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(MF, oral, anal, voy, rom) *** For many years, I have had a friend (initially a work colleague) whom I have fantasized about, jerked off about, shot gallons of semen over, etc. This is the story of how we finally and unexpectedly "got together", not quite in a manner I had ever fantasized about. For those into specific imagery, my friend (whom I will not name, in case any mutual friend reads this) is in her mid-forties, a hockey mom married with two teenaged kids and no sex life other than her vibrator. She has an average figure (i.e. fuller than what used to be considered average), long brown hair with auburn highlights to hide the grey and a southern accent. We were attending a 2-day company event in St Louis. Just my female friend, myself and three thousand colleagues. Our pre-arranged "evening activity" was the City Museum. Drinks (vodka, in our case) flowed freely and when she discovered the ten-story slide, there was no holding her back. I don't do heights, but she really begged me to go on it with her. She even offered to let me walk up the ten flights of spiral stairs right behind her, so I could focus on her butt the whole way up so as not to be scared on the climb! Alas, even that wasn't tempting enough for me, so she went by herself. It was HOT and by the time she came down (I waited at the bottom and held her purse for her), she was covered in perspiration. Then her phone rang and she took a call from her son, sitting on a wall near the slide exit, as it was relatively quiet there. After about 20 minutes, she was off the phone and literally dripping with sweat. Minimal ventilation and it was mid July in St Louis. She wanted a drink and an ice cream and who was I to argue? On the stairs down, she asked me to tell her if her butt was covered in dirt from the slide or the wall! I couldn't believe my ears, but her movements confirmed what I thought I'd just heard, as she raised the bottom of the back of her shirt and bent over slightly, just in front of me, where nobody else could see! Her butt filled her jeans very nicely, but there was no discernable dirt mark on it, although it did cross my mind to brush off some invisible marks anyway. But I didn't. I guess I was still in a kind of disbelief at what she was doing! We rejoined our larger group and drank a few more vodkas. She was definitely being friendlier (not just to me, but to several men!) than usual. I was a bit envious of some of the attention being given to her (that she was accepting, which is most unlike her), such as close hugging, kissing of her neck and ears, etc. I was curious as to what would happen when the place closed down at 10:30pm. Then 10:30 rolled around after a few more drinks and she sidled up to me and suggested we go back to her hotel, as she wanted to tell me something and ask my opinion. So we sat together for the short bus ride back to the convention center, then I walked her across to her hotel and up to her suite. We sat down, she said she wished there was more to drink, but rather than go out to a bar with other people, she'd rather be in her room. Fine by me, since I was there with her! She talked for a while about her manager, asked me a couple questions, but seemed to be dancing around something. She did say she wasn't normally so friendly toward other men and there was only one friend (as she looked directly at me) she felt comfortable being that friendly with. My heart was racing as I stood up to leave. Part of me wanted to take this further and part of me was terrified as to where it might lead. She got up, too and met me by the door. She said there likely wasn't a dry bone in her body, as she'd been sweating so much earlier. I wasn't sure if that was a warning not to hug her, or what it was, really. So I leaned over a bit and kissed the right side of her neck. Boldness took over and I murmured in her ear "What does it take to arouse you?" I kissed her neck again, just below her ear this time. The taste on my lips was quite delicious and the overall sensation I was getting was getting ME quite aroused! She reached up with her left hand and gently placed it on the lower back of my head, pulling me such that my lips met her right jaw line. She moved her head toward her right a split second (although it seemed like a lifetime to me!) later, causing our lips to come into contact. I had waited ten years for this moment, imagined a thousand different scenarios leading up to our first kiss. And now it was reality. Our noses rubbed together as she nibbled on my lower lip and I was briefly surprised at how hot her nose felt against mine. I sucked on her upper lip as we explored the outside of each other's mouths. Slow, lingering and very, very erotic. I felt her tongue on my lips as she gently probed between them. I happily parted my lips more in response and sought her tongue with mine. Even her tongue was hotter and substantially more prehensile than mine. she probed, stroked, jabbed with hers, all around my gums, cheeks and lips, delving under my tongue with hers, then swirling it on top of mine, trapping it. No fast movements, but languid, directed ones. I could have kept that up forever! I realized at some point during the kissing, my arms had moved to her sides and I was lightly caressing from the bottom of her ribcage down to her waist. Upon realizing this, I deliberately moved my hands up a little, toward her armpits, allowing my thumbs to run over the sides of her significantly-sized breasts. And no complaints from the lady, either, only the slightest of moans as I repeated firmer, swirling motions with my thumbs. Not breaking the kiss, she moved her hands from my neck and grasped my hands in hers, bringing them between us and across to the top button of her shirt. "Undress me", she breathed. My luck was in - I could hardly believe my good fortune. I proceeded to fumble with all six buttons on her shirt, then opened it to discover a white t-shirt beneath it. We had to disengage briefly while she shrugged off the peach, floral shirt and I helped her ease the t-shirt over her head. I took a partial step back - her neck, shoulders, collarbone and upper arms were BEAUTIFUL. They far exceeded even my most arousing fantasies of how she might look, naked. Her skin