From stripclub@earthlink.net Sun Mar 30 00:21:30 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!mr.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: stripclub@earthlink.net (Moby) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: AFTERNOON DELIGHT (m/f/ex-wife, pros) Date: Sun, 30 Mar 1997 05:21:30 GMT Organization: Earthlink Network, Inc. Lines: 299 Message-ID: <333df316.23270691@news.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust118.max25.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 WARNING: Don't read this if you are under 18 or offended by consentual sexual activities SUBURBAN REFUGE I had called her voicemail three weeks ago asking if she could make some time and see me. I wasn't sure what her response would be, if any at all. The last time I had been with her seemed like a hundred years ago, far away but at the same time it was a recurring memory. The memories are nice, but a memory and a jerk off don't even fit in the same galaxy as spending time with this creature of lust. So know I was pleasantly surprised to get her note in my private mail. The date had been ten days away but I had cleared my calendar and counted the moments until I could see her. Ten days seemed like an eternity. But the anticipation fueled my hunger and kept me going. The neighborhood was upper middle-class, lots of Accords and Mini-Vans lined the driveways. Most of the lawns were well manicured, with shrubs and flowers brightening the view. Cozy, safe. The sun glared brightly through the windsheild. I squinted and pulled down the visor further to block the irritation. I peered at the address marked on the curbside, two more blocks. I spotted the address, the house blended with the neighboring theme...suburbia. A few well placed planters on the front porch, a park bench painted white sat next to the front door. I parked discretely several houses further down the street and began the walk to the address on the card. The handwriting on the card was graceful and feminine. The card was obviously from the local Hallmark store, from one of those feelings series, but the cryptic message inscribed was more than enough to get my attention. I caught the faint trace of a familiar fragrance wafting from the card. I closed my eyes and smiled. As I approached the front porch I heard the wind chimes sing a peaceful refrain, there was an envelope tacked to the front door with my name on it. On the bottom left hand corner of the envelope it was that same graceful handwriting saying "Open Now..." I did. It read "The key is under the mat, let yourself in, I'm in the back of the house..." I bent down to the woven mat and there was the key...with a red ribbon tied to it. I let myself in. The smell of vanilla filled the cool air, the breeze from the air conditioning felt like an electrical charge. The house had an easy going energy, much like the muted, soft daylight that filtered in through the lace curtains on the windows. Nice, soft, comfortable. There was soft jazz playing on the stereo, not too loud, just enough to compliment the rest of the scene. Very relaxing. The furnishing were modest, not shabby, but tasteful. You could see the effort and care in the handicrafts and artwork all around. There was a large portrait of her over the fireplace, the artist had done an excellent job, she looked like a princess. Enchanting. My pulse began to speed up. I turned to start down the hall, my mouth was becoming very dry... I ducked into the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse my mouth. The water didn't seem to help the cotton-mouth, my heart beat harder, I headed towards the back of the house. My heart was pounding now as I reached for the bedroom door, I couldn't tell whether I was scared or excited. Maybe both. As I opened the door...A sweet voice called out to me... "Hi Honey...I been thinking about you a lot, I missed you." It took me a few seconds to adjust to the candle light. She had draped the windows in such a way that all sense of daylight was blocked, in fact nothing in the world existed outside of this room at this moment. The scent of vanilla was gone, replaced by her alluring perfume, the same one on the card. She was a vision, her hair piled high, with little tendrils on both sides, just wisps framing her face. She knew all my little turn on's... the pearl choker, the dangling earrings, the black demi bra which cradled and presented her fabulous breasts...her nipples were shinny, she had spread that pina~colada gloss on them. The rest of her ensemble was equally stunning. The open palm lace gloves, the stockings and garter belt, the fuck-me high heels, and those killer panties. They appeared to be crotch-less, but they had little ribbon ties, little bows keeping her treasure veiled, with larger bows on each hip. Just a little tug and they would fall away. Her lipstick was perfect on those beestung lips, along with the rest of her. Her smooth, flawless tan skin, her little ears and perfect nose. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked all the while pouring from the sweating bottle she had in the ice bucket. "Thanks"...I mumbled. "You look fabulous, as usual, but really....stunning. You seem to grow more beautiful every time I see you" "Your so nice..." she replied. "Relax, get out of that coat and tie. Here let me help you..." and before I could answer she had undone the knot of my tie, and opened my shirt to my waist. I looked down into the depths of her brown doe eyes...she looked up at me and her lips brushed mine. Her tongue flittered across my lips and they parted automatically for her. We kissed, slow, feeling, the room started to spin, I had kissed her countless times before, although not in a very long time. I didn't expect the kiss. As I was adjusting to it's impact she whispered those words. I don't know where she learned them or whether she says them to all her men, but they always have the same effect on me. "I need to take something from you..." She didn't wait for my response, her hands deftly undid my