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The Thong

12/6/2009

The Thong


I've written stories on many aspects of the erotic
dimension but since you really liked my last story, "My
Beautiful Blond on the Beach, " I thought I would
continue in that vein. I seem to have a predilection toward
younger woman, some younger than my daughters. So here's
another basically true story about a mature man with a horn
and the younger woman who loves to blow it. --------------------------------------


I have a lot of idle time. While it is definitely the devil's
tool, at my age, I don't mind it one bit. And sure, while
I sometimes get into trouble, it's okay. I'm not
hurting anybody. On my daily trips into the village, I often
hang out and shoot the breeze with the help. I stop at the
hardware store, the local market stand, the post office
and finally the pharmacy. I know several of the employees
outside of their jobs. Some are kids of townsfolk I know,
some are fellow boaters and some are neighbors. When Juana
first came to work at the pharmacy, she immediately caught
my eye and I immediately began to chat her up. She had a low
voice and a lovely accent. 'N she sure was purdy!


Over a period of a few weeks, I learned that she was a Colombian
immigrant and had been in this country for seven years during
which time she had bounced from menial job to medial job.
She'd come out to East Hampton because friends had
moved out here to open a restaurant. She had been trained
in Colombia as a chef and had come to take the job (and a stake
in the business) they offered. The restaurant was not due
to open for a few months and so she jumped at the pharmacy
job in order to make any money she could. She was 33 and quite
beautiful in an exotic Latino, sultry kind of way. Her deep
skin, long black hair and dark eyes graced a lithe, small
frame. I had to have a taste of this even though our age difference
was more than twenty years.


Over the next few months, I became more and more familiar
with her. Her nickname was "Jay" but naturally
I called her "Mari" and told her that she made
me high. I hit on her regularly, telling her that I would
take her to dinner but she always fended off my flirting
and kept me at a distance. Not that she didn't flirt
with me, she did. She'd frequently bat her dark eyes
at me or lean over and let me peek at her cleavage. The little
tease knew what she was doing. One afternoon, she bent over
to get something and gave me a full view of her delightfully
small ass. I could see the line of her thong rise out of her
crack up to the top of her jeans. Her perfect little ass was
framed by the pants caught between her cheeks. I did everything
I could do to keep from grabbing it and let me tell you, it
was very, very tough. When she stood and looked at me, I was
certain she was aware of my burning eyeballs and bulging
crotch. She smiled.


One day, I walked in and didn't see her around. I bought
my allergy pills, some toothpaste and mostly just dawdled
for a while. As I neared the back of the store, I saw her leave
the employee's room and she looked awful. She looked
drawn and pale.


"Jay, are you alright? You look awful."


"I'm not feeling so good today. I don't know
if I need a break from this job or if it's just that time
of the month or what but I'm working this shift fast
and going home early. I need to lie out in the sun. I'm
glad I saw you. Can you do me a favor, please?


"Sure, Jay. What do you need?"


"My car is in the shop for a few days and I need a lift
home to Amagansett when I get off. Can you take me?"



"Sure. What time?"


I agreed to pick her up in an hour which was enough time for
me to take my dog down to the beach for a romp. When I pulled
up to the employee's entrance, she was just walking
out. I offered to take her for coffee but she only wanted
to collapse at home. I offered to be her nurse, or if she was
so inclined, to play doctor. This got a laugh and a "no-no-no"
headshake. I asked her if, on her day off, and if she felt
up to it, I could take her down to the beach for some serious
sun. She liked that idea and suggested that she would call
me on Thursday morning to let me know. I dropped her off in
front of a modest house in the Clearwater section where
she rented a room. I watched her ass sashay toward the front
door, and I wanted it.


Early Thursday morning, she called and asked if my beach
offer was still open.


"Of course, it is. Is there anything I can prepare
or take?"


"No but I'll tell you what. I'll make us lunch
and you take care of everything else. And can I ask you which
beach we're going to?"


"I thought maybe Wiborg Beach because it's kind
of deserted now before the tourists come out for the season.
And because I have a Village Beach Pass. Why?"


"That's good because I've never been on
any of the private beaches, only the town beach on Atlantic
Avenue. I don't mind the busier, family beaches. I
mean all the beaches here are beautiful. But I prefer it
a bit quieter, you know? I've always wanted to see that
beach, Wiborg, too ‒ where the fancy people go."


"Today's your lucky day. I'll pick up at
11. That will set us up for the best rays."


An hour later, I was on my way to get her. I couldn't have
asked for a better day for mid-May. It was a perfectly blue,
no-cloud sky and it was about 85 degrees. I drove my old Land
Rover that I keep in the garage and use only when four-wheeling
on the beach or on the old dirt roads up in the Northwest Woods
section.


She came out of the house laughing at the site of me in the
Land Rover - no top, no windows - and hopped in. She was wearing
a long beige caftan and looking very "Hamptons."
She looked much better. In fact, she looked radiant.


"They'll think you are a movie star."


"Oooh, maybe I'll be discovered."


We drove down to Wiborg and I stopped at the edge of the parking
lot, Jay started to get out and I waved her back into the car.
I lifted the yellow-knobbed shift and turned it several
times to lock it in place. Then I went to each wheel hub, pulled
out the center rods, turned each ninety degrees and locked
them. Then I folded down the windshield, locked it to the
hood and jumped back in to my now four-wheeled Land Rover.
We jumped into and through the sand, bouncing down the beach.
To the west, toward Georgica Beach, we could see small umbrellas
way off in the distance. To the east was a vast nothing and
that's the direction I took.


We ran along the tide's edge and danced with the rolling
waves. About a mile up, I pulled toward the dunes and parked.



"Here we are, your Highness, you're own personal
beach."


She took no notice of me as she slowly walked toward the water.
My dog was already playing in the waves and peeing on the
clams. I set up camp.


First was the super large Army and Navy Store blanket, big
enough for four. Then came this small wind and sun shield
I keep in the car but rarely use. It's sort of a half-tent
that blocks the harsher aspects of the elements. I put the
lunch basket and the beverages under it. Then I got my Times,
a pencil and some lotion. As a final touch, I placed a small
vase with fresh lilacs in the center of the blanket. I took
my wine bag from the car, poured two glasses of Pinot Noir
into plastic goblets and looked up to see her walking back.
God. I loved the slow and languid way she walked with just
a slight sashay of her hips. She was a dream, my Hispanic
Girl from Ipanema fantasy.


