When Journals End

December 31

 

Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journals I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job.

 

Here I am on the cusp of my marriage.  Up until now the real events of the Halloween “concert” alluded me. Now not just marriage but with a bonus child coming seven months later. Sure I had only seriously dated the woman for eight months before this. Four months before I decided to commit and stopped fucking the other two women in my life.  But she fooled me. She stopped taking her birth control pills without telling me two months before.

 

She said she did not have the money. But she made a good living.  Since we had for all intents and purposes living together these past few months I might question her expenses. Other than keeping her tiny studio apartment I estimated them to be minimal.

 

But I am a fool in love.

 

Her big blue eyes and bigger soft as a bunny tits, thin waist, and curvy behind had won me. Really it was her simple southern ways and homeyness that she displayed that made me forgo the pleasures of my more experienced, adventurous, and sometimes tandem two toned lover’s beds. The prospect of monogamy and “settling down” seemed more likely with Toni.  The years since Rene I had much sowing and reaping of wild grains on my part; but I was pining for the fiords of a deep, meaningful, and possible everlasting  love.

 

The  romantic in me will out every time.

 

So as I go through things that I may not want to drag forward into this new relationship I found those journals from my past. Out of the pages of scribbles and typed pages on the boat anchor weight Underwood typewriter ensconced in my coach house it raised questions within me.  Why that journal? Why from that year?

 

The long forgotten events of a long forgotten Halloween night. Here is more baggage I need to remove before I start my new life with Toni.

 

What is most troubling is what was forgotten and now remembered with today’s clarity.  What happened that Halloween night has been revealed to me in High Definition that was not possible then. The events of the spring and summer of my shipping clerk days flooded back to me. It all seemed to make sense now. Those events are freshly etched in my soon to be family man psyche. I need to exorcise these memories and move on.

 

I will do it on the pages to follow along for myself and see if it is still clearly defined once written down.

 

First memory that flooded back was how that Halloween day started. The minute I got to the warehouse I was immediately sent over to work with Ellen Joy.

 

We started our day together as always. Three bong hits each. No more. No less. Today she was wearing her, what I can best describe as floppy hippie hat. It was perched atop her long flowing brown curls. This was no perm. This was hair she had been growing a long long time and it shimmered in the morning light.

 

Perhaps the dope made it shimmer more. I knew creeper weed and this was creeping up slow and steady.

 

Soon I was being ridden by this full figured woman who was chanting,  “Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.” Her floppy hippie hat above open blouse with a black silk scarf slung low around her waist were all in motion. She was perspiring platinum. Breast’s lost their fleshy bounce once fully out of her blouse to become still beacons in the morning light. She glowed. Oh, how she glowed.   I marveled at how my cock disappeared into that full curly bush . I was pushing up on my feet, lifting her on my pelvis and arching my back high off her sloshing slapping water bed.

 

As I pushed repeatedly into that thick black bush. I began to feel I was being swallowed up in a deep lush forest. Except what was once warm wet and wonderful, was becoming wiggly, wormy, and dank. I could swear the black curly hairs, once soft and inviting, were becoming constrictive and stifling. I could not breath and my cock felt coaxed by thick black tentacles and powerful suction.

 

The hairy black tentacles grasped and entwined me and Ellen’s crotch opened wider and wider as if it were a gaping maw. It pulled me up into her gaping box by my balls. Her unholy twat pulled my balls within her as if to swallow them up like Rocky Mountain oysters. Her usually hot wet cunt was cold as icy death itself.

 

Her voice husky and breathy repeating over and over , “Flesh of my flesh. Bone of my bone ….”

 

It was then that the metamorphosis of Ellen Joy transpired. She became the youthful and bouncy boobed Jo Jo. The same Jo Jo I knew only in passing and who was to accompany Tami with me to the concert tonight. But why am I fucking Jo Jo now. Tami was to be my date tonight I thought incoherently. As I was mesmerized by sweat shimmering bouncing brown tipped tawny boobs it was….

 

Fade to black for me.

Advertisements

Doors Closed and Doors Opened

Rene:

Our first Christmas together. I wanted everything perfect. Parents gone for a tropical Christmas cruise. But not before we all put up the family Christmas tree in our front room. I’m home from University on winter break so we spent the last night before their departure trimming the tree with all my favorite ornaments and bubble lights.

It’s Christmas Eve and he is coming over. Haven’t seen him since Thanksgiving.

Every week we are apart I ached. I fretted too. He has a new career. He is making money. No longer the broke student I met at the roller rink last summer. I was eighteen, fresh outta high school in skimpy shorts and even skimpier halter top. Skating tall on my high white lace up roller skates. I wasn’t sure if it was the skating rinks cranked up air conditioning, or how cool he looked in his tight black T-shirt and jeans, but my nipples were hard pressed against the halters thin fabric when I accidentally on purpose rolled into him on the floor. He was not a great skater and we nearly went down there in the middle of the rink, rather than later that night when I went down on him in his parked car.

The rest of that summer was a blur, and off I went to University. So instead of experiencing all the strange new boys at school, I lay aching, touching, dreaming, and fingering myself to the tune of my man back home.

His new job kept him busy with all those ambitious power suited downtown advertising women. Between his schedule and the dorm housing situation of my first year away at school we were only able to share a few furious weekend fucks in the college town’s cheap roadside motel.

But for the next four days we have my family home. Familiar, expansive, clean, and all ours. I plan to fuck him in every bed in the place. From my Daddy’s little princess canopy bed to the King Size luxury mattress that my parents sexlessly slumber upon. We are going to give every surface in this house whatfore this Yuletide season.

But first I plan on fucking him under this tree. I have the Santa hat, the peppermint striped thigh high stockings. The come fuck me high heels and I am wrapped in a festive snuggly silky red robe over nothing but my freshly showered and scented self.

The doorbell rings and I let him in.  To begin this night his “I am getting laid” grin floats up from between my sopping thighs.  The grin raises to tend to my very erect and screaming for attention nipples. They are bursting from his cavalier Cheshire Cat nibble and lick. Then his grin is under me as the enormous knob on the end of his cock splits me wide while I ride him in full view my family’s hearth hung stockings. The grin goes as he comes.

Debbie:

It’s been a year of his bullshit. I left a good job in the hope of removing the impediment of being co-workers stopping this “relationship” from moving forward.

Ha!

Relationship?

Him showing up in the wee hours of the morning, reeking of booze, and me taking him into my bed, with stops on the floor, and the couch, and the kitchen table for him to fuck me in whatever twisted way his devious delicious mind thought up at the saloon while drinking with….clients.

Like hell.

Re-lay-shun-ship in-deed.

So here I am on yet another Christmas night after spending it with my mom, and sisters, and sisters boy friends, and sisters husbands, and enduring their questions, and what ifs, and what abouts, and how about so and so. Or I have the nicest guy at work…. Blah. Blah Blah.

