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 Gentle on My Mind 1 By wellard94(C) Summary: An encounter in the park with
a stranger.  Keywords: MF, consensual, love, older man - younger woman,
illness, cancer, rape, revenge Version: 1.01
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a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment.  It contains
material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.  If you are offended by
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   Copyright (C) 2011 Jack Wellard.  All rights reserved.

   Chapter One

   "I have to tell you something!"

   Strolling through my local park, gently humming to myself, I didn't
realise that I was being addressed.

   "I have to tell you something!" More insistent this time.

   I stopped humming and paused in my stride.  Naturally any bloke hearing
this particular line checks his flies!  Mine seemed OK, so it wasn't a zip
malfunction.  I turned and saw a slim woman behind me.  She was staring
hard at me and repeated "I have to tell you something!" She stopped a few
feet from me, still holding my quizzical gaze with great intensity.  I
began to be nervous and looked all around; maybe this woman might not be
quite balanced.  On this cool cloudy morning there was no-one nearby.  I
turned back and smiled, hiding my misgivings.

   "Do I know you?" I enquired.

   "No, I don't think so.  That's why I want to tell you," the woman was
less intense now that she had my attention.  Her blue eyes held mine
steadily.

   I looked around.  "Look, there's an empty seat.  Why don't we sit down,"
I suggested.  She nodded and, keeping close, followed me the few steps to
the cold metal bench.  I sat at one end, she at the other pulling her long
grey coat around her narrow shoulders.  I leaned back against the
uncomfortable rails and waited, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.

   The woman smiled nervously.  She immediately seemed like a different
person, not so intimidating or scary.  Her coat had a soft lavender sheen
which lightened the underlying grey colour.  She took a deep breath and
exhaled slowly, preparing herself to speak.  Eventually she said "I need to
tell someone . .  "

   I wondered if she had left a dead body in her bedroom but waited
apprehensively until she could find the words.

   "I saw you and thought I could tell you," she started.  As I waited
patiently I reckoned her age as probably nearing forty and she looked much
too thin for her own good.

   "You look a bit like my father," she murmured looking away.  "He died
years ago but he was just like you." She returned her eyes to mine, intense
again.  "Were you in the army?"

   I nodded, still waiting for the great statement she seemed to want me to
hear.

   "I would have talked to Daddy," she looked sad and I thought she might
start with the waterworks.  She steeled herself and looked hard into my
eyes again.  "I . .  I have . ." she took another deep breath, raised her
chin defiantly and blurted "I have never had an orgasm!" almost shouting as
it finally came out.

   I raised both eyebrows.  "Oh," I responded feebly, "that's a shame!"
Furtively I looked around, almost expecting a candid camera or some sly
observer witnessing a set-up.

   She kept her gaze on me, leaning towards me expectantly.  She appeared
unfazed by what she had told me or my unhelpful response, indeed her brow
was now less furrowed.  As she was clearly waiting for more I tried to
compose my thoughts.  The sun edged around a cloud and the lavender colour
of her coat turned almost blue.  That was fascinating but didn't help to
clear my dismal thought processes.

   "Well," I began, searching for something more helpful to say.  "I
believe that many women don't actually enjoy a full orgasm, or so I've read
somewhere . .  "

   Still she said nothing and continued holding her eyes on mine.  Clearly
she wanted more than this; I wondered how to play it.  I think I now had
some idea why she picked an older man who she didn't know.  It didn't
really matter what I thought, I was nothing to her and vice versa.  I
decided to play along, it might be interesting but I then realised that I
actually wanted to help her.

   "OK, sorry about my feeble reaction," I shrugged my meagre apology.  She
returned my smile and nodded for me to continue.  "I guess I would need to
ask some personal questions.  Will that be OK?"

   She nodded, no hesitation, in fact she looked more relaxed than she had
since I first saw her.  The shoulders were no longer hunched, her face less
stressed.

   "Are you married?" She shook her head.

   "In a relationship?" Another negative.

   "How long since you last . .  er . .  you know . .?" I stammered.

   She smiled and reached for my hand.  It almost felt as though I was the
one being counselled!

   "It's OK," she said.  "Really it's OK, ask anything, I promise I'll tell
the truth."

   That sounded a bit heavy, almost courtroom theatrical, but it emphasised
in my mind that she wanted to open up.  I checked around again for the
candid camera team before continuing.  "Are you sure you want to talk
here?"

   She nodded.  I noticed her hair, it hardly moved.  It hung limply, dusky
blond but quite unremarkable, straight, lank and seemed to be desperate for
TLC, rather like its owner.

   "I was trying to ask . .  when you er last had sex," I got the words out
and managed to hold her steady gaze.  She still held my hand and gave it a
squeeze as she nodded again.

   "Six months ago, but it really doesn't count." Her eyes dropped as she
spoke and she released my hand, drawing hers back to clutch the other hand
in her lap.  I stayed quiet as she was apparently going to continue.

   "My husband died eighteen months ago." Her eyes were brimming, I moved
closer and put an arm around her.  She went rigid for a moment then relaxed
against my arm.  "Sorry," she mumbled.  "My husband had cancer; in fact we
both had cancer." She held off her tears and continued.  "He lost the
battle; I seem to have been spared." She slumped, and then took a couple of
deep breaths before starting again.  "Six months ago, just over a year
after George died, his brother Tony decided I needed comforting.  Tony's
wife was away on a training course and I think he considered me an easy
target." Another pause, more deep breathing.  She looked up into my face,
she epitomised sadness.  I drew her head gently against my shoulder.

   "You don't have to put yourself through this," I started.  She cut me
off immediately pushing against my chest but staying close.

   "Yes I do," she hissed.  "I need to talk about it all and I want you to
listen, to hear, to help me . ." She slumped against me again.  I held her
without speaking.  After a few minutes she straightened and smiled.

   "Sorry about that, it's been bottled up for too long.  Thank you for
staying with me so far, you must think I'm crackers!" She smiled weakly and
I returned it, trying to look re-assuring.

