2. The
Anniversary
by
David Angelo
February 19th 1998, one year later, dawned another hot sunny
day. By nine o'clock the house was done, she had showered carefully after
lightly shaving her pubic area with Tom's electric razor, and powdered
herself lightly all over, followed by a light deodorant spray. Nails were
neatly pruned and painted, brownish blonde hair brushed until it shone. Her
feet were soft from several weeks of nightly oiling and the tan was as
perfect as she could get it. Not a dark brown, but a light golden brown.
Today, she selected a simple white sundress, in the same style as her usual
sunfrock but more flattering against her tan, stepped into it and tightened
the drawstring into a bow. She found the gold cord-like belt and tied it
around her waist. She could feel her nipples pressing into the cotton as
her breasts flowed into the material. Then she found her very elegant
sandals with the golden cord ties and slipped them on. Two squirts with the
mouth freshener and her toilet was complete.
Mandy gathered up a heavy rug, the largest beach umbrella she
could find, a hold all which contained insect repellent, two beach towels,
hand lotion and tissues and placed them in the trailer that she had attached
to the four wheeler the night before. Her excitement was intense and drove
every action, feeling a youthful vigour coursing through her veins. She had
hardly slept a wink the night before in anticipation of this day.
David had telephoned three weeks ago to say that his parents had
gone on holiday as usual and that he was on his own. He proposed to visit
the stream again about 10.00am on February the 19th. No question about
whether she would come or not, no comment about their last meeting - just a
simple statement of fact. Apart from acknowledging who she was, she never
said a word.
At first she was fairly neutral about the information, having
got over all the peculiar feelings she had the first time she had sex again
with Tom, and the intensity of the memory of that wonderful encounter having
gradually faded. She had quickly reconciled herself to the fact that since
it had not been planned, it was just an accident of circumstance; the sooner
put behind her the better. There was no question of falling in love or
threatening her relationship with Tom and in fact, if it had done anything,
it had reaffirmed her love for Tom and how important their relationship
really was. Just the same, even though she had no intention of going to the
stream that day she was chuffed that he remembered the day, just as she had.
Bloody silly idea anyway, he's just a boy. In fact I'm old enough to be
his mother and should have known better. I wonder what he told his friends?
'Got this sex starved married woman, you know. What a knockout in the long
grass! No, I'm not telling you her name in case you try to get in on the
act.' Actually, he's probably not like that at all, she mused. He was
twenty-six, she had discovered by asking around discretely, and she was
surprised by his unusual sensitivity and maturity for that age. Well, it
was a nice idea to think about and secretly very pleased that he might want
to see her again, as up till then, she had absolutely no idea how he felt
about her or about what had happened.
As the intervening days passed, Mandy found that she was
thinking increasingly of that moment of intense excitement that he had given
her, of that lean body and how it had satisfied the sensual longings that
had been plaguing her. Until the phone call, the tanning process had gone
on without much incident, but she began to feel the butterflies again each
time she slipped her sunfrock off, especially after the call. Nevertheless,
she had determined that she would ignore the opportunity that he seemed to
be suggesting. Her resolve was somewhat shaken two days earlier when she had
taken a rug out into a paddock, so that she could lie down and more easily
tan all four sides. As she lay on her front, a lump in the ground pressed
firmly into her pelvic area and really began to generate some sexual tension
that did not leave her. By the next day, she found that she had quite
unconsciously begun to think what she would like to do if she went and
realised that she would never be content unless she did. It was a wonderful
experience last time and no harm had come from it. Chances of it happening
again in the future were not great, as he would probably leave the district
and marry some lucky young woman. But, once she accepted that she had really
made the decision in her mind, she was open to the delicious sensation of
anticipation and the excitement of plotting what she might do.
She hopped on the bike and drove purposefully to the end
of the farm. By now, her excitement was so intense that she wondered if she
might have an orgasm on the way. How would they meet? What would they do?