She smiled when she saw what I had done.


"You have such style. I am so impressed. And to speak
honestly, I really am impressed with you. You are a good
guy...and classy, too."


I loved the little Latino accent, the lilt in her voice.



"This is the most beautiful beach I've ever seen.
It really does feel like it's my very own. Thank you
for taking me here."


She continued as she pulled the caftan over her head revealing
a dark chocolate bathing suit. It was a thong bottom which
was striking for its minimalism but also for her light mocha
skin against it. The bra was also a small affair just covering
enough of her pretty 34B breasts to hide her nipples. I found
myself staring as she turned to the lunch box and bent over
exposing that sensational ass to me. Oh, that thong! It
was as smooth as a babi...well, you know.


"I made some easy to eat snacks. First, I have ceviche.
Then I made some cuban sandwiches...hello, hello! Are
you there?"


I snapped out of it.


"I'm sorry. But maybe I'm not sorry either.
You are sooooo beautiful...your body...that thong..."



"You like? I wore this suit for you. Special, "
she said as she stuck a pose. I thought my dick would snap
in half.


We sat opposite each other, me in my baggy shorts and Jay
in a half an ounce of material, sipping wine and eating ceviche
and crackers. She smiled at me.


"So, let me ask you, " she said between bites,
"I can be topless on this beach, right? Atlantic Avenue
Beach has lots of families and kids and you're not supposed
to - but here it is alright?"


"Yes. Topless is okay. I sometimes skinny dip by taking
my suit off in the water. Sometimes, I lay nude behind the
windscreen. I can hear if people are coming and anyway,
the dog barks. Nude, you'll get a ticket. Topless is
legal."


"Good. I've been waiting to do this. And you want
to see my breasts anyway."


She slipped off the bra.


"Ok, stare. Get it out of your system."


I stared. Indeed, I stared real good. Her nipples were larger
and browner than I had imagined. I assumed they were small
pebbles but I was wrong. Her breasts had no sag and were firm
hand-size globes. Like the rest of her, they fit.


"Ok, enough already! Your eyes will fall out"



"You know, Jay, I'm sitting here looking at you
naked and I'm doing the best I can to stay calm. You have
a model's body and you are so casual with it. You're
a lot different in the store and I am a little taken aback."



"Yes, I am different than in the store. I am more outgoing
and I am not very modest, especially with my body. I like
my body. Don't be mistaking my enjoyment of being naked
with sex. I have not had good sex experiences so I don't
know about that. But I do like to be naked and I don't
ever remember being naked on the beach like this. I like
the way this feels."


I moved to stand up and it was very obvious that my dick was
rock solid and pushing my shorts out. She giggled.


"I'm so flattered that I have such an effect on
you!"


"Jay, you're killing me. I like being naked,
too but seeing you is surely uncomfortable, " I said
this as I straightened my dick in the shorts. She giggled
some more. I walked over to the car and got my stash out of
the glove compartment. I filled the bowl, lit it and walked
back to her.


"Juana?....Mari?...I've been waiting a long
time to say that!"


I lit the bowl and passed it to her. It went back and forth
like this for a while and we were quiet. Jay stretched out
in the sun and began to smear lotion over her body. I noticed
her shiver when she ran her palms along her breasts. Oiled
and slick she looked more exotic. I put a towel under my head
and lay down in the sun. I began to apply lotion to myself.



"I'm very different from the person you know
in the drug store. I'm smart and I know how to do things.
I'll have my chance soon but the wait is driving me crazy.
I'm tired of waiting. I want it."


We spoke about the restaurant and her version of The American
Dream. It was enlightening and it was thrilling to hear
her excitement. We spoke of her childhood in Colombia and
her upper middle class upbringing. After about fifteen
minutes, it was time to turn over. Jay looked at me sternly.



"Now, if you can keep it in your pants, I'll let
you put lotion on my back."


"Okay, I'll tie the rascal down but I can't
be held responsible."


I liberally smeared lotion over her shoulders and down
her back, using my best erotic massage hands. I sat behind
her head and once, she lifted her head and stared into the
leg of my shorts where the head of my dick was neatly tucked
and peeking at her. She didn't think I noticed but I
did.


I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes, sole,
and ankle. I moved up her legs and worked both inside and
out. I got to her ass, filled my palms with oil, and oiled
her ass like I was born to. As I got close to her best parts,
she made a noise and shifted her hips. I stopped and, as gentlemanly
as I could, I went for me drink and my bowl.


After ten minutes of so, I declared that it was time to take
a dip. I ran into the surf with a whoop and a dog at my heels.
We played at the edge of the surf until he tired and ambled
back to his shady spot under the screen.


Jay passed the dog on her way into the water. She jumped and
squealed as the surf splashed over her. As she swam up to
me, I lifted my hand out of the water showing her that I was
not wearing my bathing suit. I waved the suit around my head.



"Ooh. Is that a dare?"


She lifted her hand to show me her thong between her fingers.
Laughing, we were like two little kids frolicking nude
in the surf on a deserted beach. We caught some waves and
rode them. Finally, she waved me in and I chased her, naked
back to the blanket.


We were both naked and laughing. We were stoned. We were
having fun. I handed her a towel and we began to dry off. I
got a good look at her pussy. It was small and pretty with
her soft and silky black pubic hair trimmed low to accommodate
her bikinis.


"You have a very nice penis. It looks nice like in pictures.
Not that I am an expert but it seems big enough; it hangs nice
on your thigh. Esthetically, it's pretty. There,
I said it. You have a pretty penis."


"Thank you. I've never been told that before.
And you have a very handsome vagina. How come you just don't
shave it? I mean there's hardly any hair there anyway?"



"I don't like the way it feels. It itches too much
and it bothers me. So I wax a line and leave the rest and it
feels better."


"I suppose it's better than putting your hand
down there and scratching it all the time."


"Puh-leeeze, I do enough of that anyway. But I'll
be right back, don't go away."


She ran up and behind the dune and I could just see enough
to see that she was squatting and peeing. What a girl. I put
my little black gym shorts on and sat in the shade, filling
the pipe and the wine glasses.