“Oh, thanks all. But tonight I have a man coming over who is going to fuck me blue. I will be screaming his name during streaming, reaming, rippling orgasm after orgasm.  By 9 pm tonight this not so nice guy will be licking me clean and starting over again.”

Why?

Because he can.

Because I let him.

Because…

He knocks. Before you can say Merry Christmas I am on my knees before him. My mouth accommodating that large luscious knob his dick works valiantly to uphold and know it will be mine again and again. Where I want it.  How long I want it. Deep into me. Deep into this Christmas Fuckfest of a Night.

I’ll confront him in the morning.

Moving On:

There I was kneeling between Toni’s legs. Her ass was perched nicely on the top of my thighs giving me a panoramic view of her splayed moist offering. My hands cradled her rump. Guided it where I wanted her cunt to go. She purred below. My balls nuzzled her puffy and slippery pussy fronds. Spreading her ever so poignantly with precision ball sack placement.  Lifting her ass in my hands brought my cock to perch pleasingly on the hairy chestnut patch which crowned her prominent mound. Her scent wafted to my nose enticing me.

A moment of indecision arose.

I did not know if I wanted to admire her, eat her, or fuck her. Her sumptuous spread confronted me quizzically as her buns resided in the palms of my hands. Her tummy was soft and alabaster, Her great breasts with barely defined and irregularly shaped large pink patch areolas lay proudly displayed while creeping up towards her chin. The result of gravity from the slope created by her butt’s position now raised in my hands over my kneeling thighs. Big light brown curled hair was spread all over the mattress framing her soft blue eyed features.

She had spent the Christmas party shimmying these hips, rubbing those tits, batting those big pretty blue eyes at everybody she thought would help advance her career goals for me. To raise our soon to be community property value.  At the same time she was marking her territory for every female coworker who had, or she perceived ever had, or entertained the thought of having me. Only through extreme feminine poise and cunning did she keep herself from falling completely out of that little black party dress through the night. Now that I had relieved her of that and her little black holiday brassiere and lacy color coordinated panties, I could see she had powdered herself profusely and made allowances for the generous cleavage she had displayed for all my male and female coworkers at the company Christmas party. Face, neck, shoulders and tits were made up for the festivities. The shocking red lipstick was outstanding on professionally blushed cheeks and the perfect application of foundation. Brows and lids were highlighted to set off her azure eyes.

Decision made, I moved her calves onto my shoulders and bowed in reverence for the feast I was about to partake of.

I wonder if she will taste different now that I know she is with child?

Oh What Child Is This

2 – Now When?

Schluuuup

So I watched Judy rise out of bed. I can never take my eyes off of her when she is naked. I know she likes that. She has told me she finds it reassuring. I concur. When you stop looking at the person in your life when they are naked it is all over. Not finishing. Not coming into the home stretch, but full and well kaput.

 

Her breasts. Glorious tits might I add were still full and round with ever prominent erect nipples. Sensitive occasional orgasm inducing nipples. Well, more than occasional. She can squirm and seep from an errant brush of a hand over said rack of desire. A well placed tweak betwixt thumb and forefinger can elicit a gasp and full body quiver. It may have taken a lifetime of difficult, petulant, hard to never being pleased women in my life to arrive here. But here I ever gratefully am.  

 

Sure you might be thinking , “Where’s the challenge in that?” I will take the endless stream of pleasure derived and pleasure given of this most satisfying of sexual relationships. You can keep your hard fought conquests. Been there. Done that.

I felt myself rally as I watched her small behind exit the room and I hoped wherever she wandered in our home in the sky she wouldn’t tarry. Because I was going to take her around the block one more time.

 

Life was good. I rolled over and hung my head over the edge of the bed. I enjoyed the bottoms of the clouds as they floated under Lake Michigan. I could see sail boats that had headed out this beautiful spring morning early in the season. I hoped they were experienced because Lake Michigan can throw some serious spitballs at the novice and occasional foolishly bold part time mariners. I was awash in self satisfaction with my navigation of some perilous financial waters to have arrived here at this best time of my life. I was reassessing how secure I was feeling and why that should feel new to me, since it had been over a decade since I had even the slightest trepidation of my income waning gibbous in relation to my outflows. The one decision of cutting my losses through a painful divorce before more damage could be done financially was in my view the turning point. Never again will I make that error.

 

I liked my bed up here in the clouds with the wall of windows that look out over the big lake with my head hung over the side of the big four poster bed. I enjoyed fucking other women in this bed that Toni picked out. I liked her demand to get it in the settlement. I dug my heels in on that one and since I had paid for everything in out fourteen year marriage I won. I have enjoyed digging my heels in while fucking the other woman that rode this four posted monstrosity as they rode me. Many noted that it did not seem to be my taste in furniture but I deflected with a vague reference to sentimental value and kept my lurid fucking revenge reveries to myself.

 

Why spoil a moment.

 

I watched the boats sail on the ceiling of blue as the puffy cotton ball clouds made a moving carpet of peace. I was at peace now.

It was then my upside down landscape was replaced by the perfectly place blonde fringed pussy du Judy at the perfect height for a perfect lickin.  

 

“Am I blocking your view?” Judy purred  

 

The high elevation of the bed and the length of Judy’s legs were the best argument ever for predestination so I reached up, grasped ass, and pulled her fresh out of the shower cunt to my eagerly salivating mouth. Both snatch and tongue were prelubbed for her oral pleasuring which she leaned into and exclaimed, “Oui Oui Pierre mon fleur,”  as she bore witness to my stiffening prick.

 

I was lost in flowing folds as she sank low to meet my adoring tongue and her legs parted to reveal my upside down lakescape once more. I floated on her scent and plumbed and bobbed in her snatch when she said cryptically “You just got back so that stiff one will have to wait to be released.”  

 

I felt her legs buckle as she slid off my face into a quivering lump of orgasm jello.

I admired my day with my mast rising high, spread eagle on my post marital bed. With hopes of a special Judy fuck demurred from just moments ago, I was still ever hopeful in spite of wondering what Judy meant by me just getting back.  

I had no recall of the previous slither by now.

 

Judy looked wonderful splayed on the floor, her taste fresh I my lips. My hard on raging to my nethers that needed to feel her delightfully tight pussy split as my cock found it’s way into her heavenly splendor. How a woman her age could still be tighter than some ass I sampled in my day was a joy and mystery to be revered. Just the thought had me slipping and stretching my six foot frame over her five foot three blonde on blonde body like a puffer fish showing off to intimidate.

Judy knew me harmless and said, “Seems you need a refresher. Go read your journal and see if your really want to take the chance of another of your time spurting cummings and goings?”

