The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning
trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it
might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you
think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe
and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is
they probably don’t look much better than I do.”

Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the
front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you
can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security
viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a
man in a cap and workshirt. He apppears to be in his mid to
late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around
his cap.

You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you
say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now…a strong, atheletic, tall man
carrying a toolbox in his right hand.

“You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but
soft baritone.

You remember your call to the appliance store in town
yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your
balky ice maker.

“Yes, I did, come in, please”.

You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him.

“The ice maker…it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re
expecting company this weekend”"

Just inside the door he places his tool box on the flooor
and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet
yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a
tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your
spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or
moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to
reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.

He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into
your soul, and you desperately want to say something to
break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something
primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or
speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning
for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a
white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.

You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are
strong, rough hands…a workingman’s hands, but strangely
graceful in their movements.Slowly, one button at a time, he
unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of panic, but the
growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and
quietly, in place.

He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it falls
silently, forgotten, to the floor.

Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along
your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on
your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him.
His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on
your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts
your teddy over your head.

His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward,
and for a moment you can’t catch your breath. Gently his
hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a
moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to
resist is vanished…you are consumed by an animal need so
strong that it’s almost more frightening than this man, this
stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his
nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you feel
his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.

He turns you around. For the first time you see his rock
hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin
like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair.
and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny,
erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples
touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.

In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks
and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor.
His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body,
touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your
soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand
finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends
waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You
close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the
sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.

Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of
his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he
stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts
your thighs and with a start of disappointment you feel him
move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel
the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet,
raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly
upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps
gently across it’s inflamed head you feel your belly explode
in orgasm.

As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue guides
you from peak to peak, until you think there can’t possibly
be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher
until you believe you’ll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond
sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie
exhausted, but yearning for more.

The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress which
adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then,
gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and
once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time
after countless time you follow this stranger into
sensations you never imagined possible, and after each he
gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savor the
journey.

Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a
march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he
moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue
gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one,
and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to
the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body,
hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed,
pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing
gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your
neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again
from the ashes.

You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at
the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin
of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking
the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his
body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you
sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your
hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and
you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he
feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts
forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his
engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the
penetration.

His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each
pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body
is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his
movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is
making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings
on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is
pleasureable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time,
as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the
spiritual plane wash over you both.

As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting
grows more gentle, virtually stoping at times.
Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle
thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The
simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the
other sensations you have created together. You have no
sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness.

You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a
growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his
primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of
yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the
act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need
building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis,
with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks
clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his
completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him
fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greated with
your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together
to join in this most human of acts. You pound together,
stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals,
grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed
, and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his
thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself
totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until
he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the
approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the
moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately
with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently,
and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your
clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb.With each
throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his
hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between
your buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his
pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills
your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces
it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your
final explosion, and you shudder together in your final
release. In a last moment of conscious thought before you
collapse together you feel a completeness you’ve never
imagined possible before.

After some time, you couldn’t say how long, you feel his
lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up, pulls on
his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves.

For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom
floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in
the warm afterglo. “We never said a word” you think. And as
you think about it you realize that the silence, the
anonimity, made it alright. “I’m still married, I still have
the kids, I still love my husband…I’m ok.” And you realize
that you’ve gained something precious…a secret memory to
place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be
forgotton, or repeated.

As he sat at his favorite table in a nearby restaurant eating his steak
dinner “she” walked in. She had shoulder length brown hair and the most
beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. She was dressed in a floral pattern
dress that accentuated her body, with black seamed hose and 4″ spike heels.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he had to do whatever it
took to get to know this beauty.

As he thought of the best approach to take, he tentatively made his way
over to her table. When she looked up at him with those piercing brown eyes,
he almost forgot what it was he was going to say. Quickly regaining his
composure, he introduced himself and said, “I just had to tell you that you
are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”. She smiled and thanked him
for the compliment. She told him that she thought he was quite handsome as
well as she introduced herself to him. He asked her if she would join him
at his table and allow him to buy her dinner. She accepted with a smile as
he tried to be the gentlemen and held her chair. He pointed the way to his
table and followed her there, all the time watching the way her rear end
swing back and forth as she walked.

As they ate their meal and got to know each other a little better, they
completely lost all track of time. The next thing they knew, the waiter was
telling them that it was time for the restaurant to close. He offered to
drive her home, all the time wishing he didn’t live in the barracks so he
could invite her back to his place. She accepted his offer with that smile
that bedazzled him. As they drove, he kept glancing over at her and admiring
the way her black hose clad legs looked. He could almost swear that each
time he looked there was more leg showing as her dress rode higher up her
thighs, but he chalked this up to his over active imagination. When they
reached her house she invited him inside for a drink. He jumped at the
opportunity without a moments hesitation.