Jay returned wearing her thong.


"There's someone coming this way in a car."



"Don't worry. Come over her and sit in the shade
as I pushed the dog over.


Within a couple of minutes, the beach patrol pulled up.
Officer Don saw me, waved and drove on. Not a word was spoken
but I saw his eyebrows lift as he ogled Jay. He drove off smiling.
I knew that he would not be back my way until later in the afternoon.



"Do you know everybody in this town?"


"Yes. Everybody. By first name. And I'm surprised
Officer Don didn't get out and take a puff!"


We sat in the shade and ate small bite-sized and very delicious
cuban sandwiches. The wine was gone but the cold beer worked
well.


"I'm really enjoying this. You are so much fun.
I trust you, too. I feel comfortable with you."


"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
Aren't we supposed to enjoy each other as a way to be
happy? But I will admit to a lot of self-control today, Jay."



"I'm sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Shall I put more clothes on?"


"Don't you dare. I love looking at your beautiful
breasts and while I would love to caress them. I love looking
at the rest of you and your fine line. I love your thong and
while I wish I had it between my teeth, I'll be okay.
I have looked at your thong line for months and now let me
feast my eyes. If I have to go home and masturbate later,
at least me get my money's worth!"


Jay giggled and stood up. She struck poses in front of me
playfully and then sat back down next to me very close so
we were touching. She placed her arm around mine and pressed
herself against me.


Vet quietly, she said, "I've had a difficult
background with men. You're the first man I feel okay
with in a very long time. Your penis is the first I have seen
in many years and it didn't frighten me like the last
one. Pardon me for being so bold but I'm telling you
what I feel and I think you understand."


"It's all good, you know. Penises can be nice
too. A penis can be your best friend."


She laughed and it lightened the mood. I slipped my cock
out of my shorts and held it in my hand for her inspection.
She was fascinated by it. I felt her nipple harden against
my bicep.


"Seriously, Jay, I think that you're a good and
strong person. And you have an opportunity to make a good
life here and I respect that beyond words. You have to trust
somebody sometime but...more specifically, men have
to work to earn your trust and when they do, they have the
"real" you. Do you follow me?"


"Yes, you're exactly right. I'd rather
withdraw than suffer jerks and liars...or violent men."



"You have to find a middle ground, especially in the
restaurant business. You have to be friendly as well as
political, you also have to show off your art and all the
attention that comes with that. Some will be jerks, some
will be liars but all will be customers and that's how
you maintain your equilibrium."


She liked that as she lay down on her back in the sun. Holding
the lotion, she waved me over.


"Come, " she said, "lay down here and
let's talk more. And oil me."


"Yes, Your Highness."


I started on her forehead and sensually traced my fingers
along, around and amongst her face. She cooed. I ran the
oil over her shoulders and down her chest encircling and
circumscribing her breasts. She cooed again. I lotioned
up and moved down her stomach, just under the thong to the
top of her pubic hair. She cooed again.


I continued the process from her feet up along her thighs.
Now she parted her legs slightly to give me access to her
inner thighs. I moved my hands up her thighs and along the
sides of the thong. Oh, that thong!. She was very wet. I stopped
and started to pull away.


"No, don't leave. Come over here where I can see
you."


I moved to her side by her head and blocking the sun.


"I am excited. I want you to show me your penis again."



I loved that accent.


"It's been a long ..."


I pulled my shorts to the side and it popped out all happy
and alert. It was like they were both gazing at each other
- her dark eyes and my one-eyed monster. I took her hand and
placed both on my dick. I slowly stroked it and it got harder.
Jay gasped and took her hand back. Something told me that
this was my chance.


"I have an idea. What do you say to this? Since it's
getting pretty hot out here, why don't we take another
dip and then go back to my place, take a hot tub, drink some
more, smoke some more and then I make YOU dinner. I'll
teach you how to make red beans and rice the real way!"



"Louisiana? I can probably do it better than you.
I spent a year in New Orleans with Susan Spicer!"


"Ok, I'm impressed. Let's compromise -
we make a meal together."


"You're on. Let's go. Last one in.."



I chased her into the water. This time, we playfully swam
together sometimes rubbing our nude bodies together.
It was no accident when I swam up behind her and ran my cock
between her butt cheeks. It was no mistake when after a wave
knocked us over, she grabbed my crotch.


I chased her out of the water. I chased her into the car. Then
I chased her into my house.


I took her by the hand and led her to the deck and the hot tub.
I folded the cover and turned on the bubbler. I filled the
wine glasses. I dropped my suit and walked into the tub.
Turning to her, I held out my hand. She stripped down to her
thong and slid in next to me. Oh, what a sweet body.


"House Rules."


I leaned over and peeled her thong down. She stepped out
of it and I lifted it to my face. She laughed and we slid into
the tub. I lay in my favorite spot where the jets blow up your
ass and around your lower back. She moved from place to place
around the tub looking for the right spot. Meanwhile, I
still had the thong in my mouth.


"Take that out of your mouth already."


"Sorry, Jay. I could eat this thong for dinner."



"Don't be silly. Help me, I don't know where
to sit."


"Come here. I'll show you the best spot."



I moved away from my spot and let her take my place.


"Ooo! Yes! That certainly hits the right spots."



She grabbed my arms and pulled me into her. I looked deep
into her eyes and leaned in for a Hollywood kiss. Within
moments, we were locked in embrace and kissing deeply and
soulfully. Playfully, too, as she traced my lips with her
tongue.


I changed position so that I was sitting and she was on my
lap. I spread my legs enough so that the jet would be able
to get her. We kissed and played with each other. I took her
nipples between my lips and paid homage, licking and pulling
and suckling. She loved it pressing her tits in further.



I placed my palm into her mound and moved her into the perfect
position for the bubbler. Then I slowly slid my hand up along
her slit and up to her clit. She heaved a huge sigh.


She stroked my dick under the water; she held it and rubbed
it along her crack, between her lips and around her clit.
After a few minutes of this, my dick was about as hard as it
was going to get in the hot tub which is to say, not much. She
then slid higher onto me, pressing my dick along her ass
and kissing me. Sliding back and forth did wonders, to be
sure. But I was ready for the next step.


