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WARNING!! SEXUALLY EXPLICIT!!  NOT INTENDED FOR VIEWING BY INDIVIDUALS UNDER 18
YEARS OF AGE!!


Lori was the best.  For two years while I was a soldier in Germany, she was my
lover, my friend, my life.  Before we broke up, we taught each other about who
we were: emotionally, spiritually and sexually.  I have never met another woman
who could make me feel the way she did.  We were engaged almost from the
beginning, and I will always miss her.

Sex with her wasn't just a physical thing.  For us, it was as much an
expression of our love as it was an expression of our needs.  It was
spontaneous and perfect, and we denied each other nothing.  We would make love
almost anywhere, at any time:  the bathroom of her friend's hospital room, the
parking lot of a paper factory, or her parents' living room, while they were
just one door away, in their bedroom.  We didn't care.  It was as much the
danger of being caught as it was our love for each other's touch that ignited
our passion.

One such place was the local schwimbad (swimming complex).  We brought a
basket of food and drink with us, and settled in for what was supposed to be a
pleasant, relaxing afternoon.  We swam around, splashed each other a lot and
generally goofed off.  After about an hour in the pool, we decided to go into
the Jacuzzi, which was large enough to fit about twenty people comfortably.  It
was boxed off from the rest of the complex by some very steamy windows.

Normally, the hei‹ebad (hot bath) is full of elderly people out for their
daily exercise, and that day was no exception.  One couple was sitting across
from us, holding hands (a rare thing to see in Germany, as the Germans don't
usually display affection in public).  Lori said that she was looking forward
to the day, fifty years from then, that we would be like that couple, still
holding hands.  I agreed, saying that kissing and hugging at that time would be
nice, too.  She responded by slipping her hand inside my swimsuit and
whispering hotly into my ear, "This, too."

I looked at her, alarmed that she would do this in such a public setting. 
Sure, the bubbles from the jets were hiding anything under the surface, but we
had never done anything in front of other people before.  She maneuvered us
around so that we were facing each other, neck deep in the hot water, and
pulled the front of my trunks down.  Her hands stroking my cock to erection
felt so good that I barely noticed most of the other people leaving, until only
one woman was left.  I decided two could play at Lori's game, so I reached out
and cupped my hand on her pubic mound, taking her by surprise.  Her eyes
widened, and she told me she wished the woman would leave so she could fuck me
right there.

I don't know if the woman understood English, or if she read our minds, or if
she just had something better to do, but she got up and left right after Lori
said that.  As soon as the door closed, Lori was right on top of me, kissing me
hard and pushing me down onto the seat under the water.  Since my suit was
already down around my knees, all she did was pull her bikini bottoms to the
side and slide right down on me.  Biting my shoulder so as not to cry out loud,
she rode me for only a minute or so before her orgasm took her by storm.  My
own orgasm was triggered by hers, and I shot deep inside her.

I only realized how hard Lori had bitten me when she raised her head from my
shoulder and I felt blood stream down my back.  She noticed me trying to look,
and covered her mouth with both hands.  She mumbled, "Oh, my god, I'm sorry,"
and grabbed one of our towels from next to the Jacuzzi.  In answer to her look
of concern, I told her I was alright, and asked her to wipe it off my back. 
Our swimsuits in place, and the towel draped over my injured shoulder, we went
hand-in- hand to the dressing room to get me a bandage.

With my newly-dressed wound, we went upstairs to the tanning area.  Lori
wanted a tan, but I didn't, so (this being Germany) she took off her top, laid
down on her stomach and closed her eyes.  We had the community tanning area to
ourselves, so I took out our drinks -- a cooler for her, and a beer for me --
and started reading out loud to her from my surprise gift for the day: a copy
of Penthouse Variations.  When she heard what I was reading, she raised an
eyebrow in my direction and half-smiled.

About halfway through the second letter, she turned over.  I could tell she
was getting turned on, because her nipples were rock hard and distended, and
her bikini bottoms were slightly damp again.  My own arousal was obvious to
anyone who might have been upstairs to look, and when I got to the end of the
third letter, I looked at Lori, only to see her licking her lips and eyeing the
sizeable bulge in my trunks.  She closed her eyes again, and I couldn't take it
any more.  I leaned over and took one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue
around it.  At first contact, she let out a loud moan.  I moved to her other
breast, tracing circles around it with my tongue, each pass getting closer and
closer to that nipple.  I had never seen it stick out so far, and this got me
even hotter than I already was.  I happened to glance downward, and saw her
hand inside her bikini bottoms, moving around slowly.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I quickly sat up and pulled her hand out of
her bottoms.  I picked up our things and led the way into one of the private
tanning booths.  This was the kind with the bed of full-body fluorescent
lights.  I turned it on, so nobody would wonder what we were doing in the booth
if not tanning.  As I did that, Lori closed and locked the door.  She walked
slowly over to me and, kneeling, kissed my cock through my suit.  Just that
simple amount of pressure brought a gasp to my mouth, and I clamped it shut so
that no one would hear any other obvious sounds of pleasure.  Using her teeth
and looking up at me, she pulled my trunks down around my knees.  Taking me in
her mouth, she proceeded to give me one of her mind-bending blowjobs.