   "Tony really is a brute, he knew how vulnerable I was, he's twice my
size and I was too exhausted to do more than . ." Her face set hard as she
reflected on the event.  "He raped me and said if I ever told anyone he
would kill me.  I didn't leave the house for a week.  I showered almost
every half hour, didn't sleep, wouldn't eat properly and contemplated
taking too many sleeping pills.  I couldn't even get that right, there were
only two left in the bottle!"

   She leaned back and searched my face.  "I've never told anyone about it
till now." Without realising what I was doing my hand reached up to her
face and gently caressed away the tears.

   "Do you want to stop now?" I whispered.

   "No!" She retorted firmly, determination almost sparking from her eyes.
"Now I've started I want to keep going.  What about you?  I'm dumping all
my grief on you and I don't even know your name!"

   "Names don't matter at this time.  Go ahead when you are ready to
continue.  Is it OK to hold you like this?" I asked.

   "Yes, thanks - it's actually quite comforting." She sighed deeply and
looked up with a feeble smile.  "I'm ready if you are."

   She straightened her back.  "I thought about why Tony did it.  Was it
just to get his pleasure?  Was it a control thing?  He would never have
done that when George was alive, George would have killed him even though
Tony was bigger." She sighed again and glanced up to see that I was
listening.  "It got me to thinking about my experience of sex.  I had only
ever been with George, you know, all the way.  I think George was very
considerate but I never really enjoyed `it'.  I was just happy to make
George satisfied.  We rarely saw each other naked, usually by accident - is
that strange?"

   She looked up into my face waiting for an answer.  "Well it seems a
little er Victorian to me," I started.  "Adoring a lover's body and feeling
one's own body being looked at and explored is one of the pleasures of
making love."

   "Yes," she nodded.  "I think I can appreciate that.  I wonder why we
never did that?" She straightened again.  "Anyway it seemed to me that I
should have enjoyed the experience a little more.  I started looking in
magazines and realised that many ordinary women have lots of orgasms; that
just frustrated me more.  I wanted to talk to someone but everyone I could
think of was too close and would judge me.  That's when I thought I would
talk to a stranger.  I've been plucking up courage for weeks, today I
actually did it!  What was that tune you were humming?"

   "You certainly did!" I responded.  "The tune?  Well, it was `Gentle on
My Mind' it often seems right for the mood of this friendly park." I smiled
and continued "Luckily I've nothing special planned for the day so this has
been a most unusual interlude for me.  But what to do to help with your
problem . .  as you aren't in a relationship it makes things more tricky!"
We both fell quiet.

   "Do you personally have a problem with nudity?" I asked bluntly.

   "I'm not sure," she said.  "I usually avoid the possibility I suppose.
So maybe I do have an issue with being naked with someone else.  Now you
mention it I'm not too thrilled at being naked on my own either." She
stopped and looked at me.  "I can't believe I'm actually talking about this
with anyone!"

   "OK," I said, "I think you seem to trust me enough to move forward." She
nodded so I carried on "Your coat is covering you almost completely, can
you open it?" She nodded and reached for the buttons.  "No, you stand in
front of me and let me watch you open it.  Be fully aware that I am looking
at your body while you do it, OK?"

   Without a word she stood squarely in front of me, in between my
outstretched legs but not quite touching me.  Keeping her eyes on mine she
slowly unbuttoned the coat like a nervous trainee stripper!  This seemed
like quite a big ordeal for her, even though she was fully dressed below
the coat.  As the last button was anxiously unfastened she drew the coat
slowly open wide, biting her lower lip as she revealed herself.  She posed
with one foot slightly in front of the other.  I kept quiet but smiled and
nodded my appreciation so she hammed it up further by pushing her coat
back, placing her hands on her hips and rocking one hip slowly down and up.
She even raised a half smile.

   I pretended to applaud so she played further to the `audience' by giving
a twirl.  Unfortunately this was where her feet and mine tried to occupy
the same space.  She lost balance and fell backwards while was facing away.
She landed in my lap, her head just missing my face as I dodged sideways.
As I tried to support her fall one arm went around her and I ended up
cupping a small warm breast in my hand.

   "Sorry . ." she started, then "Oh . ."

   I didn't move.  She hadn't pulled my hand away and her breast did feel
so nice under her sweater.  "Are you OK," I whispered as her head was still
next to mine.

   "Yes, I'm fine.  Sorry, I tripped and landed on you." Still she didn't
move my hand; in fact she closed her coat over it.  I gently squeezed her
breast, even through her clothes I thought I could feel the erect nipple
nudging into my palm.  Still she didn't stop me; in fact she seemed to
settle more comfortably into my lap.  That gave me another problem!  The
pleasure of holding her breast along with a hot bottom pressed into my
groin was causing my sleeping cock to get interested in proceedings!  I
caressed her breast then gently started to squeeze her nipple.  I could
hear her breathing quicken and it felt as though she was pressing her
bottom harder into my now full erection through several layers of material.

   "I seem to be taking advantage of your predicament," I whispered, still
caressing and squeezing.

   "Yes," she replied.  "I should move." But she didn't!  Her hands
tightened the coat concealing my errant fingers.  She said it again, "I
should move." However her only movement was to shift her bottom backwards
and forwards across my cock.  I guessed she could feel it through her coat
and her clothes.  I moved my other hand to her knee, expecting the stop
sign to go up straight away.  The only signal I got was that her knees
parted a little, inviting my hand further.

   As I eased my hand between her nylon clad legs under her coat and skirt
I whispered "Are you wearing tights?"

   She giggled, squeezed my hand with her thighs and replied "That's for me
to know and you to find out!" She was breathing harder, my attention on her
breast and under her skirt was apparently arousing her passion.  I wondered
why she had problems reaching a climax.

   Then I found out.  "Bugger!" I muttered fiercely, "I hate tights!"

   She giggled and stood up, none too steadily.  I reached to support her.
"Enough already," she said.  "Let me sit down and clear my head."

   I decided to push my luck and play along.  "I really enjoyed holding
your breast, I'd like to see them."

   She laughed.  "You were lucky there, you don't know how lucky!"

