From: gthomas@qni.com (HornyToad) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Up In Arms (m/f, cons) True Story Date: Tue, 07 May 1996 00:48:49 GMT [Permission granted to repost, to make available on-line, and to publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to my pen name, and an author's payment is sent to AIDS research. Please contact the author for written permission authorization.] Up In Arms: Part 1 In 1989 I was one of the luckiest men alive. I have a beautiful daughter who was a cheerleader and her mother and I volunteered to be sponsors of the team. We did not really know all the details of what a sponsor would do, but we felt that our commitment to seeing that the young people in our small school system enjoyed their teenage years would help us be good sponsors. Prior to 1989 we had done a lot of things to contribute to the entertainment available for our kids, their friends and as far as that goes any young person that happened to be in visiting our small community. Our home town, population of 900, is progressive but being so small definitely puts a crunch on the budget set aside for to keep the kids out of mischief when they aren't in class. At our home we built a tennis court with basketball scoreboards, installed an in- ground swimming pool, bought two VCRs, and a fancy stereo system, the list goes on and on. The doors to our house were always "open". If things got "tough" at home or they just needed a place to blow off a little steam, they all knew that they could always come over to our place. In times of trouble I personally made a number of trips "to the rescue." Calls would come in at any time night or day and I would hop in the car and go help, no questions asked. I think that just because of this attitude, "no questions asked", that my wife and I heard more about the kids problems and provided more advice and counseling than any of the "real" parents. I look back and I see now that we did the right thing, and I would do it all exactly the same if I had it to do over. Many of those young people, who were rowdy, and may have been viewed as trouble makers by others around the community are now young adults and they still come to our home when they need help. We are god parents for many of their children. A whole new generation of kids is on the way. They tell us over and over how much they appreciate what we did. The cheer team, we sponsored, consisted of a group of six extremely talented and physically gifted young ladies. Of course they did the everyday things that cheerleaders do, directing the cheers of the crowds at all the sporting events; football games, basketball games, pep rallies, etc. In addition, because of their talent as dancers, which all of them had at different times had taken dance lessons, they also organized a drill team or dance team that participated in competition type meets all over the state. They were absolutely fantastic to watch. Every where they competed or performed the crowds were always inspired to a standing ovation and the girls always had to do one or more encore routines. My daughter loved it, the wife and I loved it, the whole community loved it. Some of the drill routines were actually very sexually suggestive, but that is teenage girls, they have "something" but they really aren't sure what to do with it, if you know what I mean. In almost every competition they entered they placed first. Because of the wide recognition, the talent of each girl and hours of practice to develop coordinated skill, the team was invited to perform at one of the major college bowl games. As sponsors we got to go, it was fabulous. The event this story evolves around occurred in Kansas City. During state and nation wide recognition the girls talents had received such wide spread recognition that they were invited to participate in a major team competition held in Kansas City. The competition was video taped and was subsequently seen on different sports television networks several times. Part 2 The competition in Kansas City began on Friday afternoon and ended late Sunday. Three full days of hard work, exercise and continuous performances. Beautiful young ladies were everywhere. I believe there were more than 300 teams there, each team of at least 6 members, many had up to ten. If I am close to being right with my estimated number of girls present for the event there was at least 2000 of the hardest bodies in America in KC over that weekend. Of course that does not include all the other people that came along as coaches, sponsors, support and just general family. Americas most beautiful bodies were everywhere and I mean every where, the restaurants, the shopping malls, the beauty shops, every where. We stayed in one of the major hotels in downtown KC, just a short walk from the pavilion where all the events took place. After a hard afternoon on Friday the girls were all wired to let off nervous energy. I contacted the front desk and asked about age limits on the hotel disco. The desk clerk said that the age limit was normally 21, but they did allow young adults in, provided they were 18 or older and accompanied by an adult. For a while that created a little problem, since a couple of the girls were under 18, I did not want to cause any problems. The girls were all put out, and finally asked it they could go see their coach and get permission. I said it was fine with me, thinking that the coach probably would not say yes. They all charged out, I was relieved that the responsibility had been passed along to the proper authority. When they all came back really excited, I knew right then I was in for a long Friday night. The coach had given permission provided at least one of sponsors went along. I couldn't get out of it. Where do you think we spent our Friday and Saturday evenings? Yep, in the disco, we closed it down both nights. So on Friday night, long after I should of been in bed, there I was in the disco with a bunch of other "old fuddy duddys" setting in the corner, trying to avoid hearing damage, the music was so loud they had to serve drinks in plastic cups. The girls were all out on the floor, doing dances that I could never hope to do. Heck, I tried for awhile and paid the price the next day The group in the corner were all about my age consisting of 12 or 14 people, sponsors, mothers, chaperones, and coaches. There were very few men. I'd say the women out numbered me at least 7 to 1. My wife is a little more frisky than I am and she would get out on the dance floor and shake with the girls. I mostly sat and watched, although during the slower numbers I danced with who ever asked me, and believe me I got a lot of requests. I think that is the only time in my life when I have said no when a women asked me to dance. I just could not dance with them all. It was amazing. The girls didn't like it that I was setting in the corner, they had managed to get a table right next to the dance floor and kept after me to move to their table. I kept trying to tell them that I got a head ache if I got to close to the speakers. Finally, with everyone laughing at me, one of the girls brought out her ear plugs and gave them to me. There they were all six of them, and the wife, looking at me like I was spoiling their party, what choice did I have, but to move to the table closer to the dance floor. I waved by to the older crowd and took my place as the "table holder", right in front of the speakers. About 11:30 a late arriving group came in, all the tables near the floor were obviously taken. It was chilly out, or had been earlier and there were a lot of coats and light jackets on all the chairs and the tables were covered with half full glasses. So even though there was no one setting at them, while the music was playing, it was easy to tell that they were taken. Seeing me, they all came over asked me if they could set at the table with me. They were obviously there for the same reason as we were, the cheer competition. The place was packed to capacity. At first I was kind of grumpy and I told them that all the chairs were taken by people out on the floor. One of the ladies, smiled at me, she was their team coach, I found out later, she responded to my grumpy voice by saying, "Just let us set until they come back, then we can go dance, besides we just need a place to put our purses." Again, caught by the spell of beautiful women, I said, "OK, sounds fine with me." They all immediately made themselves at home. They all set down, I was in so much distress over the loud music I really wasn't paying that much attention to the group at that time. As the evening progressed the girls from both teams introduced themselves, you know how teenagers are, and the party