“Journal?” Was all I could muster as my erection toyed with her sweetened folds. Usually my fires no longer burn at the same level of Kelvin as they have in the past, but this morning they were off the scale. As my Judy lay on the carpet in our high rise home, her large soft breasts pulled apart and resting nicely in her armpits, her freshly eaten pussy still splayed and moist from my oral ministrations. Her womanly essence radiating up to me called me to straddled her at her stomach and placed my mast in between her large fluffy bald armpit kittens. She sighed and pushed them together engulfing me in her bath oiled and scented breasts and said “I hope you stick around after. But I can never even can tell when you leave, so it’s no skin off my tits.”  

 

I was beyond listening or even caring at this point. I could tell she was welcoming me with her breasts and her cryptic warnings meant nothing to me at this point. I just felt my cock sliding in the lizard brain induced bucking hip thrusting motion of fucking a desirous female in places that will not propagate the species. Judy would greet the tip of my prick with a tongue swipe when it traveled up to her mouth only to slide back between her glorious boobs.

 

Repeat, enjoy. Repeat, enjoy. Repeat, enjoy. When my cum flowed it came in velocity and ferocity of a twenty year old me as it spurted. On her beautiful face. Ooof. Her glorious tits. uuuHHH. Her elegant neck. AHHHHHHH. Her……Schluuuup.

 

Fragrant Furrows

I found the tip of my tongue plowing fragrant furrows topped with a huge tangle of black bush. It was a not unfamiliar, but a rather rare occurrence in my life. I could tell I had been drinking. That has not been so rare. I could tell I was much younger because I was about to come in my pants while eating… who? I peeked up and there she was. Gina. I could tell by the toned, well muscled, long legged, and spare breasted frame. But this time Brittany was sitting upon Gina’s face with a look of hunger in her eyes and a sly devious intensity being sent in my direction. Her eyes were big and blue even without the large framed spectacles she usually wore at work. I was extra grateful that on this special occasion of the company Christmas party Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better was the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina’s busy cheeks. I knew this was not how it was. I knew this would have been glorious. I knew my notebook would not be here so I knew the memory of former pasts was flitting away like a bird on the wing.  

 

Good news was Gina was cumming in gushes. Better news was this time I was not unloading in my drawers. Being faced with a now that was ready to suck me in I was going to enjoy the long eluded Brittany sucking me in her sweet mouth that gasped as she came hard and long on Gina’s face. I studied Brittany’s face as it floated above her now disheveled little black dress. That face that had launched numerous phantasms in the libido of a younger me. That younger libido I was sporting again zoomed into overdrive as I rose from between long toned thighs with Gina spread all over my face. My goal to be between Brittany’s shorter and softer thighs. A goal that was finally within my purview. Not to mention visions of clutching that perfect Brittany behind that always had me stop whatever I was doing at work to watch her work it down the editing house hallways where we both were employed.

 

Gina was working those gams of hers trying to hook my ass with her heels to draw me to her sweltering snatch, but Brittany’s cunt was in my sights singing her siren’s song to me. So I had no qualms of crawling over Gina’s writhing bounty to claim the object of my long deferred desire.

 

My balls brushed Gina’s small firm breasts as I knelt before Brittany and slowly eased her little black dress over her red banged hair which framed her beatific face. Her hair perfectly straight over her lustful lovely eyes. Gina presented with my stiff cock under her Brittany slathered chin made do by wrapping her fingers around it blindly. Gina gave a gasp of appreciation into Brittany’s cunt as she felt my girth and steely response. She was licking both of us below while using my throbbing cock head on Brittany’s now palpitating clit. My tongue explored her sweet mouth twirling a holiday waltz around her thrashing tongue. Brittany’s strapless bra gave little resistance as I brought her perfectly shaped breasts into play. We kissed and I fondled those two delightful tits which rested in gentle pools of flesh like purring kittens in my palms. Shape and size perfect. Pleasing heft and bounce. Soft fleshy little globes that were in need of my adoration. Perfectly dark ruby ovals surrounding shy inverted nipples. I scooted back to get one of those little beauties in my mouth, a maneuver to which Gina took issue with since my prick was withdrawn from her combo platter leaving only Brittany’s pussy and her fist around my shaft to satisfy her lust for thick cock.

 

I had forgotten what a leggy, shapely, and lithe woman Gina was because she took the initiative to roll, bend, hoist, and free one of her limbs from between my thighs to the outer reaches of our current triangle of lust. This maneuvered me with leverage to her greedy twat. With a twist of her hips gravity did the rest and I fell into her. My fall was glorious, my prick was engulfed in her tawny paradise. So I stretched out and began pumping furiously into Gina while enjoying the bounty of Brittany’s bosoms. So my past night of defeat now afforded me to savor a naked and willing Brittany while I buried my now steely young cock deep into Gina’s sweltering twat.

 

My eyes were locked on the visually stunning front facade of the delicious and delectable Brittany.  Her body was all I had imagined. I fucked Gina hard. I fucked Gina deep. All while drinking in Brittany’s beautiful wine colored nipples. Nipples that were now rising from either Gina’s oral attention, or the visual display of me banging her best friend while she was being eaten out with feline precision by her quivering and orgasming bestie beneath me.  

Still tonguing mercilessly, Gina was muttering guttural obscenities that were echoing within Brittany.  

 

“Oh fuck that long legged slut Pierre!” Brittany cried as we all came together as a team.

No thoughts of notebooks, slithering, or that this was a past that never happened. It was happening now. It was happening to me. I knew my Brittany Christmas present would be unwrapped shortly.  Even as I spurting deep into Gina I knew from the look in Brittany’s eyes that she needed to exchange Gina’s tongue for my cock. She needed that now. I knew this would alter…

 

What?

 

Ho Ho Ho

By now Brittany had rolled off Gina’s face and watched transfixed as Gina’ legs flailed in the air as I rammed in and out between her long luscious thighs. I could feel her tight bottom whirling and thrusting up to meet my every plunge. With Brittany now splayed back against the headboard my face could meet Gina’s wonderful mouth still emanating with Brittany and finally taste all that her sweet fount had given. Bonus points for the vision of Gina’s dark black hair fanning around her shimmering face had me fucking her hard brazen and boisterously. I felt Gina’s sweet firm breasts press against me as our furious fuck maintained a delicious rhythm. Brittany charms faded as Gina’s cunt enveloped my every attention.

 

“I thought you,” Gina exhaled hoarsly. “Came!”

 

I grunted appreciatively.  

 

I was sweating and panting in a whirl of lathered passion. Grunting like an oarsman while servicing the Mediterranean beauty as she emanated sweet guttural breathy pleasure whines pitched to a frequency that spurred me faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her stretching accepting and all encompassing nethers.

 

Her slim waist was on a swivel as her long limbs wrapped and her nails scratched in her passion throes. Her lips locked onto my neck and she sucked so hard I knew I would have a hickey. She became part Hoover as they locked again on my neck and she sucked in a a sloppy wet and slurping fashion.