   "I certainly know that was a lucky catch, one perfect peach of a breast.
I could feel your nipple.  I'd love to see you naked." I used direct
language deliberately and it actually seemed to awaken a response.

   She blushed.  "Stop, you dirty old man.  Maybe I shouldn't have picked
you after all," she joked with a broad smile.  "When I said you were lucky
it was because I only have one breast and you found it.  I enjoyed your
touch.  It was very pleasant and maybe one day I might be brave enough to
let you see it."

   "Your cancer - you had a mastectomy?"

   She nodded and grimaced.  "Yes, it stopped the disease, for which I am
most grateful but left me lop-sided and dreading moments like this."

   "I would still like to see them - it.  Let me be the first to see you
naked!" I looked her in the eye hoping for some encouragement.

   "Hey, stranger, this is all going a bit too fast.  I don't know you, you
don't know me.  This has been an unusual experience for both of us and I
think we both ended up enjoying it!" She grinned.  "Maybe I'll see you here
tomorrow.  We can talk some more about my problem if you don't mind?"

   I nodded.  "On one condition," I tried to look serious; she looked
worried.  "Tomorrow, if you come, no tights!  Stockings would be nice, but
definitely no tights!"

   She laughed "I'm not sure about that.  Do you think you might get lucky
again?"

   "I think we both got lucky, don't you?"

   "Yes, maybe you're right.  I did enjoy the whole encounter; you have
eased some gloomy clouds away and given me something to look forward to."
She smiled, leaned closer and kissed my cheek.  "Thank you for listening.
Same time, same place!"

   I watched her walk away.  Well, I had nothing planned for tomorrow so
why not!

   Working in my garden that afternoon I thought about my unexpected
morning encounter and found myself getting a hard-on as I recalled the
pleasure at holding her breast and feeling her bony bottom on my lap.  I
shook my head and concentrated on pruning.

   During the evening I thought about her again and came to a decision.



   The morning was bright and clear, warmer than the previous day.  The
park had more people enjoying the sunshine.

   I saw her approaching, wearing her long grey coat buttoned up just like
yesterday.  In fact without the coat I might not have recognised her!  Her
hair was different, shiny, bouncy and curly.  Her step was more assured and
her eyes sparkled.  I smiled, she smiled.  My estimation of her age dropped
by five years!  I wondered how the greeting would/should go.  She just
reached up and pecked my cheek, good start!

   Without a word she took my hand and we started walking towards the seat.
It was unoccupied so we sat, rather like yesterday but she was half-turned
towards me so I did the same.

   "Yesterday," she said, holding my gaze.  "Yesterday gave me something to
think about.  I was grateful for that stimulation." She paused looking
almost grave.  "I surprised you with my approach and strange announcement,
but you surprised me by caring." She smiled warmly.  "Thank you for that
but I'm not sure where to take the conversation today, have you any ideas?"

   "I can't say I'm an expert on why some women might suffer the problem
you have so maybe we try to focus on that to begin, OK?" I looked up to see
her nod.  Her freshly-groomed hair bounced, her encouraging smile almost
cheeky.

   "When you made love with your husband did you initiate any of the sex?"
I thought she might be surprised by my dropping straight into the heart of
the matter but no, she responded without hesitation.

   "I think it was always George.  I might have been a bit affectionate on
occasions but that was never allowed to lead to anything serious.  It
seemed as though he felt he had to be in control of that aspect.  He
preferred a regular schedule; always in bed, each time in the dark.  I
didn't mind, I was always a shy girl.  There was never anything spontaneous
like with you yesterday; I know we didn't actually have sex but you know
what I mean, don't you?"

   "Sure.  But those spontaneous times can be quite wonderful, I'm sorry
you missed out on them." I paused, then smiled.  "I remember a teacher when
I was in primary school.  He often emphasised the fact that life gives
opportunities which may be brief and, if not taken, will be lost forever. I
don't think I actually understood at the time, but when I had moved on to
my next school his words echoed in my mind and I started to watch out for
`opportunities'.  I then realised that if an unexpected opportunity
presented itself the time to think about it before it `vanished' could be
incredibly brief."

   She was watching me as I continued.  "Take yesterday for example.  When
you approached and spoke to me I could have walked on, ignored you and not
stopped.  But at my age any opportunity to meet someone new, different and
interesting is an important one, so I took it.  Later when you fell, fate
placed my hand on your breast.  I could have let go immediately hoping you
hadn't noticed but the opportunity was too tempting.  Again, at my age, the
chance of holding and caressing soft female flesh doesn't occur too often!"

   She smiled as she listened.  "It may be that your sexual encounters with
George became so predictable that they became mundane.  You were probably
thinking about the next day's shopping and what to do about weeds in the
flower beds rather than enjoying your copulation."

   Her face was flushed.  "Yes," she said.  "You must have been there!  It
was just like that.  I would get into bed, remember it was Friday night,
kick off my knickers and pull up my nightdress.  George would make some
noises which signalled he was ready.  He would climb over me, pull my legs
wide apart, jab into me, jerk away for a few minutes, groan and fall off
without saying a word, snoring almost immediately." She looked tearful so I
moved closer.  "It's OK," she said.  "Maybe I could have become more
involved, made him slow down, try new things but we just got into a rut. 
Maybe everyone does, what do you think?"

   I smiled and nodded "You are probably right.  That pattern, the
predictability gives many people comfort but it can also lead to
complacency.  It also closes off opportunities for experimentation." I
sighed in sadness for her missing out on so much fun and pleasure.

   "Thank you, that has certainly helped." She looked thoughtful and
quickly glanced behind our seat.  There was nothing but a huge evergreen
tree which spread almost around the sides of the seat.  She looked up and
down the path then stood.  She pressed my knees together.  I thought she
probably wanted to sit on my lap again but she then, facing me, placed her
legs either side of mine, holding my knees tight together.

   She looked into my face with a subtle smile.  "You were very rude about
my tights yesterday, remember?" I nodded, wondering what was coming.  She
opened the bottom button of her coat then slowly worked her way up, keeping
her eyes confidently on mine.  The coat was still closed when the last
button was undone.  I saw a brief flicker of hesitation in her face and
signs of nervousness in her fingers.  She quickly looked up and down the
path then opened her coat to reveal that she was wearing stockings - and
nothing else!

