Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner
Chapters: 15-16 (of 20)
Author: Dai_wakizashi
Universe: Tfauc
Summary:  Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and 
people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey.
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama
Status: in progress
Revision: 2.0

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              TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER  [Tfauc]



CHAPTER - 15: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of



I closed the door, and turned to find Sarah moving into my arms. 
She hooked her hands around my neck, pulling me for a kiss. As 
she checked out my tonsils, she pushed me till my back was 
against the door, and plastered her body over mine, rubbing 
herself against me.

When we surfaced from the kiss, she said, "Finally, I have you 
where I want you."

Giving me a soft kiss, she moved her hand down to work on my 
belt, before I realized what she was doing. By the time our kiss 
ended, she had my belt loose, the button open, and was pulling 
the zipper down. She put her hand on my chest, pushing me gently 
but firmly against the door, while her other hand was busy 
stroking my cock in my boxers. She moved to kneel in front of me, 
and pulled my jeans and boxers down in a single move, surprising 
me again by her passion. I could hear her panting and wondered if 
she would rape me there, but she just knelt in front of me, 
looking at my cock. Holding the shaft gently with one hand, she 
leaned in for a lick, while her other hand moved to cup my balls. 
I didn't want to interrupt her, but I was thinking we could do 
this in more comfortable circumstances. After a few teasing 
licks, she let go of my cock and pulled my boxers and jeans back 
up, while she rose from her kneeling position.

Her actions surprised me again, but before I could voice my 
question she said, "I just wanted to have a look and I couldn't 
wait. Now, I want to go to the bathroom and take out my tampon. I 
expect you to walk in on me."

_Wow! She really wants to play out the whole scenario._

"Mmmm. Good plan, Sarah. Very good plan."

She gave a big grin. "I thought so, too," she replied, her eyes 
aflame with arousal. "Give me two minutes."

We walked the short hall, and she went into the bathroom. I 
continued to her bedroom, and took off my jacket and shirt, 
placing them on a chair. I took of my belt, since I didn't want 
it to slow us down. After getting my hard-on in a comfortable 
position, I zipped up and buttoned my jeans. I waited another 
minute to give time to Sarah. I closed her bedroom door firmly, 
so that Sarah would know I would be arriving, and be ready to get 
into position for the encounter. I suspected she would be sitting 
on the toilet cover, with her jeans and panties at her ankles, 
like she had been that day.

I opened the door casually and there she was, in exactly the same 
position; jeans and panties around her ankles, knees spread wide, 
head bent, looking down, and her hand busy at her vagina. When 
she heard the door open she looked up. The only difference 
between the last time and now was the unadulterated lust in her 
eyes, instead of the shock she had had then.

Before I entered the bathroom I was already hard with 
expectation, and now, my erection throbbed as the memory of 
teenage years rushed in like a freight train. This wasn't just 
déjà vu. It was more than that, and the effects unexpected. 
Taking a trip down memory lane was something I was used to. And, 
with my memory, my trips had always been special. But this was 
beyond that, helped along with the awakening of memories of that 
particular teenage moment. It was like traveling back in time. It 
probably took me half a minute, before I remembered where I was, 
although it felt like ages passed. The resulting effect on her 
was something incredible, sucking her into the scene. If I had 
tried play acting, my reaction wouldn't have the same realistic 
effect on her.

Her hands were still at her pussy, fingers of one hand keeping 
her labia apart, giving me a good view of her moist pink flesh. 
She was holding the string of the tampon with her other hand, the 
end of tampon barely visible. I moved and knelt before her wide 
splayed legs, keeping eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't know the toilet was occupied." After 
a pause, I continued, "You seem to be in trouble. Can I help?"

She nodded her head, hesitantly, and chewed her lips like a 
scared young girl.

I kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be 
careful. I won't hurt you."

