Archive-name: SpecMome/walking.txt Archive-author: Wyvern Archive-title: Walking Chapter 1 Bob started walking for exercise a few months ago. His bad right knee and excess baggage around the middle made jogging impossible. His doctor told him that if he didn't get out and do something physical soon he'd never see his 50th birthday. So, he took up walking. Strolling down the street, his Walkman (tm) loaded with his favorite tunes (usually Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Mozart, or Vivaldi), Bob was in his own little world. He began by walking in the evening, but eventually switched to early mornings -- which, as it turns out, was a good idea. It was a Monday morning. Just after 6:00. It was June so there was plenty of daylight. A light shower overnight had left a fresh scent in the air along with cooler temperatures. The sun was shining brightly through the new leaves on the tall trees which bordered Bob's favorite route. Five minutes into his routine, the only person he had seen was the little boy who delivered the papers in his neighborhood. Reaching the end of his outward leg, Bob was just rounding the corner of a little neighborhood store, when he ran smack dab into one of the prettiest women he had ever met, who was headed with just as much determination, if not as much mass, in the opposite direction. The resulting collision became an historic event. "Oooff" "Hey! Are you all right?" He had instinctively grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her from falling down, and so now, he held her at arms length. This gave him a moment to look at her, and fall in love. She was beautiful. Rich brown hair, tied back with a terry headband, cascaded down her shoulders. A pretty, friendly, face with bright brown eyes. Lovely skin, slightly flushed with the exertion of exercise. A beautiful mouth, though it was frowning up at him now. "I think so," she said, stepping back and out of his light grip on her arms. Neither spoke for just a second, then both tried to speak at once -- Bob apologizing profusely, Kathy, the woman with whom he had collided, also trying to take responsibility for the accident. Finally, they both started laughing. "I'm Bob," he said, sticking out his hand, " and I have to say that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever run into," he added, knowing even as he said it that it was a particularly lame excuse for a pickup line. "I'm Kathy," she laughed at his bad joke, "and I wish we hadn't met by accident." "Do you walk this way every day, Bob?" "Yes, but this is the first day I've walked in the morning. Usually I walk at night." "Oh, well, that explains why I haven't run into you before." For some reason, they both found this remark extremely funny and they began laughing again. "Well, Kathy, maybe I'll run into you again some time." "I hope not," she tossed at him as she walked away down the street. Bob stood there for a moment watching Kathy walk away from him, her hips swaying, the muscles in her calves, thighs, and buttocks flexing and relaxing. Finally, remembering why he was up this early, Bob resumed his walk, still chuckling to himself. Kathy hadn't really been hurt by the collision, just startled, and, at first, somewhat annoyed. This was HER route. What was this oaf doing walking HER route, and at 6:00 in the morning too. She had noted some of his physical characteristics, just as she was sure he had noted some of hers. He had once been an athlete, she thought, but had let himself go. He had a cute smile, though, and a very nice voice. Well modulated, not too deep. Bob seemed like a friendly sort of guy. Physically, though, he wasn't exactly her type. For one thing, she judged him to be mid forties, which would make him about twenty years older than herself. Tom Cruise this guy was not. On the other hand, he seemed to radiate friendliness -- sort of like an aura. She thought she might like him, and then laughed at the thought. "I wonder if he'll walk this way tomorrow. I'll have to be on the lookout -- I took up walking because I thought it was safer than running!" Chapter 2 The next morning, Bob and Kathy met at the same corner, although since both were on the lookout, there was no collision. They exchanged "good mornings" and continued on their way, both smiling with the memory of their first meeting. This went on for several mornings. Then came the fateful Friday that changed their relationship forever. Bob had just met, and greeted, Kathy and had gone on about a block or so when he suddenly came to a decision. He was going to take a chance and ask Kathy to have dinner with him. Turning quickly, he retraced his path and soon came within sight of the young brunette. "Kathy! Wait a minute." Kathy heard Bob's shout, and turned to see what he wanted, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Would you consider having dinner with me sometime ... tonight maybe?" Kathy was a little surprised by Bob's request, but she thought, "what the hell, it might be fun -- Bob seems like a nice guy, and I haven't gone out with anyone for a while." "Sure, Bob, I'd love to have dinner with you some time," she said with a smile, and, then, as if a sudden inspiration had