got more and more heated. They were all having a great time, and me, well I just manned the table. Alcohol was being passed around discreetly and I guess I have to admit I also bought a few Tom Collins style "lemonades." The girls were all sweating and thirsty from the exercise on the dance floor and they didn't pay any attention to who's glass was who's, just grabbing anything that was wet and cold and chugging it down. The youngsters were never at the table. As the alcohol began to kick in, I began to notice that most of the older people were having as much fun as the girls, but me I just kept saying no, except for the slow numbers, and setting at the table. I even bought a couple of drinks for the coach of the team that was now at our table. I wasn't trying to be a party pooper, but I guess I was, hell I was buying drinks! What else could I do? About mid night my wife came over to the table with all the girls of our team and said, "A couple of the girls are ready to go to bed, I need to escort them to the room." Since we had been told that none of our girls were to be left alone, my wife said she would stay in the room with the girls. I said, "Why don't we just all turn in?" I immediately got the message that all the others thought that was really bad idea. My daughter was one of the ones that wanted to stay, and you can guess how tightly she had daddy wrapped around her little finger. With all the frowns and down turned looks, I immediately I started laughing and said "OK, I'll stay here with this wild bunch." Everyone then got those big smiles that say, "OK, it is real party time now." I continued setting at the table, which was now full of underage women, watching the drinks disappear and trying to keep everyone's thirst satisfied. I finally had to get the waitress to bring over several pictures of ice water, for the girls, not for us "old people. The drinks were all being charged to my room and the cost was rapidly approaching the requirement that I would have to take a second mortgage on the house to pay off the credit card. I didn't want to be in debt for thirty years. I'll tell you it is a terrible thing to have a male ego that will not allow a lady to buy her own drinks. I did continue to by drinks for the coach who occasionally would set one out and stay at the table with me. Up to the point that the wife left nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I don't really understand what happened then, but once she was out of the room it was like "open season" and I was the game that everyone was after. Not the cheerleaders, I am sorry to say, but for the all the older ladies, the ones there to keep the "young stuff" under control. It was sort of like the inhibition that my wife had imposed on the other ladies was suddenly gone. Before I even noticed it all the chairs around the table were filled with the group that had been back in the corner. Conversation became nosier, jokes and wise cracks began to fly around. Hell, I'd been married for 20 years at that time, it came as real shock to me when I looked up to see the coach looking at me. I don't mean just looking, I mean there was this underlying meaning, she was flirting with ME!!!! My whole system suddenly felt like somebody had slammed their hands down on the keyboard of a piano, a sensation total disbelief. I think it was such a shock to me that she saw it register on my face, because she kind of laughed and started shaking her head. With all the noise of the disco, talking meant that you had to yell or put your heads close together. However, the ringing in my ears from that look completely drowned out the music. I grabbed my drink and as I raised it to my mouth, I could not believe it, my hands were shaking. Then when I took a drink I was breathing so quickly, gasping is more correct, that I sucked Jack Daniels into my lungs. Believe me Jack don't breath very well and I started coughing. I sprayed a mouthful of bourbon and water all over myself and then dumped the whole drink on to the table top as I tried to set it down and cough up my lungs at the same time The lady that had caused my dilemma was incited to a rolling laugh. I was totally embarrassed, I felt like a 16 year old on his first date, all arms and legs. I started to get up to leave, I was in full "retreat", but the coach winked at me and kind of nodded her head that it was OK. I picked up the message, and since I was already standing, I turned and grabbed the table napkins off the table next to ours and began to clean up the mess I'd made. I'd just finished wiping the table off and was turning to toss the soggy napkins on to the table behind me. and as I turned I bumped solidly into somebody. It was the coach. I guess while I was in full embarrassment, attempting to not look like a fool and cleaning up my mess, she'd stood up and walked around the table. I almost knocked her off her feet. My hands full of the wet napkins had landed a solid right hook to her right breast. She jumped back a little, with a little consternation on her face, along with a huge wet spot on her blouse. If I wasn't embarrassed before, I was now! She shook her head, reached out with one hand took the mess out of my hands, dropped it on the floor and then grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the dance floor. I was in such a state of pure stupidity that I went. Something inside of me said, " I needed to get out of here fast", but like a dummy, which I certainly was, I just "shock walked" to the dance floor. The music was some kind of stuff that I could hardly keep time with, plus with my mind running at least a hundred miles an hour, I am sure that I looked like a scarecrow gaggling in a hurricane. The music lasted all of thirty seconds and stopped. The next song they played was one that I recognized by Robert Palmer, "Addicted to Love." I remembered the song because of the video that was running on MTV. The video features a bunch of really hot women, all dressed in tight fitting red dresses and made up exactly the same. The memory is of a bunch of really hot looking women all dressed in red dancing pressed together. The coach also knew the song and the video because she started doing the dance steps from the video. Up to that point I had not looked at the coach all that close, but under the lights of the floor, the lasers flashing around the room, I got my first look at her and she was really beautiful. Her hair was about shoulder length and cut in a style a little more conservative than the long stringy stuff like my daughters, but it was just right for her face. Her face was unbelievable, clear complexion, widely set eyes, a strong chin and a pert little aristocratic nose. Make up was perfection, a little pink on her cheeks, which could have been the exercise of the dance or what I am sure was going on in her mind. I am six feet tall and she was very close to being as tall as me. I learned later that she was 5'10", quite a bit of difference between her and my wife who is only 5'5". She was wearing at loose fitting skirt and a nice white blouse of lacy material. Under the lights the outline of her bra came through very clearly. For a second I was again in shock when I realized I was attracted to this lady and I mean "really" attracted. Old Pete, was perking up and starting to pay attention. By the end of the end of the Robert Palmer song all the women were lined up just like in the video, doing that front to back, deep dipping, kind of hip swing dance they do on the video. I was standing on the edge of the dance floor mesmerized, unable to move a muscle. When the Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love ended all the girls on the floor began to run for the tables. She kind of swayed her way back across the dance floor to me. As she moved toward me the next number started playing, and this number almost ended me. The disc jockey played, Foreigner, "Waiting For A Girl Like You." She never said a word, just walked up and put her arms around me and started dancing right where we were standing. The lights lowered and we moved out on the floor a little. With so few men in the place we were the only ones on the dance floor, but I could have cared less. She was fabulous. She put her he'd on my shoulder and held me as close and as tight as any women I as ever held me. Old Pete, he got the message instantly, and came up in all his rising heat. She felt me getting an erection and pressed her hips hard into my abdomen. With her pressing against me, harder and harder with each step, that was the first time since I was a teenager that I had "almost" creamed in my jeans. The Foreigner song lasts about four minutes, it was the sweetest four minutes of my life. It ended