 

I had not had a hickey in years, and certainly never received one while fucking and bucking for all my worth. Now Brittany was moaning and with a glance I could see her fingers had found purchase of her sweet and neglected pussy. She made a pouting face as if to say, “But I thought it was me you wanted to fuck.” I gave her an encouraging wink and returned to the long resolute fucking of Gina. First things first. After all she let Gina take me to her bedroom while she was busy chatting up our General Manager Ron. I wonder where Ron went?

 

Gina rolled me with a “Fuck This!” Straddled me and began to examine my still stiff semen and cunt coated cock and started pulling and rubbing it on her stretched and weeping snatch.

 

“Will you look at this Brit.”  

 

“Will you look what I am rubbing it on.”

 

“Will you please take over.”

 

I could not see Brittany’s reaction because Gina had me flat, prone, and erect in her cupped  hand. All I could see was the ceiling and all I could feel was her soaked slit buried deep in her thick black bush on the bottom of my cock while my balls resided under her dripping cunt. She was still working me roughly like a bar of soap. Rubbing me on her snatch pressing my prick to her most desired places with the precision of an portrait painters oiled up brush.

 

“He sure seems to like you a lot.” Brittany teased.

 

“Well tis the season.” Gina sighed, “So it’s your turn to get fucked jolly.”

 

“Ho Ho Ho,” said I.

 

Faces

Gina was not giving up the controls easily. So Brittany teased the head of me with her pointed little tongue. The side view of Brittany on all fours, her red hair obscuring my view of her tongues delicious work on and around my shaft with teasing little burrows into Gina’s delicious furrows was sensation enough. I enjoyed Brittany’s breast, which held their pleasing round shape even with gravity tugging at them in her doggy position. Her tummy flat and rump raised would have made me wish for a position if her oral delights and Gina’s special clit friction had not made me moan out loud.

 

I closed my eyes in sweet satisfaction. When they opened again I found two shimmering faces poised behind my extra stiff self both teasing up and down the shaft with flicking licking tongues. Gina’s frizzy black hair a diaphonique veil when she took her turn working mercilessly down me until I felt the back of her throat while Brittany looked on. When freed from Gina’s mouth Brittany brushed Gina’s hair back to reveal my cock shimmering in the low bedroom light.

 

Taking the challenge and my shimmering knob in her dark red almost maroon  lipsticked mouth Brittany ever so slowly worked her tongue on the very underside of my ponderous bulb, her tongue snaking down my member like a serpent on a sturdy tree limb. Gina, not to be idle found my ball sack irresistible and set about licking the remains of our lust while Brittany adjusted her angle of attack to indulge Gina’s whimsical ball serenade, all the while continuing her sweet descent down on me.

 

In addition to the oral sensation I was receiving I had the added show of two nimble twenty something year old bodies with rumps upraised and Brittany’s delicacy in clear view as she maneuvered above me increasing angle and access for Gina’s Ball bag sonata.

 

When Brittany’s long nights journey finally brought her mouth to an end her throat gagged and then Valhalla opened up and I felt my dick slide into her relaxing and accommodating throat which quickly tightened and she began working her way back up with continued tongue enticement, but at a more expedient rate.  Brittany set about the task of fucking me with her mouth in earnest.

 

Her folds wept from above onto my chest hair and shimmered like diamonds on this winters eve, so I reached for the source and thumbed and fingered her pages into a frenzy which was transmitted to the vim and vigor with which she sucked my cock.

 

One finger found entrance while my thumb ran sweet circles around her clit and she rewarded me with a building suction and hands flailing up and down the slippery pole between her lips.

Gina’s tongue ran up the under of my prick and the two lovely mouths met in a deep kiss all around mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…………………..

 

I was coming. Yet I was going. I felt the sperm flowing out of me in fiery thick lumps and savory sauces and saw it covering their lips, face and tongue. I didn’t mean to come on their faces but it was happening. Now? Why confused? Where am I going. I don’t want to go. Not Now. Not.

 

I woke to find Toni. But no book. Then the whole twenty additional years of marriage slithered into my memory. Slithers were not going to be a problem because sex with Toni was even more nonexistent. In the memories of a twenty year extension of the original fourteen year debacle it became plain that I would be here a while.

 

A look in the mirror cemented the horror of what an extra decade in a miserable relationship will do to a body. Time was running out to find the notebook. To have an inkling of where I had slithered from and what I was missing faded as I melted into the now. This was the wrong now. The now that never was. I looked helplessly for the notebook until I forgot what the notebook was and what I needed it for until I forgot what I had forgotten and forgot to look.The never was that was the memories that never were of the  contemptible marriage continuation that never should have been washed over me and erased all clues of how to ever return to the right now.

 

“What are you doing?” I heard Toni ask in her toneless flat Tennessee tinged twang.

I felt the visceral loathing rise up in me at the sound.

 

It was years before a chance meeting with Tami that my cryptic and phantasmagorical notebook again came into play.

 

1 – Now When?

Tami Slithers The Future

Yes we rolled around. It was forever. First close order groping, followed by roundabout rubbing, leading to roustabout ransacking until the cloth pants, shirts, boxers, brassiere, and panties succumbed to the Inevitable.

 

Tami was naked.

 

I was naked.

 

She stood up.

 

She began to arrange the four pillows on the bed. Gibbering crazy demands amid girlish giggles. She placed one sideways. One long ways. Two stacked highways and sideways. But Tami left a gap at the headboard. Tami filled that gap with her head. She spread her long curly chestnut hair symmetrically over the mattress. It mounted and conquered the sideways pillow. It inevitably covered her outstretched arms bunching nicely around her snow colored breasts which contrasted with her deeply tanned skin. Only her brown nipples matched the brown of her belly. I could not wait to fondle those pert snowy globes. Hair placement in order she positioned and pressed her skinny back into the longways pillow. Her hips swiveled. Her ass rode up stacked highway and sideways pillows. Her legs spread wide open. Then Tami jerked her knees to the crooks of her elbows.

 

She had obviously done this before.

 

The presentation of splayed Tami took my breath away.

 

It was then I took note of the glittering bejeweled three part diamond belly bling on her skin so brown. I also had noted the pentagram star tattoos twinkling just below her bikini bottom tan line. Two big ones individually placed strategically above the crease where luscious thigh becomes absorbing abdomen. There they stood watch on pointy star legs over slender thigh gulch. That would be my offensive oral opening this eve if all goes as planned. It seemed more edible in it’s hairless presentation. All parts apparent and pinkly displayed.

 

All that was strange enough for 1977; but when she began fingering her smooth hairless pussy with her long striped multi colored fingernails I knew I had slithered.