Stand and stare at each other? Converse normally? Immediately engage in a
mad frenzy? The scenarios were legion. Throw themselves into an embrace of
kissing from which clothes were ripped off, or should she start where it all
began, by arriving early and being in the pool as on the first occasion.
This was probably the safest option. Of course, he may be just unsure enough
of how he stood with her that he needed some sort of a signal. Surely just
being there was enough?
She arrived at the gate a few minutes before ten and
climbed over the fence and stood at the top of the bank. Her heart leaped -
he was already there, stark naked, standing in water up to his knees. There
were no white patches this time! His lean evenly tanned body glistened as
the water dripped off it and she could see his thigh muscles rippling as he
moved to get a better purchase on the stones. Well, that ruined all her
plans! He saw her arrive and waved and she waved back, then turned and
walked back to the fence to get the rug, umbrella and towels. She carried
these back to the nearest flat area and he watched as she rammed the
umbrella into the ground, opened it up and spread the rug.
OooOOOooo
As he suspected, David was haunted by her image throughout
the year. It hadn't driven him crazy because there had been at various
times, two lovely young students who had distracted him wonderfully. He kept
wondering if it was real or whether he had simply built up some fantasy.
There was no way he was going to go out of his way to see her - that would
be fatal to his resolve not to interfere in her life. Discreet inquiries
had suggested that she was actually in her early forties and that had really
surprised him. Shocked him even. He would have been happier not knowing,
because in his mind, she was ageless.
However, by the time he had been back on the farm for a
few weeks in December, his mind began to focus once again on the image. He
visited the stream twice, once in late December and again in mid January but
the place seemed joyless and barren and evoked no new memories.
His restlessness grew progressively as his uncertainty
about how she later felt, grew. She might have been furious with him by the
time she got home and be ready to take an axe to him the next time he was in
range. Assuming, of course, that she hadn't confessed to husband Tom who
would be only too happy to do it for her. For some months earlier in the
year, he had half expected Tom to turn up on his doorstep breathing fire and
brimstone. He had no right to presume that she would even want to
acknowledge that she had ever met him. Discretion was obviously the order of
the day!
Then it struck him. He could make an approach that she
could ignore if she wanted to. He wouldn't write, that was far too risky
but he could chance a phone call about mid morning, confirm that he was
talking to the right person, and simply say that he would go to the stream
on the date of the anniversary. There would be no need for an answer or any
awkward conversation. The day after his parents left for their holiday, he
poured himself a large scotch and gave it five minutes to boost his courage,
then grabbed the phone book, found the number and dialled it. He was
trembling so much and his throat went so dry, that when she answered he
could hardly speak. She did not sound a bit like his memory of her voice and
he had to ask if it was Mandy. Assured that it was, he blurted out his
message and hung up. The fat was in the fire now. Three anxious weeks to
wait. Then he began to wonder what it was he was trying to do. He could
scarcely claim that he loved her, as he did not know her at all. Did he
really want to apologise to her for using her to satisfy his sexual needs?
Get off the grass! From her perspective, he would hardly be regarded as the
great lover. Slam, bam and thank you Ma'm and he had walked off without
saying a word.
The more he thought about it, the worse it got and
the more embarrassed he felt. The reality was he could not undo the phone
call! The only consolation he could find was that it might satisfy her that
he had contacted her and she could now ignore him. Even peep over the
fence, just to make sure that he was there, so that she could slip away
without dignifying the occasion with any sort of a visible response. Worse,
she might throw stones at him. Still, he deserved whatever she did.
David was so impressed by his memory of her even tan that
he had earlier decided he should match that if only for his own personal
pride and satisfaction and he had spent every spare moment after his parents
had left, getting a tan without burning. It seemed to take days before he
saw any signs of change and he was tempted to give it a real burn up, but he
was too frightened of skin cancer and a peeling skin.