She nodded again in the same apprehensive manner, and I caressed 
her cheek. Playing her role to the hilt, she seemed to relax a 
bit, and this time I kissed her on her lips. It was a chaste 
kiss, and she sighed softly. Except for her breathing and the 
lust in her eyes, we were playing the 'what could have been' to 
perfection.

"Please keep your fingers in position and lean back, so I can 
have a good look."

She nodded her understanding. Her face was flushed, and it looked 
as if she was embarrassed, but we both knew it was from her 
building excitement and the anticipation of the moment. I knelt 
and, leaning in, took a good look. The moment evoked strange 
feelings; I was looking at a grown up woman, but it felt like I 
was looking at teenage girl flesh. The clean shaven labia, and 
the little bit of pubic hair on top of her mons gave that eerie 
effect. Gently I took the string to the tampon from her hand, and 
gave a gentle tug to get a feel, as if I was scared of hurting 
her. From the little pull I exerted, I knew she was deliberately 
squeezing her pussy muscles, giving the impression that it was 
stuck inside. I chuckled internally at her antics, but it was 
quite arousing when I thought about the situation, and how it 
could have turned out so many years ago if we both had been more 
experienced and daring. The thought sent a new surge of 
excitement, and I felt my cock throb with the sudden rush of 
fresh blood to my lower regions.

"Sarah, honey. It's kind of stuck there, and if I try to pull it, 
it will hurt you," I said softly.

She nodded, and her forehead crinkled with apprehension. She 
hesitantly asked, "W-What can we do?"

She was good.

"You need to relax, Sarah. You're too tense, and your little box 
is tense as well."

"This never happened before. I can't seem to relax."

"I think I can help you relax. But you have to trust me. I won't 
hurt you. Do you understand, Sarah?"

"I trust you, Mitch. What are you going to do?"

I gave a long, soft kiss, and asked, "Do you like kissing like 
this?"

She nodded with a smile.

"I'm going to kiss you like that... down there. Do you think you 
will enjoy that?"

"Some girls say their boyfriends do something like that. Isn't it 
dirty or gross?"

"No, Sarah. It's not dirty. You're beautiful down there, and I 
would love to do that for you. It will feel great and make you 
relax. May I try? Please?"

She nodded hesitantly, and her color deepened, caught in the 
excitement of the moment. Then she asked, "You're going to make 
me cum with your mouth, aren't you?"

At her question, I looked at her and said, "Yes, Sarah. I would 
like to try to do just that. Can I have another kiss before I 
start?"

I rose up without waiting for her answer, and she grabbed my 
head, locking her lips without hesitation. We enjoyed a clumsy 
kiss, like teenagers, but the effect was magic. When our kiss 
ended, she was breathing hard, but more relaxed and excited.

I knelt down in front of her splayed legs, gazed at her pussy, 
and mumbled, "You're beautiful, Sarah. I think you'll taste sweet 
as well."

First, I touched her flesh with my lips softly, and then slowly 
started to lick the inner lips, from bottom to top. Despite the 
tampon she was juicing up plenty. After a few licks I looked up, 
and she had her eyes closed, panting softly, her nose flaring. 
Sensing that I stopped attending to her pussy, she opened her 
eyes, and looked at me.

"Do you like it?"

Her answer was much more enthusiastic than her earlier replies. 
"It feels good. You really don't mind doing that?"

"Sarah you taste great. Just as I hoped. I'm really going to 
enjoy doing this. Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself. It 
will feel much better in a short while."

She closed her eyes, waiting for me to continue, her breathing 
getting heavier. I started to lick her again, while applying 
little pulls to the string, tugging at her tampon to stimulate 
her channel, but softly enough so that the tampon stayed inside 
her. After a while, she started moaning, and she removed the hand 
which held her labia open, letting my hand take over. When I 
looked up, she had her hand under her sweater, busy playing with 
her tits. When I started to lick around her clitoris she gave a 
soft scream, her thighs starting to tremble, and her hips working 
to get more of my tongue action on her pussy.

