After I wrote the first part of the story, I discovered I couldn't leave it there. It needed to be finished, to be completely told. I was an emotional wreak at the time when all of this took place although now I look back upon that part of my life thankful that I had the experience. Not in losing the baby, I will never get over that but the fact that David had been a part of my life... Sara The depression locked in on me after I lost the baby. It was after I started my new life or what I thought would be my new life. It wasn't like I thought it would be. I knew it would be hard, a new job and the possibility of being a single parent. That was 6 months ago after loosing the baby and sneaking back home. I was glad I hadn't totally given up my old job at the law firm that I had started out with. The deal I had made with the other partners was to go on a leave of absence just to see if the new job would work for me. I was glad I had made that deal and I was glad my home hadn't sold too. I had a place and job to come back to. Loosing the baby was the hardest. It was David's baby, the older man that I had seduced in what seemed like years ago. I loved him, seriously loved him. I denied it then, I thought it was just friends with benefits. I know now it was more than that. It took his death and my pregnancy to awaken me to that. He was the only man that made love to me. Really made love to me. I lay here now in the comfort of my bed thinking about it. How I had enticed him and seduced him. It was at one of the brushy areas along the side of the road I ran on, where sometimes if I had too I would stop and pee. The brush was very thick along the road but opened up into a small grassy clearing not far from the road. It was very secluded and the grass was tall and thick. I liked the spot for its privacy and natural beauty, a small hidden meadow. I had wondered about that then, the perfect place for a private meeting. It had taken a while of meeting him along the road I ran on trying to get my timing perfect enough to meet him at the right place. I had stopped directly in front of him that day and started small talk, being as sedative as I could without removing my clothes right there in front of him or asking him to take me into the bushes and fuck me. I remembered how my nipples had hardened during my run, the t-shirt rubbing against them and how they stood straight out. How his eyes went directly to them, the slight blush on his face. I remembered how his eyes didn't stay there long as they wandered down over my body and settled where the golden triangle showed at the top edge of my low riding shorts. I saw his growing bulge and knew I had him. It took very little further enticing, just me taking him by the arm and guiding him through the fence and leading him to the edge of the meadow to achieve my goal. I remembered how I slipped away from him saying, "Look, you can't even see the road." As he turned to look at where the road should be, I slipped quietly behind him and into the thick grass. When he turned back to me I had already stripped and was lying on the blanket. I remembered when he had discovered me; he just stood there and looked at me with this strained expression on his face. I was laying nude before him and he just stood there and looked. I had been so afraid he would turn and leave. He had started to turn away from me when I ordered him to come to me, that he needed me as much as I needed him. When he turned back to look at me, I reached up to him and spread my legs hoping he would knell between them. That was all it took and he dropped like a rock down on me and started covering me with kisses starting with my face and moving down. I remember him crying, sobbing, lost in me as he found my hidden treasures and made them his own. I was so swollen, so hot and so wet that when his lips and tongue found my clit, it was an instant orgasm for me. I moaned, quivered and shook in the delight of him as my orgasm surged through me. I was remembering how his tongue and lips kept up the assault as my legs squeezed around his head, how his hands were busy removing his clothes and my squeezing almost smothering him. He had to grip my thighs with his hands and help push them apart so he could breathe. When my orgasm had subsided, he moved his lips and tongue back up my body and kissed me on the mouth, his hardness poking me in the stomach. I had reached down and grasp him and guided him to my tunnel of delight. I remembered how he moaned as I guided him in and moved my hips up to meet him. It had been beautiful, so very sensual that first time as he slowly made love to me, savoring the feelings, the feeling of me with his very slow thrusting, holding back his release as long as possible. How I let him, how I had wanted him to go slow. I wanted him to feel me grip him and how I flexed my pussy muscles causing him to moan more. I remember how he had tensed up and stopped thrusting, trying to stop the inevitable when he had been close the first time, with only a small surge of pre-cum escaping. We had lain still for some time kissing passionately and deeply, savoring each other before he started to move again. I wondered at the time how long he could hold out. I remember I told him to slow down to where he was just barely moving within me. I had wanted him to last as long as possible. I had wanted to feel him stiffen and harden more and feel him pump his cum into me. I hadn't wanted my releases to interfere with that feeling. I had clenched my teeth and body and let the feeling of my own impending orgasm pass. I wanted to be there for him. It hadn't been long after that that he moaned he was very close. I had concentrated on feeling him and had felt him harden and swell more when the flexing of his cock started and he pushed in deep. When his flow into me began, I thought I was in heaven. I felt every little twitch of his cock; every spasm of the muscles as his cum pumped down his cock and released into me. I remembered when trying to concentrate on him, the feeling of his release into me only slightly hid what was happening to my own body. My own body's needs took over. He was in the middle of his release when my own body started to spasm and shake uncontrollably. I had tried to hold it back but couldn't. I had been too far gone, to close to stop it. I had moaned loudly and cried out as my body spasmed, quivered, and shook sucking his cum deeper into me. He had lain on top of me for five or more minutes allowing our bodies to slowly recover and let his hardness shrink from me before he moved. We had held each other tightly not wanting to part when he rose up and looked into my eyes saying, "We, I shouldn't be doing this." Tears were clouding my eyes now, remembering all of this. Our months of passion, the unbridled lust we had had for each other. The result of our passion was the baby I had lost. The baby at first had terrified me. I hadn't wanted to get pregnant; it was an accident. Due to my beliefs at the time and those of my parents, aborting was not an option. Leaving was. I would go away, have the baby and give it up for adoption. I would tell no one. I was too young to start a family let alone be a single parent. That thought had changed as I watched and felt the changes in my body as the baby grew and developed. Now I am alone with just my memories...