   I gasped, she was virtually naked and very beautiful.  She quickly
looked up and down the path then swept the coat back and repeated her hands
on hips pose.  I was stunned!

   "Beautiful, breathtakingly, exquisitely, perfectly gorgeous," I said
shaking my head with disbelief.

   "Except for my . ." she started, holding a hand to her chest.

   "Shhh.  Except for nothing!" I interrupted.  "Believe me your body is
perfect.  Everything is exquisite.  I could adore your body for hours, I
feel so privileged that you trusted me to be the first to see you naked.  I
will never forget this moment." I was still soaking in the unexpected sight
before me.

   Glancing up the path she spotted a dog-walker approaching in the
distance.  She casually folded the coat across her lovely body without
doing up any buttons and calmly moved to sit close alongside me.

   I put an arm around her shoulders.  "How do you feel now?" I asked.

   "Excited, liberated and so grateful to you for creating the
opportunity!"

   "You sat there, gorgeously naked under your coat listening to me babble
on . .  you really are amazing!"

   She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling "Thank you.  No-one has ever
called me amazing before.  No-one has told me I was those other lovely
things you said before either."

   "I meant every word.  I can't wait to see you again, maybe somewhere
less public."

   She dug an elbow in my ribs.  "You might have a heart attack, you dirty
old man!" she said grinning happily.

   "I'm a very proud and privileged dirty old man, I can tell you.  Proud
of you for what you have achieved in exactly 24 hours and privileged to
have been of assistance."

   She hugged closer and lifted the flap of her coat an inch.  "Can you
remember which is the lucky side?" she giggled.

   "Beautiful lady, I can promise you that both are lucky sides and I adore
them equally." My hand slid inside and deliberately found her scar.  She
appeared alarmed but I held her firm and said "This side is just as
gorgeous.  It is still you, still perfect." I caressed along the scar and
over the vacant area of her chest.  "You must have been so brave to go
through with losing such an important part of yourself."

   She murmured "It was necessary at the time.  You are the first
non-medical person to see or touch it.  Are you sure . ."

   I cut her off with a kiss.  As I did so my hand slid across to her
breast, the nipple was rock hard - just like my cock.  I caressed her
breast and tweaked the nipple then returned and stroked the scar side
kissing her harder as I did.  My hand moved from one side to the other and
I could feel her excitement mounting.  I broke off the kiss and listened to
her hard breathing.

   "Oh, God," she panted.  "I never knew just touching and kissing could be
so wonderful.  Please don't stop." She pulled my head to hers and thrust an
inexperienced tongue between my lips.  The kissing and caressing continued
as her excitement mounted.  Suddenly she broke off the kiss and buried her
head in my shoulder.  "Oh God, Oh God I think you've done it.  I think I
climaxed and, oh God, I'm wetting myself."

   Looking around I could see that no-one was near so I pulled her round
the seat and into the den formed by the huge fir tree.  "Are you OK?" She
nodded weakly.

   I got her to lean back against the tree and parted her legs.  She
watched transfixed as I knelt before her and nuzzled her thighs apart.  I
placed my mouth gently over her pubic mound.  She tried to speak but
nothing came out.  I eased my face down and my tongue found her pussy lips,
already wet and aroused.  Teasing her labia open brought whimpers from her
and when my tongue explored her inner crack she almost choked.  I quickly
searched out her clitoris and woke it with a gentle smear of my tongue. 
She was quivering now, hardly able to stand.  She leaned forward and put
her hands on my back as I fanned her clit with the tip of my tongue.  Her
quivering increased and she stifled a scream.  I drew her clit gently
between my lips and waited while she bucked and throbbed her way through
her first real shuddering orgasm.

   Her juices were really flowing now.  I supported her weight on her
thighs and got my mouth under her cunt and lapped up her nectar.  She
continued to jerk every time my tongue collected more juice.  As the flow
slowed she calmed but was raggedly breathless.  I stood and held her, my
arms inside her coat around her naked body.  I just held her whispering how
beautiful and sensuous she was into her ear.  Eventually she took a couple
of deep breaths and tried to put her full weight on her feet but I still
held her in my arms.

   "That was amazing.  Unbelievable that only 24 hours ago I told you I had
never had an orgasm and you have sent me into oblivion to find that
unbelievably mind-blowing one.  It was so amazing and it's still washing
through me.  What a gorgeous experience.  I hope it never stops!  Thank you
stranger.  Thank you."

   She kissed me, our tongues dancing and teasing.  She pulled away licking
her lips.  "That's me; I mean that's my .  er .  pussy juice isn't it." I
nodded and she came back for more.  "I could get addicted to this.  I can't
believe I am almost naked in a public park tasting my own sex juices from a
man I hardly know." I nodded again and she pulled in for another kiss, my
hands stroked her silky back and came to rest on her tight little buttocks.
I really wanted to go further but I reckoned she had probably experienced
enough high octane pleasure for her first time.  I pulled my hands around
to the front and placed them on her chest softly caressing both areas. 
Leaning down I kissed her scar, she brought her hands behind my head.  I
moved over and took her nipple between my lips and flicked it with my
tongue she pulled my head tight against her tiny breast.  After a few
minutes we both relaxed.  I leaned back and looked into her eyes.

   "I guess that was a bit of a surprise for you!" I said and she laughed,
nodding.  I continued "I think we should get you safely home.  Can I see
you to your car?" She nodded again and slowly started doing up her coat.

   "I really enjoyed showing myself naked to you.  I was so excited just
standing while you looked at me.  Thank you for being so kind and
understanding." She almost had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

   When she was ready I peered through the tree.  It all seemed clear so we
stepped out and started strolling slowly towards the exit.  She stopped. 
"Only yesterday I accosted you on this spot and laid my problems on you. 
Thank you for sympathetic ear and . .  er . .  everything."

   When we reached the car she unlocked it and I opened the door for her.
As she hitched her coat and swung her legs in I caught a glimpse of her
damp pussy, she saw me looking.  "Like the view Mister?" she teased.