way to soon! The next song played was another one that I didn't recognize, hot, heavy, rock and roll. When the lights came back up she spun away and went to rocking her hips in wildly hunching gyrations, sliding across the floor. I could hardly believe she could swing her hips so rapidly and in such a suggestive manner. Every movement of her body sent electrical shocks to Pete's head. Again, I couldn't move, my feet were glued to the floor. The only thing that saved me from another embarrassment was the flood of girls that hit the floor to dance as the music came back to their style. She kept dancing for maybe 30 seconds, started laughing and walked slowly across the dance floor toward me. When she was close enough I said, " I need to go to the rest room." She laughed and said, "Yeah, I can tell." Then she said another shocker, she got real close to my ear and whispered, "You going to take care of that problem in your pants or can I help." I couldn't say a word, I just laughed. We both just stood there, finally I said, "I really do have to go to the bathroom, go set down I'll only be a second." She looked kind of frustrated for a second, then shot back, "OK, but remember I can help" and laughed as she walked away from me. I ran to the bathroom, and I mean RAN. When I got into the rest room I immediately went to the sinks and started splashing cold water on my face. I looked up at myself in the mirror and thought, "Man, you are in the shits!" I could just see what was in the works, a little strange pussy. I looked at myself for a long time, I know I must have stood there for three minutes just studying myself. The old brain was in a total state of shock. I knew right then that if I went back out there that I would not say no to what ever her name was. Hell, I didn't even know her name. Could I fuck a total stranger? I had never done anything like that, I'd never even had the opportunity, at least not since I'd turned 30. I would probably still be standing there in front of that mirror if another guy had not walked in to the rest room about that time. I turned and looked at the guy, it was the bartender. He said, "Damn man, what the hell you doing in here! That has to be the hottest bunch of quail I have ever seen!" I kind of laughed and said, "That my friend is an understatement." Then I looked at myself once more in the mirror and I thought, "What the fuck?" As I turned to walk out of the bathroom I asked the bartender, "Hay am I OK with my tab? It is all going on my room bill and I think I am going to leave in a couple of minutes." He said, "If it is on your room bill your square, we charge the drinks to the room as we deliver to the table." I said, "Thanks" as the door closed behind me. In the hall outside the bathroom it suddenly hit me again that I was getting ready to do the "bad nasty", but Old Pete he won again, with a hard quiver in my pants. I remembered then that I needed to piss and turned around and walked back in the bathroom. The bartender was standing at the sinks washing his hands. I said, "Man I am so shook up I forgot to piss!" He laughed and said, "I know what you mean!" I walked over to the urinals, unzipped my pants, Old Pete was a standing at full erect, attention. I said out loud, "Down boy, down!" The bartender must of heard me because he started laughing. I grabbed hold of myself, shit my penis was as wet with pre-ejaculation semen as if I'd soaked myself with KY jelly, even my underwear were wet. All that hard pressing had almost caused me to ejaculate in my pants. I guess you could say that I am adequately endowed, in all my regal glory, I can press the ruler at eight inches, but I will say that the Pete was under such pressure he was well near to 8 and half right there in the urinal. I had to concentrate real hard to take a piss, but finally succeeded in getting the urine to flow. As the piss came, my erection started to drop a little. I heard the door to the bathroom open and close, the bartender was leaving. I have not been a masturbation artist since teenage years, but right there I sure thought to myself, "If I whip this thing off, I can walk out of this place and not worry about it." Pete must of heard me cause he faded in his glory even more, down to the diamond hard stage. I shook those hanger-on drops of urine off Pete, pushed the foreskin back in place to protect him from the zipper and sealed Old Pete back in his cage. "Fuck it" I thought as I walked away from the urinal, I didn't even wash my hands. As I walked out of the bathroom I glanced at the digital clock on the cigarette machine, it said 12:45 AM, shit it was already Saturday morning. I walked directly back to the table. As I got to the point that I could see the table the only person setting at the table was the hot number I'd been dancing with. She'd moved her stuff around to my side of the table and was setting in the chair next to mine. I walked up and as I looked around I noticed that some of the stuff was gone. Some of the stuff that belonged to the girls that I was there with was gone to. For a second I was worried. She said, "Set down, there is a couple of things I need to tell you." I said, "Where did my girls go?" She said, "Set down, I'll tell you." I said, "Oh, OK" and sat down. She leaned over and told me that several of the girls wanted to get pizza, but the hotel kitchen had closed at mid-night and they had decided to walk across the street and get a pizza from Domino's. She finished by saying, "They will be back in about 15 minutes" I didn't see anything wrong with that. I noticed that she had ordered me a fresh drink. I said, "Is that mine?" She said, "Yes, it is Jack Daniels and water, I ordered it hoping that you'd come back. Don't breath it.", and started laughing. I laughed to and picked up the drink, taking a nervous sip. I sat back and said, "Well, if you want to know the truth I sure almost walked out of here." She said, "I almost did too. I have not done what I did to you out there in a long time, maybe 10 years." I could only think of one thing to say, I asked, "Why me?" She said, "I don't know, maybe I've had to much to drink. I was setting over there awhile ago and I could smell you and I just got extra brave I guess." A little puzzled I said, "You could SMELL me?" and I turned to take a whiff of my arm pit. She laughed, "No not like that, you don't smell! It's me, I got this thing when I am interested in a man, it is like I can "smell" you inside of my head." I laughed and said, "Have you seen a doctor about this?" She laughed too. I looked at her, right in the eyes, those beautiful eyes, and she looked back. There was something there that I have not seen in a long time. I was suddenly hot again. Pete hit the top of my pant zipper and I winced from the sudden pain. She placed her hand on top of mine and squeezed it, she whispered in a husky voice, "See you can smell me too!" The truth is I could smell her, she had on a light perfume and it was getting in right over the Jack Daniels, which I quickly took another sip of. A second later her eyes softened just a little and she said, "I don't know you and you don't me, but I think we could set a new world record for temperature in a bedroom." I could hardly believe my ears and I knew she was right. Only a couple of times in a persons life will you meet someone that brings you to the highest levels of pure, white hot sex. I could see, I could feel, I could smell, it was there, every last little bit, it was a dream, it had to be. I didn't need this, and panic crept over me again. I guess she could see it in my eyes. She leaned over and whispered, "Do we leave now or do we get ourselves into real trouble?" I was totally at a loss, finally after a long pause, I said, "It is up to you." She smiled and said, "OK, then we are going to do things to each other that I have not done in a long time." I thought she was joking and laughed. She was kind of hurt by my laugh, I could see that she was serious. I said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, it is just I still can not believe this is happening." She leaned over and said, "Believe it!" I started believing it right then. I smiled and she smiled back. She leaned close again and started telling me about herself. Her name was Elaine Rhodes, she was 38 years old at the time, a school teacher in Omaha, Nebraska. During the summer months she ran modern dance classes at the local public high school and did other work related to the arts around the Omaha area. She was a single mother. Her ex-husband had been an officer in the Air Force when they moved to Omaha in the late 1970's. Her only daughter, who was one of the girls on the drill team she was the coach of, had been in