From: an348913@anon.penet.fi (JohnTif) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Subject: Fond Memories Date: 14 Nov 1995 05:47:53 GMT Organization: rec.arts.erotica immoderation Message-ID: <489ai9$f4@netaxs.com> Archive-name: fond-memories This story is intended for adult consumption and enjoyment. If you're not an adult or are easily offended by the frank discussion of sexual matters, please leave now. If you are an adult, "..partake and drink deeply of life" Fond Memories. By John He slowly walked into the his mountain home, the aches of a long and frustrating day at the office pulsing through his body with every stride. Bill tossed his jacket down on a chair, loosened his tie and put on a relaxing classical piece on the cd player. As the soft strains of strings drifted gently throughout the apartment the tensions of the day began to dissipate. Bill took off his shirt and pants, and searched his dresser for a loose pair of sweats. Pulling the sweats out of the drawer, he shimmied out of briefs and enjoyed the cool air-conditioned air across his body before pulling on the sweats. Bill raised his hands slowly over his head, feeling the full stretch loosen and relax his upper body. With his hands extended, he arched his back, reaching for the sky before stepping forward into a deep lunge. From the lunge, he dropped his upper body to the ground, his cheek resting next to his foot as the muscles loosened all up and down his body. The tight, corded muscles of his groin slowly relaxed and his breathing deepened down into his stomach. Bill worked through the same stretch on the other side of his body and went on through a series of moves designed to loosen and relax his whole body. the cares of the day went out the window as he dropped into the sensual feeling of concentrating only on the messages of his body. His mind became calm and thoughts of his love, Ann came to mind. After the workout, Bill stripped out on his sweats in the living room and walked naked to the shower. Turning on the shower high and hot, Bill stepped into the scalding water and began to soap himself clean. As he slowly lathered his body, working the soap into his firm muscle, thoughts of Ann continued to drift across his mind like cottonwoods shedding their seeds in spring. An image of her slowly drifted into focus, lying asleep in the morning sun. Her honey- brown hair mused is from the night, spread across the cream colored linen pillow. A shy little girl smile is on her thin lips. One breast is uncovered, its rose colored nipple placid, exposed to the red glow of dawn. The sheets from the bed are draped over just one leg and her womanhood. Her other leg, long, lean and muscled, lies diagonally across the spot that Bill just left. With the sheets covering her in this way, Bill always becomes aroused, the idea of hidden riches awaiting to be discovered fascinating to him. As this image lodged in Bill's awareness during the shower, he could feel his dick begin to swell and lengthen. He slowly used some of the soap already coating his slippery body and pressed his hard dick into his stomach, slowly rubbing his hand up and down the underside of its' length. He could feel his arousal build, gathering energy from his shoulders to his toes, slowly working and building as he massaged his manhood. His breath started coming in gasps as his hand increased its pressure and speed, still pressing his erect penis against his stomach as he ran it up and down the underside. As the pressure built inside of him, Bill forced himself to stop massaging his dick and finish his shower. He didn't want to come so soon after a long day of work and frustration. He wanted to treat himself and his memories of Ann to a deep, satisfying release. He stepped out of the shower, his manhood still jutting out in front of him, harder for the waiting, and slowly dried himself off. Still naked, Bill walked out to the living room to check his answering machine for messages. After listening to his boss ask for yet another weekend of overtime, he was tempted to turn the machine off and just go to cook dinner. But habit is a hard thing to break and he continued to listen. After two calls trying to sell him insurance and vinyl siding, he heard a familiar, husky feminine voice which renewed his fading hard-on. "Hi honey, it's your better half. Denny, poor deluded girl that she is, bit off more than she could chew out her in San Fran. It looks like I'm not going to make it home this weekend. The presentation is on Monday and we're not half finished. Important account and all that rot." "I miss you. I'm thinking about you every night after I get back to the hotel >from dinner. Remember last spring when we made love at the lake. It was the first time that you ever played with my asshole. I came through the roof when you did that, quite a surprise. I hope that you're alone when you listen to this, if not I might die of embarrassment!" "Love you very much, I think that I'm going go to the ladies room and relieve some of this ...Tension. Bye!" Bill's dick was rock hard again, the idea of waiting until after dinner to pleasure himself having fled with the last beep on the phone machine. Bill walked to the window, and opened it to the cool evening air. As the mountain breeze washed over his body, Bill's thoughts drifted back to spring at the lake. Bill sat down in front of the window and slowly began to caress his body as his mind pictured Ann at the lake. It was the first warm weekend day of the year, Bill and Ann had hoped into the car and driven upstate to their favorite secluded lake for a picnic. Ann was wearing a sleeveless, cotton blouse and a pair of white canvas shorts. As they drove up the road the wind would blow in the window and lift the blouse away from Ann's chest, revealing her pear sized breasts with no bra constraining them. Bill slowly began to stroke his own chest as this image came through his mind. He wet one finger and began to circle his left nipple, slowly teasing it to a hardness to match the one between his legs. He remembered that Ann had caught him staring at her