   "Definitely," I responded.  "Can I sit with you for a few minutes? 
There's something I want to share with you." Her eyebrows shot up.  Before
she could say anything I continued "No, no more touching today, but if I
could sit in for a few moments?" She responded by leaning over to unlock
the passenger door.

   I settled into the seat and closed the door.  "I realise that this has
been a day of most unusual and unexpected events." I looked up and she
nodded, smiling.  "I want to share something with you that I have never
shared with anyone before.  No, that's not quite true, I actually share it
with the world but no-one I actually know is aware of this - that's
better." She nodded, intrigued.  "I am a writer." I paused, she nodded
again looking interested.  "I write erotic stories and post them on the
internet." She looked stunned.  I waited then whispered "Sorry, was that
too much of a surprise?"

   She nodded, then shook her head.  "I don't know.  I've never met a
writer of anything before.  I'm just trying to get my brain round it.  So
what, you make up sexy tales or something?"

   "Well not quite," I paused.  "Most of my stories are based on what has
happened to me or those near me.  I am much more interested in drawing the
characters and understanding why they do things rather than getting them to
perform various antics on every page."

   "So will today be in a story?"

   "It could be, but only if it develops into something with more depth. 
Do you understand?"

   "I think so," she held the steering wheel tightly.  "Can I read some of
your work?"

   I pulled the piece of paper I had prepared with the URL of my "Well I
Never!" story.  "I decided last night that I might do this if you appeared
interested.  Here, try this one.  It's basically true and I only feature at
the end, then you'll know my name, email address and quite a bit about me!"

   She slipped the note into her pocket.  "Now mister, my bum is soaking
wet!  I need to get home to wash this coat and shower before I go online to
sample your sordid tale of goings on.  I'll try to email you later, OK?"

   I leaned over and pecked her cheek.  She grabbed me "Not so fast Mister
writer!  I get more than a peck now that we've been orgasmically introduced
and she planted her lips on mine with an urgency I hadn't expected.  After
a minute she let go and started the engine.  I climbed out and watched her
drive slowly away.

   At home I changed into my gardening clothes and went out to do my second
favourite thing!

   A couple of hours of weeding and compost turning and I was ready for my
shower.  As I rubbed my hair dry I switched on the PC and waited for the
email program to load.  Nothing from my new friend.  I returned to the
bathroom to tidy up and brush my hair into some sort of order.  With a pot
of tea and a few biscuits beside me I returned to the computer, still
nothing from her.  Ah well, it's a long story to read in one go I thought.

   Later I cooked a simple supper of steamed salmon and fresh pasta with
vegetables straight from the garden.  As I cleared away I heard the faraway
ding of an incoming email.  This time there was a message from a new
address - I hoped she had written.  Yes, it was Sarah - now `she' had a
name.  The message had just one line - `Tell me your phone number or else'!

   I replied with the number.  Within seconds the phone was ringing, I
picked it and whispered "Hello".

   "You bastard; you're not really a writer you're a bloody magician!" I
opened my mouth to respond but she continued unabated.  "That story had me
flooding my pussy again with more orgasms and brought tears to my eyes at
the dénouement.  How dare you do that to me?" Again my mouth flapped open
to reply but too late.  "How dare you do that to me without being here to
kiss me better?  Come here now, immediately if not sooner, do you hear me?"

   "Er, yes with pleasure but I don't have your address yet . ."

   "Check your email Mister and don't wear any clothes.  It's my turn to
see what you've got!" The line was disconnected.

   Returning the phone to its cradle I shook my head.  This reaction wasn't
quite what I expected but what the hell, let's go for it!  I stripped off
and pulled on a long raincoat that hadn't been worn in ages.  Sarah's
address was less than a mile away.  Should I walk, ride my bike or take the
car?  The bike option seemed best and I had an interesting ten minutes
riding bareback through the village.

   The door was ajar as I arrived.  I pushed it open calling "Sarah".

   A voice floated down from upstairs demanding "Shut the bloody door and
come up here now."

   Obedient as ever, I closed the door and slipped the catch.  There were
pegs with coats alongside the door so I hung up the raincoat and slipped
off my shoes then headed for the stairs completely in the buff.  The
strange situation had got to me and my half erect cock slapped from side to
side as I climbed the stairs.  Watching where my bare feet were going as
there was not much light I was unaware that Sarah was at the top of the
stairs, also naked, watching my careful approach.

   She gave me as big a hug as a skinny girl can; then, holding my now-firm
penis, she drew me to her bedroom.  "Lay down Jack, you've done looking at
me it's my turn to look at you now." She leaned over me and kissed my lips
once I was comfortable, her breast just touching my chest.  She kissed her
way around my face murmuring as she progressed, her breast deliberately
stroking its way as she moved.  When she reached my ear she slipped a
tongue inside then blew on the wet skin, giggling like a schoolgirl.  I
laughed and reached for her but she slapped my hand away.  "No touching
Mister, you will only distract me!"

   Her detailed examination went down my chest her nails scratching around
my nipples.  She caressed her way across my belly and around my hip,
by-passing my groin, to my feet.  She knelt between my feet and stroked
with one hand inside leg all the way up to my balls.  She paused as she
adjusted her position to snuggle between my knees.  Her fingers lightly
held my balls as she weighed one against the other as though she was trying
to judge a biggest vegetable!  By now my cock was completely rigid; she
transferred her attention to it lightly running her delicate fingers along
its length.  Then she teased the rim and wrapped one hand gently around it,
isolating the purple head.  I watched as she explored, measured, caressed
up and down my length.  Sarah was in a world of her own as she took her
time to ensure that she knew every millimetre of my erection.  She moved
her mouth close and gently blew across the tip.  "Jack, I like your name by
the way.  Jack I want to take him in my mouth but I am desperate to have
you inside my pussy, should I wait till another time?"

   I nodded, not entirely capable of coherent speech at that moment.  She
crawled up my body and lay on top.  She raised herself on her elbows and
looked down at me.  "I loved your story Jack.  Is Harry really your son?"