the first grade when they moved to Nebraska. In 1983 her husband had been transferred to Washington, DC, his career meant more to him than did his family. He had never came home to them. Apparently while he was living in DC he'd gotten into an affair, the details she did not say. Anyway, she liked Omaha and had stayed right there. Her ex was no longer in their lives, he never had been after he left them to go to DC. Neither she nor her daughter had heard from him in the 6 years since he'd left. She added that she had a few intimate friends but nothing that amounted to a commitment. When she finished she said, "I am not an easy woman, but I do like sex and that is the story of Elaine, tell me about you." I leaned up on the table and told her about me. At that time I was 38 also. I told her, I have a daughter, who is one of the girls that went after pizza, and a son. My son at that time was a student at the state university, a freshmen. My kids were born in 1972 and 1973. I spent most of the 1970's in the military and then got out to go back to college. I was an enlisted person. I was married in 1971 and was still with the same lady. In finishing I told her that I did not make a habit of having sex with women other than my wife. That it had happened when I was younger, back in my 20's, but I had not slept with anyone other than my wife for a long time. When I finished she had a real serious look in her eyes. I looked at her and she looked at me, an unspoken message passed between us. She reached behind her and picked up her purse and started rummaging through it. She took out her room key and placed it in my hand. The room keys at the hotel were plastic cards with multiple holes punched in them. As she placed the key in my hand she said, "My room number is 1517, in the East Wing. The girls will be back in a few minutes. When they get back, I will tell my daughter that I have to run up to the room, I have a private room. My daughter is in with the other girls. When I leave, you wait a few minutes and then find a reason to leave and come to my room." I looked at the key for a second, almost giving it back to her. I would have if she had not reached over and closed my hand over the key. We didn't say to much else for a few minutes, but we didn't have long to wait anyway because all the girls came hurrying back in with the pizza, all laughing and talking at the same time. Elaine collected her stuff, purse and light jacket, and then stood up walked around the table to her daughter, who was the image of her mother. Elaine bent down close to her daughter and whispered something. Her daughter never even looked up, just shaking her head that she understood. As Elaine stood back up, she glanced my way, there was a "Please come look in her eyes." I just gave her a single nod of my head. She smiled a little and turned to walk away. I sat there watching the pack of girls devour the pizza. My daughter saw me watching and yelled loud enough for me to hear her over the noise, "Hay Dad, you want some pizza?" I smiled back at her and just shook my head saying no. She smiled at me and went back to the pizza and the laughing conversation taking place. I waited a good five minutes. I did almost the same thing as Elaine had done, except I walked around the table in the opposite direction. I bent over close to my daughter's ear and said, "Hay I need to get some fresh air, I am going to walk around the hotel outside." She was shaking her head, just like Elaine's daughter had, up and down indicating that she understood, but never looking at me. I got real close and I said, "I want you look at me." She turned to look at me, a little mad expression on her face. I said, "Stay calm, I just want to make sure you know that you are not to leave the disco until I come back." She rolled her eyes like I was telling her something useless, she said, "OK, we are not going anywhere, OK!" I smiled and said, "I just worry." She smiled then and said, "Oh Dad, you are a pain sometimes." I said, "I know it's because I love you!" She laughed and said, "See ya in a little while." As I left the disco I glanced down toward the bathroom door, the clock said 1:15 AM. I then felt someone looking at me and I glanced the opposite direction, the bartender had a big smile on his face and was giving me a thumbs up. I panicked, thinking, "Shit somebody knows." I walked out into the lobby, hesitated a second, and then decided that I really did need some air and walked toward the rotating doors to go outside. Part 3 It was late winter or early spring in Kansas City and in the mid-west you never know what the weather is going to be from one minute to the next, but that night it was really nice outside. The temperature was in the low 40's or high 30's but there was no wind. I figured a little walk would help me get my emotions straightened out. My wife was on my mind. What would happen if this got back to her? God I didn't want to loose everything I had, my family, my nice life style, the respect of my children, the impacts would be terrible. At the same time the animal instinct kept getting in there and driving me crazy. I think I was having a nervous breakdown. "Is it possible for all this to happen", I kept asking myself this over and over. I walked out the door and turned left thinking that I'd make a quick walk out of it. My thoughts were running wild and I was not thinking all that clearly anyway, Jack-in-the-water kept clouding my mind. I walked and I thought, I walked and I thought, I guess with everything so much of a jumble in my mind, I didn't pay to much attention to distance, because the next thing I notice is that I am in a pretty seedy area. A cabby must of seen me, because the next thing I am aware of is screeching tires and he comes to a stop and rolls down his passenger window. He yells, "Hay man, you lost, need a cab?" I said, "No I am OK." He said, "Buddy I don't think you know where your at, this is a bad area man. You go one more block in the direction your going and you probably ain't coming back!" I don't know if he was out to get a quick fare or telling me the truth, but he had my attention. He said, "Get in man, I'll take you any where you need to go and it won't cost you a dime." So I jumped in the front seat. I said, I am staying at the Ransom House. He said, "OK, be there in 5 minutes. Set back and relax." I did exactly that. The only thing about the trip back that surprised me was that he made a right turn. I knew that I'd walked straight down the street, so I asked, "I came out of the door up ahead." He said, "Yeah, but the street in front of that door is a one way, I'll take you around the block and drop you off right where you came out." I said, "Fine". After he made the right turn, at the next corner he made a left, and then another left. Looking up ahead I could see the highly lighted area of the hotel main entrance. I said, "Just drop me off there at the main entrance." He said, "Sure thing." When he stopped I tried to pay him, he said, "No way man, this is on Kansas City. We want you to come back again. Stay away from where you were going man, you can die down there!" I said, "Thanks for the advice, and I hope to come back again." He laughed as I got out of the car and slammed the door. He gunned the engine and shot out of the covered area where he dropped me. As I walked into the lobby the big clock over the front desk was reading 1:43. I looked at the clock and decided that I would go up to Elaine's room and call the whole thing off, I just could not stand the feelings that were in my gut. My room was in the West Wing, Elaine's was in the East. Two separate elevator banks were used to get to each wing. I walked to the East Bank, entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 15th floor. I was the only person on the elevator and it never stopped until the little bell rang and the door opened at number 15. I looked at the arrows pointing me in the correct direction and started walking down the hall toward number 17. I found the room, about mid way down the hall. I gently inserted the key, removed it, watched the display next to the key slot turn green and opened the door. Elaine was standing in front of the door as it opened. I stepped into the room and let the door close by itself behind me, a sold thud issued from the door when it closed. I said, "Elaine" that was as far as I got. She almost dived into me, grabbing me around my chest and holding me, her head lowered to my chest. I started again, "Elaine, I... " and was cut off in mid sentence by her fingers as she placed them over my mouth. She looked into my eyes and said, "I know, you don't want this, well neither do I, but I can not stop it and neither can