CHAPTER – 16: Around the World...

When we were in the kitchen, Sarah prepared two cups of hot chocolate with a large piece of pure chocolate on the side, then went about making sandwiches with peanut butter and honey, before joining me on the table. We finished the hot chocolate and she prepared another cup, before we started on the sandwiches. I had not noticed it before, but the kitchen was very warm, even with my undershirt on. It became clear when she casually took of her jeans, and her sweater, looking at me. When I raised an eyebrow, she smiled.

“I put the heat up a little bit. You don’t feel hot?”

“Yeah, it’s hot. I thought it was from the hot chocolate. So, what’s next in the agenda?” I asked, grinning.

“Nothing special. Just me, over and over again. Did you ever read Around the World in 80 Days?” she asked.

Drawing a blank look with her strange question, she laughed and explained, “I have my own version, Around Sarah in 80 Ways. I think you’ll enjoy the read, or whatever.”

I was almost on the floor, laughing hard at her twisted sense of humor.

When I collected myself, she said, “I want you to get comfortable. Get naked, then we’ll eat.”

Not one to disappoint a lady, I stood up and shed my clothes, while Sarah took off her panties as well. She motioned me to place the chair sideways to the table, and waited until I sat, then she sat on my lap, straddling me. She rose up a bit, to position my semi-hard cock between her thighs, rubbing against the lips of her pussy, and settled down. She fed me the sandwiches, bite by bite, pampering me, teasing me, and taking a few bites herself. In the meantime, she was oiling my cock with her dripping juices. I wanted to tease and work her up more, so when the sandwiches were finished, I took a sip from my hot chocolate and before she could react, I lashed her nipple with my hot tongue. Her nubbin was already hard, but my hot tongue made it swell that little bit extra. Then I started to lave her tit, interspersed with sips from the hot chocolate, and finally settled for a long teasing suck of her nipple. Her juices were copious, and I felt wet to my balls. I turned my attention to her other tit. Reaching out for the little tube of honey, I squeezed a cold dollop of it on her tit getting a small shriek and a giggle, then taking a sip from the hot chocolate I laved her tit, while licking off the honey. I finished with gentle sucks and bites of her nipple, making her moan and pant.

The small kitchen table looked to be pretty sturdy. I had always wondered about sex in the kitchen, and things were going in the right direction. The only problem was, as usual, logistics, which was turning into a regular pain in the neck. The fucking condoms! So, I slowed my attentions. Sarah wasn’t as far gone as she had been before, but she was pretty hot. When I slowed down, she realized something was not right, so we kissed, trying to cool off, but not too much. Then she gave me quizzical look.

“Protection,” I said.

“Protection? You mean condoms?”

I nodded.

“I have some in my bedroom. Mitch, are you clean?”

Was I clean? I didn’t know that. Until Dana I had been careful. In all my amorous escapades she had been the only exception, mostly because I had trusted her.

Seeing me in thought, she asked, “You had unprotected sex?”

I nodded.

“With your girlfriend?”

I nodded again, while thinking about the situation.

“Mitch, don’t you know if she was clean or not?” she asked apprehensive, but she was worried about me.

“I... I don’t know for sure if she was clean. We both trusted each other, because of certain things we shared about ourselves. I’ve not been very active and had always been careful about it. Except her, that is. She’s not the promiscuous type, and she was an ex-nurse. She told me she was careful about it, and had not been active for a long time. I had reason... I have reason to believe her.”

She gave me a soft kiss, cupping my face in her hands, then looking in my eyes, she said, “After what I heard from Kathy, I don’t think you would have been involved with a cheap tramp. But, Mitch, you took an unnecessary risk. You realize that, don’t you? It’s easy to get a test done and enjoy yourself to the fullest afterwards.”

Then she put her hands on my shoulder, watching me. I knew she was right. In fact, both of us had taken an unnecessary risk. I didn’t have anything against condoms, considering the alternative, but the feeling of flesh against flesh was something special. Damn it, I had acted like a horny little kid, and even Dana had acted like a teenage girl, and she had nurse training and was older than me, more experienced and knowledgeable about those things. Why did she do what she did? How could she trust me? But that begged the same question, why did I trust her? Did we give into our lust? No, we had shared quite a lot during our talk, and we felt something for each other, enough not to put each other at risk. We had been true to each other. Both of us were not the types to give in to sudden impulses, although that was possible of course. But our past, our histories indicated we were both cautious, burned enough, hurt enough, not to inflict another hurt to each other.

