____________________________
| |
/)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\
/ )| DIRECTORIES |( \
__( (|____________________________|) )__
((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / )))
(\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///)
\ / \ /
\ _/ \_ /
/ / \ \
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o
o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. o
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Same Time Next Year - 2 (MF, affair)
by Alan A. (anon address)
**
Today will be the fifth time that Cinda and I have met for a
love tryst in Richmond. It has been five years since that first
tentative agreement that the two of us have renewed every year
since. My commuter jet flight lasts just over an hour and is
scheduled to arrive at the Richmond Airport in less than thirty
minutes at 1022 am EST. This year, Cinda and I are forsaking our
beloved downtown Richmond Holiday Inn and driving over to the
coast where we will spend the night. I'm flying back to Raleigh
late tomorrow afternoon.
I've told Ann that it is a business trip. Has she wondered
about the annual "business trip" to Richmond? She has never
asked.
Even though we work in different States - Cinda in Richmond,
Virginia, and me in Raleigh, North Carolina - our friendship has
still remained very strong, . We have very little, if any,
contact during the year since we work for different divisions of
the company. There is an excitement and an adventure to our
annual reunions that is hard to explain. Both of us use the
opportunity to keep up with each other's lives as well as to have
hot sex.
I know that it seems strange to share very little with
another person except sex once a year. It probably would never
had started if Cinda and I had not become such close friends on a
professional level for so many years previously. Our impulsive
decision to take our relationship to a more intimate level five
years ago surprised us both. Looking back on that decision, we
both seem to have been making choices in our personal life and
on the job that feel good to us without harming others.
Cinda has been divorced for three years now and has not
re-married. She says it is hard for a 41 year old woman to meet
someone, and she isn't sure she wants to marry again anyway.
Cinda has promoted from the clerical ranks and is working as a
"marketing associate'. She tells me that she loves the work -
and the money - although she has to put up with overnight travel
occasionally. Her daughter, Julie, is now 13, and Cinda is
closer to her than ever. The two of them do a lot together and
have truly become best friends. Julie is almost as tall as Cinda
now, and they often share clothes. Cinda always has her most
recent snapshots of Julie with her. I've never actually met
Julie because it didn't seem right to start a relationship with
her. However, I feel as if I know her very well.
I'm 56 now and looking toward retirement in a few years. I
don't think I'll retire altogether - just work less. I enjoy the
research and development aspect of my work and will probably
continue to do some of it for several years - but just two or
three days a week if the company will let me. My own family has
also grown and changed. My wife and I are still close, although
sex is much less frequent. Maybe that is normal for a couple
married for 32 years. I ask myself if my annual fling with Cinda
has dampened the romance in my marriage to Ann, and I don't know
the answer. I'm still attracted to Ann and excited by her - just
not as often. I can't imagine not being married to her. Both of
our sons are adults living with their own families. One lives in
North Carolina near us, and the other lives in Boston.
The previous four "special lunches" have all had their own
individual personality. On the first one, Cinda and I were
awkward and shy and fumbled with each other's clothing. We had
not ever been naked with one another, and we desperately did not
want to disappoint our new sex partner. Neither one wanted to
turn on the lights, but the dim hotel room light allowed us to
give each other's bodies a pretty close inspection. We were
definitely not disappointed. Having sex together the first time
was a thrillingly different and risky thing to do, and the
excitement propelled Cinda and me into the first agreement.
I was the one who had reserved a room for our second
meeting. I checked into #1827 at 1230 pm, a half hour before our
1 pm meeting time. I waited nervously in the room because I was
afraid that Cinda would change her mind and not come - even
though she had sounded so eager just a few days earlier on the
phone. When she knocked on the door and then jumped into my
arms, I was ecstatic. Cinda said that she had also been afraid
that something would happen that would prevent us from getting
together. That was the year we first performed oral sex. I
discovered to my great pleasure that Cinda was very talented in
that skill, and we spent a noisy and fun afternoon. The sex was
unbelievably good, but the two of us also enjoyed being together
again after such a long separation. Cinda and I also realized
for the first time that our meetings were so wonderful that we
wanted them to continue.