you." I tried again and got as far as "Elaine, this could... ", then my ability to talk was lost as her smell came in and filled my senses. My arms went around her by themselves and I held her to me with a strength I had not felt in a long time. I wanted to crush her into me, make her part of me, this women, she was me, I could feel it as I had never felt anything like it before. She whispered, "I didn't think you were going to come up, it took you forever, what happened?" I said, "Nothing happened, I had to get a little fresh air." She snuggled into my arms, her head pressing harder into my chest and said, "OK, just your here now, that is all that matters." We stood like that. I felt like a teenager again, I had not felt the sensations I was feeling for a long time. Sex was good for me, but it had been a long time since I had felt the way I felt then. It was a luxurious feeling that I did not want to ever stop. I know Elaine felt it to, she didn't move a muscle, only getting into me, becoming part of me, deeper and deeper. I know how the tree feels as the worm slowly eats away at its heart. The steel jaws of the trap closed on me, I was powerless to escape. I would have willingly died rather than stop what was happening. Glancing into the room I noticed that she had opened a bottle of wine and that there was a half full glass setting on the coffee table. I was not the least interested in more alcohol so I ignored it. After glancing up some rational thought began to seep back into my mind. I again realized that I could escape, but then the smell of her came over me again, the overpowering smell, that smell that can only come from inside of your mind. No natural smell could ever feel, could control, could turn a man in to clay to be molded and formed in the way that her smell was affecting me. In an instant my resistance was gone. I felt as natural as if this was happening because it was supposed to happen. I relaxed inside and I felt the flow of warmth from my heart, from my soul and again I was in a glorious heaven of sensations. Waves of pleasure, of feeling this woman in my arms, of the tight embrace that she was giving back, wave after wave of pulsations. I believe in divine connections, at least after that few minutes by that door, in a strange city, in a strangers room. Some people are wired the same way, when they touch it is the force of pure magnetic attraction that brings them together, they can not stop what happens. I was in such situation that night, we were both in its control. No conscious thought is powerful enough to control it, it happens! I felt the need to move away from the door, yet I could not. I lowered my face to her neck, to feel her skin on my face, to taste the satin of her flesh. I lightly brushed my nose and lips across the most sensuous areas and the reward was clear for me to see and feel. Small chill bumps appeared on the purest of skin, small shuttering muscles vibrating her body against me, her throat issuing forth a soft moan. I kissed her neck slowly at first, tasting her on my tongue, the bitterness of perfume mixed with the taste of honey of the wild flower. She was struggling a little in her attempts to keep from moving against me. I felt the smallest of pelvic thrusts as the muscles took control, performing the physical act of mutual stimulation. Then she began to try and slid away from me, a little resistance at first, a little strength added a second later, pushing back from my chest she looked into my face, the tip of her tongue glazing over the surface of her lips. She whispered in a halting voice, "Move me into the bedroom." In one motion I lifted her up in my arms and walked into the room. Quickly stepping to the foot of the bed I slowly lowered her to the bed. As I released her on the bed she scooted across the bed a little and looked at me, a sly, playful kitten turning into the torturous cat with a helpless mouse. I was mesmerized. She had changed clothes. She had on a white, very light, sheer, almost see through, coverlet, obviously made of silk. Underneath the coverlet I could see the outline of a pair of black panties and bra. Real stockings were the finishing touch, white ones, of fine French lace and a black garter belt. I had not seen such clothing ever, I could not stand the heat that again was radiating from inside of me. My heart was pounding, my head was pounding, even the tips of my fingers were pounding. I looked at her, she smiled and said, "Do you like my outfit? I just bought it this evening." She laughed a little, in kind of shy way and said, "We were in the shopping mall across the street, they have a Victoria Secret Shop. We all went in and I bought this." She then got real serious for just a second and said, "I have never owned anything like this before." I said, "It is the most exciting thing I have ever seen! I mean that in a special way, I can not put it in words." I really couldn't. I was getting nervous again, I guess she could see it too. She kind of rolled forward on her hands and knees and crawled across the bed toward me. I wanted to run again, but I knew I couldn't, again frozen in place. She crawled up to the edge of the bed and began to pull my shirt out of my pants, at the same time fumbling with my belt. I watched her for a second or two and then kind of giggled. She sat back, looked up at me and with a twisted little smirk said, "Well what are you doing, can't you see I am trying to get you undressed." I said, "Sure I can see it, and I can also see that you are as out of control by this whole thing as I am." I chuckled again, and pulled my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoned it and flipped it onto the chair by the wall at the foot of the bed. I had on a light cotton undershirt, the kind that are cut sort of like a muscle shirt, I like them, they make a fat man look skinny, and I have to admit I was carrying a little bit of extra weight at the time. Not a fatty mind you, just shall we say "well finished". I watched her face, the heat was getting to her to, a flush had risen up across her chest, a bright pink that added a glow to her. She was made in a secret world of flesh kept for only special people. I began to work at my belt and zipper. As I slid my pants down I bent over at the waist, to remove my shoes and socks. I intentionally obscured my erect penis from her eyes. I wear old style boxer shorts, they are more comfortable when you spend all day setting at a desk. There is more material, thus they absorb the sweat better and it just keeps the privates more comfortable. I was bent over with my pants around my ankles, untying my shoe laces, my penis hard as wood, was held out of her view, tightly compressed between my stomach and the front of my legs. I turned my head to the side and looked at Elaine. The flush had progressed up her throat and was spreading across her cheeks. I guess she could feel it, or was just unconscious of her hands, because as I watched her, her right hand raised up and kind of brushed across her cheek and come to rest on the rise of her breasts at the base of her neck. She never even noticed me looking at her and I don't think she realized that I was teasing her also. I stepped out of my shoes and while I was bent over I picked up my pants and tossed them on top of my shirt in the chair. I then stood straight up and tall in front of her. My hardness was extending through the open fly of my shorts, the foreskin had again pulled back because of the lubrication effect of pre-ejaculation semen that was glistening on the red glans. Elaine's focus was on my penis. Old Pete was doing himself proud sticking out and up at almost a 45 degree angle from my undershorts, my straight 8 was there for all to see. I moved just a little and Elaine reacted like I was sticking a hot poker to her, kind of startled her. Her sight was still focused on my penis, like she had never seen one before. I could not keep myself from chuckling again. That brought her out of the trance of seeing my penis. She said, "Oh I didn't mean to stare." I laughed and said, "Elaine you act like this is the first penis you've ever seen." She got red then, even redder I mean. She said, "To tell you the truth yours is the first that I have seen in almost 3 years and I have never seen one that was not circumcised and I have never seen one that, well, was wet like that." I kind of grinned and chuckled again and said, "Elaine meet Pete! and I guess this is a night of firsts" She laughed saying, "You have a name for your penis!" I laughed and said, "Yep, he's been with me so long he is like my best friend." She laughed and said, "I can see what you mean!" I said, "OK, I am down to my undies, it is now your turn take