Then came the day. Trepidation almost killed any sexual
urges that had been building up and he pondered on how he might meet or
greet her. After rejecting umpteen ridiculous opening scenarios, he decided
that he would do what he said on the phone. He would visit the stream. In
fact, he would go for a swim as if it was the most natural thing to do on a
hot day. You do not wear a swimsuit in your own private stream, but he
would not move from the point from which he started last time in case he
needed to beat a dignified retreat.
He arrived well before ten and undressed on his side of
the river and slipped into the water. It was lovely and warm although
pretty shallow, barely covering his body when he lay down. He cursed
inwardly as he heard the dying sound of an engine being cut and realised
that he had not heard it approaching. He really did need to shift along a
few metres to the next pool which was just a bit deeper from which he could
watch events unfold. His pulse raced, had she come or was it Tom? He
definitely needed deeper water! He had almost reached the next pool when
he glanced up the bank and saw her standing there looking absolutely radiant
in a simple white strapless dress. It wasn't Tom and she did not look
angry. What a relief! He waved a greeting and was delighted to see her
wave back.
Then David felt sick inside as she turned away and walked out of
sight. So she had only come to the river to satisfy herself that he would
be there! Worse - to suffer the indignity of being caught stark naked. (Why
hadn't he moved faster to that deeper pool?) Well, he had no right to
expect anything else as she had nothing to gain and everything to lose. At
least she had the compassion to acknowledge his presence rather than leaving
him swimming around speculating about how she felt about him. At least she
must have forgiven him and was friendly to the extent of a cheery wave.
That was a relief anyway!
He was just about to plunge into the larger pool when he saw a
movement from the corner of his eye. She had come back and was carrying a
beach umbrella and a rug or something. He watched with growing interest as
she rammed the umbrella pole into the ground raised the canopy. Once the
umbrella was up and the rug spread out to her satisfaction, she turned to
look at him. He hadn't moved as if turned to stone, but he hadn't taken his
eyes off her either. Mandy took off her hat and shook her hair free, then
undid, first one sandal, then the other, which she took off and placed to
one side. "Hello there," he called. "When you turned back I thought you
were saying 'Hi and goodbye' and I was so looking forward to seeing you
again. You have no idea how relieved I was to see you reappear with that
umbrella! Is it OK if I come across?" "Of course," she smiled, and
slowly undid her belt which she tossed to one side, the undid the bow and
pulled the drawstring loose, easing it over her rigid nipples and letting it
drop to the ground. She lazily kicked the dress to one side and then bent
her knees and settled down on the rug, leaning back on her elbows with her
ankles crossed, watching him.
Stone suddenly became flesh again as his dick became erect in an
instant. It was almost more than he could bear. The real image was more
breath taking than the one he had built up in his mind over the last twelve
months. His stomach churned with the excitement and desire she evoked in
him. He stumbled over the stones towards her until he reached the beach and
walked slowly to the rug cursing the indignity of his erection and saved
only by the knowledge that she had already seen him naked before. He knelt
at her feet and looked at her beautiful shoulders and arms. No pressure
indentations from bra straps, no changing skin colour from top to toe. He
looked into her eyes.
He could tell nothing from her look: he certainly could
not tell that she was seething with sexual excitement as she watched this
naked young male with his fine physique walk towards her: that her inward
fire had been fuelled by the outward sign of his desire for her and that she
kept her ankles crossed because she did not want him to see how wet her
vagina was. It was enough that her nipples were as hard as thimbles.
David reached out and touched her foot, so smooth and
perfect. He let his fingers stray around the soft flesh of her ankle and
then grasped it and raised her foot to his lips. She was about to speak but
instead gasped with the shock waves that ran up her leg and fell back onto
the rug as his lips slid onto first one toe then the other, sucking each
gently in turn until finally, they were all in his mouth. Mandy had never
experienced this sensation before and felt as if she was on the brink of a
climax until his lips moved on again, teasing the inside of each ankle and
working their way up the inside of her legs as they began to part. He was
fascinated by the symmetry of her heaving breasts and the prominence of the
large brown nipples. He could hardly wait to swallow them.