The third year, Cinda brought along massage oil and a couple
of candles. She gave me an erotic massage and then asked me to
do the same for her. I had never been masturbated by another
person before, and the sight of her stroking my erect cock in the
candlelight was a real turn-on. Cinda would bring me so very
close to orgasm and then squeeze my testicles to trap the
semen. When I finally ejaculated, I thought the top of my head
would come off. Cinda said that she learned how to do this in a
massage therapy certificate program she took just after she
graduated from high school many years ago. I had no massage
therapy training, but I used the opportunity to explore every
inch of Cinda's body until I was intoxicated with it. The
massage oil made her nipples gleam, and she almost had an orgasm
from having them rubbed with oil. While her body still quivered
with sensation from her sensitive nipples, I kissed her and eased
two fingers into her vagina. That was the year when she let me
masturbate her for the first time. It took a few minutes and
some coaching from Cinda for her to cum, but the feel of her
spasms beneath my fingers was beautiful. We had kind of a sexual
marathon all afternoon and into the evening with room service to
rebuild our stamina. Cinda was insatiable, and I had four
orgasms - another first for me!
Last year's meeting was rather hurried and disappointing.
The downtown Holiday Inn was becoming too confining, and Cinda
could only stay a couple of hours that year. It was our fourth
"special lunch", and we undressed in front of one another like
practiced lovers with no shyness and got in bed. While I ran my
hands over Cinda's familiar large nipples and kissed her lips, my
hand found her hairy crotch. She opened her legs for me and
fondled my penis as she returned my kiss. She pulled me into her
vagina almost immediately, but last year our physical intimacy
seemed to somehow trigger a psychological intimacy. We spent
most of our time together lying on our sides facing one another
with genitals joined and . . . . talking together. We talked
about kids, and work, and her recent promotion, and everything.
I caressed her muscular ass cheeks and upper thighs and moved my
cock in her just enough to maintain a partial erection. Just
before Cinda had to leave, she started to move with me, and we
both managed to have small orgasms. We agreed to meet at the
same time next year, but at a different place where we had more
time and more freedom. A place by the ocean will be nice this
year.
I'm startled out my reverie as I feel the plane's wheels
touch down.
-----
Cinda picks me up outside the baggage claim area in a Ford
Thunderbird rental car. Nice car, but I hear they are going to
stop making them next year. I'm so excited at seeing her again
that my armpits are dripping wet. The muggy morning air in
Richmond isn't causing this sweat. Cinda's presence is. I can
feel the electricity in the car as soon as I get in on the
passenger side. I stare at her. Cinda has the same petite
beauty and is wearing shorts and a knit tank top - no bra
although the little bumps that her nipples make in the soft
cotton material are barely noticeable. Maybe she has a few more
gray hairs at the temples. My imagination, immediately and
involuntarily, jumps to a question about her pubic hair. I lean
toward her, and we kiss - chastely almost like brother and
sister. There will be much more passion later.
"Got your business suit on, huh lover?' she grins evilly.
"You look very official. Why don't you get out of that thing and
get comfortable?"
"Find a friendly gas station, and I will," I reply.
Cinda pulls away from the airport's passenger loading zone
and tells me, "The next day and a half is going to be just
wonderful, Tom. I'm thrilled to be seeing you again."
"Me too, honey. It's been a long year, and our meeting last
year was nice but kind of rushed. I'm glad we have more time
this year."
"I am going to make it up to you for last year, Tom. I have
the whole rest of the week off. How long can you stay?"
"I don't have to fly back until late tomorrow afternoon.
That gives us a day and a half together. It will be great to
relax with you again for a while without always looking at our
watches. Where are we staying?"
"I've rented an old two bedroom, two story house right on
the Ocean Highway in Virginia Beach. Only about an hour's drive
from here. It's an old frame house that is just across the
highway from the surf and sand. Although the Atlantic doesn't
have much surf, I guess. It's a little early for tourist season,
and we should have the place pretty much to ourselves."
"Sounds fantastic!" I enthuse as I lay my hand on her bare
thigh. "Now find me someplace where I can shed this monkey suit.