something off." She looked at me and said, "All right". I remained standing while she moved around on the bed trying to get the coverlet situated so she could take it off. She finally got the back of the coverlet from under her tush and suddenly realized that when she took it off that I would see her wearing the black underclothing and stockings. For a second she hesitated and looked up at me. I smiled and said, "Elaine your beautiful, did you know that? You are the most beautiful women that I have ever seen, God I can hardly wait to see your body and those things are unbelievably exciting to me." She smiled and regained her confidence. Slipping first her left arm then her right arm out of the coverlet. She was still a little bashful or modest I guess, because she was careful during the whole process of getting the coverlet off to make sure that she didn't expose to much of herself. She held it against her chest completely blocking any view of her breasts and panties. The damned thing was now two layers thick covering her and I could not see as much as when she had it on. I don't know if she was serious about not showing me her body, or if she was teasing me, just the same as I teased her when I took off my pants. I looked at her for a second, watching her eyes, the flush that had receded during the little while I was getting my clothes off and the conversation about Old Pete was back, and rising upwards across her upper chest toward her neck. I slowly reached a hand out and grasped just the edge of the coverlet and began to pull it away from her. She did not resist as the silky material slipped from her grasp and I pulled it all the way over and held it up in front of my face, covering my nose. I breathed in deeply the aroma of her body and the heat from her, left in the material, rising to my face. Pete gave a surge and a drip of clear semen dropped from the purplish head. As it dropped away it left a long viscous stream, several inches long, attached to the head. A very low moan issued forth from Elaine as her eyes were again focused on my hard cock. She had to turn her head away to break the spell binding vision of my throbbing member. As she looked back around at me our eyes met again, she slowly lowered her back to the bed and moved her bottom down the bed. Once she was fully laid out she looked up at me, the tip of her tongue licking her lips, a light sheen of saliva left in its trail. The vision was of unquenchable lust. Me looking at her, she looking at me. I grasped the bottom of my undershirt lifting it over my head, again tossing it to the chair with the rest of my clothes. I again stood up, my chest is hairy, not course or thick, but hairy enough to be called hairy. I have a strong physique, high school football and then all the hard work that I did in the early part of my adult life, plus having a gotten my body style of my grandfather. I was not a hard body, but even to today there is a muscle structure that is clearly visible. I just looked at Elaine. She had leaned back on the bed and was totally relaxed. Her legs had spread just a little and I could see the wetness from her womanhood had soaked through the black panties. This was a hot woman! I still think that a lot of the heat was due to the that special connection between two people that happens only once or twice in your life. Pete had done it again, in all I could see he was more than ready to give Elaine that long, delirious fuck that we both knew was coming. I still had my boxer undershorts on, but I could see that Elaine was more excited by me having them on, so I stayed that way. I walked slowly around to stand directly over the top of Elaine looking down into her smoking hot eyes. I grasped my hard, purple cock in my right hand, and stroked once, pushing the foreskin back tightly, the shaft of my prick pulsating in my hand, the thick veins of seeming to puff up even more and pre-cum semen flowed slowly out. Elaine watched as I did this, then leaned up slowly, to place just the tip of her tongue on the swollen head of my cock, catching the drops of clear liquid that collected just on the most sensuous tip. I moaned as she flicked her tongue across the nerve center of my soul. It was still unbelievable to me that this was happening. Slowly Elaine continued to flip her tongue across the head of pulsating rod. She kept burning me with those small little licks, just the tip of her tongue. Each touch was like a was a red hot poker being pressed on me. My balls would jerk upwards with each touch. She then took the whole held in her mouth and giving me one deep hard suck. It was almost to much, my whole body was racked by contracting muscles, I could not stop myself from stroking my prick back and forth several times. Elaine dropped back on the bed and watched me. I looked her right in the eyes as I masturbated a few more strokes, I could feel the cum rising in my prick. By themselves my eyes closed. The next thing I felt was Elaine's hand on my right hand, stopping me from masturbating to orgasm. I heard her whisper, "No, not yet, stop for now." I wouldn't have stopped if she hadn't put enough force in her grasp to actually pull my hand away from my bulging penis. My hips jerked forward, pushing my cock into the imaginary gash I could see and smell in my mind. I could feel the fire of orgasm coming on anyway. I opened my eyes expecting to see the sperm come shooting out, but as my eyes opened the muscles in my groin pulsed one last time and relaxed, still there was a small white drop of cum that appeared at the opening. I was cumming no doubt, one last stroke and I'd not have been able to stop the whole load from gushing out. Elaine, seeing the white cum, reached out her hand and with a finger tip picked the tiny drop up and put her whole finger into her mouth, tasting the thick fluid of my heat. Again looking me in the eyes, she spread my cum around on her lips by lightly running her tongue over their perfect pink surface and then with another flick, licked it off. The look of pure hot lust filled her eyes, as she moaned, again sucking her finger. She was still reclining on the bed. She then lowered her hands to the waist band of the soaking black panties, pushed one hand under the waist band, raised her tush up from the bed and pushed the panties down. Lowering her ass back to the bed she next lifted her knees and slipped the panties off her feet. I knew she was teasing me then, because she did not lower her legs back to the bed. She did all of this quickly enough that I really did not even see her pussy. When she lay still she pulled her knees up to her chest, her feet and ankles directly over her gash obscuring her pussy from my sight. Slowly she slid her left hand down the side of her calves to slide between her buttocks and ankles. I could not see her fingers or her pussy, but what I could not see, I could imagine. I could see from her face that she was doing a little masturbating of her own. Her head rolled back slightly, and her mouth opened and a moan escaped from her; a long, slow, deep moan. Even with her knees against her chest I could see the rolling action produced as the muscles of her stomach contracted and relaxed. She was still in a position where I could not see what she was doing to herself with her fingers. Her right arm was looped up over the top of her knees keeping them to her chest, while her left hand was slipped between her ankles and her buttocks. She was an extremely limber lady, probably from all the exercises that dancers do, because her knees were tight to her chest and her ankles almost against her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes and began to make little mewing sounds, I could tell she would achieve orgasm soon also. I got the picture then. We were testing each other to see if we would allow each other to masturbation to orgasm. I knew then if I allowed her to get off that it was going to end then. If she came, by herself, she would get up off the bed, put her clothes back on and show me to the door, probably with that same coy little smile that she gave me in the disco. I could feel myself getting mad at the thought of not fucking her. I had to fuck her, I could not let her do this to herself. I wanted to jump on her and fuck her. I had a picture of me raping her in my mind. I wanted to fuck the living shit out of this lady, I wanted to fuck her so hard that she would not be able to, nor would she ever want to do this to herself. All of these thoughts went through my mind in a flash, it so shocked me that I was thinking about rape that Pete sagged for just an instant. Suddenly I was totally conscious again of the heat, the smell, the taste, and I wanted it. I wanted