   I stroked her hair.  "Yes, he is.  I'm sorry if it made you cry but it
really is a happy story, a very happy love story.  I wrote more chapters
but haven't submitted them yet as there was so little interest in it so
far. Maybe it's OK as it is."

   "Jack, one of the things I really liked was the proper use of words."
She noticed my quizzical eyebrow-raised response.  "Like before I read your
story I would have said `are you ready to do it now' instead of what I
really mean - `Please fuck my throbbing cunt'."

   I laughed and rolled her over.  "I didn't realise I was writing an
instruction manual!" I knelt between her legs and with my hands beneath her
bottom raised her pussy up to mouth level with her legs over my shoulders.
I could watch her reaction and she could see my face buried into her
precious centre.  She gasped as I wriggled my face into the warm joining of
her legs.  Within a minute she was groaning and thrusting up at me.  I let
her bottom down onto the bed and slid a finger into her vagina.  She cried
"Yes Jack, yes Jack."

   She screamed when I found her sensitive G-spot.  I started a rhythmic
caressing with the tip of my finger whilst my tongue flashed around the
rest of her delicious pussy.  As she settled into the rhythm I revealed her
clitoris and gently blew on it.  She shuddered and thrust her hips into my
face.  "More Jack, just there please."

   How could a gent refuse such a demand?  Her clitoris seemed larger than
it had earlier and it was just as sensitive.  Within seconds Sarah was
writhing, thrusting, squealing and slamming her legs around my head.  Soon
she could take no more and I gently let her relax into a post-orgasmic
haze.

   As she drifted back from her orgasm I shuffle my knees further between
her thighs and gently dipped the tip of my aching prick into her juices.  I
slowly drew the head up and down, up and down.

   Sarah perked up "Enough with the `take aim' routine, Jack.  Surely you
know where that's got to go by now!"

   I laughed and pulled two pillows and propped her head up.  "I want you
to watch this Sarah.  You should see my cock disappear into your sweet
body. See it, feel it, hear it, smell it and maybe taste it!  Are you
ready?" She was straining but had a good view as I held the tip against her
pulsing hole and eased slowly in.  I watched her face as I slowly entered
her cunt; that was almost as much pleasure as feeling my cock slide onto
her for the first time.  She was a perfect fit, tight but slippery, it felt
wonderful.  When I was fully embedded I murmured "Did you like that Sarah?"

   "Yes Jack, it was the most wonderful sight and feeling since this
afternoon when you devoured my innocent pussy!" As we both laughed fresh
feelings rippled through us both.  "Oh Jack, just stay there I want to try
to explore your penis with my pussy, OK?"

   I held as still as possible while she tried out various internal
muscles, gradually finding the ones to touch my hard flesh.  She did this
silently with great concentration; her eyes were tight closed as she felt
around for some useful part of her body to tease my penis.  In due course
she became exhausted and her concentration lapsed.  Her eyes opened. 
"Jack, that was amazing, I didn't know I could do that.  Could you feel me
exploring your big cock?"

   My knees were aching so I shifted my position making my penis press
harder against her inner walls.  "Yes, I could feel you.  I was very
impressed.  I'm just going to rock and roll, you'll like this I think."
Holding myself deep inside her I pressed my pubic bone to hers then
relaxed. Each time I shifted the angle a couple of degrees so I touched new
parts without bringing myself to climax.  Sarah on the other hand was
moving to a peak, her chest flushed pink and she pressed her hips hard
against me then she quivered violently and subsided.  I could feel juices
flowing from her onto my balls.  I reached down and spread her moisture
onto her clitoris.  Bang another instant peak for Sarah.  As the moisture
was running down her crack I eased her body up with my cock and felt around
for her anus.  The juices were dribbling passed it so I collected some and
softly wiped my finger around the area.  Sara's eyes flew open.

   "Jack, that's my . ."

   "Yes?" I queried.

   "You know, you filthy bastard.  You've got your finger up my arse!"

   I slid it out, collected more juice then slid in again.

   "Jack.  That's not funny, that's . .oh God . .  that's nice!"

   I repeated the juicing and probing, she continued moaning.

   "Jack you've got your cock in my cunt and your finger up my arse, what's
next?"

   "We could try it the other way round if you like." I suggested.

   "Not bloody likely Mister I want your hot spunk deep in my pussy and
don't you forget it!"

   "Yes, ma'am.  At your majesty's service."

   "But not yet please Jack.  This is sheer bliss and I don't want it to
end yet, please Jack." As she pleaded she again flexed her newly discovered
vaginal muscles around my cock.

   "God, Sarah if you carry on with that internal cock-sucking I won't last
long!"

   "OK.  Can I try that `sitting in your lap' position?"

   I leaned forward, "Put your arms round my neck and hang on." Then I
slowly lifted her until we were face to face; actually mouth to mouth as
she immediately saw the benefit of this position!  She adjusted her knees
and pressed her bottom harder into my groin.

   "Fuck Jack; that's gone even deeper.  Sorry I've never used this
language before but it seems so appropriate in the circumstances." I
grinned and kissed her deeply.  She was trying out her internal locators as
we kissed and started humming happily.  I tried naming the 1953 winning cup
final team in my head but her pressures and rippling along my cock were
obliterating all other thought.

   "Sarah, I got to . ."

   I rolled her onto her back and started elemental thrusting, she lifted
her bottom and my hips went slap, slap, slap as I drove deep, deeper and
finally deepest into her body to release my sperm.  Her new-found powers
pulled at my cock, milking it, sucking out every drop.  She held me there,
both gasping for breath.

   "Jack, that was awesome, fucking awesome.  I felt your release, I came
as well, wasn't that brilliant!" She was like a little girl but so
adorable. She started to move but I stopped her.

   "Don't pull it out, just roll sideways and I can stay with you for a
while.  We can spoon, would you like that?"

   "Anything lover, it's all so new for me.  I want to try everything,
experience everything."

   As we lay there I could feel my cock shrinking but I managed to hold it
just inside Sarah's flowing pussy.  I whispered in her ear "Do you realise
you've had my cock inside you for over an hour?"