“I think we better use the condoms, Sarah,” I said, even though I was pretty sure I was clean. I didn’t want her to worry about it.

She was watching me carefully, mulling something in her mind. “Mitch, how recent is your relationship, if you don’t mind my asking?” she asked.

Shit. I have another Kathy in my hands.

“Why do you ask that, Sarah? I told you I had unprotected sex. That makes me a risk factor.”

“It makes you a risk factor, if you don’t know your partner’s sexual history, and health. And that’s usually when you’re just starting a relationship.”

When I didn’t reply, she continued, “Mitch, I don’t want to grill you, OK? But what you’re not saying tells me a lot. You must have met her very recently, and not known her for a long time, but you trust her. I know some things about you to understand that you don’t give your trust to people easily. You brought up the protection yourself, so I know you’re careful, even in the heat of passion. By the way, I’m very careful, too. I even got tested recently. Somehow you weren’t careful with your girlfriend. Why? Unless, you have reason to believe her and trust her?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Not only that, but she must have trusted you as well, unless she’s not what she seems to be. And I doubt she’s somebody like that. You said she was an ex-nurse, so that’s another plus on her side. I’m just curious, Mitch. She must be something to steal your heart.”

I wasn’t going to ask why she thought Dana was something special, as I was afraid of what was coming after that. It felt like I was talking to Kathy, except this was Sarah, a very naked, beautiful, and dripping wet Sarah. It felt wrong to talk about another woman, when she was sitting on my lap, naked. When I didn’t reply, she kissed me, and then continued in her soft, melodic tone.

“Kathy didn’t tell me much, but I knew she was warning me about your past. That was before you met your new girl. She told me tonight, you were out of circulation. I’m not stupid, Mitch. I’m jealous of your new girl, however I’m not going to hold it against her. No. I just wish I had met the other one, the one that broke your heart. I would love to whip that bitch to make her pay for what she did to you.”

“Sarah!” I said, sharply, without realizing my tone was very hard, almost dangerous.

For a moment she was taken back by my tone, instinctively recoiling, before she collected herself. I didn’t want to frighten her, so I calmed down. I just couldn’t believe the kind of talk I was having while she, a girl from my childhood and teenage years was sitting on my lap, naked. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Her hands moved to cup my face, and she gripped me fiercely, surprising me with the strength in her hands and fingers. In that shocking split second, I realized, being an orthopedist, she had built up some strength. Otherwise, how were you going to set bones, even though you could get help from your fellow doctors? Looking at her naked form, there was no way I could tell she had the kind of strength she was displaying, but now, I saw her shoulders tense, and the muscles in her forearm become more pronounced. She had me in a secure grip, although she was being gentle. I wondered what was coming next. In contrast with the measured strength she was displaying, her gray eyes were soft, and moist with sadness. She kept her eyes on me, waiting for me to react. I relaxed myself further, trying to see what she would do. She didn’t ease up a bit, but her eyes were getting more moist, and in a few minutes I was sure she would be crying.

“Listen to me carefully, Mitch. If I was a conniving little shit, I would do my best to steal you from—what’s her name?”

“Dana,” I whispered.

“From Dana. You’re a lucky man for two, no, three reasons. First, Dana. I wouldn’t do something like that to any woman. Second, I’m not in love with you, although I love you, in a different way. And third, Kathy.”

She gave a searching look to see how I took her explanation, and I gave a quick nod. She was mulling something in her mind, and after a short pause she said, “I need to ask something, Mitch. I don’t know anything about what happened in the past, but your reaction tells me a lot. Please, don’t take my question wrong, Mitch, but I’m wondering if Dana knows about your other girl?”

“Why do you ask that?” I responded.

“Because, you’re my friend, Mitch, and based on your reaction I suspect you might have felt it necessary to talk about your past if your relationship is serious. I know that much about you.”

She waited, challenging me to deny it, her expression changing very little. When I didn’t deny or respond, she prompted, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, so I gave a short nod, confirming it.