braless breasts through the armhole of her blouse. A small, secretive smile played across face as she said, "Keep your eyes on the road, big fellow." She then slowly undid one more clasp on her shirt, staring him in the eyes the whole time. Her nipples sprang to hardness, their rose-colored points pushing out the fabric of her shirt. Bill began to slowly milk his own nipples as he thought of this in the living room. As they drove down the road, Ann would slowly brush the front of her chest "accidentally" when ever she saw Bill glance her way. A flush was slowly spreading over her features, starting at her ears and traveling down to the collar line and beyond,. Bill wanted to see just how far it actually went and was blatantly staring as Ann unbuttoned the last of her shirt and took it off. "I just have to take this off now, it seems that the temperature has definitely risen. You must be sooo... uncomfortable in those shorts," she said reaching out to caress his leg, almost causing him to run the car off the road. As he remembered, Bill's hand slowly drifted own his chest, lingering in circles over his sensitive stomach and moved down to caress the tender, inside part of his thighs in slow, fingertip brushing strokes, up and down, up and down, never quite touching his sac. When they arrived at the lake, Bill could barley walk upright for the stiffness in his shorts. He bent over to kiss Ann, only to have her turn away and begin to carry the picnic gear to beach, not bothering to put on her blouse again. As she walked to the shore, her breasts bounced free and easy in the spring sun, her nipples lengthening even more. Not to be out done, Bill stripped out of his shorts and briefs quickly and followed Ann to the shore. When Ann set down the basket and turned around, a small gasp escaped her as he saw Bill's dick casting a shadow on the sand. A flush spread from her face down her rich breasts and to waistband of her shorts. Bill, deciding to play it cool, headed back to the car for the cooler. When he came back, he saw Ann was wearing nothing but the sunlight as she bent over to arrange the picnic blanket. As his memories became more vivid, Bill took his hard dick in his hand and began to slowly stroke it, continuing what he had begun in the shower earlier. A drop of precum slowly leaked out of the tip as his excitement increased. He rubbed it around the sensitive ridge of his dick, drawing his finger from the top, all the way along the vein on the underside, down to his asshole. He took his other hand, licked his finger, and slowly began to work it in and out of his ass. His breathing became more rapid as he continued to think about what happened that day in the sun. Ann was making motions of straightening out the blanket, standing there, naked as the day she was born, bent over in front of Bill. She knew that he was watching, but made the motions seem ordinary and everyday. The contrast between mundane and erotic drove Bill's excitement. He stripped off his shirt and walked up behind Ann, who was still bending over, and began to kiss the back of her neck and the top of her ears. Ann just stopped what she was doing and enjoyed the feeling of Bill's kisses as his hands began to wander to her breasts. He continued to kiss her as he fondled her breasts, feeling their warmth from the spring sun. His hand slowly worked its way down between her legs, where he was greeted with a wonderful feeling, Ann was fully and completely wet, the moisture was running down her legs as a result of the drive up and the constant teasing that they had been giving each other. Bill's strokes of his erection now were rapid fire as he tried to time his orgasm tonight with the one that he remembered last spring. He was breathing in gasps, his eyes tightly closed and the muscles on his chests and legged standing out in cords. He remembered slowly sinking his dick into Ann's waiting cunt with no effort. She gasped and started to come immediately. He froze and shorted out her orgasm, asking her if she was ready for something new. "Yes!" she tried to scream, but it only came out as a breathy moan. Bill slowly slid his finger into Ann's hot cunt next to his erection, stroking both her and himself. He coated his finger with Ann's juices and massaged the inside of her womanhood slowly. He brought her to the brink twice and stopped, his hand becoming coated with her juices. He took his finger out of her and slowly started to massage her asshole, something he had never had the courage to do before. His passion allowed him to do it now as he inserted first one, then two fingers into her virgin ass. He could feel his dick in her cunt through the walls of her ass as began a slow rhythm, first with his fingers, then with his dick, then with both at the same time. Ann slowly sank to her knees in front Bill, clasping him in tight so he would follow her down without slipping out. As they went to the ground, she was gasping and moaning, calling out his name over and over again. Her moans turned to shrieks as Bill plunged away, one continual scream of "YES!!!!!!!!!" Bill continued to massaged his dick through the walls of her womanhood as his thrusts increased their speed and frenzy. When he came it was like someone had pulled all the bones and muscle out of his body and sent it rushing through his hard dick. Ann's climax was not just one, but a continued series that kept on building in intensity and duration. Her contractions milking the last drops of cum out of Bill's dick. As Bill remembered his orgasm of last spring and the rapture on Ann's face afterward, he came hard and strong in the living room. His cum flying to is chest as a wave of redness passed before his eyes and he went dizzy. Spurt after spurt flew out of his dick as he thought of his lover and their time together. As he caught his breath and his pulse slowly returned to normal, Bill scooped some of his cum up on his fingers and tasted it before he drifted off to sleep, thinking of Ann's return on Monday. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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