Mandy was breathing in gasps, thinking she should stop
this, her arms outstretched sideways gripping handfuls of the rug. Then the
impossible happened. His mouth reached her vagina and before she could move,
his hands grabbed each buttock and his tongue plunged inside her. She let
out a surprised yelp as a preliminary climax overtook her, then lost all
sense of what was happening, as wave after wave of fiery blood surged
through her body, and as his tongue sought out the magic spot inside her and
his teeth loved her clitoris. Her arms tensed, her back arched and she
yelled as a muscle stretching orgasm rocked her like a bomb blast. Totally
disoriented, she lay there gasping not knowing how to get herself together,
when she became vaguely aware of a new sensation sending darts of flame
through her nervous system. His tongue was tracing a path up her navel and
finally reached the object of desire as they closed over first one nipple,
then the other. Nipping each lightly, sent more waves through an otherwise
ravaged system and she found that she was building up to another climax.
This time there was an urgency in his approach, his kiss
was fierce when he reached her lips and he was able to slip his dick into
her flooded vagina so that she scarcely noticed. But as he pressed it to its
full depth, his own built up tension became so uncontrollable, that he gave
three deep thrusts and had an orgasm that he thought would blind him. White
lights flashed before his eyes, his whole pelvis seemed to be in exquisite
pain as his juice of life jetted from him.
Mandy was once again in a high state of tension, this time
from her clitoris which had been heavily massaged three times, and when she
felt his orgasm begin, it triggered another breathtaking climax of her own,
shorter but more intense than the first, if that was possible. They lay
together absolutely spent and breathless, each enjoying the pleasure of the
ripples of after-shocks that coursed through their bodies and in the
knowledge that was no hurry this time. He rolled onto his back pulling her
over on top of him and locked his legs around hers, clamping her vagina
tightly onto his now flexible dick. Her breasts swayed gently above him,
and her still erect nipples brushed through the hair on his chest. He pulled
her head down and kissed her gently letting his tongue explore her mouth,
run over her teeth and tangle with her tongue. They had never had time to do
anything as leisurely as that before!
What an experience, she thought as she began her own
exploration of his lips and tongue. Two orgasms within five minutes! Her
skin was alive with nerve endings tingling from the pressure of his skin
wherever it touched, which was pretty well everywhere, since they were
pressed together like dried flowers in a book. His fingers kneaded her
bottom and brushed the skin on her back as their lips played with each
other.
Almost at the same instant, they realised that neither had
spoken a word and each started to speak. "Go on," he said. "I was going to
say that for a young man, you are a remarkable lover," she breathed. "Just
seeing you again drove me crazy," he replied truthfully.
She sat back, astride him, drawing her knees up on each side of him and
wriggled her pelvis just to remind him that he was still inside her. She
could feel his juice running out onto the rug but at this moment she could
not have cared about anything. She tried contracting her inner muscles a
few times and thought that she was getting some reaction. Young men could
recover astonishingly quickly she thought. So she wriggled and squirmed and
moved up and down a bit just to tease him and was certain that he was
beginning to swell again.
"I wasn't going to come here today, you know - when you first phoned!"
"What changed your mind then?" "I'm not sure exactly, because you need to
understand that I regarded our first meeting and all that followed as a ....
as an aberration, where a peculiar set of circumstances - you know - how
I was feeling and how I slipped on the stones - allowed an otherwise
happily married woman, to do what I did. Occasionally I become sexually
aroused in a mild sort of way, just pottering around the farm, but, my
fantasies do not include other men and never one night stands!"
David stroked her back as he pondered on how close he had come to giving her
a real problem with her own standards of behaviour and her conscience. "
Even though it was one of the most incredible experiences that I have ever
had, later on I was really quite worried about the effect that it might have
had on your relationship with your husband. I must say I wasn't thinking of
anything like that at the time - just that you were the most desirable
creature that I had ever seen. And it was OK for me, because I had no
commitments and was able to ride off into the sun. I think that it was not
knowing that made me phone again in the hope that I would get some
reassurance that you were alright."