 

But I am back. I am watching myself crawl on all fours towards her. I see myself pause as my nose hovers over that sweet spot where Tami is slowly flipping through the pages of her folds like she is perusing a book. I know I was thinking. Lick it. Lick it good.

 

“No!” She says tersely. “I want your cock, not your tongue.”

 

I continue my crawl and notice from my new found aesthetic separation that she had placed herself perfectly on stacked highway pillows. I watch as her cunt slowly receives my offering. I wish I could slither again so I could feel the wetness. So I could feel the warmth. So I could watch her eyes fill with passion as I fill her with my solid goodness. But I remain aloof. I keep my distance

 

Only when all pillow order was abandoned and Tami’s head was thrown over the edge of the bed while I furiously fucked her now decidedly wanton, split wide, wet snatch did I realize I had slithered back.

 

Slithering is as Slithering does.

 

She is a small woman so I easily raise her rump up with me as I rise to my knees without missing a push, we move through a brief face to face flourish. Her snatch is flowing like a faucet down my thighs. When I lift her by her ass with each retreat I am face to face with her sweet white orbs clearly highlighted by deep brown bikini tan lines. I hold her high on my cock while I relish her delicious brown nipples. My tongue swirling in a spiral on my favorite. Her left breast is mine and her cunt is a waterfall now.

 

When I release her butt and gravity gives her now orgasming tight twat it’s all over my shaft down to my balls. I come with such force that when she rises untethered by my embracing arms she is shot off my cock like a cannon and sent sprawling onto the floor. Meanwhile I am still coming and spurting wildly all over her, the floor, our discarded crumbled clothes, the carpets, all the way to her dresser which is against the wall. Still I am spurting jizz coating her snowy white breasts and tanned little body for what seems like forever.

 

I notice that her belly bling is gone. So too are the pentagram tattoos. Her pussy again covered in chestnut hair and the pages of her folds a concealed except for a single pink page sticking out in deluxe distention from our fucking.

 

She tries to escape my cum spraying cock, but as she rises on all fours in frantic scurry the final syrupy salvo lands square on the small of her back. Seeing that white tail making it’s retreat brings out the prey response in my slithering lizard brain sending it a newly charged message.

 

By now I may not know when I am fucking Tami but I need to mount her from behind. I need her now. I may have released mass quantities of cum but my willy is still willing. Tami hears my approach and looks up and over her shoulder. Her long curly hair flips magnificently in chestnut colored streamers and the sight of my still erect cock makes her slender arms give out leaving her rump up and ready to receive.

 

Fortunately I stay long enough to feel her two mango breasts in my hands as I pierce her heavenly thigh gap pressed as tight as she can to raise her hips up to meet the my engorged impaling prick and she wails as I bang in, out, and around her bikini bottom defined tan lined hind quarters.

 

We were two beasts when I took my final look from my final slither before time went poof.

 

Bingo!

Oh it was dark. Oh it was oh so wet. From the angle and the poohfectly formed ass and elevations I knew. I knew. But this was no time to call out heedlessly. After all I had been here before. But it felt so poohfect. The way I was sliding. No. Gliding in and out of the wettest, tightest, most poohfect twat terra splitest ever. When she fell forward and off my cock and purred as only she could the elongated syllable Pooooohfect did I know I had landed.

 

Bingo!

 

Whenever This Room Was…


Boy this room was dark. Whenever this room was.  The air felt cool as it dried her off my dick. That scent was as unmistakable as her pet name was for me. It was disconcerting that I could not see her. Sight is such an overriding sense in these situations for me. I hear that is a common male bias. But at this time I should no nothing of such things. With Rene it should be a mutual training and exploration time. I know things this time that I should not know and did not know last time around. The urge to show off was prodigious. The mess it could make even more so.


But it was oh so very dark. I could hear her breathing. Sighing. Purring. I led with my hands. Found familiar thighs. Sturdy and long. I spread them and trailed little kisses along the inside of my favorite. Each one with relish. Some with a little tease of tongue. Some without. Her scent grew stronger. She smelled like none have since. She smelled fabulous. She was ripening with each tender lip flick. With each nibble. When my thigh roaming had almost reached the apex at her crossroad I gently opened wide and gave a little full jaw bite and growl. She gave a full core shiver. I knew now that it was a little O. I had no such intimate knowledge then. I had the false belief that women were all or nothing. Just like I was then. But not now.


My nose led me to pay-dirt.  


Even in the daylight her snatch was always concealed by that fine haired blonde fringe. With sheets of darkness surrounding us I would get nary a glimpse this time round either. So I rooted around in the fluffy blond briars until I found the paradise from which I had so recently withdrawn. I raised her tush up in praising palms. Her swale was well furrowed from my previous plowing so I plunged my tongue deep into her melange bowl and slowly wriggled head, tongue, and lips about tossing her salad vigorously; stirring up her own special frothy vinaigrette offering. Spreading it gleefully from thick firm thigh to thick firm thigh with the overflow spreading generously on my cheeks. My hands which were tenderly cradling her magnificent behind were well oiled by now. Forgetting where and when I was; I fortuitously poked my finger into her delicious ass sending my sweet Rene’s rump into a rambunctious tango that had all my senses reeling. Her now turgid twat and clit covered my face like a host hungry alien. A young Rene coming was a visceral event.


I had forgotten how swiftly my body reacted back in those heady frisky days. Overpowered by my twenty four year old hormones which were fermenting nicely with her twenty year old vintage. My decades older psyche was overpowered and my ragingly hard cock spewed forth a prodigious amount of seed in every direction available. Covering sheets, Rene, and all over the well churned point of face to muff contact.


The younger minded me would have been mortified, but this seasoned mind in the exuberant frame just fell between the goalposts of sweet thighs and tender small tits planting fully snatch slathered face to her prim young red rosebud lips of blondy blonde delight. She demurred from my kiss at that time. Today I know women that would be reveling in a celebratory lapping of said bounty that had poured forth from their own private cornucopias. I wish I knew if Rene ever found that special kind of frisky later in her days.


The sudden slither to a lighter later time left me with handfuls of glorious breast, cupped from behind within a full body spoon, that could only be my present day Judy.  


Home.


Now.

 

High-Rise Notebook

 

 


The recall of former pasts only lasts a few minutes. When the slithers first started I would think they were dreams. Then I would notice things changed while I was away before I no longer noticed. That was when the notebooks began. I started leaving paper and pencil by the bed when I was having sex. It became clear I only slithered away momentarily after I came. But while away time ran for a longer duration, depending apparently on frequency and quality of sex. Away times could be very long indeed. But my returns to what was presently passing for now took turns of unsettling nature. That is until the rubber band of time caught up and the slithers became memories that had always been there. Time critical recollection was key.