That Denny's over there looks ok." Cinda makes a left and
pulls into the Denny's parking lot. I rummage in my travel bag
for some shorts and sandals, and the two us go into the
restaurant for a late breakfast.
Later, as we drive southeast toward the ocean and Virginia
Beach, we catch up on each other's news. Cinda is up for another
big promotion and thinks that she has it locked up. She has been
going great guns as a marketing associate, and top management has
noticed her. In her new job, she will be an "executive" for the
company's larger accounts. With incentives and commissions,
Cinda's pay could easily double. She's obviously thrilled as she
tells me about her success. Julie is now in highschool and is
more on her own, although she and Cinda still do a lot of things
together and are still very close friends. There is no lover in
Cinda's life at this time - not even an occasional 'date'. She
blushes and tells me that she is pretty horny.
I tell Cinda that I envy her close relationship with her
daughter. Ann and I have an 'empty nest' now after all these
years, and the two of us kind of rattle around in our big house.
Cinda can't believe that I'm already talking about retirement -
says it makes her feel old. I tell her that I may be a bit older
but that I'm as horny as she is, and I'm looking forward to some
more 'firsts'.
-----
The old frame house that Cinda has rented has some new paint
and looks very attractive as we stand in front of it in the cool,
damp marine air. I'm anxious to get to the bed, and so is Cinda.
We leave a trail of clothing all the way up the stairs to the
bedrooms - our shorts, my sandals and shirt, her tennies, bra,
and bikini panties. In minutes, our bags are forgotten, and we
are both naked and breathless and laughing in the master bedroom.
I notice no gray hairs on Cinda's pubic mound as she grabs my
erect cock and pulls me down on top of her on the bed.
Neither of us wants to wait or go slow, and we each greedily
take our pleasure from the other with little foreplay. I explore
Cinda's body as she explores mine. It's been a year, and we
haven't changed much, but every body part seems new and fresh to
us. I hug Cinda with one arm and run my other hand over her
breasts and large nipples, and then down to her bubble butt
with so many muscles, and then around in front to her hairy
cleft. She's trimmed her bush a little bit - probably for a
bathing suit. Her labia are already wet and ready for me. I
insert the tip of my middle finger between her outer lips.
Cinda's hands are as busy as mine, and as she pushes her
tongue into my mouth, she grabs hold of my cock with both hands
and guides me to her hot, wet center core. As I begin to sink
into her vagina, her legs spread wide, and her heels hook
themselves comfortably behind my knees. "Let's do it now, Tom.
I don't want to wait."
Her hands on my ass urge me to plunge my cock all the way
into her hairy cunt in one stroke. Cinda grunts and then
squeezes my hips between her firm thighs and my cock with her
vaginal muscles. Her vise-like grip is so strong that my cock
feels caught in a delicious trap. Soon we are both moving
against each other and then with each other. Cinda rubs her clit
and labia with the fingers of one hand while I stroke smoothly in
and out of her juicy cunt. She is lubricating so much that we
both hear squishing noises, and the sound inflames us even more.
"Unh-hunh! . . . unh-hunh! . . . . unh-hunh! . . . unh-hunh!
. . . ," Cinda grunts in her familiar loud rhythm as she works
her lower body up against my groin in a twisting motion, and as I
move with her. Her grunts become louder and louder. This time,
there is no one in the next room to worry about.
"Come on, baby. Come for me. I love it when you come," I
chant in her ear. Cinda gives me no sign that she hears me. She
is oblivious to everything except her pleasure. Her crotch moves
more demandingly under me and alternately grasps my cock in her
strong, soft grip and then lets go in complete readiness for my
next downstroke.
God, she is getting loud! "Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Unh! . . .
Unh! . . . Uuunnnnnnnhhhhhh! That's it! Here it is, Tom!! It's
coming. Now! Now! Nooowwwww!!!!" Cinda's hips spasm several
times in succession, and her one hand clasps my butt cheek like a
claw while her other hand continues to stroke her super tender
clit in slower and slower motions.
Cinda lets out a big, satisfied sigh of exhausted pleasure,
and her sweaty body goes limp under me. "That was the best, Tom!