pants and they were around my knees in a blink. She took me in her mouth and the feelings of joy radiated from my cock to all my extremities. She had mentioned when I first me her that she was famous amongst the men she knew for her oral abilities. She was not a braggart, she was the best I'd ever had. I have a nickname for her "Suck Queen" although I have never told her. She might be proud or she might be pissed...so I never mentioned it. She crawled forward as she took more of me, her hands around my ass, walking me backwards towards her bed. Her web, her lair, her power place. As I fell backwards onto the bed she let me slip out of her mouth and busied herself removing my shoes, socks, pants until there was nothing between her and my hard on. She leaned forward and kissed me again, and I could taste my pre-cum on her lips. She let her Satin robe fall and I leaned back onto the stack of pillows. Her eye contact never stopped as she knelt between my legs and held my cock upright. "You have such a beautiful cock...it's very schlongy...and it's dripping sweet stuff, I love it." She held the base of my cock tightly which caused it to get even harder, the veins were bulging and the pre-come kept flowing, running down the sides. She turned her head sideways and kissed me on the sensitive spot. She applied suction with her lips and ran her tongue around in circles at the spot simultaneously. My heart pounded, my head throbbed. She made a loud slurping sound as she engulfed my cock in her lip lock. Immediately she took the first three inches into her mouth and started nipping me with her teeth. Not too hard, love bites. It makes me crazy and very hard. "Your cock is so big...do you have something for me?" "You bet sweetheart...show me what you do best..." I groaned to her. I didn't have to tell her twice, because in a heartbeat she swallowed me to my balls. She started this soft, sexy moaning around my man-meat, which only made me leak sweet stuff more copiously. The more I leaked, the more and louder she groaned. It was as if my juice was necessary for her to live. Again she made eye contact and held my cock with just her teeth. She gazed deep into my eyes while she reached behind her to unfasten the demi-bra. It fell to the bed and she cradled my balls in her left hand while stroking me with her right. Her saliva was flooding my cock, and made a slick mess of the staff as she jacked me rhythmically in a cadence she knew well. I swear, my cockhead flared to twice it's size which brought a delightful moan from my little suck queen. She increased the tempo, and her sounds got louder. You could hear her hand and mouth sounds...separate from her moans as she expertly worked my cock. Just a bit faster, just a bit firmer on her grip...Throb, Throb, Throb...the contractions were starting deep in my prostrate. She kneeled closer to me and started dragging her nipples on my thighs. I moaned my approval and scraped some of our mutual slime off my cock and rubbed it into her nipples. They stuck out from her gorgeous breasts like pencil erasers. More of her eye contact, she batted her lashes at me and dove in for more. Mmmhhhhppppphhhh.......mmmmmmmmm, louder, faster, as I responded her sounds got higher...uh huh..............uh huh........Yes.....uh huh, mmmmm,mmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMM and I saw stars. The first jolt came from my toes, lights flashed in my brain, my hearing and vision became acute. Throb.....juice.....throb....juice....throb....juice.. I must have spurted six or seven times compared to my normal three. She let my cock slip out of her mouth for the last two spurts and let them land on her tits. I love her breasts, even though she claims a doctor ruined one. Her tits are exquisite, but probably because the are hers. I remember her natural ones, they were beautiful, but her fabulous figure could carry more....and it's more she now has. As my cock slipped away, it still stood straight out, you could see it throb in sync with my heartbeat, each beat causing a little jerk and a bit more deflation. "Come up here" she beckoned. I slid into her arms where she kissed me deeply exchanging saliva and my seed. I didn't mind, I never minded anything with her in bed. She rolled me onto my stomach and proceeded to massage my neck and back. I was spent, and my body wanted to sleep, however my brain wasn't going to miss one second of our encounter. It was like cutting a record. Every detail, every touch, every sound, every smell was burned into my brain cells. My mind wondered if she was the same with all her men, how much of this was a well rehearsed act, but frankly who cares. She was giving me what I so desperately needed...a reprieve from the stress of my regular life, an entire vacation in just a few moments. Memories to last a lifetime. She worked her way down my back with her trained hands. Everywhere she touched glowed. The waves of relaxation washed over me. I felt her hot breath on the cheeks of my ass, then her hands spreading me open. Her talented tongue slipped between my cheeks and wet my asshole. I groaned my approval and she went in for more. She fucked my ass with her tongue like a teenage boy with his first pussy. It seemed like each plunge took her deeper and she started that groaning and moaning again...which of course made me crazy. She was relentless in her pursuit of my ass. She reached her hand around my waist and grabbed my schlong. My cock was like steel, just like a morning piss hard-on. You'd never suspect I had come my guts out only moments before. She rolled me over onto my side, never stopping her oral probing of my ass, only now she was jacking me off in perfect rhythm to her oral thrusts. It kept getting better, and better. I suddenly rolled away from her....I couldn't control it any more and I wasn't ready to give it up again. She looked at me with puzzlement and disappointment in her bedroom brown eyes. "My turn" was all I said. My vision focused on those fuck-me panties as she lay back into the pile