“Thank you. That means she knows how you feel about that little... about your other girl. You must love each other, if you’ve talked about something you react to so strongly, and yet, she accepts you. Dana is a girl you’ve met and love,” she said pointedly, pausing dramatically. “Kathy is your sister, your blood.”

I knew that. From Kathy’s reaction last night, she felt exactly the way Sarah had said. At least, I had started talking with Kathy. I wasn’t sure if I would ever talk about the past or if it would be necessary, but it was too early for that.

“Sarah, I know I haven’t talked much with Kathy, but it’s getting better, and it’s complicated. Kathy knows it, now. I’m not going to hurt my sister.” Pausing, I calmly added, “I’m not going to hurt your sister.”

Her grip didn’t ease at all, but hearing what I said, she lowered her face and kissed me gently, then breaking the kiss she said, “Thank you, Mitch. This is between us. If you want to talk about your past, it will remain here. I hope nobody gets hurt, and that includes Dana as well.”

Straightening, she released her hold, putting her hands on my shoulder, and continued. “As I said, I’m not a conniving little shit. I just wish I could say I’m not going to ask more from you than what you’ve given me tonight, after learning how complicated your life is. But, I have to be true to myself; I want you. Tonight, and any night you want me; no strings attached. However, after what I just did, and considering your situation, I’ll understand if you don’t want to do anything the rest of the night.”

“I’m not going to hold it against you, Sarah. After all that is said and done, I’m more worried about hurting you. Let me worry about my life and my decisions.”

“You’re worried I might fall in love with you?”

I nodded.

“Mitch, I don’t easily fall in love. I am too horny for my own good and too independent. Maybe it’s because I got over my shyness late, and am trying to catch up. I have a little problem with some of the guys, the ones that see a blonde bimbo, only, instead of the other things. But I’m getting good at recognizing those annoying bugs. At least, a few of them have been fun in the bed,” she replied with a lecherous grin.

“I’ll settle down, eventually, but not now. Kathy and I are alike, but also different. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. I’m pretty sure Kathy will locate the right guy for me before I do. Your sister looks after me. She always did, even when we were young. You’re right, you know. She’s my sister, the sibling I never had.”

“As you are her sister.”

“You knew that?”

“It’s hard to miss it, when you did what you did, Sarah. But I can’t afford latitude to either of you. Don’t take it the wrong way, but you’ve both been allowed too much, already.”

She was quiet for a while, thinking over what I said, but her gaze never wavered.

“Yes. You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to stir things up. I guess it’s rubbed off on me from Kathy.”

“I wonder how that happened?” I quipped, making her laugh and relaxing the atmosphere.

“Hmmm... OK, let’s stir something else. Why don’t you use that stick, and stir my insides?” she came back.

“I have twelve sticks. Which one are you talking about?” I asked with a grin, while displaying my hands with the fingers stretched, and extending my tongue.

Giggling, she replied, “The big one that I’m marinating.”

“Oh, that one. Yeah, sure. Let me get some condoms.”

“Mitch, no need for that.”

“Sarah, I told you, I had unprotected sex.”

“I know that, Mitch. I also know what I’m doing is against what I just preached, but we both know the score there. In fact, if she’s the kind of girl she is, she’ll be already making arrangements for a test. I could book an appointment for you, for Tuesday. Are you interested?”

“Yes, of course, but why?”

“Well, it will solve several problems. You’ll be able to tell Dana and prove you’re clean, and I’ll be also in the clear after what I’m planning to do tonight. That will save me a new test, but I’m not concerned. I told you I got tested recently. Dana will probably respond in kind if she hadn’t already done something about it.”

“Why did you go to such lengths?”

“You’re still scared of me falling in love with you, aren’t you? Relax. I’m pretty active, but careful about it. If any of my partners want to have sex without protection I have to trust them that they won’t engage in casual unprotected sex with somebody else. Even though some of them tested clean I still insisted on condoms. I did the test after my last relationship just to be sure. Since then, my only companion had been my battery driven friends. It also worked nicely for us. If you were a serious risk factor, I would get you tested and hope for a second try, but I was ready to settle for protected sex. I enjoy flesh to flesh as much as a man. After what Kathy was telling me and not telling me, I guessed you weren’t very active and probably being very careful about it. You were a pretty level headed and cautious guy, when we were young. I guess I’m a lucky girl.”