I would return sometimes to Judy’s condo with her. Sometimes to my in-law apartment dormer with her. Sometimes in my high rise apartment with her. Worst in my furnished one room apartment, with her. Always with her. Always my notebook was still there. But not always from where I had left. Other than still being nestled inside Judy’s still wet and warm aura from our entwined burning lust.


She could never tell if I had slithered except for when I leapt for the notebook to frantically write before the rubber band of memory snapped into me making all thing just memory. At least until next I slither.


Judy once asked while peeking over my shoulder to see what I was writing, “Where did you go?”


“Why inside you my dear. I left numerous parts of myself swimming about happily.” I quipped.


“What a hopeless and pointless trip they are taking.”


“Well, it’s all about the journey. The destination is besides the point.” I said as she pulled me back into our bed, this time apparently my slither left me planted in my glass walled high rise 25th floor apartment in downtown Chicago. The memory of slithering away from my dormer apartment meant this slither had placed me in this string before it all was natural and right as it had always been.


“A joyous trip each and every time.” Said I.


Judy looked magnificent in the early morning light. The sun rising over Lake Michigan gave her light blonde hair a halo glow and gossamer shimmer. This timeline was one of affluence. Things had gone well financially. Judy was partially cover by expensive sleepwear finery. Her uncovered parts were glorious. I felt her breasts trace their way down my stomach riding gracefully on her erect nipples. Her mouth slowly taking me in with a brief tongue swirling  flourish.


Fortunately affluence still had not robbed me of Judy’s favorite morning ritual. Apparently a sort of way about her that allowed her to pleasure herself while pleasuring her man, and occasional woman, with a feverish grinding of her nether region on her object de felate’s leg while giving the most spectacular head I have ever received. Her blonde hair tickling my stomach as her mouth gave oral pleasure for the ages.


As Judy was a swift serial orgasmer demanding quick delivery I was often conflicted between coming too soon and coming too late. The ladies deliver option du jour was to release my cock from her manipulating maw and stroke me to testicle tearing climax all over her glorious tits.


“I like when you come back from a slither and are able to deliver such a load only minutes after your last offering.” She daintily licked my remaining offerings of her finely manicured nails.


By now memories of my travel were non existent.


As I had stated previously most often I would return to Judy.  


Until I didn’t.  


That fact made this last slither of mine rank utmost in importance and significance only surpassed by the fact it put my next in jeopardy as well as into question of ever occurring.

 

 

Oleo Holiday

He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior, the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.

 

Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman. She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance. She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show off her boyfriend to her new coworkers. Well maybe he was not exactly her boyfriend. But certainly her date for the evening and long term, well, lover for sure.

 

He had spent the last five years focused on his career since the break up with his high school “sweetie”.  His old sweetheart was a tall small breasted icy woman, so he had been wallowing in the variety nature had to offer, vigorously dating all personality and body types. Rejected frequently. Accepted enough to be satisfied with the sampling. Of late he had focused in on three delicious women. All three different. But with two things in common. All three had great tits. Yes, he had a fixation.

 

They were Coco, Toni, and Nancy. Tonight he was taking Coco to her company holiday party. Coco was the woman he had been “seeing” the longest.  Although he had met Toni only a month after the demise of his childhood romance, he had not started dating her regularly until just a few months ago. Nancy had become a Friday night after work regular, who also knew Coco from the days when they all worked at the same organization. Nancy was a single mom and Friday nights were her nights to herself. Often his nights to have her as well.

 

Toni was still in full take me to dinner, a show, then you can fuck me transactional relationship motif.  Saturday nights were with her. But neither he nor Toni was ready to do the next morning wake up together routine. That was fine with him. That freed up late Saturday, early Sundays for Coco. He liked fucking three women one after the other on a given weekend. But lately he missed the simpler more conventional committed relationship. So he knew a decision and two disappointed amours where on the agenda early next year.

 

Even though he always called first, Coco did not like that he would come over to her apartment late at night with only one thing in mind. Two things really. Her tits. Coco knew he only fucked her the first time because of her tits. They were a headliner in any venue. But he kept coming back for more. She hoped more would develop and had even changed employers in the hopes that distance would facilitate a real relationship. But lately she could tell he had come from being with another woman, and still she would let him in because she knew what she would get. She knew she would get it again in the morning too. She knew he would wake up in her bed and he would be hers all day long. Those were the best days. Coco wondered from time to time if it was Nancy he was coming from. Coco knew her. Coco knew he still saw Nancy. Nancy and her had fucked him together once. Only once. Nancy and Coco had been a couple but Nancy never slept with Coco again after that. She missed her. Coca had been with her enough to believe she knew her scent and this was a different flavor.

 

But tonight he would be all hers Coco thought as she put the final touches on her new party dress . It was flowing off her frame just right for a night of dancing. The plunging neckline showed off her best assets perfectly. Good thing he had bought her that expensive snuggly coat to keep her warm on the taxi ride to the party. Coco did a final adjustment on her garter belt and stockings. She knew that secret knowledge of her undergarments would have him hard as a rock all night long. Men and their ways Coco thought.

 

He knew Coco was the best lover on his weekend wanderings. Maybe the best lay he had in his life. She was inventive, unpredictable, full of surprises. Oh those tits. Big, round, firm, yet supple and soft. He could watch them bounce as she rode him from above or as she was sprawled beneath him on her back and all places in between. He could not take his eyes off them. Maybe long enough to look into Coco’s eyes when she came. Her facial contortions and glassy eyes were his inspiration to make her tits bounce again until she came in a magnificent show of twitching moaning ecstasy. He could make her cum a lot. She made him cum in quarts. So why did he know she would not be his final choice?  He knew because something intangible was lacking between. Something he did not find in Coco.

 

The doorbell rang. Coco opened the door and in he strode. She form fitted her supple body against his. He  leaned in and kissed her long and hard and said, “Taxi is waiting outside. Ready?” Coco kept her breasts pressed against him just long enough to make her excuses for a few final touches. An unrefusable proposition. He knew that worst case scenario the taxi driver would scoot with the extra cash he tossed his way to get him to wait and a new cab would have to be hailed. But that last full tit press was worth it. Coco was worth it. He knew he would chicken out tonight, fuck Coco for the last time, and break the news to her after the holidays. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but he could not resist Coco’s allure.  He hoped he could resist her allure after the news was broken. She made everything hard.

 

The party was as festive and boisterous as Christmas office parties could be. Oh how Coco danced. He loved dancing with Coco from her shimmy shaking to her melting into him on a slow dance. He also enjoyed watching her dance with others. Coco was a willing dance partner to both men and women. He would catch glimpses of her stocking tops, or her low cut dress being lower and more cutting during her gyrations. He loved how her olive skin collected a dewy sheen when she perspired.  When she sat down beside him for a break before hitting the floor again he lifted a small drop from her cheek with his finger and savored her taste.