had a very slight tint of yellow or olive, with a fair smattering of freckles on her shoulders and chest. Her upper arms were substantial, but not overly-large. Very nicely-shaped with a hint of the muscle beneath a soft layer of fatty flesh. Gorgeous, quite gorgeous. Her shoulders were literally perfect, the smooth lines marred only by the straps of the beige bra she still wore. Pulling her closer and reaching behind her, I endeavored to remove that barrier from her beauty. I was pretty clumsy and it took me a good ten seconds to unclasp it from behind her back. Even then, it showed no signs of falling off. I slid my hands up to the shoulder straps and pulled them to the sides. They didn't move easily and took a surprising amount of effort on my part. Once they started sliding down her upper arms, all was lost. I moved back slightly and the cups fell forward from her sizeable breasts. She shrugged her shoulders a little to help and the bra fell to the floor between our feet. He breasts did sag - no two ways about it. But they were very, very full-formed. The sag was entirely due to their weight. No stretch-marks, no floppiness. Again, a light smattering of freckles, more on her right than on her left. Her aureole were large and light-colored, her nipples almost flat. I ran my hands over her spectacular chest and let the palms and heels of my hands drag across her nipples in an upward motion. A little firmness started to form in the middle, so I repeated the movements several times, each time a little more forcefully, until her nipples jutted out proudly, maybe no more than half an inch long, but substantially wider. I grasped each nipple between the appropriate forefinger and thumb, using that as a method to lightly heft each breast, as if assessing their weights. This caused her nipples to lengthen somewhat, accompanied by a "careful..." from her. I bent a little to kiss her right shoulder, planning to work my way down to her nipple. I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her upper chest, the rise of the top of her right breast. I felt her hand on the back of my head again, pulling me UPWARD. That wasn't where I was trying to go! She pulled my right ear to her lips and whispered, "Take my jeans off, please." Well - if ever there was an invitation I shouldn't refuse! I let me hands wander toward her belly, where I expected to find either a button or a snap at the top of her jeans. I was a little surprised to find so much flesh around her belly, but to be honest, I found that kind of sexy. She had hid it so well from everybody except her husband and her doctors and now I was privy to touching it too. Very intimate! I hooked my forefingers into the top of her jeans as we nuzzled necks and popped the button open. The zipper was easy after that! Even though there were no fasteners holding them up, her jeans refused to fall. I put my hands to her sides and tried to tug them down over her hips. Not much movement. I disengaged from her neck and slid to me knees, where I could pull from a lower position. "Wait!" she said. "I think you'll enjoy this more". Slightly baffled, I leaned back to see what she meant. She turned partway around and leant over the counter, placing her hands on the edge of the surface and sticking her bottom out slightly. Her belly hung lower in this position, but didn't detract from the extreme lust I was now encountering. I knelt directly behind her and tugged at the waistband of her jeans. She helped a little by shimmying her hips and butt at the same time. And down they came. Her hips had a little extra flesh on them too, but I sure wasn't complaining. Really nice thighs and her lower legs were a little on the scrawny side. Oh, and purple panties, fairly full-bottomed. She kicked off her jeans from around her feet, sending them against the counter. I didn't know where to begin! I slid the palms of my hands onto her knees, then brought them around to the sides of her thighs as I explored her upper legs. My fingertips slid inside the sides of her panties and I moved my hands around to her butt cheeks, but still inside her underwear. Full, nice and full. Just the perfect amount of wobble to them, like I had always imagined. I squeezed lightly, getting just the perfect degree of resistance from her fleshy, muscular globes. I was in absolute heaven! So many years of imagining and fantasizing had come to fruition in a way I had NOT foreseen! I pressed my nose into the back of her panties, breathing deeply. I held onto her hips and rubbed my temples against her cheeks. This was exquisite. I breathed deeply of her most intimate aromas, heedless of what is usually termed "a sweaty butt crack". I only knew that I adored it and I was on the kind of high I could never have imagined. "Is that all you intend to do?" My reverie was broken by the question from above. "Don't you want to take them off?" "Oh, please..." I replied, as I hooked my fingers over the sides of the waistband and peeled them down over her butt-cheeks. she moved her feet slightly closer together to kick the panties off, toward the other side of the floor, then reset her feet about eighteen inches apart, still bent over slightly at the counter. I raised my hands and supported one globe in each hand, thumbs toward her crack. I raised them slightly and pulled apart just enough to see the target of years of lustful dreams - her very intimate butt-hole. It was nothing like I had expected. There was quite a large area of brown flesh around a tiny, crinkly dot. For some reason, I had been expecting a little pink hole with a surrounding ridge of circular muscle. I have no idea why I had been thinking that - that was just the way her butt-hole coalesced in my fantasies. I moved my face closer and licked the inside of her butt-crack, just above her hole. she shuddered and tensed slightly. I responded by pulling her cheeks a little further apart and dragging my tongue across the brown flesh and over her tiny little hole. Feeling no resistance (but admittedly no encouragement, either), I set to probing the surrounding area with my eager tongue. I licked upward, I licked downward (not as easy as it sounds!), from side-to-side and in little circles. Occasionally, I would probe directly into her little hole but it was oh so tight, I