Oh, it was so good!" she chuckles in my ear. "It has been so
long." I kiss her deeply, and she sighs again into my open mouth
even while she kisses me back.
I start to move again slowly - trying to keep my slow
cock-strokes away from her tender clit. Now, it's my turn. In
and out of her slick, hot channel. The head of my cock is
already tingling with sensation from her passion. It is not
going to be long. Cinda can feel my urgency and wraps her arms
and legs around me again. "I'm awfully close, darling," I
whisper in her ear. "Just a few more deep strokes."
"I know, lover. Come on, do it!" Cinda urges. Then she
reaches between our bodies and gently but firmly cups my
testicles. "Come on, Tommy. Do it now. Do it for me now."
With her fingertips, she massages the skin between my ballsack
and my anus. With her voice, and the touch of her fingers, and
the exquisite sensations her cunt is producing on my cock - the
semen shoots out of me like a firehose jet.
"Jeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzz, that feels good!!" I shout. "Oh! .
. . oh! . . . oh! . . . oh!!!" I moan as my cock spurts again and
again deep inside Cinda. My orgasms with Ann are now rarely more
than a spurt and a dribble. The force of this orgasm with Cinda
is the most powerful since the one she gave me with her massage
in the candle light two years ago.
"That was a good one, huh lover?" Cinda hugs me hard.
"Good is hardly the word," I gasp breathlessly. My heart is
beating like a machine pistol. I can see how old guys get heart
attacks from this stuff. But what a great way to go! After a
few moments, my heavy breathing subsides, and I say, "I think
I've got an idea for something we can do in front of that
fireplace downstairs. Remember that massage a couple of years
ago?"
-----
That afternoon, Cinda and I dress in a few layers of
clothing to accommodate the changeable coastal climate. The
forecast calls for some summer fog to drift in during the
mid-afternoon. We go down to the beach and walk for an hour in a
southerly direction and then turn around. There is barely any
surf, but the air smells delightfully clean and fresh. We return
to the main drag in Virginia Beach and look in a few of the
shops. Cinda buys some musk scented massage oil and smiles at
me.
We eat seafood at Taliaferro's in the late afternoon and
share a bottle of wine. We stop at a nearby market on the way to
our new love nest. After picking up some more wine, a couple of
wax firelogs, and stuff for breakfast, we head back. The sun is
setting as we arrive at our old frame house which received us so
warmly. The goes down in the West but turns the Atlantic Ocean
spray mists and fog into a spectacular blanket of gold and purple
light over the surf. We go inside, pour ourselves a glass of wine, and
wander down on the sand to watch nature's gorgeous daily light show.
-----
The fireplace is old like the house - and sooty - but it
draws well when I light a few pieces of newspaper. So I take a
chance and light each end of one of the commercial firelogs.
They put out a little heat, require very little attention, and
make some pretty flames. I lean back against the couch to watch
the log catch, and Cinda comes and sits between my legs. Soon
she is leaning back against my chest. I can smell the salt air
in her chestnut curls. I nuzzle her ear with my nose and lips.
She puts her hand up and caresses my face.
"Are you ready for a massage?" she asks. I nod wordlessly.
"Well, get a blanket and a pillow for the floor and get
undressed. You are now in my very capable hands." Cinda looks
pleased and competent. I am excited and impatient for the
pleasure that I anticipate, and I am very quick to respond to her
commands. Within a few minutes, I return from upstairs with
blanket and pillow and without clothes. Cinda is coming our of
the kitchen and just starting to undress. I offer help with her
bra and panties. "Oh, my boy is so eager," she chuckles. "You
don't always move this quickly when I ask you to do things."
Then, I am naked and laying face down between her and the
fireplace. Cinda pours a small stream of scented oil on my back,
and I am surprised because it feels warm on my skin. "I zapped
it a little in the microwave while you went to get the blanket,"
Cinda says. "Is it too hot?"
"Feels very nice," I mutter into the pillow.
Cinda's hands move across my shoulders and down my back in a
comfortable rhythm. Cinda's hands and the fire combine with the
good food and wine and exercise, and I am getting sleepy.