 

Then he caught a whispered catty comment from one of Coco’s office cohorts. “Coco is gunna get some Hardrock tonight just where she likes it.” He didn’t care for the nickname he had been given by some of the women he had dillyed more than he had dallied with in his more diverse post break up dating days. But he had earned it. He knew he had earned it numerous times with the catty whisperer. Tonight he planned to embrace that nickname until Coco was fully spent and satisfied.

 

On the cab ride home that cartoon song found it’s way back into his noggin, so he sang it for Coco.  “Oleo lady o lady io….” making her laugh all the way home. She had wanted to take him in her mouth to get him and herself warmed up.  She loved his cock, but she had blown him in a cab before so a repeat performance would have just been gilding this lily of an evening. He had never sang a whole silly song to her without a care of the apparent annoyance to the cab driver. In the end cabbie was happy because Hardrock was a big tipsey tipper.

 

Even after slowly undressing Coco those dang cartoon lyrics were still running through his head. She spread herself out on her over-sized bed and he knelt between her thighs. From his vantage point her tits were mountains on the horizon.  He reached out for them while giving her some serious side to side head. Because of her short stature and his long arms he was able to firmly grab her two glorious tits with his tongue teasing her inner thighs. He heard in his head “Donner and Blitzen away away” and he started to think those were fine names for her boobs. He could not help himself and he started humming the song while his tongue slithered in her slippery twat. She purred, “I know that song” and he felt her pussy pucker around his tongue while she laughed out loud.

 

She watched his head lift out of her snatch as he rose between her legs. The bed was the perfect height for him to stand and enter her while she was on her back. Coco put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs back to her chest and then spread her legs wide. She knew he liked an unobstructed view of her tits when he banged her in this fashion.

 

He knew the time was right for a full piston press while using his fingers to push that now erect button her parted dark pink curtain had revealed for him. He circled the sleds around her sweet spot and went in for a deep impale. As he stroked in and out he heard “Santa is busy with his magic sack. He trusts his reindeer and never looks back.”

 

“Back! That’s the ticket.” he felt the inspiration rise in him.

 

He flipped her over to all fours, reached under and cradled Donner and Blitzen while teasing a reentry ever so slightly into her from behind. Her little ass waggled and he teased again ever so gently with the tip. He cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples until she pleaded  “Harder Hardrock. Harder.” She knew she had slipped calling him by his office nickname. But tonight he was living up to it. He was thrusting away full hilt and that was when Coco did what she always did. Fell forward breasts flattened to the mattress and little rump raised up to receive. He never told her this always disappointed him. He lost access to caressing her wonderful breasts, not to mention full immersion into her.

 

She never told him that the full penetration he made when she was on all fours was uncomfortable and occasionally painful which is why she would fall forward and flatten out.  She would endure his mad dog humping fury as long as she could in that pose. She knew he really liked it that way. She could feel him grow stiffer and longer when she was mounted so.  She also knew he would never even try that position again if he thought it brought her pain. He was too gentle that way sometimes.

 

He was on his knees behind her admiring how her flattened breasts spilled out on the sides under each well toned arm, but the refrain “Oleo Lady” was going through his head.  He got out of bed and said, “I have to get something from the kitchen.”

 

Coco rose up on one arm and watched his broad shoulders and no ass walk out the bedroom door in the dim light. “Now what?” she thought to herself. She looked around her bedroom congratulating herself on the mirror placement. Nothing gaudy, but when she rode her lovers reverse cowgirl the view of herself in the large dresser mirror took her breath away. With luck she will do that show tonight. If not, when they rise in the morning. The view of her breasts as she rode her men and women lovers pleased her and just the thought made her wetter than ever.

 

When he came back he was singing that Christmas cartoon song. ”Oleo lady ol lady I O”  and he pushed her on her back and straddled her stomach. He had a tub of margarine?

 

“You didn’t have any Oleo. Who does these days. Who even remembers what Oleo was?” With that he scooped out a full measure and courteously started rubbing it between his palms for warmth before rubbing the slippery viscous oil on her breasts.

 

Oh the old buttered breast tit fuck coming up. Men do like to fuck my tits she secretly smiled to herself. She had successfully guessed Act I. .Act II would be something Hardrock had saved up. Even after years of coming in late at night and her bold offer of “do what you want with me” upon their first frolicking fuck there was one road not traveled.

 

Donner and Blitzen were a sight to behold as they enveloped his dick he mused. Her breasts so round and firm with large brown areolas. His fingers gently traced the transition between tit skin and aureole satin. He gently kneaded the nipple to attention. Her nipples were subtle, where her tits were not. He loved the feel of his balls getting all slick from the Oleo. “Oleo lady” danced in his head as he smeared more and more on his shaft and her breasts et al.

 

She loved watching his face as he tit fucked her. He was always a gentleman about it. He would come between her tits and on her neck, but never that silly jerking off in her face that these younger men seemed to have learned somewhere. Less experienced and gratifying lovers received quite a surprise when they tried to pull that stunt on her. However Hardrock would be granted that pleasure if he so desired tonight.  But he apparently had other plans. He slid his slippery balls down her belly now and was turning her over. Oh well. This is not the first set of sheets she has ruined with him. Coco quivered with anticipation.

 

“Alright. I give. So your Hardrock. I’m Coco. But who is Joe?’  she asked looking up while on her side.

 

“It’s Joe Booty baby “ he said with glee and continued to turned her over.

 

“But..” she began

 

“Exactly” he cut in as he gleefully started smearing generous portions of the Oleo substitute on her butt cheeks and gently teasing her tiny little anus to prep it for her close-up.

 

“Sing along now Coco my sweet” said he.

 

Coco had been fucked in the ass before. Rather in-artfully she might add.  She was having a moment of serious trepidation, but then the silliness of the situation, him singing like a fool as well as her trust in him as a tender lover caused her to give in with a nervous laugh.

 

“Santa is busy with his magic bag…” they sang in unison

 

Between the laughter and the singing Coco first became aware of the head of his cock pushing ever so slightly into her tailgate. His big now red bulbous Christmas ornament was working ever so gently in and out.  Bit by bit. Slowly splitting. Then releasing. A little more. A little less. Just a bit of pressure. It was almost pleasant and she was relaxing.

 

Finally after he sang out loudly “I’m Hardrock!”

 

She followed “I’m Coco”

 

So it was when they hit in unison the lower notes of, “I’m Joe,” his cock slipped in deep and solid all up her bumm making her laugh, squeal, and cumm instantaneously from the sheer intensity of the sensations.

 

He could not believe how tight she was. Her ass felt like a vise grip condom as it rolled all the way up his prick to his balls as he delved into her over and over. When he burst his Christmas cheer in her ass she felt the warm glow wash over her being and up her spine like a fiery river.

 

He had never felt such intensity in a woman’s orgasm in his life as he drained everything he had into her quivering quaking flesh.