I kept teasing her, instead of trying to bring her over, and her 
screams changed to needy wails. I wanted her to ask for it. 
Finally, she couldn't help herself and she started to beg, 
"Please, Mitch... it's so good... please, do me... do it to me... 
I'm almost there. Make me cum."

I stopped what I was doing, and looked at her. When she felt me 
stop, she opened her eyes. She was needy, but not like the last 
time, and she still had her wits. Falling back into her role, she 
begged, "Please, Mitch. You promised you would kiss me there 
until I cum. Please. Do it."

"I will, Sarah. I want you to pull up your sweater. I want to see 
your tits."

She acted a bit self-conscious and shy, when she heard my 
request, but when I didn't continue to lick and kept teasing her 
with my fingers, she lifted her sweater up, displaying a 
beautiful set of tits. They were perfectly shaped, firm, slightly 
pendulous due to their size but without being saggy. They were 
conical towards the tip. A set of pink, very erect, puffy nipples 
adorned the tips of them, standing at attention in the middle of 
crinkly, darker areola.

"They're beautiful, Sarah."

They begged to be kissed, so I rose up to lick from the underside 
to the top, and circled the nipple before sucking it, getting a 
nice moan for my efforts. Repeating the same action on her other 
breast, I moved for a kiss and we had a hot and wet kiss, Sarah 
licking her juices from my lips and then sucking my tongue. My 
finger was busy at her pussy, playing with the hood of her 
clitoris, trying to keep her on edge, making her gasp and pant 
into my mouth. After the kiss, I revisited her tits, before 
traveling further down to her pussy, leaving a wet trail, while 
my hands took over from where my lips left, at her tits, playing, 
kneading and teasing her flesh, pulling on her nipples.

Back at her pussy, I gently sucked her clitoris, which had come 
out from its protective hood. As I had noticed before, it was 
pretty large, like a small penis. I wondered if that's why she 
was so hot and horny. As I sucked her clit, her hips came up, 
thighs trembling, and she started to wail her pleasure. Keeping 
one hand on her tit, I moved my other hand down to pull on the 
string to stimulate her, as she neared her peak. The combination 
of my efforts sucking and licking her clitoris, and the rhythmic 
pull I applied on the string had her on the brink in a few 
minutes. Wrapping the excess length of the string around my 
finger until I felt the bottom of the tampon at the tip of my 
finger, I got ready to bring her over.

I started to lick around her clit in circles, then applied gentle 
suction and nipped it very lightly a few times, while I started 
to work her nipple, which had swelled between my fingers. As she 
screamed her release, I started to pull the tampon with the 
string and pushed it back with the tip of my finger, while 
sucking her clit, driving her crazy, her short but sharp screams 
echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. As her screams 
tapered off to occasional moans, I slowly pulled the tampon, 
drawing out the last dregs of pleasure from her trembling, 
shaking body. As the tampon came out, it was followed by a little 
flood of her juices trapped behind it. Taking care not to over 
stimulate her clitoris, I locked my lips around her labia and 
worked my tongue at the entrance to her channel, with occasional 
swipes along the length of her slit, reaching her clitoris. She 
started to thrash again, but, to my surprise, I didn't have much 
difficulty keeping up with her movements. Then I realized one of 
my knees was on the crotch of her jeans and panties, pooled 
around her feet, effectively trapping her into position. She had 
no way to escape my attention, except wiggling her ass or raising 
it up a limited distance.

Since she was still hot, and moving along to a second orgasm, I 
decided to go the whole distance. I dropped the tampon on the 
floor, and slowly worked a finger into her channel vacated 
recently by the tampon, while my tongue got busy over the hood of 
her clit; the bottom of my tongue making gentle swipes over the 
hood and exposed part of her clit. Adding a second finger, I 
rotated them and formed a hook, searching for her ON switch. I 
was pretty careful, after the experience I had had with Dana in 
my first test of that technique. I didn't want to lose a tooth or 
get my lips cut with a sudden reaction. Still, when I first 
touched it by accident, Sarah lurched up. Luckily her movements 
were very much restricted by her pants and my knee.

