BOBBIE'S GIFT
By Comshaw
I met Bobbie for the first time two years ago. I have been working on a
degree at the college in My hometown. I only take two evening classes
per quarter because I also work full time and have A family. It was
spring quarter and I decided to take Philosophy and History of Art. The
art class was held Tuesday and Thursday evenings in the lecture hall.
The Philosophy class was on Wednesday evening in a regular classroom.
The first night I arrived early and took a seat all the way in the back.
Several minutes later a tall woman entered and sat several seats to one
side of me. The class started and the instructor told us he would be
showing us 50 slides a night of different works of art. Our job was
simple, memorize the name, artist, style and period of each piece.
I groaned leaned over to the tall woman and said, "I thought this class
would be a piece of cake."
She smiled at my comment. That was the first time of many I was to see
her smile. She is a rather plain looking woman until she smiles, then
her whole face lights and you can get lost in her gray eyes. We had a
break about half way through the class. I walked down to the cafeteria,
bought a cup of coffee and walked slowly back toward the class room. I
saw the tall woman walking ahead of me, so I hurried and caught up to
her.
"What do you think so far?" I said.
She glanced at me and said, "Sounds like a lot of memorizing."
"My name's Clint." I said and extended my hand.
"Bobbie," She said and took my hand.
We chatted until it was time to go in for class.
I learned that she was taking the same classes I was.
After class I walked with her to the parking lot, "See you tomorrow." I
said, as I started my bike.
Next day we both arrived early and sat in desks next to each other.
During the break we again chatted. She was kind of shy but I was able to
get her to talk about herself. She was married with two children and she
was also working on a degree. She said she volunteered three days a week
at the local library and hoped she could get a full time job with a
degree. At the end of class, I again walked her to her car.
As she opened her car door I said, "Listen Bobbie, both these classes
are going to require extra study time. I can't do it at home, too noisy.
Would you like to join me at the college library and study? I would love
to have a study partner."
She later told me she thought I was just coming onto her.
At the time she said, "I'm not sure I can get away early."
"If you can, I'll be here studying." I said, climbing onto my
motorcycle.
The next day I was at the library studying when Bobbie walked in.
"I found I can't study at home either." She said as she sat down.
The next week I arrived at the library and picked a table. Bobbie
showed up a couple of minutes later and we got down to some serious
studying. This set our routine for the next seven weeks. We would study
for a half hour, take a 10 minute break and then study until it was time
to go to class. During our breaks we chatted about family, friends,
interests and just about everything. By the third week we knew it was
paying off. Both Bobbie and I had scored 100 percent on all the tests we
had taken. I looked forward to our study sessions, because I was growing
fond of Bobbie. She was more relaxed around me and our conversations
started to turn more personal.
By the beginning of the eighth week we knew a lot about each other.
Bobbie told me she was 28 and had been married for eight years. Her
husband sounded like an ass. She had to leave their kids with her sister
to come to class, because he wouldn't watch them. She told me he spent a
lot of time with his buddies at the bars around town.
I had told her I loved to ride motorcycles, about my family and how old
I was, 18 years her senior. The beginning of the last week Bobbie and I
started cramming for the final exam. She didn't seem to be concentrating
so I called a break and wormed the problem out of her.
"I know my husbands having an affair." She said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"A friend saw him and a blonde going into a motel room. I got the room
number, drove over there. His car was in the parking lot. I'm sure they
were-------well, you know." She said, her face turning pink.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I would love to go find someone and have an affair," I started jumping
up and down waving my arms and mouthing, 'ME, ME', a smile lit her face
when she saw me, "OH, behave," and I faked and exaggerated pout, which
caused her to smile again, "but I can't bring myself to go to bed with
anyone else, it would make me feel too guilty."
"You have to do what's good for you." I said and patted her hand."But
please don't let it affect your grades. Let's get through this last
test. Don't let him spoil this for you."
She agreed and we resumed studying.
The next day we met and Bobbie seemed better for the first half hour,
then she broke down and started crying.
"I found out last night he has been seeing two women." She said through
her tears.
I held her hand and let her cry.
After a while the tears subsided and she smiled at me and said. "Thanks
for letting me do that."
"No problemo." I said.
We took our last test together and afterward I walked her to her car.
"Well I guess I'll see you around." I said. "Here's my phone number.
Give me a call when you sign-up for classes in the fall. Maybe we can
take the same ones. I enjoy studying with you."
She looked at me and said,"OK I'll call. I enjoyed studying with you
too.'
