Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. UP AND BACK by ShylyWild MF CONS ROM Dedicated to Ben :) who inspires me! This story is a work of erotic fiction and is intended for ADULTS ONLY =========================================================================== Mindlessly Benjamin plodded up and back, up and back. Lap swimming had to be the most boring exercise ever. Other swimmers had at least kept him company at first, but now they all seemed to have gone. Up and back. As he made yet another turn and pushed off there was a splash in the lane next to him and he glimpsed female legs. Great. All he needed was for some high school girl from the swim team to show him up. As he plodded once more towards the far end, he found himself mentally explaining to the girl that the only reason he was swimming at all was that he was in training for the Iron Man Triathlon coming up in a few months - then rebuked himself that he even felt a need to impress her. Still, Benjamin hoped that she wasn't a good swimmer. He was just too competitive to allow a girl to beat him. Up and back. As he passed the girl on each lap Benjamin was pleased to see that he was gaining on her a little each time. His pride intact, he relaxed again and focused on his stroke, mind idling. He began to look forward to passing the girl going the other direction. The glimpses he got of her through his bug-eye goggles were enough to convince him that she was very attractive. Her lithe body sliced through the water, making him wonder why he seemed to be outpacing her. He must be going faster than he thought! Up and back. After twenty laps he stopped a moment to rest and to get a better look at that girl. It was hard to make her out from his water-level vantage point. Her hair was concealed by a swim cap and her face obscured by goggles, but her body was lean and she had a smooth, graceful stroke. Maybe because he couldn't see her face or chest he noticed her bottom all the more, for it was firm and muscular and shapely, each globe of her butt working up and down in time with her kick. A one-piece suit clung to her body and had ridden up a bit into the crevice between her buttocks. The thin nylon fabric was stretched tight across her pubis, which he caught brief glimpses of as she moved her legs. Benjamin's penis stirred in his trunks at the sight. She reached the far end of the pool, stopped and lifted up a moment, scanning his lane. Was that why he appeared to be faster? Was she pausing to watch him? Suddenly she caught sight of him staring at her and hastily pushed off, stroking the twenty five yards back down the pool towards him. She was indeed a lovely swimmer. Up and back. Benjamin's mind drifted again and he lost track of the girl, although over and over his mind's eye replayed the vision of her shapely bottom and the glimpse of her pubis. Finally he realized with a pang of regret that she was gone. The pool seemed emptier than before and depressing somehow. Only a few more laps and his half-mile would be complete but it was suddenly hard to stay motivated. If he quit now, would he be able to catch one final look at the girl? What was her face like? Her body? What color was her hair? He imagined her on the deck pulling her bathing cap off and shaking out her tresses, but when he paused again to look hopefully around, the pool area was empty. Sighing, he pushed off. The last few laps were drudgery but finally he was done. Benjamin exited the pool gratefully, water cascading to the deck from his lean runner's body, his thoughts on the girl as he fetched his towel and dried himself. He wished that he could have seen more of her. It would have been fun to just watch for awhile as she swam, her swimsuit clinging to her taut body. His penis stirred again and this time made a noticeable bulge in the front of his suit, forcing him to hold his towel in front of him as he walked around the side of the pool to the locker room. "Benjamin!" a female voice softly called. "BENJAMIN!" He stopped abruptly. "Me?" he thought, scanning for the owner of the voice. "No one knows me here." For he was just "borrowing" the facilities here while on a business trip from Dallas. The voice seemed to be coming from the equipment closet, where they kept the floats and kickboards. Wasn't that door open when he came in? Suddenly the door cracked open and he caught a quick glimpse of the girl as she peeped around the edge. "Come here!" she commanded. Quite taken aback, he hesitated, and then opened the door. It was Sara. Sara! Benjamin would recognize those laughing eyes and lush ginger hair anywhere. Sara. He knew she lived in Houston, but here? He was suddenly acutely aware that he was clad only in a wet clinging swimsuit. He snatched the towel protectively over his bare chest. Sara! He'd last seen her years ago at an overnight mountain bike rally in the Big Bend country of Texas. He helped her repair a bent derailleur on her custom Fezzari, laughing and flirting, oblivious to the snickers of their competitors. They had pitched tents side-by-side under the galaxy of brilliant stars of the West Texas desert, shared a small campfire, swapped stories of their lives and discovered acquaintances they held in common. It was a magic time and Benjamin had quite fallen in love with the music of her laugh and her saucy wit. And even more so with the allure of her lips and the firmness of her breasts, the way she shivered and giggled when he stroked the bare skin of her stomach, and the way she had guided