struck, "in fact, why don't you come over to my place tonight and we'll broil some steaks." "What time do you want me here, and what can I bring?" "Be here at 6:00 and don't bring anything but yourself. I'll take care of everything else." "6:00 it is, then, well, I've got to get going. See you tonight, Kathy." Bob was scared. He couldn't believe he'd just made a date with a woman nearly half his age. He hadn't had a date in quite a while. His wife, Linda, had been his high school sweetheart. He'd never gone out, seriously, with anyone else. Since her death (of cancer) five years earlier, he hadn't really dated all that much. Friends would set him up with women, only to see him go through the motions of dating -- being friendly, but definitely communicating his lack of interest in another relationship. He was lonely, but there was only one Linda. He couldn't bear to think of anyone taking her place. Or at least he hadn't, until he met Kathy. She was different. Much younger than he was, she still seemed mature, emotionally, not that he'd had all that much contact with her, but he had pretty good instincts about people. The first time he'd seen her, he felt something inside start to loosen. That's why he was afraid. It had really hurt him when Linda died. Particularly since he had had to watch during those two last years. Her cancer had taken a long time to kill her, a long and very painful time. It still hurt inside, and he was afraid to risk caring about someone again. The rest of Bob's day was rather uneventful, compared to the way it had started. He handled a number of routine tasks at his office, attended a couple of meetings which were of little consequence, and generally had a hard time keeping his mind on his work. Eventually, he gave up getting anything meaningful accomplished and went home early, something he almost never did, particularly since his wife passed away. For her part, Kathy was also nervous. She didn't know why she was attracted to Bob, but it was true, she found him attractive. She continued to try to deny this attraction though. "I don't want to lead him on," she thought to herself, "Bob's a nice guy, but I'm not interested in romance right now, am I? And, besides, how do I know he's interested in me? Maybe he thinks I'm just some young twit who likes to walk." Kathy, as it happened, had the day off, and she spent the rest of it preparing for her dinner with Bob. First, she went to the market and did some grocery shopping. The weather was warm and re-affirmed her decision that grilled steaks with a tossed salad would be a nice dinner. She picked up some of her favorite ice cream for desert, a bottle of wine, and headed back home. A neat person by nature, Kathy went over the apartment with a fine toothed comb, cleaning everything. She even cleaned the bedroom. "Why am I worried about this room...it's not like he's going to be in here." She laughed to herself at that one, but kept cleaning anyway, even changing the sheets. She put on the satin ones that she used when she was feeling particularly decadent. Satisfied with her cleaning job and with the meal all planned, Kathy began to prepare herself for the evening. She carefully picked out a rather conservative casual outfit consisting of slacks and a blouse, and placed it on her bed. Then, she headed for the bathroom complete her other preparations. As much as Kathy fussed over keeping her apartment clean, she was just as vigorous and meticulous about her personal appearance. In fact, she had made somewhat of a ritual of her personal hygiene routine, including a douche, several large warm enemas, careful shaving of her legs, underarms, and around her pubic area, thorough washing of her hair, etc. When she was finished in the bathroom, she went back to the bedroom (still completely nude) and began to apply her makeup and fix her hair. "Why am I so concerned about how I look?" She paused in her preparations to consider the question. It once again occurred to her that it mattered what Bob thought. He hadn't seen her in anything but her walking outfit (though she had noticed his examination of her form and was pleased at his reaction) and Kathy wanted to make a good impression. Finishing her makeup, Kathy picked up her clothes from the bed and put them away, selecting a different outfit. This one was decidedly more attractive -- shorts and a halter top -- and displayed her physical charms to their best advantage without making her look like some sort of slut. A last dab of perfume in strategic places, and she was ready. Meanwhile, Bob, having headed out of the office, made a stop at a florist where he purchased a bouquet -- no roses, though, he thought it would be a little much for a first date. "Date? Well, I guess it is a date," Bob thought to himself. Bob admitted to himself that he liked Kathy and wanted to get to know her better. He wanted her to like him too. Arriving home from the florist, Bob made his own preparations -- showering, shaving, that sort of thing -- and selected his outfit for the evening. Bob had also decided that casual was the way to go, and put on a comfortable cotton shirt (imported from India no less), a pair of Dockers (tm), and his