" One thing," I put my hand over hers."This is not a come-on but if you
ever decide that you want to sleep with another man, call me. I would be
very honored to make love to you."
She was still standing with her car door open watching me as I waved
and rode away.
I didn't see Bobbie again until the middle of August. I had stopped in
at the library, looking for some reference materials and spotted her
putting away books.
"Hey, how are you?" I said.
I noticed she looked tired, but she smiled that heart melting smile of
hers and said, "I'm good. You look fit and tan."
"I know your working, but why don't you take a break and I'll buy you a
Coke." I said.
"OK, I am getting thirsty." She said.
We went across the street to a store, got two Cokes and sat at a table
in the small park next door. She told me she was sure her husband was
still seeing his lady friends, but she couldn't seem to catch him again.
I let her talk until she was talked out. I glanced at my watch and said
I had to get home that my wife was leaving to go to her sisters for the
weekend.
Bobbie said, "I have to get home too, my husband is going fishing." She
said fishing with much bitterness in her voice.
"What are you going to do while he's gone?" I said.
" Not much, I'll probably take the kids to the pool Saturday. Later,
after I put them to bed, I'll take a long bath, go to bed about 10:00 or
10:30 P.M., read for a while then get some sleep. I'll most likely be
asleep by 11:00 P.M. Exciting life, huh." She glanced at me and I could
see a faint flush in her cheeks. "You know, as hot as it's been we've
been sleeping with the sliding door in our bedroom open. I will probably
do that, even though he's gone this weekend. I don't know what I'd do if
someone came in at night. I think I would be so scared I wouldn't be
able to scream. I'd probably just lay there and let them do what they
wanted to." Her eyes had been on her Coke but she again glanced at me
and I could see the flush was deeper on her cheeks.
"Good thing no one knows you sleep with that door open." I said.
"Yes, it's a very good thing." She said, again glancing at me, her
cheeks coloring even more.
I said goodbye and rode home, thinking about our conversation.
Next day I saw my wife off and went into the house to wait. The hours
until dark drug on forever. At 10:00 P.M. I rode my bike out toward
Bobbies house. She lived in the country about 5 miles outside of town. I
found a side road about a 1/4 mile from her house, parked my bike under
a tree and walked the rest of the way. I stood in the darkness and
watched the lights of her house. When the livingroom light went out, I
quietly walked around the house until I found the master bedroom. She
must have been taking her bath, because it was another 30 minutes until
the bedroom lights came on. She had the curtain covering the sliding
glass door open about 6 inches, it gave me a good view of her bedroom.
She walked over to the sliding door, unlocked it and opened it about
half way. She was dressed in a thin blue nighty and I could see the
outline of her body through it as she stood with the light behind her.
As I've said, she is a tall woman, 6' 1" and thin, but not overly so.
Her breasts are small and her hips are slim, but to me she looked like a
goddess standing there silhouetted in the doorway. I had a lump in my
throat and my manhood strained at the material of my shorts. I knew what
I was feeling was more than lust. I also knew that no matter what, I
would slipping into her bedroom in a short while. I felt in my heart
that she deserved to have some one hold her gently in their arms and
make passionate love to her. I was determined to be the one.
She climbed into bed and picked up a book from the night stand. She
read for about a half an hour, then turned off the lights. I waited for
another half hour, then made my way quietly to the door. Before I had
left my bike, I had removed my clothes except for a tee-shirt, a pair of
shorts and a pair of sandals. I stopped and listened at the door. I
could hear her breathing, it sounded deep and regular. I slowly slid the
screen door open far enough to enter, trying to be quiet, but the door
rollers scraped on the frame as I moved it. I again stopped and
listened, my heart racing. Her breathing was a little faster and I was
sure she was awake. I slipped into her bedroom, prepared to run like
hell if she screamed or said anything. I stepped out of my sandals and
tip toed to the bed. Her breathing was fast and shallow as I removed my
tee-shirt and shorts. I piled them where I could grab them in a hurry if
need be.
I pulled the covers up and slipped in beside her. She was laying on her
back, both hands at her side. By now I knew she was awake. I moved over
close and slowly extended my hand. My fingers touched her shoulder and I
could feel the tension in her body. I slowly trailed my hand down until
I found her breast. I circled her nipple and felt it harden under my
finger. She tensed even more as I did this. I moved closer and placed my
mouth on her nipple. She gasp and relaxed a bit as I licked and sucked
her nipple.