   "I want to keep it forever, would you mind?"

   "It's all yours to do with as you wish my love!"

   She eased her bottom back, trying to get more inside.  It seemed
unlikely to me so I left her to it and caressed her breast and her scar
alternately.

   "Jack, can we do this again?"

   "I'd love to but it might take quite a while to get my strength back." I
breathed in her ear.

   "No, I mean on another day.  Like when we are both fresh and ready."

   "That sounds good to me.  Will I see you in the park tomorrow?" I asked.

   "Yes, but why not stay the night and we can go together?"

   "That sounds very tempting, Sarah.  Are you sure you want an old man
snoring in your bed?  By the way, I have no clothes so maybe I should sneak
off in the dark!"

   "Snoring I could get used to, I might even do some of my own after this
eventful day.  In the meantime I'm going to shower, what about you Mister
writer?" She ignored my garment-less plight.

   The shower was over the bath so there was plenty of splashing space for
two.  Sarah looked even more fragile in the shower, her hair plastered down
and her thin body dripping wet.  Still she was sexy, sponge in hand she
washed my groin and was delighted to find a tiny spark of interest when she
toyed with my flagging penis.

   "Jack, if I can get you hard will you make love again?"

   "Absolutely, my precious.  Have you ever done it twice in the same day?"

   "I was lucky if I got it twice in the same week, but then as I didn't
particularly enjoy it perhaps lucky isn't the right word."

   As Sarah fondled my cock I played with her breast and ran a hand down to
her bottom.  With a soapy finger I circled her anus.  She bent slightly;
I'm not sure whether to give me access or to get a better view of my
engorging prick.  The result was that my finger slid inside.  I held it
steady while she moved against me.  Her fingers were trying to revive my
old dick back to life, without much success but to my great pleasure.

   She gave up, "Sorry Jack, he seems well spent today, but he'd better be
good and ready tomorrow!"

   "Thanks for trying Sarah; I greatly enjoyed your tender ministrations.
Is that the longest you've held a cock?"

   "I guess so, I would have kept going but the hot water is running out
and I don't think a cold shower would improve my chances of getting him up
again, do you?" She grinned, turned off the shower and we climbed out of
the bathtub.

   "Jack, there's some clothes of George's in the wardrobe if you want to
stay over and use them to face the world in the morning." She peered out
from her bath-towel inquisitively.

   "I'd love to stay," I said, rubbing myself dry.  "Any chance of a
sandwich - I'm starving!"

   "Can't have you wasting away lover, come in the kitchen and let's see
what there is." Sarah wrapped a towel around herself so I did the same.

   In the kitchen she bustled around and soon there were cold beef
sandwiches and tomatoes on a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee.  Sarah
left the kitchen saying, "Bring the tray please Jack."

   I followed with the tray and we settled in her cosy lounge.  She closed
the curtains and lit some candles, then turned out most of the lights. 
Turning to face me she dropped her towel.  "You too, follow your hostess's
example, please!"

   She folded her towel next to a low table and sat cross-legged on the
floor, looking up for me to follow suit.  I did the same, but sat on my
feet, my knees almost touching Sarah's folded feet.

   We ate the sandwiches slowly, watching each other quietly.  Her eyes
seemed a deeper blue, I wondered if orgasms did that or maybe it was the
candle light!  Her body was glowing and she looked beautiful.

   "What are you thinking about Jack?" she enquired and she munched her
second sandwich.

   I smiled.  "Well actually I wondered if your orgasms made your eyes a
deeper blue!"

   Sara smiled.  "I think my orgasms were amazing.  So many brilliant
sensations exploding all over my body.  Arousal was everywhere, right from
my toes to the tips of my fingers.  I even felt my `other' nipple was on
fire as much as this one." She caressed the hard flesh and closed her eyes.

   "I'm so grateful Jack.  You were wonderful, even for an old man" she
laughed.  "You know I don't mean that.  You were just fabulous and I can't
wait to do it again." She looked down at her pussy, "Do you think I should
cut my pubic hair?"

   "I think it's all a personal choice Sarah.  If you shave it off, you'll
need to shave regularly or it will get uncomfortable.  I prefer your pussy
just as it is, it's you, it's yours and I feel privileged to share it."

   She reached over and stroked my cheek.  "You're such a kind man Jack. 
But what about when you put your mouth down there, don't you mind the
hair?"

   "No, I really don't, after all what's a pussy with no fur?  My
preference is to keep it.  What about mine, do you think I should trim it
back?"

   Sarah looked down at my ginger jungle.  "Maybe a little trim here and
there but nothing drastic.  Can I do it in the morning?  Would you mind?"
Her eyes were bright and shiny, how could I refuse?

   "OK, it's a date."

   "Jack, I'm so sorry, I'm assuming a lot.  Is there anyone else who might
notice?  I mean . .  I'm being rather possessive aren't I?"

   "No problem, Sarah.  No one else has seen or touched that patch for
ages. If you are doing me the favour of fondling my parts you should at
least have the honour of making them more acceptable to your fingers, mouth
and pussy."

   "Thank you Jack." Sarah moved and sat straddled across my lap.  She
kissed me, we both tasted of coffee!

   "Jack, I don't want to worry you but I think your old man just poked my
bum!"

   "You see what effect you have on me.  Two beef sandwiches with mustard
while sitting eye to eye with your pussy and he gets interested all over
again!  What is this world coming to!"

   "Can I have him please Jack?  Will he fuck me again, please Jack?"

   "Since you ask so nicely and since you have the most adorable cunt in
the world I think you stand a good chance of your wish coming true." I said
as I lifted her onto the settee so that I could get my mouth onto her
delicious pussy.

   Her feet were on my back as I kissed all around.  Sarah moaned "Jack -
lick me, fuck me, fill me." I started to obey her first command.  I ran my
tongue around her anus and she gasped.  I probed gently and found my tongue
penetrating.  I gently `fucked' her with my stiff tongue and she writhed
and wriggled.  Then I drew my tongue along the full length of her vagina
stopping with my lips around her clitoris.  She gasped and trembled.