was never able to gain any hint of entry. The overall flavors were salty (from the sweat, I assume) with a little hint of bitterness and a tiny edge of sweetness. Kind of hard to describe, but a taste that will stay with me until the end of my days. I really have no idea how long she let me continue this for - time had been standing still for me since our kiss. It could have been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour. There had been virtually no sounds from her the entire time. No moans of pleasure, no groans of encouragement, nothing. Then she said, "Can we move to the bed, please? My legs are killing me." well, naturally I had no objection, as she straightened up and walked through to the bedroom part of the suite. She was an absolute delight to walk behind, too! I loved the way both her breasts and her cheeks wobbled and jiggled in front of me. She pulled down the covers and lay on her back on the bed. "Eat me, please?" she asked as I stood there, unsure what to do next. That certainly clarified my next action! I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my sneakers and removed my jeans all within about 5 seconds. I raised her right leg a bit as I maneuvered my way between her thighs. Although she hadn't turned on any of the bedroom lights, I could see she had quite a bush. Not my favorite situation for pussy-eating, but a likely indication she hadn't fooled around outside her marriage before. I nuzzled her bush as my lips sought out her labia. Wow! The aroma coming from her pussy was really, really strong. My tongue parted her nether lips and I almost recoiled from the oily heat. She was on fire! And oh so wet. I brought up my left hand and used my fingers to part her a little more. Three fingers slid easily into her vagina, causing her to moan with passionate encouragement. My tongue sought her clit, easily finding the engorged nub. I licked upward across it, repeating the motion again and again. She was so ready! A constant almost-crooning came from her throat, interspersed with throaty moans. She was an absolute delight both to eat and to listen to! At this point, I was torn. Part of me wanted to enter her fully, to penetrate her deeply with my cock, giving her the solidity to squeeze against as she came. Another part of me wanted to take her over the edge by fingering her anus - new ground for her and an experience I wasn't sure she'd ever have another chance to try out. As it was, things kind of decided for themselves. As I was withdrawing my fingers from her dripping vagina, I briefly increased the pressure toward the bed. She moaned louder and thrust her hips up against me. Seems like she may go for the anal fingering! And it did seem a pity to waste all that love juice which coated my fingers and part of my hand. So I withdrew my ring finger, leaving the other two fingers still in her sopping vagina. I dragged the fingertip down, over her perineum. She started jerking slightly, moaning, "No... No..." I knew her "no" really meant "yes, please!" in this case. She squirmed her hips a little, but with my forefinger and middle finger embedded in her vagina, my ring finger maintained its relative position on its path toward her tight, virgin rear hole. I brushed my fingertip over her anus and the flesh around it convulsed slightly. I applied a gentle yet firm pressure in a circular motion around her hole (not the easiest thing to do when you're concerned any motion of the other two fingers inside her vagina might bring her off at any moment!). Then I sought the center at the same time as I resumed licking her clit with renewed vigor. There was substantial resistance at first, then she bore down on my fingertip as she neared orgasm. With an inaudible 'pop', my fingertip was in. She bucked and writhed and pushed herself down onto my finger as she hit her plateau. Her thighs clenched, she pulled my forehead onto her pubic bone, mashing my nose in the process and she let out the loudest, most erotic sequence of "Ooh- I'm-cumming!" moans I could ever have imagined. Her anus jerked open and closed around my finger, now embedded as far as it possibly could be into her rectum. Her vaginal muscles clenched my other two fingers so incredibly tightly together. She pushed my head off her pubic area in order to remove my still-lapping tongue from her over-stimulated clit. She couldn't speak, which was kind of funny (and a first, for her!). She lay there, twitching, with two of my fingers locked into her vagina and one in her butt. She tried to speak a couple times as she shuddered, gasping. Nonsense came out of her, so she stopped and lay still, recovering. I gave her a good five minutes like that before asking, with what was probably the biggest grin imaginable on my face (thank goodness for a darkened room) if I could please have my fingers back. I was able to exit her vagina relatively easily, but she had help push my ringer finger out of her too-tight rear passage. That part did seem a little uncomfortable for her and was accompanied by a grunt and an "ouch". Another few minutes passed as I lay between her thighs, then she stirred and suggested I leave now. So I gathered my clothes (I never did take off my socks or underwear), dressed and returned to my own hotel, across the street. I was seriously not sure how we would react to each other next day, or in the future in general. We had been colleagues for about 12 years, friends for the last 10 and really close friends for about the last five. And now this. As I suspected, our initial conversations next day were a little "stilted", but we had seats together on the flight home, so we'd better warm up to each other at some point! We did a pretty good job of avoiding being alone together up until we were in the airport bar waiting for our flight. I took the lead and told her, quietly, I thought she had the most fabulous, sexy body (especially bottom) of anybody I'd ever met and what happened in St Louis, stayed in St Louis, but I would be eternally grateful for the intimacy we had shared last night. She blushed, looked around us in case there was anyone she knew, said thank you for everything last night and apologized for not getting me off. "Maybe some other trip?" and she winked. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 70