it more than ever before, but I didn't want it to be brutal rape either. I wanted to give this woman something that she would cherish, something that would make her want me even more. I did the same thing she had done to me, I reached out and touched her left hand. Her eyes opened just a fraction, they were glazed over in pure lust, almost glassy. Not the beautiful eyes I'd looked into before, even more beautiful, a beauty of the soul open for inspection. I looked deeply into her soul at that instant and I saw something, something I'd never seen before. I saw a different life for me, I saw this woman in my bed every night. I saw a dangerous thing lurking there. I saw the rest of my life vanish, it didn't matter. I saw me. I saw a person that was different than anything I'd been in the past. I was shocked again. Yet I was powerless to stop me from doing what I did next. Her self gratification strokes had become deeper, I knew this because I could hear the wet noises made as she drove her fingers into her self. I had to stop her, just as she stopped me. I grasped the wrist of her left hand and tried to pull her hand away, but she was strong, she resisted me, I put more strength into my grasp, slowly I pulled her away from herself. Her hand, her entire arm for that matter kept jerking and making the same motions she had made when feeling herself. I spoke quietly, saying "Elaine, No, Elaine, stop now." She moaned back, "Oh please don't stop me, I am almost there, I need it." I said, "Elaine not like this, OK." Her arm began to relax just a little. At that time I noticed that she was breathing in little gasping, short breaths. She relaxed, allowing her legs to drop on the bed, straight out, slightly spread. I was still holding her left hand, it was all covered with a glistening sheen of lubrication. As her legs dropped to the bed, her right hand came up to her face to brush her hair out of her eyes and mouth. I was watching her face. I continued to hold her hand for a second, letting her come down from the heights, watching her breathing return to normal, watching the redness of her cheeks dissipate just a little, watching her tongue as it came out to wet her dry lips. I asked myself how could she masturbate to orgasm all rolled up in a ball like that, I was amazed at her physical abilities. Her eyes were open, but still glazed in the on-set of orgasm. Slowly I let my eyes travel down her body, looking at the black bra that she still had on, and then the garter belt and white hose. I noticed then that she was almost hairless on her mons veneris. I suspected that she kept it clean that way to avoid having those few stray hairs peaking out from under her leotards when she taught dance class, but I did not want to ask. She was perfect, the hour glass shape of a woman, there is nothing more exciting to a man. She had a fine, trim waist, her stomach so flat and taut that her navel was actually pulled into a slightly elongated shape, not a sign of a stretch mark that many women get from child bearing. I let her lay for a few minutes, two or three. She had her eyes closed and I noticed just a single tear began to escape from the tightly closed lids. I was confused then. I held her hand, now getting cool because of her wetness on it, it was kind of sticky and uncomfortable for me to hold, but I held it anyway. Pete was totally out of it now, I could feel him dropping like a rock. Not wanting to let her see that I was no longer sexually excited I turned kind of sideways and sat down on the bed, placing my left leg on the bed in kind of hooked fashion. I was touching her, and she kind of scooted sideways, moving toward the center of the bed, leaving me a little more room. She began to whimper, a little crying, a couple more tears escaping from her tightly closed eye lids. I was scared as hell then. I held her hand and watched her face. Finally she opened her eyes, looked at me with a very hard glare, trying to wipe the tears away with her forearm and said, "You son-of-a-bitch, I didn't want you to stop me. I wanted to get this over and get you out of my fucked up life. I don't need this, goddamn it." I kind of laughed. I don't know what came over me, but I just after the laugh, I got real quite and just looked at her with what I felt was a soft understanding expression. She responded by jerking her wet hand out of mine. She almost screamed, "Get the fuck out of here, I want you to leave right now. I don't want to fuck you, I don't want to fuck anyone." I watched her and didn't say anything for a second. I expected her to jump up from the bed, but she didn't, she laid there with her right forearm shielding her eyes. I knew right then that this was the act, the act that every woman puts up. She wanted to fuck me as bad as any woman wants to be fucked, but her inhibitions were going to come through no matter what either of us wanted. In our culture, sex is bad, at least we raise all our little pure women to believe that. It makes no difference that women have the same raging monster inside of them that man has inside of him, the monster that wants sex just as bad as a man. Their Momma's teach them that to fuck is bad, fucking is an animal thing, little girls are not animals. I also knew that if I let this pass that I could do what ever came natural. I just could not appear hesitant. In a couple of minutes the monster inside of me would come out, it would say don't do this over and over in my mind, then it would release me and the animal would come back out in me. I knew then I could do it, if I had the courage. I could fuck her, I wanted to fuck her, Pete felt my thoughts too and twitched at me. Men are as inhibited as are women when it comes to sex. Not very many people know and understand this. It takes a brave, or very stupid man, to think that he can just hop into bed with a women, especially a real woman, like the one on the bed with me that night and walk out without a scratch. Sure a man can pay for sex, cash for cum, the age old profession. It is different, at least if it ends there, one time and it is over, everybody walks away with a smile on their face and more or less jingle in their pockets. But you better believe me when I say that even prostitutes are women. They may be hardened to the point that sex is on a cash basis, but there are ways around that too. Only when a woman does sex for the pure aspect of getting the money, or has a reason inside of her that is beyond rationalization, can she do the sex thing over and over again with the same man without getting caught in the trap. We are all human. When sex happens between two people it leaves a set of scars that are always there to see, always! I waited. She waited. I looked at her and caught her looking at me, she had her eyes closed, but was peaking out from under the lids of her eyes. I could see the monster coming back, the flush was back on the whiteness of her chest. It was time to turn up the heat or get out of the kitchen. I did not hesitate. I rolled forward and kind of eased myself onto my back, laying on the bed beside her. I placed my arms over her and pulled her to me. The electricity was instantly back when our skin came into contact with each other and I felt her snuggling into me. She was getting inside of me as surely as I would soon be inside of her. My penis was again hard as nails and pressing hard into the flatness of her stomach. She moaned and relaxed. Hot fucking would soon happen, we both accepted it. The scars were in place. I slowly lowered by face to her lips and began to kiss her. Probing with my tongue, her lips opened to accept mine, and she quickly sucked my tongue, hard little, desperate sucks. I wanted to feel those same sucking actions on my heated steel. I caressed her rib cage from the bra straps to her waist with slight flicking strokes of my finger tips, she responded by thrusting her pelvic bone into my penis so hard that I gasped from the pressure and pain. She never even noticed. I trailed my hand across her stomach, sliding my finger tips under the bottom of the bra, lifting the wire reenforcements under each cup, up off her skin, I lightly brushed the skin under the wire. I knew that the skin under the wire is a point of sensuous contact, the relief of having the blood flow restored creates an area of heightened sensation. Chill bumps appeared on her belly and she again lunged into me with her pussy. I rolled her sideways just enough to get one hand behind her and undid the bra snaps with a twist of my fingers. She helped me get rid of the bra, grabbing it and flinging it away from the bed. I kissed her neck, and began to move down toward the nipples of her breast. I did not immediately suck on her nipples, it