She was being very cautious about her sex life, but then she knew about the dangers more as a doctor.

Then, she quipped, bringing us back to the subject at hand... umm... the marinated cock under her ass. “I think the oven is at the right temperature and the meat is marinated properly. It’s time to get cooking.”

With a chuckle, I asked, “What are we cooking?”

“Stuffed Sarah, of course. What did you think?” she retorted, without skipping a beat, and making me laugh.

Getting serious, I asked, “You want to lie on the table or take the driver’s seat and chauffer us?”

“Hmmm... Good question... Just sit tight and let me drive. When I get tired, you can take over.”

She stood up, allowing me to pull the chair a bit further away from the table then straddled me again, guiding my cock slowly into her box, and lowered herself down, taking my whole length in a single stroke, and sat down on my lap. She was tight but not excessively, however, she was so wet, I had glided in without any difficulties. Holding onto my shoulder, she kissed me, and then started to rock herself, back and forth, stirring her insides with my cock. She kept the rocking motions and her wiggling interspersed with slow up and down motions. I cupped her ass cheeks and helped her with the up and down motions, as I couldn’t do any moves myself due to the position except hunching up a little bit. The rocking motion was better, since I could contribute more, and that seemed to suit her as well. I wasn’t sure how much stimulation she was getting from that back and forth, but it seemed to heat her up nicely.

She locked her hands behind my neck and leaned back offering her tits, and letting me pull and push her ass while she tried to rock back and forth. I started to work on her tits with my lips and tongue, sometimes nipping her nipples gently with my teeth, and she seemed to enjoy my attentions. After a while she pulled herself to my chest, plastering her tits against my chest and we kissed. Her breath was coming in short gasps and pants, and her pussy was starting to get active. She didn’t have Dana’s muscle control, and I realized she was getting closer to her orgasm.

“Can you take over? I’m close. I want to feel you stroke,” she said.

I managed to get off the chair, with her hanging on my neck, and my hands supporting her, cupping her shapely ass. As I stood up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I took a step to the table, and gently sat her ass on the edge of the table. She released her lock around my waist, but kept her knees up, her feet urging me to start stroking.

While kissing deeply, I started to stroke into her, although I wasn’t in a comfortable position. After the kiss, she half turned and pushed away the plate and our cups to the side of the table, and I gently draped her on the table. She shivered as her back made contact with the cold surface. Hooking her legs on my arms, I lifted them, but she put her ankles on my shoulders, allowing me a better position. While running my hands over her legs from her feet down to the top of her thighs, I took long, slow strokes, enjoying the way her tits shook. After a few minutes she closed her eyes, and started to pant and moan. Leaning over, I teased her tits, while stroking her at a steady pace, watching her reaction carefully.

As my strokes became more powerful, her hands gripped the edge of the table, to prevent her body from sliding. The surface of the table had become slippery from her sweat. A small puddle was forming on the floor with her juices dripping from her ass at the edge of the table, and my balls were wet. Every time I stroked in, we could hear the wet slapping sound. Getting a good purchase on the edge of the table, she started throwing her ass at me, using her feet and ankles on my shoulders as support. I was surprised with her energy, but was enjoying it very much. I moved my hand to the top of her pussy, and started to work on her clitoral hood, pressing down, and massaging it. With the extra stimulation she started to falter in her efforts, and began moaning. I increased the pace of my stroking and felt her pussy go crazy, accompanied by a soft moan that turned into a wail.

Even though she had sucked me off expertly, and had taken the edge off, I found myself getting close. I wanted to hold out to continue and make her cum a second time, but I realized I was too far gone to be able to stop myself. The visual stimulation was too much. After so many years, I had this beautiful girl’s body draped on top of the table, shaking and trembling in orgasm, and screaming her pleasure. How many times had I imagined her body under mine while masturbating to the images conjured up in my mind’s eye? As her pussy started its involuntary milking action, I gave in to the physical stimulation, without trying too hard. I kept up the long strokes to keep pleasuring her, and her milking action carried me over. After the first strong bursts, I stroked hard and deep, and stayed inside her, while working my thumb over the top of her pussy, and pumped the rest of my cum into her, while teasing and pulling on her nipple.