I lifted her out of the tub and carried her into my house.
The dog followed a little too close behind so I closed the
door behind me. I carried her to the master bedroom and laid
her down on my bed. I pulled out two super large terry towels
and I began to dry her off using the towel to take me places
only dreamed about.


She took the towel and pulled me onto the bed where she returned
the favor. She was a better towel drier than I as she didn't
miss a wet spot. When she got to my dick, she held it made a
big production of drying my balls and my ass.


"Now, it's all dry but I'm going to make it
wet again."


She leaned down and kissed it. She took the head into her
mouth and began to lick around the helmet. Gingerly at first,
she became more comfortable with it and caressed it. She
spoke to it, murmuring and whispering little things in
Spanish to it, between pulling it between her lips again.
I knew that this could only last so long so I swiveled around
and pulled her crotch into my face. I literally pulled her
onto my nose and began to stroke and lick her by pulling her
along my nose. She smelled wonderful but a little too much
like the hot tub chlorine. After some serious licks, she
began to flow and her musk was wonderfully dark and earthy,
similar to a single malt scotch (but not as peaty, Thank
God!).


She pulled off my cock and hugged my leg as she focused on
her own pleasure. I had engulfed her pussy and I traced her
slit from the tip to her anus and back. Approaching her clit,
I ran circles around it which made her buck and groan. She
was dripping juice all over me and the scent was delirious.
I ran my tongue along my path again and back around her clit.
I placed two fingers into her hole and slowly moved north
until I located her g-spot. With just the tips of my fingers,
I gently pressed on it as my lips pulled on her clit. She set
off her orgasm and it was truly of the fireworks variation.
She began to squirt her juice onto my forehead so I moved
my mouth over her hole and began to receive little jets of
girl cum on my palate. It didn't have so much taste as
odor, or rather aroma. It was delicious but not in comparison
to the experience of her orgasm and the calming down wrapped
around my leg. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes
until her breathing returned to normal. My dick was sandwiched
between her breasts and it seemed to be quite happy to be
soaked in her cleavage sweat.


Jay turned to me and looked at me in a way I had not seen before.
It was soft and sensual, like a satisfied animal.


"I have never experienced an orgasm like that. I have
never felt so good. Not with my hands, not with my vibrator,
never. That was amazing."


"Thank you but that's just the first. Just wait."



"Promise? But now, I return the favor."


She wiggled her breasts around my cock as she slid back on
me. Positioning against my nose again, my tongue took one
more lick as she pulled off and moved to the side. Taking
my dick in one hand, she began to caress my scrotum.


"You must tell me when you are going to cum. I want to
watch you cum."


She began to lick my cock, my balls and my taint. She licked
around my ass and ran circles with her fingertip around
the hole. She took a testicle into her mouth and licked around
it. She traced the vein along my shaft to the head and took
it into her mouth, all the while pumping it with her hand.



I was in some state by this time and it wasn't long before
I felt my cum boiling up and traveling up and along towards
freedom.


"I'm gonna cum...soon..soon...yes...don't
stop."


She sucked on the head and increased her pumping.


"Here it comes."


She pulled off and aimed it toward her chest. Two strong
bursts splashed against her tits. She cooed as it happened.
A moment later, another shot hit her on the chin and she giggled.
Now, my white cream cocktail was spilling over her fist.
She leaned in and began to lick me clean. As I began to shrink,
she took it all into her mouth in suck a loving and enjoyable
way.


She turned and slid next to me, still adorned with my cum
now shared against my chest. She wiped the cum off her finger
and licked it off with an impish grin. I held her close and
we kissed. As we kissed, we grasped each other so closely,
we moved as one. She whispered and murmured in my ear.


"I have never enjoyed sex so much. That was wonderful.
I feel released. Never before..."


"Sssh. You feel so good against me. That was wonderful.
You are such a sensual woman, I can't believe that you
have never enjoyed sex before. You are wonderful and her
head seems so well screwed on."


"No. Sex has always been for the man's pleasure
and not mine. I was just something to use. I never felt...worth,
I think that is the word...do you understand It hurts me
to talk about it?"


"I think I understand and you don't have to talk
about it. But, let me ask you, what about by yourself or with
your toys...or perhaps with another woman? Don't
you enjoy that?"


"No. Not really. I always felt a little dirty about
my toys, like it is my dirty secret. You know, growing up
in Colombia and the church...you understand? I mean, it
feels good when I do it and I have orgasms but not like this...not
like now. And I once had sex with a woman and I felt ashamed
afterwards. She really used me and it wasn't so good
for me. No, I like a penis. I like your penis. I am wary of penises
but I am not afraid of yours. I like your penis."


She ran her palm along my cock which was resting against
my belly and stirring back to life.


"Mmmm. Yes. I like your penis."


"See? I told you, you would. It's your friend...and
if you keep that up, you see how much he likes you...again."



I rubbed her breasts in my palm and felt her nipples become
aroused. I gently pulled at them and pinched at them and
felt her lean into me as we lay side to side. My cock was back
to full staff and I felt her rubbing her hips into me, sort
of like her sashay walk. I ran my fingers down her ribs and
around her navel. I slowly scratched my way down to her hairline
and I scratched that, ever so gently but with a tug. I cupped
her pussy in my hand and felt moist heat. She pushed into
me again and I separated her lips and pulled them up around
her clit. She shuddered and we kissed. I rubbed some circles
around her clit and felt it pulse.


I rolled her over and gently slid my cock into her. On my elbows
and looking into her eyes, I ever so slowly rocked into and
out of her. I pulled all the way out and felt her rise up with
me. I plunged back in and slowly made my way up as she sucked
me in. We did this a few times and each time, I seemed to plunge
deeper than I had before. She moaned.


"Am I hurting you?"


She whispered, "No, no, no...It feels so good. Don't
stop. It hurts good."


"You are so tight. I'll go slowly. You set the
pace."


"But don't cum in me. I'm afraid."



"Okay, I won't. Don't worry. I had a vasectomy
anyway and I have no sperm. You can't get pregnant."



"Oooh, that is so interesting. Did it hurt?"



This conversation was in whispers as we lay side to side
again and I continued to slowly slide in and out. I placed
a hand on her butt and let me push and pull me. We were making
love very slowly and becoming more intimate with each thrust.