would have been to hard, to quick, instead I kissed the soft flesh near the wide brown platters her areole, sucking small mouthfuls. The stretching action of her skin transmitting my kisses to the nipples. I kissed and sucked on her breasts, she was lunging against me with each sucking kiss. I intentionally made noise as I released the skin of her tits from my mouth. The sounds added to the rising heat between us. I raised my mouth to her nipples and began a fast little flicking action with my tongue, and then with a quick suck pulled the nipple all the way into my mouth. Not hard sucking, but slow wet sucking, hot saliva from my mouth being applied in a gentle kissing suck. Her nipple was all bunched up in a hard knot, the muscles contracted to cause the nipple to extend almost an inch. My sucking caused it to extend even more. She was moaning deeply in her throat and pushing the mass of her breast into my face. I slid my hand up and very gently rolled the other nipple between my thumb and finger, it rose in a hard peak right along with the one that I sucked. Still rolling the nipple, I quickly moved my mouth over to it, giving it some of the same treatment and wetting it with saliva. She held me tightly against her during all of this, moaning and responding, chill bumps and spastic contractions coursing through her. She was naked except for the hose and garter belt and I needed to get rid of my underwear. Still kissing her breasts I slid my left hand down and under the waist band of my shorts, pushing them down. I raised my ass off the bed and pushed them all the way down to my knees. My erection was not helping me get the underwear off, but with a little hard pushing I managed to get the waist band to slide over my penis. It hurt the tender flesh of the head of my penis a little but I did not care. I tossed the underwear away, not paying any attention to where they went. I was totally naked now. Elaine began to kind of rub against me, again the skin contact, my body hair stimulating her entire body. Skin to skin contact is one of the most wonderful sensations in the world. Elaine was taking as much of it as she could get, raising her leg up the inside of mine, the course hair being smoothed back by the feeling of silky flesh. It was deliciously wonderful and I responded by moaning. Elaine began to slide her hands over the skin of my chest, those long fingers perking and tweaking the surface, brought more moans from me and chill bumps course down the front of my legs. Elaine could feel them with her leg against mine and began to rub her leg to me even harder. I wanted very much to taste this woman, I wanted to insert my tongue deep into her vagina and taste the flow of fluid from her body. I also knew that this was the first time that I had been with her. I didn't not want to do something she would not enjoy. Some women do not get that much pleasure from oral sex. I personally think that there is a lot said about oral sex that is just not true. Putting the old hard pole into the hole is still by far the greatest sensation in the world. I think oral sex can contribute to improvements in sex between two people that have been lovers for a long time, mainly because it adds to the length of foreplay. But with Elaine that night I didn't need any extra foreplay and neither did she. We were as excited as we could possibly be. Over stimulation is as bad as not enough. The nerve centers of the body get to the point that they are saturated, to continue foreplay beyond that will only result in less heat during actual intercourse, not more. I could see that Elaine wanted to fuck, and she wanted to do it now. I rolled on top of her and she spread her legs, it was clearly time. There was no hesitation on my part and none on hers. I held my weight up off her at arms length, only my penis touched her. She rolled her hips forward to meet the head of my penis, I needed no help. She was as wet as she could possibly be. When my penis touched the opening of her vagina it was almost like being sucked into her. I did not let her push me all the way in, only the head of throbbing penis entered her. I pushed in and then pulled out, just to the point that the glans was stretching her. It is my personal experience that it is the initial penetration that feels the best of all subsequent thrusting and I wanted this to be the best. Besides it feels great when the muscle at the opening of the vagina clamps down hard on the head of my penis, especially when the pussy is as wet as Elaine was. I then push just the head of my penis in and then pull it out with a quick motion. I was very intent on Elaine enjoying this hot fuck as much as I was enjoying it. From my arms length position I was watching her face, she was flushed a beautiful pink, and kind of splotchy in places. I had read somewhere that some women flush like that, but had never seen it until that night. Elaine was in a world of her own. She lifted her knees up beside me, placing her hands in the crook between her knees and pulled her self wide open. I continued just pushing the head of my stiffness into her, still only touching her with my penis. I did this maybe 15 or 20 times, pushing in, then quickly pulling out. Finally with slow steady pressure I pushed all the way in, allowing my pelvic bone to rock solidly into her. I scored a direct hit on her clit and she gave a loud moan, and said, "Oh, my god, I have never felt sex like this." I knew exactly how she felt, it was absolutely wonderful. At that point I lowered my upper body on top of her, pressing her down into the bed. She wrapped her arms around my back, while still holding her knees up. I began to ram it to her, hard strokes, full penetration. Fast at first then slowing down to let her catch up with me. I would stop fucking her, and she would start fucking me. Orgasm was mind shattering. I came first, my cum being pumped into her in blast after blast. Muscles contracted and I held her, then rocked back and forth to get the next gushing flow. She was there with me. I am a quite person when I come, but Elaine was not. She started moaning then, started yelling, "I am there, oh, you got me there, you son-of-a-bitch" She repeated this line over and over. I was kind of set back by all the cursing, but the orgasm she was having was all consuming. Her lubrication was so strong that I felt my cum being flushed out of her, or at least there was so much wetness that we were both soaked by it. As the orgasm subsided we held each other, close and warm. We both knew that this could not continue, but it had been so good for the both of us that neither of us wanted it to end. I love to lay and hold my woman after we have had sex and I held her. We cuddled for a few minutes, made a little small talk about what we had just done and wondered in amazement that we had both had such intense orgasms. She noticed that my cock did not go down, and it didn't go down for the rest of the night. I don't know why that happened. I do know that she is the only woman that I have ever made love to that immediately after ejaculation my cock did not just turned into a prune. I felt wonderful with her, I had no regrets and neither did she, it was clear to both of us, that we could do this again and again and it would only get better each time. Epilog Obviously Elaine and I had sex again that weekend. We had sex every chance we got. We had sex again in her room on Saturday night. Then again on Sunday afternoon during the finale performance by all the girls. The Sunday session had to be the fastest fuck I have ever had. I met her in the pavilion where all the awards were being given and we fucked, and that is the right word, with her it was fucking, but it was the most fabulous fucking in the world. We did it in desperation and as a finale to a great weekend. We moaned and shouted for all to hear, orgasm of the max, in the girls dressing room behind a screen. I am very surprised we did not get caught, but we didn't. I never saw her again. For awhile we tried to have a thing, we talked on the phone several times, but we never even managed a short meeting for coffee. In 1993 Elaine's daughter was killed by a drunk driver. She was a cheerleader for the University of Missouri. Since then I have not heard from Elaine. I hope she is happy and safe, and having a great life. I will never get over the scars of that weekend. I still have to think about her to have sex, any sex at all. Everyone has an imagination, mine is the only thing that keeps me going. In closing, I would like to say to Elaine, where ever she is, "I love you, Elaine." I always will, for the rest of my life, you are in my heart, mind and soul. We met, we parted. Adultery is Hell!