It was something to watch her come; her chest, neck and face flushed deep red, her body thrashing on top of the table, eyes closed, and a soft moan escaping her half open lips. As she started to come down, I eased up with my massage of her clitoris, and stroked her belly, feeling the tremors, and my other hand stroked her tits, running over them softly, before I caressed her cheeks. Slowly she opened her eyes, which had a soft and lethargic look, instead of the burning passion and lust she had had the last few times. However, the gray color was tinted with a strange hue, and I realized she still had more lust hidden beneath that lethargy. I ran my hands from top of her thighs to her feet, feeling the trembling in her legs; the after effects of her fading orgasm coursing through them, the muscles tired from the strain.

I moved her feet off my shoulder, supporting her legs on my arms under her knees, spreading her legs comfortably, and leaned in to kiss her. We had to break our kiss several times, because she was still out of breath. She was also starting to squirm, and I realized the edge of the table must be biting hard at her ass, so straightening up, I eased her along the length of the table, and getting a grateful look for my efforts.

“It was starting to hurt. I didn’t feel it before, but now, it was getting uncomfortable.”

I leaned over her body, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and locked her feet on my lower back, securing me over her. We kept kissing and caressing each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s body. For the first time, I noticed how her eyes changed color, perhaps because of the angle the ceiling lights hit them; she had blue-green tints distributed unevenly, even though the gray was the predominant color. As I looked at her, I could hardly believe that I had just finished making love to this beautiful girl, who had been a good friend, but also the leading star of my masturbation fantasies.

Maybe there’s a God somewhere, after all.

Now, I understood better, what it was like to fantasize and then have your fantasies realized. I hadn’t thought of Sarah over the years, but she had. Compared to what I felt now, what she felt must have been much more. I could understand why she had reacted the way she did in her bedroom.

“What are you thinking, Mitch?” she asked softly.

I didn’t realize I was lost in thought, until I heard her question.

“That there was perhaps a God, after all,” I replied, with a small smile.

When she heard it, she smiled back. “I guess. If I had known he was around and listening I would have come with a list,” she quipped.

“I think you come quite vocal, Sarah, not with a list. If he heard your screaming, he would be deaf by now,” I retorted.

She started to laugh, and I felt her quivering tits rub against my chest, exciting me.

When her laughter subsided, she said, “I don’t believe how much we both changed, Mitch. Here I am, freshly fucked and we’re trading jokes. I would have never imagined something like that.”

“I guess that’s what happens when a clown and a beautiful singer who butchers songs with an awful voice get together,” I quipped, making her laugh again. This time however, she was laughing too hard and I got dislodged from her snug and juicy pussy.

“Damn. You see what you did?” she complained good naturedly.

Then, we heard a soft splatter, the unmistakable sound of trapped fluids dripping on to the floor, joining the small puddle that was already there.

“Nope, but I heard it!” I quipped.

She shrieked before starting to laugh again. When she calmed down, we kissed, this time with a gentle passion.

“You are fun, Mitch. You were such a quiet, shy boy, and now... I still can’t believe the trick you pulled at the door, and then in the kitchen.”

“I’m not sure what I pulled can be called a trick, but a prick,” I said, giving her a mischievous look.

She tried to hold herself from breaking into laughter, but started to shake again in amusement.

“Give me a break, Mitch. I plastered the floor with our juices, but I don’t want to pee.”

“Our juices, OUR JUICES...” I intoned, with a feigned indignation.

“Stop it, you rat! I’m going to pee the whole place down.”

“Hmmm... Golden showers? I heard about them, but never experienced them. Kinky!” I teased.

“Please, don’t. I’m really going to pee the place,” she said, trying to control her laughter, and I realized, she was serious.

So I kissed her, while caressing her to calm her down.

“You want to get up?” I asked.

When she nodded, we disengaged, and I helped her to her feet, being careful not to let her step onto the puddle and slip. When she looked down, she was surprised, and chuckled in amusement, and she was still dripping our juices, her thighs had wet tracks.

