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...