"No, it didn't hurt. I had good drugs. And I figured
that as much as I love sex...and I'd had enough children...then
why not. I did it for moments like this. I didn't know
it then but maybe I did it for you."


Pushing me onto my back and rolling on top, she giggled.
She brought her head down and kissed me as I fondled her breasts.
She was in a semi squat and was riding me. Her pace was a bit
faster than mine and so I slowed her. I pulled her up from
her arm pits so now she was sitting on me. I ran my hands along
her breasts and along her hips. I stuck a finger onto her
clit and she jumped a little. I took her left hand and placed
it on her mound. At first she pulled away, but I took her hand
and placed her fingers in my mouth before placing her hand
back onto herself. Now, she began to move it slowly in circles
while I placed my hands onto her butt and I started to rock.
We rocked back and forth in this position and it became a
romp. Both of us grinning like fools, we rolled around the
bed until I had her pinned under me with her legs wrapped
around my thighs. This high angle made for some deep penetration.



We were now in what I call, "full fuck". Her fingers
drummed on her clit. Her fingers pinched my nipples. Her
fingers went back to her clit. She fed me damp fingers. She
began to frig herself quickly as I pumped harder, deeper
and faster. I felt that ol' boil again.


Jay began to cum with deep animal grunts. Bucking and shuddering,
she pulled me in.


"Cum. Cum in me. I want to feel it. I want it. Ay!"



She was flooding my cock again and I could feel her all over
me. That did it for me. I began to shoot and spray her insides
with my Cum-Lite as she yelped and shook. It was a powerful
simultaneous orgasm that shook us both. We pumped into
each other. We grasped and glued our chests together as
our hips bumped and slowed down. I felt her vagina grasp
my cock and I sighed. I felt blissful and I know she did, too.



We lay together and slept for an hour. When I awoke, we were
still entwined. My cock had shrunk and now our loins were
covered in cum. I slowly moved down the bed until I reached
her snatch again and I began to lick it and clean it. Her scent
and our combined taste was a treat. She rolled onto her back
and spread her legs wide. I began to take my job seriously
but she stopped me.


"I have to pee. Come on, let's take a shower."



What a great idea! I went into the bathroom and started up
the shower. She got in and I followed her. As she stood under
the water, I pulled her close and began to soap her back.
She pulled my leg between her thighs and rubbed herself
against me. I began to feel her warm pee run down my leg.


"I'm sorry. I really had to pee."


"Actually, I liked it. I felt good. And it was such
an intimate act..."


"Do it to me. Let me feel it."


She turned my cock downward and I began to pee on her thighs.
She held my cock and directed the stream on her legs.


"I always wanted to feel how a man pees. It always fascinated
me."


The smell of urine washed down the tub as we soaped each other.
I got on my knees and soaped her ass running my finger into
her ass. I replaced my finger with my tongue and started
to worship her anus. She loved that.


"Enough! Fuck me. Can you make me cum again like that?"



"Honestly, Jay, that was about as good as it gets.
We just had the most fabulous sex."


"Yes but you make me drunk. Do me again."


I turned off the water and lifted her up. She slid onto my
dick and wrapped her feet around my hips. I pushed her against
the tiled wall and started to fuck-dance, dance-fuck,
like that. I open the shower door and holding her in this
position began to walk-hop-bounce around the bathroom.
She was encouraging me and moaning in a multi-lingual babel.
I danced us into the bedroom and dropped her onto her back
at the edge of the bed. Sawing in and out, I was cumming again.



"No. No, wait!"


I pulled out and was panting hard. I was that close. She spun
around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me deeply.
It only took a moment before I felt the surge again and I emptied
my load into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed it down.



"Not bad. I like!"


She pulled off me and pulled my lips to hers. We shared what
was left of my cum and she was very, very hot.


I flipped her back and crawled between her legs. I placed
my fingers up to her spot while I sucked on her clit and frigged
just above there with my other hand. Her hands pushed my
head against her and the bucking started. In no time, she
was squirting into my mouth again. I jumped up and pulled
her lips to mine as we shared her earthy cocktail.


"Not bad, " I said, "I like!"


"And I'm hungry from all this. What have you got?"



"Well, you know what I got. You got it good."



I got two flimsy robes and we moved to the kitchen. I pulled
out a bowl of red beans I had been soaking overnight. Together,
we created a late afternoon meal of Red Beans and Rice (her
recipe, my interference), Voodoo Chicken (vice verse),
corn bread, red wine and finally, chilled pears. It was
delicious and like we threw ourselves a party. Jay was wonderful
company and we got along so well. Yet, we were incorrigible.
I leaned her over a chair and fucked her from behind. She
dipped my dick into her wine and blew me. I poured pear nectar
onto her pussy and drink it up. As I said, it was a great meal.



We dressed to go to the garage to pick up her car. I picked
up her thong bikini and put it to my nose.


"No, you can't have that. I will give you another."



At the garage, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each
other at the pharmacy the next day.


Our affair ran hot for about four months until the restaurant
opened. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought her
ten thongs as a Good Luck gift (but the gift was mine as she
modeled them for me). I contacted some friends to visit,
to review and to hype the café. In reality, it didn't
need much help because it took off like a rocket. Within
days of the opening, there were lines waiting to get in.
It stayed like that through the summer tourist season and
into the fall. Jay was interviewed and profiled as an up-and-coming
chef specializing in a unique Latino-French-American
style featuring local and artisanal ingredients. And,
as a bonus, her dishes were delicious.


I began to see a lot less of Jay. We would speak on the phone
frequently and I would see her at the restaurant but our
intimate moments were few and far between. Every few weeks,
I would receive a mid-day call asking me if I was available
for "a tub with a happy ending" and, of course,
I always was. She would duck out of the kitchen early on a
slow day and be in the tub holding a glass of cab within minutes.
I felt like I was her pit crew. When she needed oil, a lube
and a new set of tires, she would pull in. At least, it was
a long pit stop. She often stayed the night.