My upper body prevented her from locking her legs around my head, 
even though she tried to close her legs instinctively. As I 
rubbed her special spot, she tried to take a deep breath, 
probably to scream her head off, however she was having 
difficulty breathing, panting and gasping. For a moment I was 
scared she would faint from lack of oxygen. The way she 
struggled, and thrashed on the toilet seat, the way her body 
trembled, made me wonder if she was slowly suffocating. Just as I 
was deciding to give her a break, I felt her diaphragm expand, 
and a few seconds later she exhaled slowly, with a wail that 
sounded like a wounded animal. She tried to push me away from her 
pussy, but I wanted to drag out her pleasure. I eased my rubbing 
but kept up on her clitoris. Her fingers grabbed my hair, pulling 
me hard against her pussy and she shrieked. A few seconds later, 
her fingers relaxed their hold, and I eased up on her clitoris 
which was starting to recede back under the hood. I kept rubbing 
her spot, trying to keep her at the peak, but her channel was 
gripping my fingers hard, fluttering and made it difficult to 
keep in position. I tried slow strokes as she started to come 
down, feeling her snug channel work its magic, trying to suck the 
invaders in, and swallow them. Her belly kept trembling, the 
stomach muscles doing double time, flexing with the after effects 
of her orgasm.

I kept kissing and licking her inner lips and labia, as I 
withdrew my fingers, releasing another small flood of her juices. 
I was amazed by the amount of fluids she seemed to produce. When 
I looked up, her back was on the small reservoir, her had thrown 
back, resting on the wall, and her eyes were squeezed shut from 
the pleasure. She was breathing hard, but it was slowing down. 
For a moment I felt guilty that I worked her body so hard, but I 
was sure she enjoyed herself, and the fantasy play probably 
enhanced her experience. I knew I enjoyed the whole thing. If we 
had able to do something when we were young, we probably would 
have messed it up. Now, it had been perfect. I realized I still 
had one hand on her tit, and was squeezing her flesh hard in my 
excitement, trying to pleasure her as much as possible, so I 
eased my hold and caressed the soft flesh gently trying to sooth 
it. When I lifted my hand off her tit, I saw the imprint of my 
fingers. I must have been squeezing it quite brutally.

I rose up and slowly kissed her belly, making my way back to her 
tits, and paid extra attention kissing her bruised tit, before 
moving to kiss her. When she felt my face near her and smelled 
her own womanly scent on my lips, my moustache and beard, her 
nose flared, and her eyes opened. I waited until she managed to 
focus on my face. Even though she had two hard orgasms, she 
seemed to feed on the pleasure. There was still unburned passion 
in her eyes, softened quite a bit with the pleasure she had 
experienced. She would be ready to go again in a short while, 
unless of course her heart gave out under the strain. For a 
moment I was taken aback by her appetite and energy, scared that 
she would eat me alive during the night. However, it was a short-
lived fright, her lust turning me on and my own unsatisfied lust 
rising up, overcoming the fear.

_I think this is going to be one memorable night. I wonder if 
we'll survive each other or this experience._

As she regained control of her breathing, she licked her lips, 
and then asked, "God, what were you trying to do? Kill me?"

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"No."

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, but I would try to make you 
come," I teased her.

"You rat. You call that trying to make me come? I was dying. I 
thought my heart would burst or get sucked out of my pussy."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Sarah," I replied softly.

She was going to give me a snappy reply, but then her expression 
softened, and she kissed me. "Thank you, Mitch. It was exquisite. 
It was beyond my expectations. It wouldn't have been anywhere 
close if we had done something, anything, at the time; 
inexperienced and shy as we were then."