Then Cinda pours a small stream of warm oil on my buttocks. I am
instantly alert. Her palms and fingers spread the oil over my
buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I can feel my penis
lengthening down between my legs in anticipation. 'The head of
my cock must be visible to Cinda,' I think. I spread my legs,
hoping to make my erection more accessible to her hands.
Another small stream of warm oil - this time it falls in my
asscrack, and it dribbles onto my anus. Cinda's fingers follow
it, spreading it around my asshole and then down the perineum to
my scrotum. My cock now feels like an iron bar bent beneath me
against the blanket. 'Oh, God! This is even better than the
massage Cinda gave me two years ago.' I say to myself. Then she
had only rubbed and squeezed my cock. Her hands massage the
insides of my thighs and then my testicles and back to my
asshole. With one hand cupping my balls, she allows one slippery
digit to penetrate my anus.
"Oh, Cinda, it feels so good. I love it," I gasp as my hips
and groin jerk and twist involuntarily. Cinda lays down on my
back with her face over my ass and her thighs straddling my
head. Her weight is nothing compared to my excitement. I kiss
the inside of one of her thighs.
"Can you feel my nipples on your back?" Cinda asks. "You
always say that they stick out so much."
"I can feel your body but not your nipples," I reply, using
my teeth and tongue on the inside of her thigh. "Maybe I can
feel them if you just touch my back with your nipples. Are they
hard?"
"Very hard. Feel that?" Cinda lifts up on her knees and
elbows, and I can definitely feel feather-light touches on my
lower back.
"Yes, I can feel your touch, but I'm not sure whether there
are two or one. Do it some more."
"Ooooooooo, they are getting sensitive," she pauses and rubs
herself. "The massage oil soothes them." Then Cinda lays on my
back again and continues rubbing my ass and genitals. Each time
she touches my asshole or scrotum, my body gives a little
convulsion from the pleasure. I can't help it.
"Ooooooooooo, what is this sticking way down between your
legs, Tommy?" she giggles. Cinda finally applies some massage
oil to my cock. I've been eagerly awaiting this touch. As her
hand rubs the sensitive underside near the head, my hips buck.
"Ohhhh, God! That's so good, Cinda! Don't stop."
Cinda ignores me and rubs oil into the skin of my erect
penis with both hands in long, firm strokes. "I'm getting
awfully close, honey," I groan under her hands. I can't hold it
too much longer. It feels too good when you rub me like that."
"Do you want to try another 'first', Tom?" Cinda whispers as
she slides her hands up and down the shaft of my cock, and around
the purple mushroom head, and back down the shaft.
"Yes, anything. Do you want me to cum yet?"
"Not just yet. I want you to cum in my ass," Cinda
whispers.
I'm shocked at her boldness and sensuality. I roll over
underneath her to look up into her face. "In your ass? Have you
ever done that? Won't it hurt you?" She smiles back at me as I
pull her down to my chest in an embrace.
"No, I haven't done it before, but then I've never been with
anyone that I wanted to try it with. You have a pretty cock, and
even though you're awfully big down there, I think I could take
just the head of your cock. Come on, let's do it."
'She's been planning on doing this,' I think to myself.
"I'm willing if you are," I say. "It will definitely be a
'first' for me."
We reverse positions, and I begin to spread massage oil
between Cinda's large firm ass cheeks. My cock was ready to
spurt just a moment ago, and I am in a hurry, but I am fascinated
- as always - by her butt and the backs of her legs. Cinda has
the best legs in the company. My thumbs delve into her ass
crack, and my fingers massage her buttocks. I press her tight
anal ring with one thumb, land it gives just a little but is
still tight. I try to keep the oil out of her vagina, but I
lather it liberally around her asshole.
"Put some oil inside me with your fingers, honey. I want it
to be plenty slippery. Put some more on your cock too."
Obediently, I press harder with my thumb, and I feel her anus
relax against me. My thumb slips in to the joint and then all
the way. When I withdraw my thumb, her anus is still slightly
open, and I dribble some oil into it. I insert my thumb again
and move it around in her rectum. The inside of her lower bowel
feels hot and more open than her vagina. The musk scent of the
massage oil masks her faint fecal odor.