She leant forward and ran the palms of her hands up his chest and kissed him
gently, her breasts pressing into his chest. " You are a very sweet and
considerate young man," she offered, "and to answer your first question, I
must say that I was touched by the fact that you let me know that you
remembered the anniversary in a way that didn't compel me to make any
decision at the time. I thought that was nice of him, and put it out of my
mind. The only trouble was, that after a few days, I realised that it kept
slipping back into my mind increasingly frequently - especially if anybody
mentioned 'the river' or if I had to go down to that end of the farm. He
tried to raise his head so that he could kiss her nipples but could not
reach while he was still inside her so he cupped her breasts in his hands
and twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Still sensitive
from their previous excitement, they responded immediately by stiffening and
she felt a stirring of within herself. As she leaned forward, she gained
added stimulation since her clitoris was pressing on his pelvic area. Mandy
began to contract her vaginal muscles rhythmically and massage his dick and,
as she began to feel it grow within her, she began to rise up and down on
it. If she could have two climaxes, so must he! The silky feeling of her
muscles in her vagina stroking and squeezing him, aroused him quite rapidly
and he found himself handling her breasts in a very vigorous fashion, plying
them first one way, then another, then clamping her nipples between his
finger nails. Mandy had always been very responsive to breast stimulation
and she now found that what had just been mild arousal was beginning to
sweep her into a sudden frenzy. " I think . . . that it must have been . . .
the thought of this . . . that finally tipped me over," she gasped as she
leaned more firmly into his hands. She only thrust herself up and down on
him with four long strokes, when her own orgasm suddenly overtook her and
left her clawing his chest with her fingers as she shuddered and moaned.
By now fully erect, the stimulation and the excitement she had
induced in him with her own orgasm, brought on his own climax, an
uncontrollable reflex thrusting his pelvis upward as if to enter her
completely. His whole lower body was suffused with a sharp tingling
sensation as the involuntary muscle spasm began to relax and he lay there as
if stunned. She slumped forward on to his chest, emotionally spent and
oblivious to the world around her, conscious only of a detached lightness in
her head.
After a few minutes of complete immobility, he began to
gently stroke the back of her neck and fondle the hair around her ears. She
was so still that he thought she must have gone to sleep and was himself,
now so drained and comfortable, that he was struggling to stay awake. "I
think I am beginning to understand the meaning of unbridled passion," he
murmured as he kissed her eyelids and tugged on her earlobes. After about
ten minutes, Mandy finally got her senses back to the present, and became
very conscious of how hot and sticky she was, even in the shade of the
umbrella. Where her skin was pressed against his, it felt red-hot and she
could feel the seminal fluid spreading between them. She stirred lazily in
his arms and declared that she was going for a swim. Getting groggily to her
feet. She wandered off to the deepest pool that she could find and slowly
immersed herself.
After a few more minutes, he roused himself and joined her
in the pool. Although quite warm, the water refreshed him and he found
himself admiring the contour of her breasts, which were now buoyant in the
water, the depth being such that she was kneeling on the bottom with her
head and shoulders out of the water. He knelt in front of her and as he
kissed her, he reached between her legs, slowly inserting first one, then
several fingers inside her as he began to explore her. She stood up and
leaned back against the bank with her eyes closed and her legs splayed as
she basked in the intimacy of his touch and the pleasure points that he
discovered. "You sure know how to turn a girl on!" she giggled as she
enjoyed the electric pulses caused by his finger as it found and ran around
her cervix, and the tingling sensation when he kneaded the point on the
underside her clitoris. He withdrew his fingers and raising her slightly
higher out of the water, thrust his tongue into her. She marvelled at how
stimulating it felt, and after a few minutes, she slipped back into the
water. As she went down again she grasped his dick and pulled him gently to
the surface where she placed her lips over its head.