 

So it was years later, deep in a loveless marriage he would dolefully beat off into Toni’s bowl of decorative scented soap in their bathroom to visions of being in Coco’s bumm dancing through his head.

 

Ho. Ho. Ho.

 

As a kid in Chicago the lyrics to an archaic stop motion classic would run through my head every holiday season. But the refrain “Oleo Lady” always brought to mind the butter substitute, margarine, once referred to commonly as Oleo. As an adult male this reference to Oleo lady took on a new meaning one very special holiday evening~ P.S.

 

A Christmas Judy 8

Epilogue

 

The year was 2071. Conchita and Lilly, the nurses were watching the brain scans and read outs from the one hundred plus year old man. With the massive number of baby boomers achieving hitherto unheard of ages, the monitoring and search for what was going on in those elderly brains as they sat oblivious in their dotage had become a booming industry. Protracted tongue movements had caused alarm among the staff, so he was brought for closer monitoring. The usual, there but not there, state in which he had been resplendent in for the last three years had the staff ever curious about the readouts.

Though my body was in the care home, I was still admiring my Judy sprawled on the massage table. I was now taking her on shaky legs to her bed for our first of many nights sleep together joined as neither of us had been before.

 

“There was an incredible surge in neurotransmitters in Subject’s brain happening during that last episode of facial acrobatics. Yet all his vitals seem steady and halcyon.” Conchita said to Lilly as she notated it on her tablet.

 

“He is always one of our happiest and accommodating residents, but those episodes concern me.” replied Lilly. “But look at how placid he seems now.”

 

“Well, lets take him back to his room get him settled in.” Conchita stated. “It’s almost time to knock off and I have tons of stuff to do before Christmas.”

 

Ho. Ho. Ho.

A Christmas Judy 7

What Did Judy Get

 

I was pleased to find upon entering the bathroom that Judy, although a very busy woman, had not been neglecting herself. She had a wide array of scented bath oils and crystals as well as a large bathing sponge and plenty of clean fluffy towels. I chose a pleasingly scented oil that was half full, found an ideal water temperature and allowed the bath to begin filling as slowly as possible. When I returned I found she had positioned herself in her meditation area and breathing the deep relaxed cadence of one experienced in the practice.

 

As I knelt down before her she looked at me through half closed eyes and said “Even though Rene filled me in about this, I can’t say I am sure of what I do?”

 

“That’s the whole point,” I said softly, “ You do just what you are doing now, breathe, clear your mind of everything and just experience with all your being. There are no goals to be reached. Only each eternal moment.” We sat eye to eye and I allowed my breathing to match hers as I admired the beauty before me. When I had cleared my mind of everything but her I rose and led her by the hand to the bath.

 

I slowly unbuttoned the heavy winter sweater she was wearing sensing that the temperature in the room was now sufficiently comfortable and slid it from her shoulders, then lifted the lighter silk garment that she wore beneath slowly over her yellow mane and laid gentle kisses on every area of slowly revealed alabaster skin. Being a fair haired blond her skin was perfect and apparently well protected from the suns rays in spite of her love of the outdoors. I let each discarded garment gently fall to the tile. As I released her full and delicious breasts from their fabric embrace I added appropriate licks and ever so gentle nibbles where appropriate. I knew the marks from the bondage of these astonishingly full breasts would be washed away with the warm soapy bath. As I unbuttoned the woolen skirt and slid it down over the curve of  her hips and over her still winsomely small derriere I took extra care with the kissing, in teasing proximity to my eventual poetic palette. Judy’s breath was quickening and I had to be mindful to keep mine even. It had been a long time since I had shared in a moment such as this. My middle years focused on attainment and the resultant competitiveness of my business life made me forget many of the things Rene and I had shared when youthful and free of responsibilities. Eventually the woolen skirt and kisses made there way to the ground floor roving along the longest legs I have ever run caresses down. I took the opportunity for additional and apparently pleasantly invigorating near kisses with the removal of her simple and shear panties. She placed her hand on my head gently to steady herself as I rolled the silk stockings off her feet. While kneeling in front of her I looked up to see wide blue eyes past brimming round breasts and delicately moist flaxen haired fringed lips. It was clear my attentions were being fully appreciated.

 

I took her hand as she stepped into the tub, and while she stood there I used the scented water and bath sponge  alternating with intimately placed and tender kisses to cover sketch-1544892311967every inch of this statuesque blonde. As I lowered her into the tub I said, “Now just soak and relax for a bit.” As she sank into the warm and lushly slick water I slowly removed my clothes while she watched and splashed a bit as she luxuriated herself with the sponge. When I was through and stood before her she looked me up and down and quipped, “It looks like you are enjoying this as well”, and giggled like the girl I remembered.

 

“I’ll prepare the other room” I remarked and I grabbed some towels as I left. I lit some candles and used some of her sandalwood incense. I set up Judy’s massage table in the middle of the room and perused the selection of massage oils she still had and selected what would be the best for the encounter. I looked about approvingly and focused awareness again on the moment .

 

After drying Judy and leading her to her table I observed with awe as she stretched out on her back on the freshly lain towels. Her breasts spilled down her sides as she positioned herself and and I knelt between her thighs. I selected the oil and warmed it in my hands knowing that the room had heated enough for us both to be comfortable and naked in for quite some time. I began caressing her gently all over, paying attention to nothing but her in my hands as I gazed into her diaphanous blue eyes. While above her I utilized some of my yoga positions to make minimal but effective bodily contact while reaching treasured areas of her full and generous charms. Sometimes she would succumb and follow that most human desire to give pleasure while receiving it but I would gently caress her hand and kiss it back to her side. Her breathing became quicker and sighs began issuing from deep within her being. Time became inconsequential to us both, but when the moment came after a longing search of each others eyes while kisses were exchanged it was then that I traversed her length once more with lips, tongue, and hands while I knelt between her now upraised knees and began that most intimate of massages. Initial contact sent a rippling wave through her whole glorious body, which seemed to continue as I explored further. Occasionally her hand would go to a place and I would begin special focus there allowing her hands to relax again with the knowledge that this was a sensitive area that needed special attentions. As the kneading moved slowly from the exterior to the inner realms I felt contact with her very being as the come hither of my fingers massaged deep within Judy. I felt a massive release and exhalation. While she collected her breathing and sensory faculties, I knew it was poetry time.

 

Her eyes were glassy , but her breathing was fluid and deep. As I worked tongue and lips down her upraised leg and looked at her face I again saw the many faces of Judy, from little girl, early confused adolescent, teenage dream, young aspiring lady, facets I witnessed through the years all culminating in the mature confident woman now flushed with a spiritual passion from deep within. When my lips reached hers and I began with a tender yet gentle flourish to share my poem, with some adlibs for effect of course, I felt her moan through her entire body and we wailed our impassioned mantra as one.