of pillows on her bed. I saw the four little bows that held the crotch closed, but as I dove in I went for the bows on each hip. I wanted nothing between me and her essence. I untied each bow with a bite and a twist of my head. As the wispy garment became free I pulled it out from under her with my teeth. She lifted her hips to assist me, which was acknowledgment that she would allow me to worship her pussy. I was glad that I had shaved just before leaving, because I wanted to be smooth and soft if I got this opportunity. I knew in the back of my mind that she also liked girls, and I didn't want to be rough, but I wanted to pleasure her as she had done for me. She is always the giver and seldom allows her men to pleasure her this way. She saves that for her boyfriends. This was a very good sign. Maybe she was feeling a bit melancholy, remembering the good times and the universal connection we used to share. There remains some untold bond between us, that she never acknowledges. She's always saying that she wanted nothing more than for me to be happy, and she was making me very happy today. I gently spread her perfect butterfly and moved in to start the slow love licks. She didn't respond at first. But then I detected the slight motion of her pelvis. The smooth rocking was very subtle, but the repetitions continued as I swabbed her clit in my saliva. Her juices began to run, and her tempo lost it's subtlety. "Oh yea....oh yea...lick it....yea....lick it...oh that's the spot....get it.....get it......eat my hot cunt. Lick it, eat it" she demanded. I focused on not pressing too hard, keeping it light, little steady licks. Her approval was obvious. "Ughhhhh, ughhhh.....I'm cumming, cumming" she squealed in her little girl voice. Her hips tensed and seemed to vibrate then the release. She gave me her syrupy gift which I savored. It was like nectar from the God's. She sat upright and her lips met mine..again we exchanged and shared the gift. "I'm so horny...fuck me....please" she spoke at barely a whisper...but she rolled onto her stomach and that fabulous ass presented itself for harvesting. I could see her glory hole...she had trimmed her pubic hair so that her lips were bare. The milky fluid leaking from her indicated her readiness. As I started towards her...she handed me a condom..."These are time of being safe..." she reminded me. I didn't care, I just wanted to be inside her. I took a moment and rolled the rubber over my cock. I was rock hard and beyond ready. Actually, I was glad she made me use protection, I was hot as a firecracker and ready to pop on contact....but I wanted this to last, and the condom decreased my sensitivity enough to keep me from going off right away. "Yesssssssss she cried as I entered her. This was always one of our favorite positions. She pushed her torso up by straightening her arms and I reached around to caress her wonderful breasts. I know how ultra sensitive her nips get so I used the flat palms of my hands to work over her tits. I reached between us to get some of our goo to lube her tits and she responded with "uuhugh...yea....that's it" My pelvis pushed my cock in and then some, it was as if I were trying to get my whole package, nuts and all inside of her. "Oh....your too big.....ohhhh.....too big....nnnnnnnn" "Want me to stop?" I asked as I started to pull out. Her body thrust back at me....rendering my withdrawal moot. I didn't move... she was now fucking me. "Comming....yessssss......comming...yea...yea" she bellowed. I thought the neighbors must be able to hear....but fuck ‘em...who cared. Bam....the lights in my head flashed....thunder and lightening in my brain...and my cock started to pump out it's seemingly endless supply of my fuck juice. Throb....and pump....throb and pump. I thought my prostate would explode, but it was only me who kept exploding. My body went limp and I lay on her, trying not to crush her with my body weight. I lay my cheek on her back only to feel the wetness of her perspiration. I started to lick her back...so salty...so good. I lay there and glowed. Something about her, her energy, her acknowledgment to the universe of her sexuality. She was truly a sexual animal...a descendent of Aphrodite. A goddess whose purpose was to please men. I knew that I could never possess her as a man possess a partner, but was grateful that she chose to let me in to share her carnal delights. She rolled me over to my back and asked...."Would you like an E.V.?" I could barely speak....so I nodded my approval. She padded off to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. She expertly removed the condom....I stared at her as she lifted it to her lips and drank it's contents. What a fucking turn on. This woman is something else. She wrapped the warm cloth around my cock and treated it as if it were a treasure, as if it was a living being on it's own. She knew. She seemed to know everything a man wanted, desired and held secret. She was an expert, but unlike her sisters, she was a safe place for me to escape to. Maybe it was our past, I'm really not sure. I just know how it is. "I really have to get going, I have another appointment soon" she cooed, and she was off to the bathroom again. She closed the door and I tried to get up. I was dizzy from the excitement still. As I got dressed, I looked around at the tapestry's and candles in the room. Her femininity was reflected everywhere. I walked over to the dresser and reached for my wallet. I pulled several new hundreds and placed them under her hairbrush. "My love gift to you sweetheart" I muttered as I left the bedroom. I smelled the vanilla candles again as I walked to the front door. I ran my hands through my hair to compose myself as I prepared for reentry into the stress and harsh realities of every day life. As I walked down the street to my car I couldn't help but feel the smile pulling at my cheeks and acknowledge that the smile on my face would last a very long time. Copyright 1996 Mr.HD Like the story ? Let me know. HD stripclub@earthlink.net