This was a new experience for David and he sucked in his
breath and made as if the move out of range. Undeterred, she held on more
firmly and drew him right into her mouth. This was a new experience for her
also and she found his somewhat soft and pliable member rather exciting to
suck on. She let her teeth drag across the skin, then used her tongue to
shift it around in her mouth as she might a lollypop. Ooh, this was nice
she thought. David was a bit non-plussed by this turn of events at first,
but reassured by her obvious enthusiasm for her task and thoroughly enjoying
the sensation, placed his cupped hands over her ears and moved her head
backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm. At first nothing happened, but a
slight swelling began after a few minutes to be followed by a definite
tumescence. David groaned with pleasure, "I don't think I can do it again."
At that point, she sat him down in the water, and straddling his legs with
hers, guided his dick inside her. "Of course you can," she said as she put
her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his waist.
With the water nearly up to her armpits, there was
sufficient buoyancy for her to feel as light as a feather on him and it took
only slight effort with his hands on her waist, to have her slip up and down
on him. The sensation was doubly pleasurable as he could also feel her
nipples rubbing on his chest and getting harder. He was also tantalised by
the response he could feel and the build up of excitement that was being
generated within him again.
Mandy was amazed at how exciting she found this movement.
Having already had three orgasms she did not seriously expect to have a
fourth, but the stimulation of her breasts as he pressed into her and the
feel of his stiffening dick began to arouse her yet again. Imperceptibly at
first, then with gathering momentum, pleasurable shock waves began to course
through her body as David increased the tempo of the rhythm. She grasped his
shoulders and leant back on outstretched arms so that she could add her
vigour to the rhythm. Then it came out of the blue as if a physical force
had struck her. The impact made her lose her grip and she felt mentally numb
with the shock. Every nerve ending screamed and she moaned loudly and
uncontrollably several times as wave after wave engulfed her. She was
desperate for everything to stop so that she could get herself together.
Like a roller coaster at the top of the slope, nothing
could stop David's progression to his own climax. He could feel it coming
from the distance and he knew that it only needed that little extra, that
little extra - what was it? He had nothing to left offer but to bounce her
up and down even more vigorously. By now she was leaning back thrusting her
pelvis into him and using her legs to assist the rhythm. As she began to
moan, he knew she could not sustain this any longer when suddenly his whole
body jack-knifed backwards, as a cataclysmic orgasm assaulted him and his
juice of life spurted from him. The only thing holding them together were
her legs around his waist and his dick clamped inside her.
For a moment both went under water until they twisted
sideways and clawed their way to shallower water. His legs refused to work
and trailed along helplessly behind him. Once in shallow water they both
flopped face down on the stones like beached whales, panting helplessly.
After some minutes he told her somewhat ruefully, that he had only intended
to kiss her! "Well," she gasped, "if that was the outcome of an intended
kiss, I'm very glad that you didn't have anything more serious on your
mind!"
David dragged himself to his feet and put his arms under
her and heaved her upright. She felt absolutely leaden and leaned on him as
they walked back to the rug. Without bothering to dry herself, she just
sprawled onto the rug and cradled her head in her arm. David could see that
she was quite exhausted. So he picked up a towel and having roughly dried
his own hair and body, bent down and used that towel to tie around her hair,
then using the other towel, gently began to dry her all over. "You know
Mandy, every nerve ending in my body will want to repeat this over and over
again, but I hear that you have a great husband and a lovely family, so this
is not fair on you or on them over time, so I'll promise to keep out of your
way from now on. But I'll also promise you this though, I will never ever
forget this magic moment." "Thank you David, neither will I," she
breathed. "I really am a one-man woman but you are a hell of a temptation,
and it will be a lot easier not to be tempted!
When he had finished drying her, it seemed the right time
to leave without any silly good-byes, so he just bent down and brushed her
lips with his and whispered that she was absolutely gorgeous and walked away
to collect his clothes. So are you, she said to his retreating form as she
rolled on to her back to watch his lithe body disappearing.
OooOOOooo
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