I moved closer, placed my now hard cock against her leg. I moved my lips
from her nipple to her neck. I started gently nibbling and kissing her
neck. After a few minutes she turned her face towards me. I placed my
lips gently on hers and began to kiss her. Her lips parted and I slipped
my tongue into her mouth. For a long while we lay there kissing, my
fingers stroking first one breast, then the other. Finally I trailed my
hand down across her stomach. My hand reached her pussy and I slowly and
gently tried to work my finger into her. She was very dry so I stopped
trying to put my finger in and started kissing my way down her body. I
folded the covers back and started at her knee, kissing and licking my
way up the inside of her leg. When I reached her vagina I allowed my
lips to trail over it as I moved to the other leg and repeated the
process. I did this three or four times. The last time, as I reached her
pussy I dipped my tongue in and licked her clit. She moaned as I started
to suck on it.
I spread her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue along her slit from
bottom to top. I did this again and again. Her slit had started to
moisten but by no means was it wet. I placed my mouth on her clit and
slipped two fingers inside her. I heard a sharp gasp from her, as I
started moving my fingers and gently licking her clit. After 15 minutes
of this her breathing grew rapid and she started to shudder as she
climaxed. I wanted her to enjoy our time together so after a few minutes
I again started to lick her. 10 minutes later she let out a small groan
and climaxed yet again. By now I was in such a state that I knew I would
orgasm almost as soon as I entered her, but I could not resist. I moved
up, positioned myself and gently buried the length of my cock in her. To
my surprise and pleasure, she wrapped her arms and legs around me. She
pulled me close, her heels pressing on the cheeks of my buttocks, trying
to push me deeper into her. I started plunging in and out of her and
after a very short time my orgasm exploded, filling her with my juices.
When she felt this, she pulled me close, put her lips on mine and locked
her legs tight around me. I lay on top of her, my still hard member
inside her, enjoying the feel of her body.
After a while she whispered the only word she spoke that night,"More,"
and than kissed me passionately.
I started to slowly and gently explore her body with my hands. I
trailed my fingers down her sides and then up the insides of her thighs.
I traced the outline of her lips where they were stretched around my
hard cock. She gasped as I touched her clit with one finger and again
traced the outline of her pussy lips. I was starting to get excited at
the wet soft feel of her and the hardness of me in her. I started to
slide my cock slowly in and out of her. After a few minutes I held her
tight and rolled onto my back. This put her on top, still impaled by my
hardness. I took hold of her hips and started sliding her back and
forth. This caused my shaft to rub her clit with every stroke. She soon
took over and I lay back to enjoy it. Her rhythm got faster and faster,
until suddenly she tensed, groaned and climaxed. She collapsed on top of
me and I gently stroked her back for a time. I again started to slide in
and out of her and before long I was slamming into her.
I felt my cock throb as I again exploded inside her. This time my cock
deflated as it lay stuffed inside her. She rolled off and snuggled up
beside me. I did not want this time to end, so I started to kiss and
explore her body. I started at her finger tips and kissed to her lips. I
lingered there for a while, then started with her other arm and repeated
the process. I kissed down her neck and sucked both nipples for a time,
then worked my way down to her vagina. She was wet and the musky odor of
her, combined with my cum caused my cock to come alive. I started
licking her and she responded, thrusting her hips towards my questing
mouth. As I licked her, she started to get excited and I licked faster.
Soon she climaxed again. I gently turned her over and positioned her on
her knees. I got behind her, put my face into her wet, fragrant pussy
and began to lick. My nose was in her vagina and my tongue had free
access to her clit. It wasn't long before she started to groan and then
climaxed yet again. I quickly moved up and entered her. I plunged into
her, ramming my cock into her with all my strength. She climaxed twice
more before I shuddered and filled her with my last load of juices. She
collapsed with me on top of her. I knew I needed to leave before I fell
asleep. I pulled out of her rolled her over and gently placed my lips on
hers in a long and gentle kiss. I dressed and slipped out the door.
I Went to see Bobbie at the library a week later. We walked over for a
Coke and sat at the same table we had before.
"You know," she said,"someone did sneak into my bedroom the last time we
talked. If I knew who that was, I'd tell him that night was extra
special. I'd all so make sure he knew when my husband was going out of
town."
She glanced at me, here cheeks pink and a mischievous smile on her lips.
"I'm sure he knows how special it was," I said, "and I'm sure he would
love to know when your husband leaves."
I have been to Bobbies house now four times, each time was fantastic.
Her husband is due to take one of his 'fishing' trips next week. It's
going to be a long, long week.
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