"I enjoyed it as much as you, Sarah. As you said, I doubt I would 
have been able to bring you pleasure then. Thank you for giving 
both of us the opportunity."

We shared a long kiss, and she worked her tongue inside my mouth, 
working me up. The way she worked her lips and tongue, she was 
letting me know that she was going to suck me dry. Just the 
thought of her lips wrapped around my cock was enough to drive me 
crazy, after the way she kissed.

"Don't you feel thirsty? I think you should have a glass or two 
of water. You lost a lot of fluids," I reminded her.

"Thanks to you, there isn't a drop of liquid left in my body," 
she retorted. "I love tasting myself on your lips, on your 
tongue. It makes me horny."

Putting her words into action she kissed me again, licking my 
lips and collecting her oils from my moustache. I moved my hand 
to check her pussy, and I felt her moisture seeping between the 
open lips of her labia, surprised again by how she seemed to 
produce so much liquid. She felt what I was doing, and smiled, 
and when I showed her my wet finger, she said, "OK. You don't 
have to rub my nose in it. I might have some fluids left in my 
body."

"I'd rather rub my tongue in it," I quipped, before adding, "I'm 
not saying anything. I'm just surprised how wet you are, not that 
I'm complaining. It's quite a turn on."

"Yeah, stud. You make me wet my panties," she retorted. Then, she 
took my hand, and licked my fingers that had been in her pussy, 
sucking them clean, while giving me a lecherous smile.

In a more serious tone she said, "It helps during sex. I'm lucky 
that I'm not excessively wet during normal times. It can be a 
problem, causing a yeast infection or something if I'm not 
careful. Sometimes, I have to use a tampon or a panty liner, but 
except when I'm hot and horny I'm not that wet."

"Well, you were hot and horny, but I didn't see any panty liners 
or tampons tonight," I asked, my curiosity getting the better of 
me.

"Ahh. That's a secret. I wanted you to feel and smell a woman in 
heat. I told you I lusted after you and I pulled all the stops, 
except..."

"Except?"

"After what Kathy told me, I promised myself I wasn't going to 
try anything, if you said no because of your girl friend. Fun is 
fun, lust is lust, but friendship and love are too important to 
throw aside because you want to have fun or satisfy your lust. I 
admit I worked you up, but I didn't hear anything from you asking 
me to slow down. I love you, Mitch. Not as in romantic love, but 
as a considerate lover, bed partner, and as my best friend's 
brother. I promised you one night, but until I find my own man, 
you have a standing invitation to share my bed. I could really do 
with a partner like you, but that's something for later, and is 
solely at your discretion. I'm not going to harass you with it. 
Not after what you did. We still have the whole night, and early 
morning to sate our thirst." She finished with a tingling laugh, 
her shaking breasts catching my eye, and reminding me the painful 
hard-on in my pants.

"Can you get me a glass of water. I'm really thirsty, and if I 
try to slake my thirst on something else, I'm afraid I won't 
leave anything in you for the rest of the night," she quipped.

Unfortunately, there was no cup in the bathroom. I had taken the 
only one to her bedroom early on. So, I went to the kitchen and 
grabbed a big glass, and a bottle of water from the fridge, and 
returned to the bathroom. I knew she wanted to complete the whole 
scene from the past with a blowjob in the bathroom, before we 
retired to her bedroom for the rest of the festivities, which 
suited me fine. I was close to bursting out with need also, the 
excitement of the whole scene, and pleasuring her kept me from 
focusing on my own needs. However, knowing what was coming made 
me realize my own pent up lust.

After she finished two glasses of water, she was looking forward 
to the next phase of our little scenario. Sitting up, she pulled 
me close, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Then 
with deft little moves she slid my jeans and boxers down, 
releasing my hard cock.

The tip was already wet, leaking some precum and she gave a quick 
lick, tasting it, before looking up at me. "You're pretty close, 
aren't you?" she asked.

"Yep. I got worked up pretty good. I don't think I'll last too 
long."