I have never met a woman who can suck me as well as Lori could.  Giving head
really got her horny, and she sometimes became wet just thinking about it.  She
would never give me the same kind of blowjob twice in a row, and she loved the
taste of my cum.  Sometimes she would just want to suck me, and she could have
an orgasm doing that.

That day's was the first time she did it without using her hands.  That's
probably because her hands were otherwise occupied with her tits and pussy at
the time.  She would let me out of her mouth and just use her tongue, and then
she would take my cock all the way down her throat, until there was no more to
take, but always with just her mouth.  She could also tell when to stop, to
prolong her pleasure by prolonging mine, bringing me to the brink and then
slowing down.

She did this for about 15 minutes that day, and my legs were beginning to get
shaky.  Finally, when I didn't think I could take any more, Lori began to
breathe hard through her nose.  She let go of the nipple she had been playing
with, and started pumping my shaft with long strokes.  That's all it took. 
Gallons of sperm seemed to draw up out of my toes, through my legs and out the
head of my penis.  She turned her face up towards me so I could see the cum go
into her mouth, and then closed her mouth again so she could swallow.  There
was so much, I was afraid she would choke.  But she didn't; didn't choke,
didn't gag, didn't cough.  I could see her body convulsing as she had her own
orgasm, and she collapsed on the floor, one hand still in her bikini bottoms.

Laying down next to her, I took Lori into my arms.  We stayed like that for
about ten minutes, until I felt her hand slowly creeping towards my soft penis.

"Is there still some life here?" she asked.  I told her I figured I could coax
the little fella into cooperatin' with us.

"Good," she said," æcause I want him inside me again."

With her hand and mouth helping him along, my little fella became a big fella
again.  Lori laid down on the floor, and I got on top of her.  She guided me
inside, and I started sliding slowly in and out of her.  Even though she was
still wet from her orgasm a few minutes earlier, she was nice and tight, too. 
As always, the inside of her pussy felt as warm as fire, strong as a vise, but
soft as a feather.  Apparently, Lori didn't want it slow and tender, because
she put her arms around me and began scratching my back, something she only did
when she wanted to screw hard and fast.  This wasn't love-making; this was
fucking.

Lori usually got pretty loud when we had sex this way, so she grabbed a towel
and stuck it in her mouth.  I could hear muffled cries coming from behind that
towel, and it spurred me on.  As my cock pushed deep inside her, I could barely
make out words like "yes", "hard", "don't stop", and "more".  I could tell she
was getting close already, so I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and went a
little faster.  This made her bite down hard on the towel and scream, and she
grabbed my arms.  Finally, she held her breath, screwed her face up tight and
dug her nails deep into my skin.

When she fell apart under me and unclenched her fists, I felt the pain in  my
arms.  "Ow!" I exclaimed, pushing into her one last time, as a joking
punishment.  "Oh, yes," she said," please don't stop.  Keep going."  And I did
just that.  If it were possible to go even faster, I believe I did.  I moved
her left leg over on top of the right one, so she was laying on her side, and,
spreading my knees, fucked Lori that way.  She immediately began shaking again,
moaning and trying to whimper with her mouth closed.  I felt my orgasm creeping
up, and, wanting to cum with her this time, kept things at my own pace.

I couldn't hold back any more, so I licked my left thumb and reached around to
play with Lori's clit.  That did the trick, and she began bucking her hips back
and forth.  When I spilled my hot seed inside her, her pussy tightened up,
almost pushing me out.  I pushed it in, to make sure it stayed, and after a few
seconds, she collapsed.  Neither one of us had the energy to move for some time
afterwards, and by the time we did leave, we had spent about an hour in the
booth.

Finally, we got up, got our stuff together, and left.  She took me back to the
barracks, and drove home.

Late that night, I called Lori, and told her I couldn't sleep.  She asked me
what was wrong.

"Remember the schwimbad today?"

"I won't ever forget the schwimbad," she said warmly.

"Neither will I," I replied painfully.  "But next time, let's cut your nails
and shut off the sun lamp.  My back and arms are killing me."



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