favorite sandals. A light application of Drakkar Noir (tm), a last check of his appearance, and he was out of excuses for leaving the house. Chapter 3 Kathy's door bell rang at exactly 6:00, Bob being the punctual sort, and it was hard to say who was more nervous when the door opened. "Hi Bob, come on in," she said as she stepped out of the doorway to allow him access to her apartment. "Thanks Kathy. Here, these are for you," he quickly added, presenting her with the bouquet of flowers. "They're lovely. Thank you Bob. Here .. sit down while I go put them in some water." Bob watched appreciatively as Kathy walked away to find a vase for the flowers. He caught himself thinking of what her ass might look like underneath those just-tight-enough-to-tease shorts that she wore. Her legs were certainly worth watching, and he felt himself start to react physically to her form. When he felt his cock start to rise, a feeling of absolute panic went through him; "What if she comes back in and sees me with a hardon? What will she think of me," he thought. He was relieved when his fear brought a quick shrinkage of the bulge in his crotch, long before Kathy returned with the flowers carefully arranged in a lovely vase. "There. They look just beautiful, Bob. Thank you again." "Well, it seemed like the right thing to do when visiting the home of a beautiful woman -- bring beautiful flowers." "Why Bob -- are you trying to seduce me?" Bob missed the playful tone in her voice entirely and reacted out of his discomfort and the underlying truth of her statement. "No..Kathy..why..er..uh..that is, I mean ... it's ..." "Bob," Kathy said, laughing at his discomfort, "you're embarrassed. I'm just kidding." But as she said that, she went over to the sofa where Bob was sitting and sat down next to him. "When a handsome man brings me flowers like you did tonight, why shouldn't I tease him about attempting to seduce me? I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said soothingly. Bob smiled sheepishly. "Well, I have to admit that I find you extremely attractive, Kathy, but since my wife died, I just haven't been too comfortable around women in social situations -- though my secretary has certainly tried to fix me up enough times," he added chuckling. "And here I am with a beautiful woman sitting next to me on the couch, almost young enough to be my daughter -- and then she asks me if I'm seducing her because I brought her flowers." Kathy laid her hand on Bob's arm. "I understand. You loved your wife very much, didn't you, Bob." "Yes, I did, Kathy. And I'll admit that I'm a lonely man without her." "My own father died when I was quite young, and my mother never remarried. I always thought that was so sad." "I'm sorry to hear that, Kathy. Say, perhaps I should be having dinner with your mother..." Bob added teasingly. "O.k., I see that two can play at the teasing game. Hey...are you hungry? Let's go fix some steaks." An hour later Bob and Kathy were in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner mess (not that there was much of that with only two people eating) talking and laughing like old friends. They had really hit it off at dinner, and found that they had much in common besides walking. The kitchen in the apartment was not large and it was inevitable that Bob and Kathy would come into body contact sooner or later. And so they did. Kathy was reaching up to put something on the top shelf of a cabinet and she asked Bob to help her because she couldn't reach. Bob, standing behind her, reached to take the object from her hand and their hands and arms touched as his body pressed against hers from behind. Have you ever seen a match tossed into a pile of gasoline soaked rags? Well, that's about the best way to describe what happened next. Both Bob and Kathy froze for just an instant at the physical contact, and in the very next moment, Kathy was in Bob's arms and the two were locked in a kiss of desperate passion, bodies pressing for maximum contact, the hard bulge of Bob's erect cock pressing into Kathy's taut abdomen. Bob's arms went around Kathy's waist and held her close while Kathy's arms did the same to him. In a few moments the pair broke their kiss in order to catch their collective breath. "Incredible," was all either could say for a moment. "I'm sor..." "No. Don't say that Bob," Kathy breathed as she cut off Bob's attempted apology. "We both wanted that to happen. I'll be honest and say that when we first met I couldn't imagine being attracted to you physically. But getting to know you -- getting to know you over the past few days has really given me a new outlook on what I call attractiveness. What I'm saying is that I want to make love to you, Bob." Bob was stunned. The passionate kiss had stolen much of his rationality and his proximity to a living, breathing, woman whose arousal scent was clear in his nostrils, was rapidly diminishing the rest. He knew that thinking with his balls could get him into trouble -- fortunately, this was one time where that was not true. Instead of replying, Bob swept Kathy up in his arms (she was impressed by his strength) and carried her down the hall toward where he assumed her bedroom was. "Second door