   "Yes Jack, please Jack, suck it Jack, fuck it Jack!"

   I concentrated on her clit bringing her to a squealing climax.  As she
subsided from the high I lifted her and turned her around so that she was
facing the settee with her upper body resting on the seat.

   I licked her anus again, just as a tease and slid two fingers into her
juicy cunt to caress her g-spot.  After arousing her to another peak I
withdrew my fingers and transferred the juice on then to my now fully erect
cock.  I kissed my way up her back until my penis brushed her bottom then I
leaned back and pressed gently between her pussy lips where she almost
sucked me deep inside.

   Sarah sighed deeply.  "Perfect Jack, please just hold still a minute and
let me play with him.  I like that a lot"

   While Sarah exercised her new-found muscles I caressed her back in a
slow delicate circular massage.  After a while, as she started a rhythmic
gripping and releasing.  I softly stroked one hand from the back of her
neck to her anus.  As one hand reached and touched that hole the other hand
started at her neck so she would have felt a continuous slow caress.  She
synchronised her gripping with my strokes then suddenly she broke out in
goose bumps and her whole body vibrated.  As she shuddered through a new
climax her anus relaxed against my touching finger and it slipped in to be
gripped tight in a possessive hug.

   As she finished quivering she murmured "Bloody hell Jack, that was the
very best and your cock is still hard.  You haven't come yet.  Just wait a
minute you lovely man."

   I held still, my finger still trapped.  Suddenly it was released and
Sarah backed towards me dropping into my lap with my dick still lodged deep
inside her.  I reached around and caressed her breast.  She turned her head
so we could kiss, then she broke off and whispered.  "Ok Jack, that was
truly amazing.  I thought all my other orgasms were fabulous but you just
hit a mighty jackpot with that one.  Thank you, thank you, and thank you."

   With one hand holding her breast and the other wrapped around her waist
I nuzzled little kisses into the back of her neck.

   "Jack, Jack, Jack!" She screamed.  "Fucking beautiful Jack, I'm coming
again." Sarah quivered again and bounced a vigorous jig on my cock before
subsiding back against me, her body sweating.

   It was several minutes before Sarah revived; I just held her and kissed
her gently.

   As she came back to life she again gripped my cock with her pussy. 
"Jack, you're still hard what a magnificent stud you are!" She licked her
lips and I realised she needed a drink.

   "Shall I get you some water?" I asked.

   "Only if I can keep your penis in my pussy!" she replied.

   "OK, listen.  If I lean back you can turn round on my little spindle."
She laughed and we managed the manoeuvre.  I leaned forward and we kissed,
her lips were very dry.  "Now I'm going to ease myself upright, you will
have to wrap your legs around me and hang on tight." She nodded and her
legs gripped around my waist.  I got up to my knees and she held on smiling
softly as my cock jiggled inside her hot pussy.  I raised one leg and then
eased up the other until I was upright.  Sarah giggled but held on
ferociously, her arms clinging tightly around my neck.

   We made it easily to the kitchen with Sarah stuck limpet-like to me.  I
found two glasses and filled both.  Perching Sarah's bottom on the table I
offered her a glass, she drained it!  I gave her the other and she sipped
it gratefully.  "Yes, I needed that Jack.  Thanks a lot, but what about
you?"

   "Hang on baby, time for a refill!" I said as I swung back to the sink to
fill the empty glass.  I drained that just as Sarah had and re-filled it.
"Maybe we should finish this off upstairs so we can sleep comfortably
afterwards." I suggested.

   "Good thinking, but same rules stud - I keep this damned dick deep in my
dark crevice until it unloads, OK?"

   I nodded and set off jerkily up the narrow stairs.  By the time I
reached the bed the motion of my movement had brought Sarah across the
crests of several little orgasms.  We just made it to the bed before her
grip gave out.

   "Now!  Fuck me now!  Please drive that sperm deep into my aching cunt
Jack.  Now fuck me quickly."

   I wasn't sure that I had either energy or the sperm she craved!  But I
was willing to give it a try.  I pulled her legs up to my chest and started
driving deliberately slowly.

   "Fuck me harder Jack, please nail me rigid you old bastard!"

   Such unladylike language almost had me laughing rather than exalting my
passion but I steadily increased the pace allowing my hips to slap hard
against her buttocks on each inward drive.  Soon she was wailing and
pressing her extended legs hard against my shoulders but I pressed on with
determination.  Each inward drive resulted in a loud slap as my hips
flattened her skinny buttocks.  Soon I felt the age-old tingle of cum being
loaded into the firing mechanism.  Then, as I increased the pace even more,
Sarah screamed and writhed but I couldn't stop.  One last mighty thrust and
I thought my balls would crumble as my sperm churned through them and
lashed along my aching dick deep into her spasming cunt.

   I kept my cock lodged inside her and fell forward just holding myself
from crashing down onto her sweating body.  I could feel her gripping and
draining my dwindling cock as she seemed to be milking it for every drop of
sperm.  Eventually there was nothing left to give and my little sagging
soldier slipped off duty with an unceremonious plop.

   We lay panting for several minutes.  Gradually we calmed and Sarah
rolled me off, she leaned over and sucked our combined juices from my dead
cock.  "Thank you little Jack," she murmured as she kissed the tip then
stood, pulling me upright.

   "Let's get into this comfy bed.  I really need to sleep, OK?" she
whispered.

   "Just need to visit the little boy's room first.  I'll check the candles
downstairs too."

   By the time I returned she was almost asleep.  She mumbled "Sing to me
Jack.  Sing that song you were humming in the park please."

   `Blimey' I thought, `This woman drains me dry then wants a song!'
Nevertheless I smiled nicely, sorted out my sleepy head and started "Gently
on My Mind" as slow and low as I could get it.  Sarah sighed, relaxed and
murmured "Thank you Jack, I like that." I continued, struggling to remember
the words but with a few la-la's and a bit of ad-libbing kept going long
enough to lull her to sleep!

   I turned out the light, kissed her naked shoulder and joined her in
dreamland.


   Continued in Chapter Two . .