"Hmm... I don't want you to shoot off too soon. I can take the 
edge off, but..."

"But?"

"It involves a little bit of pain, and I don't want to do that 
just because I want to enjoy sucking you longer."

"What kind of pain?"

"A little flick on your testicles, and I will also press at the 
root, but that doesn't really hurt. The flick on the testicles 
will hurt, momentarily, and as a man you should know how 
sensitive the testicles are. I don't really want to do that 
Mitch, just to enjoy sucking you. I think you will enjoy it 
whether it's short or long. But, I know I will give you a lot of 
pleasure if it is longer. As they say, no pain, no gain. Your 
call."

She was smiling when she said it, but I could sense her unease 
and a bit of guilt mixed with what she was suggesting. To ease 
her nerves I kissed her, and then said, "I choose the pain, 
Sarah. We didn't wait this long to waste the opportunity."

On the outside I was calm, but my insides were churning a bit 
with apprehension. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. After all, she 
was a doctor, and knew about pain, and male anatomy. I was going 
to discover how much she knew about male anatomy later.

"Give me another kiss, Mitch," she said, and as I was bending 
over, she flicked with her finger sharply at my testicles, 
catching me with surprise. The pain was sharp, and since I wasn't 
expecting it, I grunted, although it wasn't as bad as I thought 
it would be. Then she pressed at the root of my shaft, and 
combined with the after effects of the throbbing pain that was 
receding, they worked perfectly to take the edge off my immediate 
problem. I saw her eyes getting moist, and I shook my head. 
Leaning in whispered, "It wasn't that bad, Sarah. You distracted 
me nicely, and caught me by surprise."

Giving her a long kiss, I looked in her eyes, and she seemed to 
get over her initial discomfort.

"Are you going to kiss and heal me now?" I asked, with a grin.

That had the desired effect, eliciting soft laughter. "Oh, yes. 
I'm going to play doctor with you."

For the next twenty minutes, she tortured me with her velvet 
mouth and tongue, taking me to the edge then back several times. 
After the first ten minutes my legs were shaking, and after 
another five minutes, I was gritting my teeth. Her tongue was 
hard, and rough, her mouth sucking hard, then her tongue was 
light as a feather, the suction soft, teasing, the lips 
caressing, their touch almost non-existent, sliding over the 
length of my shaft. She got my balls simmering then almost 
boiling, before she let them cool off to get them simmering 
again, taking me to the edge over and over. I've never been 
tortured in such an exquisite manner. Changing her position, she 
aligned her throat and opened it up, swallowing my cock 
completely to the balls, the glans lodged inside her throat, as 
she worked her muscles there, working on the sensitive underside 
of the glans and all around it. Pulling out, she applied soft 
teasing suction, and repeated her deep throating. When she felt 
me draw close, she eased up on her ministrations, or pressed at 
the root of my shaft.

When I looked down, I saw her watching me closely, enjoying the 
torture she was putting me through, her eyes laughing, teasing. 
She was having a great time making love to my cock. As I gritted 
my teeth, feeling the simmering in my balls slowly coming to a 
boil again, she eased up on her suction, and started to deep 
throat me. When I drew even closer, she went back to applying her 
lips gently around my shaft, sliding it between them, over her 
tongue, while she gently sucked. She used her fingers of one hand 
on my shaft, milking my shaft, while her other hand cradled my 
balls, rolling my nuts, and tickling my sack. Her tongue kept 
teasing the sensitive underside, helping to milk my cock. When 
she released me from her lips for a moment, I caught sight of my 
dick. The head was an angry looking purple, swollen, and after a 
tentative lick around it, she took it in her mouth again. My legs 
were starting to shake with the strain, and I was getting 
desperate to come.