on the left," Kathy spoke softly into his ear as he cradled her in his arms. She reached up with her mouth for a kiss and he paused for a moment to drink from her lips. Bob felt like his whole body was on fire. There had been no sex since the death of his wife, and now all of his pent up need was boiling to the surface. In the back of his mind a small voice was telling him to take it slow -- be gentle -- so as not to scare Kathy. On the other hand, the rest of his mind was intent on tearing off Kathy's skimpy outfit and fucking her brains out. He hadn't felt this way since he was a teenager. They made it to her bedroom and he gently placed her on the bed, their mouths still locked in a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss and stood up next to the bed, looking down at the beautiful woman displayed before him. He couldn't believe it. She wanted him. Kathy looked up at him with longing eyes. She could not believe it either. Her body was bubbling with passion and she didn't have to look down between her legs to know that there was a dark stain forming on the crotch of her shorts. Suddenly she just HAD to get naked with this man and she began to struggle out of her clothing, stripping to the skin in a matter of seconds, her top, shorts, and panties tossed about like leaves in an October wind. She felt wanton, and she acted out her feelings, first by displaying her naked body to Bob -- she cupped her breasts and held them up toward him, the nipples hard as little diamonds, she stretched languorously demonstrating the tautness of her musculature, the shapeliness of her legs, her close trimmed pubic bush peaking out from the top of her thighs. Bob was speechless. Kathy was so beautiful that he wanted to cry. "Well, Bob, don't you think you're a little overdressed?" Kathy put action to her words and reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to help, but his fingers suddenly didn't want to cooperate with his brain. Kathy quickly had his shirt off and it joined her clothes on the floor. Next, she went to work on his slacks and soon, they too were on the floor as he stepped out of them. The bulge in his boxer shorts was impressive, to say the least, and Kathy wanted to see it. "You do the rest, Bob. Show me your hot body." That broke some of the tension for Bob, and he laughed. "Now there's something no one has said to me recently. Hot body," he chuckled, "that's a good one." His mind was clearer now. Yes, he would make love to Kathy -- not just fuck her -- with all the skill he could remember from the days when he had made Linda weep with ecstasy during their sexual encounters. Slowly, he pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them and then he removed his socks and stood next to the bed, naked, letting Kathy examine him as he had done her earlier. She drank him with her eyes. Yes, she could see that he had been quite a specimen of manhood in his younger days. He was spreading out a little now, but not that much. And, he was hung like a stallion. Kathy was no virgin, but she had never taken on anything this big. She reached out in awe and took the shaft of his stiff cock in her hand. She could not get her fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. And it looked to be about 10 inches long. She knew she would be walking funny tomorrow if Bob knew anything about using this thing, and she suspected that he would be a good lover. "Make love to me Bob." He moved onto the bed next to her and they fell into each others arms, their mouths meeting in yet another deep soul kiss, tongues battling, exploring, teasing, arousing. Their hands were not idle either and they used them to stroke and play with everything they could reach. Bob groaned into Kathy's mouth as he felt her hard nipples press into his hairy chest. His cock ached with the need for release and he said a silent prayer that he would be able to get it up more than once tonight. Bob pulled away from Kathy for a moment, rising to his knees beside her, freeing his hands for some serious fondling. He looked directly into Kathy's eyes as he placed his large hands over her full breasts and gently squeezed. She moaned in response and reached for his cock. "No, Kathy, wait. Let me pleasure you first. Then you can play with me all you want." Kathy looked up at Bob, her gaze smoldering with lust as she put her arms back down on the bed. "All right, Bob, but remember, you said I could play all I wanted. I think I'm going to want a lot," she breathed huskily. Bob leaned over and kissed her deeply again, his hands caressing her perfect tits, feeling her stiffened nipples push against his palms. His mouth worked its way down across her chin to her lovely throat and he feasted on the soft skin at its base, flicking his tongue into the little hollow he found there. Kathy purred her response, sucking her breath in sharply as she felt his kisses trail across her upper chest and down into the valley between her twin mounds perched so proudly there. Bob proceeded to kiss and lick and suck every square inch of Kathy's breast flesh, paying special attention to her nipples and the oft ignored underside. Now, he moved southward once again, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses across Kathy's taut belly, each inch southward bringing more of her woman scent to his nostrils. Kathy knew where these kisses were headed and she spread her legs wide in anticipation. When Bob planted a long, wet, kiss on the top of her pubic mound, Kathy moaned. "Yessss, Bob, eat me, oh yes, lick me there, I need it so bad," she groaned. But Bob had another plan in mind. Bypassing the swamp which the junction of her thighs had become, he proceeded to kiss his way down the inside of her left leg, all the way to her dainty left foot, which he covered with kisses, taking each toe in turn between his lips and sucking on it. Then, he repeated the process with her right leg, starting at her toe and working his way back up toward the seat of Kathy's passion. Her scent was strong and he could see that the source of that pungent odor was overflowing with its sexual sap. Kathy's pussy was engorged with blood, the inner lips clearly exposed, having turned a bright coral in color, her clitoris revealed at the top of her cleft, stiff, and filled with lust laden nerve endings. Bob could wait no longer, and Kathy groaned a sigh of gratitude when he quit teasing her with his mouth and placed a long, probing kiss right on her sex slick cunt. Bob went with his instincts, since this was his first time with Kathy -- hell, it was his first time with any woman since Linda had died -- and concentrated on measuring her responses as he tested each area of her pussy. He started with the thick, fleshy outer lips, rolling them between his tongue and teeth, massaging them. She seemed to like this, and so he continued it. Kathy humped her hips up and down in response to his oral caresses. With his left hand, he pressed down with his fingertips right at the top of her mound, keeping the same rhythm he was using with his tongue and lips on her major labial folds. Desiring a taste of her nectar, he switched tactics and began to concentrate his efforts on the brightly colored inner lips of her pussy, using the tip of his tongue to quickly stroke just the edges of her minor labia. He paused as he reached the bottom of her sweet slot, gathering the liquid lust which collected there and savoring it as if it were fine wine. He'd always liked the taste of pussy juice and it had been quite a while since he'd been able to drink his fill. Now, he took full advantage of the slow, steady stream of the precious fluid as it was manufactured by Kathy's cunt. Using his fingers to open her wide, he dipped his oral digit as far as he could into her clasping hole, then slid his taster up to her throbbing clit. He slipped one and then two fingers deep inside her cunt while his tongue stayed on her clitoris, stroking it quickly and lightly -- just the tongue tip making contact with her sensitive nubbin. Kathy was going crazy with her need to cum and she knew it wouldn't' be long the way Bob was going at it. She'd had her pussy eaten before, but no one had done it as well as Bob. It was if he knew every little thing that would turn her on and did it at just the right time. She felt the pressure building up in her groin and began to ride the wave of her first climax of the evening as it swelled from deep within her. Reaching down, she grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them up and out, spreading herself as wide as she could to give Bob the best possible access to everything she had between her legs. Bob's probing fingers sought and found Kathy's g-spot and began to work it in time to the flashing of his tireless tongue on her clit. Meanwhile, he managed to maneuver a finger from his other hand (no mean feat from where he was laying on the bed) to the entrance to her rear portal, and, using lubricant supplied by the steady stream flowing from Kathy's cunt, he began to push it inside. It was as if he had pushed his finger into a light socket as far as Kathy was concerned. When she felt his finger tip break the sphincteral plane of her anal ring she exploded into orgasm. She screamed and quickly grabbed a pillow to put over her face so the neighbors wouldn't hear. Her hips were thrashing around, up and down, her hands clutching the pillow tightly to her face, muffling the continuous screaming produced by the rapid fire climaxes she was experiencing. Her clit, g- spot, and asshole were all being super stimulated at once and the combination was producing the first cluster cum she had ever encountered. Bob switched the finger in her ass for his tongue and he rapidly stroked her clit with his fingers as he drove his taster as far into her clenching, clutching asshole as he could. This produced another wave of climaxes for the tall brunette, and her nervous system went into overload and then shut down. She fainted, her entire body going completely limp. When Bob noted this, he gently removed his tongue from her ass and his fingers from her pussy, noting that even though she was temporarily unconscious, her cunt muscles still clenched his fingers as they moved out of her moist depths. He sat back on his haunches and admired her beauty spread out before him on the bed. He smiled to himself as he saw the large dark area under her ass, soaked with the combination of his saliva (mostly) and her pussy juice. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open, and Kathy held her arms out to Bob. He entered her embrace and the kissed again, Kathy licking her juices from his face. Bob's still erect cock touched the turgid petals of her sex and Kathy groaned as she felt his maleness touch her there. "Bob, wait just a moment," Kathy breathed, "in the top drawer of the nightstand, get a condom." Bob understood at once and quickly reached across Kathy's form and grabbed a foil wrapped condom. He handed it to her. "Put it on me, Kathy." She swiftly opened the small package and soon Bob's large throbber was encased in a thin sheath of lubricated latex. Kathy pulled her legs up and apart again in invitation, and Bob let his charger find its own way to her entrance and then he slowly pushed it inside. Once the head was safely in, he very slowly buried its length in her snug sheath. She was tight and his cock was thick. She was so wet, however, that there was only the slightest resistance to his progress. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, he was fully hilted in her pussy, his balls resting nicely in her ass crack and his pubic bone pressing tightly against hers. "Bob, you're so big. It feels like I'm about to split wide open down there." "Do you want me to take it out, then?" "NO! Don't you dare. It feels wonderful. Now, fuck me with that big thing, you stud." "O.k., you asked for it," Bob grinned at her. Slowly he withdrew until only the head of his cock was within the portal of her pussy. Then, pausing for effect, he slammed it back to the very end of her channel. She screamed again as she felt him hit bottom. Now, he pulled back, a little faster this time, and slammed home again, gradually picking up speed with each stroke until his hips were almost a blur of motion. Kathy felt every one of Bob's jackhammer strokes, and little ripples of orgasm went through her body with each one. She was building to another explosive climax under his heavy assault and it was only a matter of moments before it overtook her. She began to scream again and once more took the pillow and pulled it to her face, lest the neighbors, fearing for her safety, called the police or something. She almost started giggling at that thought -- police breaking down the door to find her in bed getting the pussy poking of her life. She couldn't believe how wild she was getting -- using language she never would have otherwise. She felt like a whore and she loved it. Bob was pushing all of her buttons at once, driving her repeatedly up the orgasmic wall, making her crazy with desire and pure, sweet lust. She'd never let go with a man this way before. Bob couldn't believe his own stamina. He'd been hammering her cunt for at least 10 minutes without strain. He was incredibly turned on by Kathy's enthusiastic response to his lovemaking, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his back would be VERY sore the next day. Bob and Kathy were both covered with a thin layer of sweat, even though the room was fairly cool. The room reeked of the odors of sex -- sweat and pussy juice, and Bob's body collided repeatedly with Kathy's creating a rhythmic slapping noise. The middle aged business man felt the tingle in his balls which signaled the onset of his release. Looking down, he watched, fascinated, as his thick rubber encased meat pistoned in and out of Kathy's widespread sex, a collection of her lubricant forming a shiny layer on it's surface and a foamy lather in the thick hair at the base of his cock. This scene was the final impetus for his climax. With a long groan, he felt his muscles contract and begin to send the first of several strong streams of cum from his balls up through his pulsing cock and into the reservoir at the condom's tip, buried in the innermost reaches of Kathy's spasming cunt. Kathy felt Bob's cock twitching against the back wall of her pussy and she climaxed again, her internal muscles clamping down with all their force on the penile invader which had brought her so much pleasure. Again and again his cannon fired its load as he continued to stroke, displacing more of her pussy juice each stroke adding to the river which connected the base of her pussy to the growing wet spot under her ass. With a final shudder, Bob released the last of his pent up semen, a small dribble which like the earlier spurts was collected in the condom's tip. Slowly, Kathy lowered her legs back to the bed, the change of angle causing Bob's now flaccid dick to slide out of her. He kissed her, softly and tenderly, and then rolled to the side, taking her in his arms and holding her. "Yes," Bob thought to himself, "this is an incredible person I'm holding here. I definitely want to spend more time with her." The two lovers looked into each others eyes. Neither could guess the others thoughts. The moment seemed to stretch on and on as neither of them could think of what to say next. Bob broke the silence. "Incredible." "Mmm-mmmm, I agree, Bob." "It's been such a long time, Kathy. You made it very special." "Same here. I don't sleep with every guy I run into on the street you know," Kathy said, a playful tone creeping into her voice, "even if I do keep condoms in my nightstand and satin sheets on the bed." "I'm glad. I'm glad I ran into you too." "Bob, can I ask you a question?" "Anything." "Why haven't you remarried?" Bob paused a moment before answering, "Until today, I'd never found the right woman. Kathy, I think I'm falling in love with you." There. He had said it. He had taken the risk. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited what seemed like an eternity for Kathy to reply to his sudden revelation of his feelings for her. Softly, so softly that at first he wasn't sure of what he heard through the blood rushing in his head, she replied in two words. "Me too." Then, she did something else. Sliding down on the bed, she gently removed the condom from Bob's now shrunken cock. Even flaccid, it was impressively long and thick, and now it had a shiny coating of his own ejaculate, which Kathy proceeded to lovingly remove with her mouth. Bob's cock began to regain some stiffness during this tongue bath, but what Kathy did next caused it to immediately regain full stiffness. Kathy took the used condom, so full of Bob's seed, and, leaning her head back, she placed the open end of the rubber sheath over her wide open mouth. Using her other hand, she milked the condom of Bob's semen, letting it run right over her tongue and down her throat. "Mmmmm. Delicious." She moved back up the bed and kissed Bob. His cum still coating her tongue as she probed his mouth and felt him suck her tongue clean. Bob hadn't done anything like this before and he was powerfully excited by Kathy's wanton action and by the taste of his own semen -- most of which she had just swallowed, something that Linda had never been willing to do. Breaking the kiss, Kathy moved back down between Bob's legs and began to use her mouth to kiss and lick the entire surface of his now fully erect dick, occasionally going lower to suck on his balls. After thoroughly coating his shaft and the bulbous head which capped it with her saliva, Kathy began to work inch after inch of his hardness into her mouth. She was drooling fiercely, adding to the lubrication, and this enabled her to gradually swallow his entire length, another new experience for Bob. After once burying her nose in the crinkly hair at the base of his cock, Kathy set up a rhythm, fucking her throat with his dick and timing her breaths on the upstroke. Her tongue worked furiously as his fleshy truncheon was swallowed and released, scrubbing every inch within its reach. Unbelievably, since he had climaxed so recently, Bob soon felt anther load tingling up from his balls. What an incredible view he was getting of Kathy's lips, distended around his thickness which was lavishly coated with her saliva, the bottom of her jaw bulging out as she swallowed him, the outline of his cockhead clearly visible in her throat. Her hands were working his balls, obviously attempting to coax them into surrendering their milky tribute. It was working. Bob was unable to help himself. He placed his hands deep into her brown tresses while at the same time he began to push his hips up off the bed. Kathy let go of his balls and pushed her hands under his ass, pulling him up into her face as she pressed her head downward, attempting to get every last centimeter of his cock into her oral cavity. She felt the shaft begin to twitch and she managed one last deep breath before Bob slammed all the way home and began to spit his load directly into her well stretched esophagus. His load was impressive, all the more so since he had just cum within the past hour, and Kathy groaned around his spitting cock as she felt the warmth sliding into her stomach. Lifting her head, she was able to get his cockhead back into her mouth which allowed her both to breath again and to take the last few shots on her tongue. She savored his flavor, holding this viscous liquid in her mouth for a moment before letting it slide down her throat to join the rapidly growing pool of Bob's cum which had formed in her stomach. "Oh, god, Kathy. That was something else. No one has ever done that before. Thank you." "You're welcome," Kathy smiled back up at him, wiping a drop of semen from her lower lip which had somehow escaped. She held his now softening cock in her hand and squeezed it several more times, coaxing small bits of left over cum from the tip. Quick swipes of her tongue soon had these disposed of. Bob pulled her back up to him, so that she was laying on top of him, her breasts pushed into his chest. They kissed again, once more sharing the taste of his seed. "You weren't planning on going home tonight were you Bob?" "Not anymore." "Good. Now, we haven't had our desert yet, and I've got a whole carton of Hagen Daz (tm) in the freezer and some hot fudge to go on top. How about it? Then, we can come back here and pick up where we left off. Hmmm?" "We'll have to have some pretty vigorous exercise to wear off all those calories, Kathy," Bob smirked. "Yes, we will, and I know just the thing," she grinned back at him. They both shared a thought as they walked, still naked, out to the kitchen for desert, "this is the start of something really good." --