During those moments, she was very soft and loving to me.
Our sex was always of the five-star variety. We both understood
that our affair could not last but for the time we shared,
we treasured and relished. She would often whisper huge
ego boosters to me. Things like how I was her teacher, how
I taught her how to fuck, how to cum and how to be confident
‒ now, who doesn't want to hear that in his ear. I would
whisper to her that her chance had come and now she would
come into her own, as the special person she was. We were
there for each other and we were on the same side.


Our sex was truly uninhibited and based upon total trust.
It was as though she was undiscovered territory we were
Lewis & Clark. There were no orifices on either of our
bodies that were not conquered, mapped and memorized.



I had begun to collect her thongs. Actually, she often left
them there for me to sniff and enjoy. She danced around my
place naked, carefree and very happy.


Her fame was increased after she appeared on several television
cooking shows. She was much in demand but she always had
time for me. I was her oasis. I helped her recharge for the
next round. I so wanted her to make it.


It was mid-October and the tourist season was on the wane.
I was dining in the café when Jay came bouncing out of the
kitchen holding an email printout.


"They want me to run the kitchen of The Gramarcy Inn
during the winter. They want me to move into the city on November
1! And...Martha wants to do an episode with me! How great
is this?"


It was great and I let her know it but inside, I knew that our
days were numbered. However, Scott, the Maitre D'
and his young wife, Annie, who ran the office, were not as
enthused. As business partners, they understood the instant
fear of losing their draw. Jay picked up on it immediately.



"Now listen guys, I'm not leaving forever, and
I'm just leaving for the off-season. You know, I have
a piece of this place, too. This is my base of operations,
too. What's so bad if I work this? Think of the business
we'll do next summer. Should we look for a bigger place?"



Scott looked relieved, "You promise, Jay?"



"Yes, I promise, Scotty. You two have always been
my friends and gave me my chance to pursue my dreams and I
don't think we're done yet. So, yes, I promise."



"I have a suggestion, " I offered. "Instead
of being glum, we should be celebrating the success of our
little Colombian gastronome. I think we should have a party."



Annie suddenly perked up, "Great idea! You're
right. Stop being so glum, Scotty, let's drink to Jay!"



I offered different places to have the party when Jay interrupted.



"I have the perfect party. We go back to your place
and hit the hot tub ‒ all four of us. Let's get a little
drunk and a little high and let's just relax..."



Scotty couldn't believe this offer, "Oh, Annie!
Let's do it. You know how many years I've been waiting
to see one of Jay's thongs up close and personal."



Jay shrieked in laughter. Annie acted indignant.


"And what's wrong with my thong?"


"Stop, stop. Listen, let's finish closing and
meet at the house. You, " Jay looked at me, "get
everything ready!"


"Yes, ma'am. I have my orders." I bowed
and like the best courtier, I took my leave.


All was ready when they arrived: the hot tub was bubbling,
the wine was decanted, the candles placed around the tub
and the doobies rolled. I placed some fresh towels and robes
near the tub. The flickering candles gave the deck and the
tub a soft glow.


I had been curious to see Annie's large round breasts
since the place opened. They always seemed to spill from
her bra. Oh yes, I had looked closely. In fact, there were
times when I tried to count the freckles on this young and
healthy colleen. Tonight was the night.


They bounced into the house and went right for the kitchen.
Jay and Annie doled out plates of appetizers they brought
from the café as Scott served and I poured the wine. The mood
had shifted from being a total bummer to exhilaration.
There was a lot of laughter and silly repartee as we opened
another bottle. Scott kept turning the conversation toward
seeing the women naked and in the tub. Jay and Annie easily
turned his comments into teasing. I was fairly quiet until
Annie suggested that I was blasé about the whole thing.



"Annie, you're wrong. While my relationship
with Jay is nothing short of spectacular, I've been
wondering if she will give me permission to count all your
Irish freckles on your breasts."


"Oh, you'll never do that, " Scott interjected,
I've been trying for years. Hell, she even has freckles
on her butt!"


"You can waste your time counting them if you want,
handsome, but I told Scotty once that if he lusted after
me so much, I would get naked for him only if he kissed my ass
in front of his wife. And I'm going to collect!"



They cleaned the kitchen in no time at all and, in just a few
minutes, we were by the tub with our wine glasses and smoking
a joint. The candles enhanced the romance of that moment.



"I don't know about you guys but I'm in, "
I said as I began to strip down. I pulled off my shirt, dropped
my pants and walked into the tub.


Scotty followed but was considerably more modest.


"What are you hiding there, big boy? Show us!"



Scott turned around to the women and his 7", thin cock
hung to the side, slightly curving. It was beginning to
rise. He bowed and sat down to the sound of polite applause.



Annie looked at Jay and said, "Well, since you are
my husband's main event, I will go next."


She slowing stripped to a Stan Getz number wafting from
the iPod. When she was down to her skivvies, I was mighty
impressed. She held her large round C cups as she peeled
off her running tank top. She waltzed over to me and holding
her breasts, exhibited the freckles in her cleavage.


"I have my work cut out, " I said.


Now, she stood in front of us and slowly released them. They
were firm and proud. Jay made a little "I'm impressed"
face and smiled. Annie put her thumbs on the sides of her
pink bikini panties and slid out of them, exposing soft
strawberry curls covering her puffy mound. We applauded
as she stepped in and sat next to Scott. Her hands seemed
to go right for his dick and she giggled.


"He's not the only one, " I said as I stood
up displaying a very hard Mr. Happy.


"Okay, okay. Calm down. It's my turn and I'll
be right back, I have to pee."


Jay took off into the house. The three of us just drifted
into the bubbles. I heard Jay change the song and she came
back out. Stevie Wonder's "Ribbon In The Sky"
filled the quiet air. All eyes were focused as Jay sashayed
to the gentle beat and began to pull off her tee. Her lithe
brown body swayed. Her breasts were held by a very small
and thin brown bra that blended so well. I recognized it
from one of my Victoria's Secret forays. She peeled
off her jeans to reveal the matching thong. Damn, this woman
was the finest kind. She moved over to Scott and kneeled
down above his face. Slowly, she pulled the bra down and
allowed his eyeballs to bulge out of his head as he stared
at her pointy nipples. She smiled at him and waved a "no-no"
finger at him. She then slowly rose so he could take in her
thong-clad mound. She slowly turned around and shook her
ass in his face. Then she walked over to me. Standing over
my head, she pulled off the thong and dropped in onto me.
It landed directly on my nose and I made a deep (and overly
dramatic) inhale. Her scent was dizzying.


