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

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			      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!