“Why don’t you run a bath for us, while I clean the table and floor?” I asked.

“Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll do it, Mitch.”

She looked like she needed to visit the bathroom.

“Come on, Sarah. It’s no big deal. Do you want to stay here and water the floors?” I quipped.

“Don’t. You rat.”

“I can tickle you, you know, if you stay here a bit longer,” I teased. Then with a serious tone, I added, “Sarah, I really don’t mind it. Go ahead. While you’re there, draw us a hot bath.”

Seeing I was serious, she nodded her agreement, then gave a soft kiss, saying, “You’re a dear, Mitch. Check the fridge. There should be a bottle of champagne. When you’re finished, bring it over.”

“Umm... Do you mind white wine instead of champagne?”

“Sure, much better. There should be a Chardonnay in there, somewhere.”

When she left for the bathroom, I cleaned the table, the floor and the chair I was sitting earlier on. Satisfied everything was spotless, I rummaged in her fridge, and got the bottle of Chardonnay. I prepared a tray with the glasses and the wine and went to the bathroom. Sarah was sitting on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to fill. From the looks of her, she had washed herself before filling the tub. She reached and closed the toilet seat cover, so that I could set the tray on it. I filled the glasses and gave her one. The tub was almost half filled, so she stepped in, and sat at one end. I followed her, and she asked me to sit opposite to her. Once I was settled comfortably, she slid down, and put her feet on my chest, getting comfortable. With her tits still out of water, and her shapely feet on my chest, she wiggled her dainty toes, teasing my nipples. She knew how she looked and how to slowly tease and arouse. When the tub was filled up to her satisfaction, she reached for the taps and closed them.

Putting my glass aside on the floor, I took hold of a foot, and massaged it, making her moan with pleasure. When she closed her eyes, I played with her toes, and licked them making her shriek with surprise, her eyes opening. Her eyes were starting to glitter with lust again. She was not only a blonde bombshell but a simmering sex pot, already getting heated up by that little teasing, so I eased up, and returned massaging her feet and toes, sensually. While I was busy with her foot, her other foot was busy, teasing me, working up and down my chest and going all the way down to stimulate my cock. I was getting a nice stiffy from her attentions. After a while I switched to her other foot, as she continued to play with me using her foot. In the meantime, she was caressing her tits and teasing her nipples, giving me a visual banquette. When her nipples were as hard as they could get, her hand dived between her legs, no doubt to stir her honey pot. After several long minutes, she was getting worked up, so she slowed down, not to go too fast, and enjoy sharing the bath.

“Sarah, honey. Why don’t you move over here?”

I sat up a bit, pulling my knees and spreading them, to give her a comfortable seat. She gave me her glass and I put it down next to mine on the floor, while she moved between my legs, with her back resting on my chest. My cock was trapped against the top part of her ass. As she rested her head on my shoulder, I started to massage her tits. Reaching around I took my glass and sipped my wine, while caressing and playing with her body.

“You know what, I can spend the rest of the night here, like this,” she said softly.

“Are you tired?” I asked, surprised by her statement.

“Oh, no. I’m still horny, but this is nice. There are a few things we still have to do, but this is a nice break,” she said, cryptically.

“What kinda things?”

“Oh, you’ll see. There’s no hurry.” Turning her head, she kissed me, then asked, “Can you make me cum slowly?”

So I gently worked on her pussy. I didn’t know what she was planning, however I didn’t want to work her pussy hard and make it sore while trying to make her come. Feeding her sips of wine from my glass, and with occasional kisses, I worked her tits and pussy gently until she was on the brink. Before I could take her over, she stopped me. Raising up, she grabbed my already hard cock, and slid it inside her. Once she was settled down comfortably on my lap, I continued working on her pussy, and ever so slowly brought her over, feeling her pussy spasm, and a gentle orgasm coursing through her. The only sound she made was a quiet moan, as her body trembled and shivered. Unlike her other orgasms, this was protracted, and long, but not as strong or sharp as her earlier ones. When it was over, she sighed. We shared a long sensual kiss, then continued to drink our wine, finishing our glasses. I was still hard, throbbing inside her, but I was nowhere near coming. It was a pleasant feeling to be connected to her like that.

 

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