Jay stepped into the tub and walked toward Scott. You could
literally hear that pin dropping as she turned around and
stuck her ass in his face.


"Now, you can kiss my ass."


"Go ahead, hot shot, you've waited for this, "
Annie pushed his head forward.


Scott gave Jay a loud (and way too overly dramatic) smacker
on each cheek. Annie smacked Jay's ass and she squealed.
The applause was hearty as she swam over to me, sat on my lap
facing me and began to kiss me. This was not the little girl
I met in the pharmacy.


"Holy! You are so hard, Scott!, " said Annie
with a surprising respect.


Scott stood up and his long, thin dick saluted. The foreskin
covered most of the peeking head.


"Let me see that, " Jay said as she dismounted
and gazed at Scott's penis, "I've never
seen that before, that foreskin. It's cute!"



Annie took hold of it and began to skin it back, all the time
watching Jay's eyes. She turned to Scott and took him
into her mouth. I moved over next to Jay as we watched Annie
give her husband a blow job. Jay leaned into my lap and ran
my cock along her ass. I held her into me and licked her nipples.
Soon, Scott began to moan and jerk his hips. Annie pulled
him out and began to stroke him briskly until a white string
of cum shot from the head into Annie's mouth. Pumping
it and bouncing his balls with her other hand, he shot globs
into Annie's mouth until she engulfed the head and
began to swallow. As he began to relax, Annie pulled it from
her mouth and licked the cock clean.


My dick had slipped into Jay's snatch during the show
and now we were bouncing hard. I got up lifting Jay with me
and sat down on the edge. We began to bounce harder. Jay grunted
when I flexed my hips and pushed in further. With her on my
lap, I snaked my fingers around her clit and she ban to cum,
flopping up and down, grunting and heaving, her eyes closed
and her head back towards the sky. The scent of her pussy
musk hung heavy in the quiet air. Scott and Annie were transfixed
on the scene. I knew he was frigging her in the water.


"Yes...yes..., " Jay began to mumble and I
knew her orgasm was approaching. I felt the first gush envelop
me and drip down. I lifted her hips into a slight squat so
our guests could witness the spectacle. Jay pushed my fingers
away and began to frig herself quickly with her fingertips.
Jets of pussy cum began to shoot from her onto me. I held her
ass cheeks apart and held her up while she came. Her nipples
her hard and staring right at Scott. Finally, she collapsed
back onto me and I held her until her breathing returned.



We played like this for a couple of hours. We never engaged
in sex with the other couple only in front of each other,
which was certainly thrilling. After they left, Jay and
I gobbled each other like there was neither tomorrow...nor
the day after that.


Jay moved into the city and became an instant overnight
sensation at The Gramercy. She appeared on all the morning
TV shows and she snagged a cookbook contract. Articles
appeared about her in all the right magazines. Since her
style was soft and sensual, the press loved her. And, while
I knew our relationship had entered its twilight, I stood
on the sidelines and cheered.


On my trips into the city, I always made sure she cooked me
dinner. Sometimes, I took associates to the restaurant
and sometimes I'd meet up with my kids there. I'd
spend the night with Jay and head back to the Hamptons the
next day. Our nights together were glorious and tender,
sharing our souls as we intimately shared our bodies. After
several months of this, one night Jay whispered into my
ear as we were drifting off to sleep in each other's
arms.


"You know how much I love you, don't you? You are
my teacher. You set me free. I love you now and I will always
love you, whatever happens. Before you, I never knew I had
worth. Before you, men abused me, even my father. Before
you, sex was something I feared because I always thought
it would hurt me, like the others had before you. But you
taught me love and confidence. I never felt sexy before
you and now I know I am. It even makes my cooking better."



"Jay, will you marry me?"


"Maybe, my darling, but not now. Now I want to run with
this. I can't settle down now. I have to see this through.
Do you understand? Please understand."


"Yes, of course I understand. In fact, while I would
marry you in a heartbeat, I could not stand in your way. Everything
you have ever done in your life has brought you to this moment
and it is for you alone to revel in it and take it where it takes
you. I will love you forever and I will always be there for
you forever. I am on your side."


We kissed so deeply and so soulfully that for some moments,
it felt that we had truly become one. I began to caress her
as though we had one skin. We kissed each other in places
we had not found before. When I entered her, we were so tightly
entwined that all our fucking motions were internal. The
slight friction and squeeze-and-release soon had us panting
and groaning between the kisses. We came together, which
seemed to be our habit. We slept that way, too.


Although we talked on the phone frequently and passed emails
daily, being together was our best way to communicate.
On my next trip into the city, Jay told me of new developments.
Whereas some people share news over a dining room table,
Jay liked to share news after sex. On this particular occasion,
she had just ridden my face to a soaking conclusion. She
proceeded to lick her juices off my face as she told me the
news.


"I'm coming back to East Hampton in two months
and I will move in with you, if you will let me. I will stay
there until I can rent my own place. It's okay? Please
say yes. But I'm going to be flying in and out all summer
because I've been asked to cook at a very chic restaurant
in San Francisco. Also, my editor is there and she and I will
be working on the cookbook. I also have some appearances
in Los Angeles and New Orleans, so I will be muy busy, si?
In between all that, I'll be working the café and training
the staff on my recipes. Annie tells me that she is so much
flooded with reservations already that the weekends are
almost all sold out Isn't that something?"


"Jay, we take it one day at a time. You know where I will
be."


The spring finally came and for a few weeks, we existed in
our idyll. I had pretty much left my business in the hands
of my employees and so I spent every moment with her. We never
fought, we never argued, we never went to bed angry. It was
to be our last time together like this. I think we both knew
it and so we treated our time as special.


Right after she left for her first trip west, my mother took
ill in Florida. She lingered for nearly six months until
she passed. I spent a lot of time with my siblings at her side.
When she finally passed, it was a blessing for her but I missed
my little Jay.


When I returned to East Hampton, Jay was off on anther jaunt.
As luck would have it, I was asked to speak at a conference
in Palo Alto and Jay and I made plans to see each other.