"Now, put your cock in my ass - just the head," Cinda
directs me. I smear more oil on myself and press the tip of my
cock against her asshole. "Slowly and very gently," she mutters
into the pillow. The head just slips in. Cinda tenses her
buttocks around me. With all of the oil on us, I can move about
an inch in and out without any pressure on her.
"Now, squirt your stuff in me, darling," Cinda grunts. I'm
ready." She reaches between her legs for her clit. She begins
to masturbate herself.
I begin to stroke the shaft of my cock with my cockhead
buried in Cinda's asshole. On each stroke, my fingers run up
against her ass crack and her coarse genital hair. Cinda's back
and ass and legs are beautiful as she stretches herself out below
me. I drink in her beauty. I lean forward on one arm so that I
am directly over her and stroke myself faster and faster.
"Here it comes, Cinda darling. Now!" And jets of hot lava
stream out of me and into her open bowel. With one final spasm,
I withdraw and collapse beside Cinda. She is still moving her
hand against her pubic mound. She hasn't cum yet. Her eyes are
closed as she works for her satisfaction.
I get up and go into the kitchen and quickly wash my hands
and my cock, and then I return to Cinda in front of the fire.
She is still rubbing her crotch with her eyes closed, and her
fingers have her labia wide apart while her middle finger rubs up
and down along the sides of her clit. I kneel between her legs
and bend down and kiss her hand as it strokes her cunt
rhythmically.
"I'm close, Tommy. Don't stop me," Cinda grunts with
concentration."
"Let me help," I say, and I kiss her hairy outer lips and
then run my tongue inside her slit. Cinda rolls on one hip so
that I can rest my head on her thigh as I lick her hand and her
cunt at the same time. Her fingers never stop their incessant
strumming. With my head between her legs, I gaze with an
unobstructed view into Cinda's pink vagina. In addition to my
mouth on her cunt, I gently thrust two fingers into her vagina.
Cinda tenses at the unexpected invasion, but her hips jerk with
sympathetic movement. Then they jerk again . . . and again . . .
and then a third and fourth time. She is over the edge, and her
thighs collapse around my head, and I am trapped with my face
buried in her soft, smelly place. It's so intimate that I shiver
in pleasure.
After a few moments, I crawl up into Cinda's arms, and we
luxuriate in front of the bright colorful flames thrown out by
our little waxlog fire. It is dark outside by now, and the fog
that was predicted has finally arrived. It deadens all of the
sounds around us and isolates us with our pleasure. We roll up
together in our blanket and share the pillow. I spoon Cinda from
behind, and we are soon asleep in front of the fire. The sound
of the gentle surf across the highway lulls us. Sometime after
midnight, we stumble upstairs to bed.
-----
The next morning, I brew coffee and bring Cinda her
breakfast in bed. We hungrily share the juice and bagels and lox
and creme cheese we purchased the afternoon before. It is a bit
chilly outside the covers, and I am soon burrowing back into the
bed with my lovely naked Cinda. We cuddle for warmth, and Cinda
ducks her head under the covers to use her mouth on my cock -
bringing some instant life to my 56 year old love tool. Then the
two of us make slow, gentle love in the bright morning light. We
do so with some sadness, because we know that it will be the last
time for a while.
After a late morning walk on the beach, we pack the car and
head back to Richmond. We stop for a delightful lunch across the
James River in Newport News. We have a table overlooking the
water in the clubhouse of a beautiful golf resort on the river.
We can see colorfully dressed golfers hitting their wedges into
the 18th green, and our conversation during the meal is animated.
Afterward, we get back in the rental car and are both quiet
with our own thoughts during the drive back to Richmond. We are
savoring the beauty of the priceless moments that we have just
shared. It has been a terrific "special lunch", and I don't
think that we will be going back to the downtown Holiday Inn
after being spoiled by Virginia Beach.
Cinda takes me to the airport for the short flight to
Raleigh. I'm ready - even looking forward - to be with Ann
again. I suddenly realize that I need to put some effort into
creating some 'firsts'
for Ann and me.
I look into Cinda's eyes as I lean across the front seat to
kiss her goodbye. She smiles as she kisses me, and I know where
we will be at the same time next year.
The End