his hand to the treasure between her legs. He remembered well the slickness he found there and his finger's discovery of the swollen little nub of her clitoris. Oh, God, what a night! He was ignorant in the ways of girls, but she was the best of teachers. At first he was content to just stroke her, mesmerized by her mouth and the points of her nipples burning holes in his naked chest. Her hand guided his, until satisfied with his touch she had turned her attention to his tumescent rod, stroking him, teasing him, her thumb playing with the little furrow of his glans and the drooling opening there. Never had he felt so large - swollen to the point of bursting! Her cool hand ignited a fire in his loins, and his groin thrust involuntarily into her touch, causing her to giggle a little at his eagerness. He had become a man that night. Sara had rolled abruptly onto her back, pulling him on top of her. She had reached down between their bodies and, grasping his throbbing erection, placed his hypersensitive tip at her opening. Instinct had taken over from there. Her arousal lubricated his entry and he plunged into her depths with abandon. His raging penis seemed immersed in warm oil clasped tightly in her velvet sheath - not an alien place, but one warm and accepting, a place that he was meant to be. Never had he imagined sex could be so wonderful! She seemed to have ball bearings in her mid section that gripped him and squeezed him, guiding him, coaxing him upwards to ecstasy! All too soon the familiar tingle swelled in his groin. His feeble resistance crumbled almost as it began and his seed spurted in powerful jets as guttural cries were wrung from his throat. God, it had been good! He had collapsed on her while she cooed and stroked him, only later thinking to ask whether she also had reached her peak. But she'd just laughed and said he was a marvelous lover and that it had been fun. Fun. For him the most earth-moving, fantastic experience of his life. For her, just fun. And although he thought of that night often, and held her in his arms in his dreams, ever his fantasies were tinged with regret that he had been unable to satisfy her as she had satisfied him. And now here she was again - the same twinkling eyes and quirky mouth. The same amber hair and enticing lips. Sara! Benjamin stood amazed, frozen in time until Sara snatched his hand and drug him bodily into the closet. The footing was treacherous among the kickboards piled haphazardly on the floor and for a moment he teetered, seeking solid footing while she pulled the door closed. The lock clicked and she whirled into his arms. Sara! Her body was warm and soft through her wet suit. Her hair smelled of chlorine. Why wouldn't his arms work - his legs - his voice? All he could do was stare in wonderment while visions of that night long ago flashed vividly through his reeling mind. She was even more beautiful than he had remembered. As if under compulsion his eyes dropped to her breasts, nipples clearly visible through the clinging fabric of her suit. Benjamin swallowed and tried to speak. "SSHHH! We don't have much time." And she kissed him, deeply - passionately - her soft hand pulling his mouth down to hers. Her body pressed against his, the heat radiating from her warming his clammy skin. Still Benjamin could not speak. Instead he suddenly had the impulse to run - to be far from here - from her. But she was between him and the door. Her hand dropped purposefully to his crotch and her fingers searched out his penis. She grasped him through his suit and rubbed long strokes down his shaft with her palm. To Benjamin's embarrassment nothing happened. The surprise was too complete. "I can see you're going to need a little help with that!" she laughed in a whisper and dropped to her knees. She fiddled with his drawstring and finally managed to undo it, pulling the top of his suit down until his flaccid dick was free. "I love it like this," Sara said just before Benjamin felt her warm mouth engulf the center of his being. Immediately her head began to bob back and forth, stimulating him with the flat of her tongue as she sucked slightly on his head. Oh, God, that felt so good! Benjamin's prick started to rise despite his embarrassment and reluctance. Her fingers found his balls and cupped them, warming them, her nails scratching slightly on the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Benjamin surrendered. His fingers tangled themselves in that marvelous hair, guiding that wonderful succulent mouth. The warmth and wetness embracing his burgeoning erection began to have an effect. He felt that familiar tingling somewhere inside, signaling the awakening of lust. As if on cue Sara pulled away and turned around, bending over the pile of kickboards, thrusting her firm bottom back at him. "Hurry!" But her swimsuit was still on. How...? Reading his mind, she reached between her legs and pulled the crotch of her suit aside. The bright light in the closet illumined her flowering furrow and glistened in the secretions of her arousal. Benjamin's erection jumped. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD she was beautiful! The pale, moist membrane between her lower lips was framed by a closely trimmed whisp of bright amber hair. Her labia were parted a little and he could clearly see the opening to her vagina, and her, her anus. Oh, GOD! She thrust her bottom back even more, opening herself further. "Hurry!" she hissed. As if waking from a trance Benjamin sprung forward. Taking his hardened manhood in hand he rubbed the head up and down her furrow, causing her to gasp. She was so wet! Aroused - because of him? Because of him! His confidence soared. This.. this vision of a girl wanted him! She had chosen him! His penis throbbed, convulsing in ecstasy at the slickness of her, the perfection of her bottom. He stared boldly at her winking dusky anus, gaped open ever so slightly, as if beckoning in invitation. It felt wicked to be looking at her there. Perverse. Exciting! And with an animal grunt he impaled her on his impossibly swollen cock, thrusting deeply until his pubis ground against her open bottom. She was like a furnace inside, her hot juices searing him, soaking him, drawing him deeper. "Yessssss," she hissed. "yessss, Benjamin!" And she reached between her legs to caress his balls, her nails lightly scratching his scrotum. The sensation was so overwhelming that he had to pause a moment, struggling for control. "Not yet! Not yet!" he begged his body. And at once his failure washed over him - his failure to bring the ultimate pleasure to this angel that night on the desert. But now that memory served only to steel his resolve. He must complete her! He thrust madly into her, all shyness dissolved into lust. Lust for this beautiful girl who desired him, who was begging for him to fill her. Benjamin was reduced to his engorged phallus, his whole being centered on the sensations jolting through his body. As he thrust, she pushed back, seeking all of him, seeking to be penetrated to the uttermost limit. And as he withdrew, her sheath squeezed his shaft, reluctant to surrender even an inch of his tumescent rod. Her dewy wetness trickled down his thighs and he thrust again... and again... "Oh, Benjamin!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Harder, Benjamin! Take me. Oh please take me. I've wanted you for so long, to feel you inside me, to give everything to you. Oh, please... please... don't stop. Don't stooooppppp!" He thrust and thrust, yet still she seemed no closer. Her fingers continued their maddening caress of his tightly clenched testes. He knew he could last but moments longer. Already his climax was a burning weight in his groin, growing swelling... Soon it would burst through and he would have failed again - failed in his duty to her. He noticed that she arched her back, as if spreading herself ever more open to his gaze. He was mesmerized by the sight of her bottom opening winking open and shut - open and shut. As spasms of pleasure coursed through her body, she would clench it tight, then relax it so it gaped again. It was so forbidden to see her there - yet he had the distinct impression that she wanted him to see. It was as if she was signaling him somehow.. inviting him.. Hesitantly he touched her, placing his index finger directly on the little winking opening. She gasped and he thrilled at the sudden hiss of her breath. So was this the key? Was this the key to Sara? The ball of his finger traced little circles around her rubbery sphincter. Her hand squeezed his balls almost painfully, her body spasming around his shaft so tightly that it required an effort to move. "YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!" she cried! "OH, YES!" "OH GOD, BENJAMIN, YES" She pleaded with him, begging him to go faster... harder... and Benjamin obliged her, his hips a blur of motion. Animal sounds escape his lips, heedless of who might hear. It was so...exquisite.... Pleasure almost beyond endurance. Still her anus drew him. He touched and probed her boldly, confidently pressing his finger at her center, wet with her juices. And with a thrill he thrust it suddenly in, as far as his finger would go. Her rectum was smooth and buttery inside, her bowel like a furnace. He twisted and rotated his finger while her sphincter gripped him like a vise. She bucked and gasped, pushing back on his finger and prick. "I'm coming!" She announced solemnly. And her body froze, muscles rigid, while her vagina clamped his phallus painfully as she hovered just at the brink... right at the edge.... And then with a loud "OHHHHHH!!!!" she trembled like a leaf in sweet release, her orgasm consuming her. Seeing her in her pleasure drove him over the top as well, and before he could stop it his seed ERUPTED in a volcano of white stickiness. Once! Twice! Three times! Powerful spurts almost painful in their intensity drained his lust and filled her until it leaked around his pounding prick and dripped from her labia in rivulets down her thighs. Finally they both slumped, Benjamin holding her up from behind, his penis still semi hard inside her. "I have to go!" she hisses. "My husband is waiting!" and with a PLOP pulled off his member, which sagged wetly, tiredly, proudly down. She turned quickly and pecked his lips, then gathered her towel and was gone before Benjamin could say a word. Benjamin stood stunned for a moment, sperm still oozing from his penis. Did that REALLY just happen? Finally, he gathered himself enough to towel off the evidence of their joining and peeked out of the closet. The pool was still empty. He noticed the clock. Did this whole adventure really last only fifteen minutes? But as he strode to the locker room a great pride welled up inside him. Men glanced at him as he stalked in, and then glanced again, wondering. Oh, they could leer at a girl like Sara... Desire her... Even try to seduce her... But he was far beyond their boyish dreams. Benjamin had HAD her. And she had left completed.