Little by little, she drew my pleasure out, her tongue and mouth 
became ever softer, teasing. I knew when I came it was going to 
be special. I just hoped my legs didn't give up first. As the tip 
of my cock hardened more, getting ready to unload, and the little 
hole flared open, she must have felt it throbbing with urgency, 
because the next thing she did was to use her tongue to play with 
the hole, making my balls lurch. Returning to caress the 
underside of the glans, and applying a soft suction, she pushed 
me over the edge. As my come traveled along the shaft, she moved 
her lips over it, letting the underside of my shaft slide over 
her tongue, all the way to the tip, while fondling my balls, and 
making me pump out more. I burst hard and fast in the first few 
seconds, and filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed, before 
continuing with her gentle suction and tongue action to the 
rhythm of my bursts, while playing with my balls, milking the 
rest of my come gently, with exquisite slowness out of my shaft. 
All my feelings were concentrated at that single point in my 
body.

I wasn't sure how long it continued, but she kept up her actions, 
without making me overly sensitive, and it felt like I was 
pouring my insides through my cock. When I stopped pumping, and 
the outflow turned into a trickle, I let out a heavy groan 
through my clenched teeth. As I relaxed my jaw, it hurt, as if it 
was sore, and I realized I must have been gritting my teeth. When 
I managed to gather myself a bit, I realized my cheeks were wet. 
The pleasure had been too much, making me squeeze my eyes shut, 
forcing tears. I tried to massage my jaw and wipe my tears, but 
my legs were shaking like hell, and I was ready to collapse. 
Sarah was cupping my ass trying to support me, while she gently 
nursed on my cock, trying to get the last bit of cum trapped 
within the seminal canal, by milking it along the length of it. 
To steady myself, I had to hold onto her shoulders for a few 
minutes. When I caught my breath, I realized she still had me in 
her mouth, letting my cock rest without stimulating it.

God, the way she sucked me was incredible, and I wondered if I 
would be able to get it hard again tonight. I wiped the tears, 
and massaged my jaw, opening and closing my mouth, trying to 
loosen the muscles.

When she felt I was back to myself, she released me from her 
mouth and looked up. I could see specks of my cum around her 
lips, and chin. Probably my initial explosion had overwhelmed 
her. I had felt the force of the first bursts. At the time, I 
thought my balls would eject from the shaft; it had been that 
intense, even though she had been gently milking my cock as she 
took me over the edge.

Holding onto her shoulders, I knelt in front of her, my legs 
still unsteady after the experience. Once my knees were firmly on 
the floor, I kissed her, hard, then softly. I could taste myself 
in her mouth and on her tongue, but after the pleasure she gave 
me, I didn't mind. When we surfaced, she was smiling, satisfied 
with the pleasure she had given me.

"I thought you wanted to leave something for the rest of the 
night."

"This was just to take the edge off, Mitch," she teased.

"God, Sarah. I thought my balls would melt down and you'd be 
sucking them. One day I want to have children, if you let me keep 
my balls."

"Good. That's almost how it felt with what you did to me."

"So, this was a pay back."

"Ahh, Mitch. After the pleasure you gave me, I wanted to return 
it. Now, we'll take a short break, and I'll feed you a little 
snack to get your strength back."

"You're going to kill me tonight, aren't you?"

"Me? No way. I'm not going to risk that. Not with Kathy watching 
over you. She'd skin me alive," she retorted. "But, you can kill 
me. I'd rather have you kill me than get skinned by her. I'm 
looking forward to your tender mercies."

We shared several kisses, and I teased her breasts, before she 
pulled the hem of her sweater down. Finally catching our breath, 
we pulled up our underwear and jeans, before going to the 
kitchen. I was going to wash my face, but seeing Sarah hadn't, I 
decided to follow suit. It would be dirty, and decadent to sit in 
the kitchen smelling of each other. Taking my shirt and jacket 
off had been a lucky decision, otherwise, back at Kathy's place, 
I would have been a constant target of her teasing about how I 
smelled. If tonight's teasing was an indication, there was no 
need to supply more fuel to the fire.



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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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