Our reunion was warm but I knew things had changed. She showed
me her new world and her new friends. It seemed that she was
creating a place for herself out here. Her trips back to
the café were becoming less frequent but the place seemed
to run on auto-pilot now anyway. She introduced me to her
circle and especially a tall, handsome sou-chef named
Randall. I could tell that he was sweet on her and the feelings
were mutual. This guy was better for her than I was, he could
give her a family and he was of an age where they could grow
old together whereas my time...well, you know. I also understood
that our relationship had changed since we never spent
our nights together. She complained that her schedule
wouldn't allow it, but I sensed a level of discomfort.



Our phone conversations and emails grew less frequent.
I started dating an old girlfriend/fuck-buddy again but
my mind was not really there. My life plodded along but I
could not stand in the way of Jay's career nor her happiness.
About a year later, I received a letter inviting me to her
wedding with Randall to be held in the Napa. She asked if
I would give her away. As ironic was that gesture was, of
course, I would be there.


The wedding was a lovely affair and Jay looked radiant.
There were plenty of celebrities in attendance and paparazzi
outside the ranch. Just before the wedding commenced,
Jay pulled me into the Bride's room and pushed all her
friends out.


"Do I look good? Are you happy for me or are you sad?
Is my veil on right? Please tell me you're happy...it's
important for me to hear it..., " her words tumbled
out rapidly and nervously, "you know how much I love
you...I love you so."


"Sssh, baby. I'm happy for you. Always. I will
give you away to a man who will love you like I and who will
be your friend and partner. And, if he isn't, I'll
beat the shit out of him."


She laughed and cried and fixed her makeup. She said she
had a special gift for me. Reaching into her suitcase, she
pulled out a small Ziploc bag containing a thong. It was
obvious that the thong was still damp. I opened the bag and
inhaled the most delicious scent. I carefully zipped it
up and put it in my pocket. A knock on the door told us it was
time.


We just smiled at each other as I led her down the aisle to
her Randall. He looked at her in much the same way I did and
I knew he loved her deeply and would make a good mate for her.
I felt settled inside.


During the party afterwards, several of Jay's associates
were all over me, telling me all about how Jay talked about
me. My dance card was filled and I'm sure I could have
scored any one of them but I chose instead to watch from afar.



Toward the end of the evening, Randall came over to me and
asked me to step outside with him. We stood on a deck overlooking
the vineyards as he pulled a cigar and a joint from his pocket.
I lit both.


"I just want to thank you for all you've done for
my wife. She loves you very much and I know you love her, too.
How can you not love her? She is the very best thing that has
ever happened to me and I want you to know that I will take
good care of her and I will always treat her well. I am blessed."



"This is good to hear, Randall, because, you know,
if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down. She is a rare and
special person that we need to nurture and to protect. Now,
make beautiful babies."


"Oh we will! Jay has taught me well all those lessons
you taught her. Before Jay, sex was the end of a date for me
but since Jay, sex is pure pleasure and I have you to thank
for that."


Back at the hotel, Scott and Annie found me alone and quiet.
They were good friends to me that night and on the flight
back.


Jay and Randall have made two beautiful babies. Jay's
cookbook is in its fourth printing. They own pieces of restaurants
in six cities. I see her on TV now and then. Recently, she
was featured in Vanity Fair. They are doing very well as
a team. And although I fill the role of Grandpa these days,
I can escape back to our time any time I want. All I have to
do is take the ziploc bag from my desk drawer, unzip it and
inhale. -----------------------------------------


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Interesting. I also changed the life of a lesbian with my
warmth of love that her former sexual experiences lacked.
Wish we could join hands and try a hardcore lesbian!

12/7/2009

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Hilarious! You remind me of a modern day Heinlin; the ultimate
male fantasizer! My favorite line is "After some
serious licks, she began to flow and her musk was wonderfully dark and earthy,
similar to a single malt scotch (but not as peaty, Thank
God!)." I just picture the little grand babies on
your knee "granpa granpa tell us about the thong story
and Mr. Happy again!" I only found about four typos,
one of them was "suck" instead of such, which
actualy worked-- Sorry . . .I can't help editing. The
ceviche and the lilac in the vase on a blanket at the beach
cracked me up too because it mimics behavior men think women
want but is totally illogical, basically satire of seduction.
Wtg-- that was funny

5/11/2010

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Uh oh-- I see the statement "basically true."
In order to protect the woman's privacy and your claim
to fiction, you need to change some stuff up and hide the
reality. I would suggest change of nationality, etc. so
you don't get sued if you were ever to do anything with
this story. It's a pretty good story and has comedic
potential as well as being fairly good erotica.


I am often curious about how it works with younger women
and older men and why the older man inevitably gets upstaged
by a younger man when she is done getting what she wants out
of him. One time a younger woman encouraged me to get with
her older "roommate" as he and I had a mutual
interest in one another but I just didn't want to be
with a 60 year old man who lived with a 22 year old woman who
talked about his feet in detail. If a man has a penchant for
younger women, could he ever be happy with an equal? There's
no room for illusion there, like David Henry Hwang's
M. Butterfly where the Frenchman's
Asian butterfly perfection of womanhood was actually
a man, and the Frenchman chose to remain in denial about
it; With older /younger, Male / Female, the woman remains
in complete submission and in awe of the older man until
she can pull herself up to a place independent of what she
can get out of him. The older man has her in his grasp as long
as he continues a procession of worshiping her youthful
hubris and paying tithing to her potentiality for fullness
of womanhood and success as a human being, basically a surrogate
parent and the minute this breaks down, the illusion is
over.He becomes an over bearing bore and nuissance and
she becomes a deluded bitch impatient for her goals and
demanding change and the old guy has to recycle her on to
some other older guy or someone younger so he doesn't
have to cut his own balls off to get away from her. I've
seen it happen more than once. In fact more than once with
the same young woman. I am perplexed by this. In your story--no
way do I buy it that she is sexually damaged. It would be funny
if she was pretending and having trouble hiding this and
actually scamming the white guy and his fantasy for latina
women. there's a whole other perspective from her
POV, and from the omniscient. Illusion is the key word.
We are all fascinated with the illusion.

5/11/2010

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this was a very good articel i really enjoyed reading it

5/17/2010

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nice story. you got game

8/10/2010