Once inside, she poured them each a glass of wine and they sat on the
sofa to continue their conversation from the restaurant. As they sat talking
and staring into each others eyes, they could feel the sparks from the
electricity that flowing within them. He slowly leaned over and brought his
lips together with hers ever so lightly. When she offered no resistance to
his kiss, he took the wine glass from her hand and gently set it down on the
coffee table. He slowly turned back and taking her head into his hands,
returned to those luscious lips. He felt her tongue lightly probing his lips
and opened his mouth so that his tongue could meet hers.

As their tongues jockeyed for position with each other he gently began
to caress her back and slowly worked his way down to the firmness of her
buttocks. He lovingly squeezed her ass before moving his hand back up and
around her body to capture her firm breast. When she offered no resistance
he slowly and teasingly began to open the buttons of her dress. After opening
the dress far enough to get a hand inside, he worked his way in to feel the
silky softness of her bra. He opened the next button in order to gain better
access and discovered that her bra was black lace that closed in the front.
He opened the closure hook and unbuttoned the dress down to her waist. As
they continued to kiss, he worked the dress and bra off her shoulders exposing
her ample bosom to his view. He was amazed at their firmness as they stood
practically straight out with no sag at all. They were capped off with her
erect nipples which were as thick as his pinky and stood out at least 1/2″.
These were surrounded by aureola the size of silver dollars and as pink as
the blush in her cheek. He had to fight his desire to just attack her tits
so that he could work slowly in order to give her the maximum amount of
pleasure possible.

He lovingly started to move his lips from hers and lick his way around
her jaw line and down her neck toward her breasts. As his lips were coming
down, his hands were cupped around each breast with his thumb and index finger
pinching and rolling her nipples. As his mouth came down her body he started
to plant little kisses all around the soft flesh of her mounds. When he
reached the apex of her mountains, he stuck out his tongue and started to
flick it across her nipple, slowly at first but increasing his speed as he
saw the effect it had on her. As he looked up at her face he could see the
ecstasy that she was feeling. He continued to alternate his ministrations to
her breasts going from one to the other until she grabbed his head and told
him she felt like she was going to cum just from his sucking her tits. He
stopped what he was doing only long enough to tell her that he didn’t mind
as long as she was happy. He told her his intention was to make her feel
better than she had ever felt in her life. He returned his attention to the
job at hand and continued to glance up at her face occasionally. Suddenly
she sucked in a deep breath of air and he could tell that she was almost
ready cum so he went for his big finish and squeezing her globes together, he
sucked both nipples into his mouth. This was all it took to send her over the
edge as she shouted out her orgasm.

Now it was time to work his way further down her body. As he unbuttoned
the rest of her dress he was delighted to discover that what he had thought
were black panty hose turned out to be black silk stockings held up by a sheer
black garter belt. This excited him even more than he already was because one
of his favorite sexual feelings was the feel of silk stockings on his lover’s
legs as they wrap around his body. She also had on the flimsiest black lace
panties that he had seen in a long time. He could feel the dampness of her
first orgasm as he slowly removed her panties, exposing her sparsely haired
slit. While he was removing her panties, he asked her if she had ever heard
of the hummingbird and she replied no. He said “well then, you just lie back,
relax and enjoy”. She was puzzled, but after what he had already done to her
she was willing to try anything new that he offered.

Starting at her heaving chest, he teasingly worked his way down her body,
planting little kisses everywhere he went. He completely bypassed her venus
mound as he worked his way down her legs and back up again. As he approached
her slit, he stuck out his tongue and lightly fluttered it over the opening.
Her legs opened in order to allow him access to her most private being. As
he positioned himself her legs he placed his thumbs on the lips of her vulva
and spread them apart to see the inner pinkness there. He found the tiny
button of her clitoris and flicked his tongue ever so gently over it. Her
hips involuntarily convulsed as she tried to push her pussy right up into his
mouth. He held her down and told her to relax because the best was yet to
come. He went back to his oral work while at the same time inserting his
finger into her hole. He gently took her love button between his lips and she
moaned out in sheer ecstasy. Then he did something that she had never felt
before. He started to hum. She couldn’t believe the feeling of the vibra-
tions and came almost immediately while bucked her hips uncontrollably. Even
after her orgasm, he didn’t stop his humming until she experienced her third
orgasm of the evening. As her orgasm subsided, he worked his way up her body
to see the reaction on her face to his special treatment.

Once she was able to catch her breath, she knew that she had to repay him
for the joy that he had brought to her. She reached down to feel the hardness
between his legs and knew what she was going to do. She pressed her lips to
his as she unbuttoned his shirt and started to play with the hair on his chest.
Once his shirt was open and off he worked her way down to his chest and return-
ed the favor of the attention he had paid to her nipples. During this time she
reached down and opened his trousers. Reaching inside she began to play with
his hard member. Not wanting to wait any longer, she stripped him of his
remaining clothing. She started to administer light kisses all over his body.
She told him to lie down on the floor. Leaning over him so that her breasts
hung down, she started rubbing those luscious mounds all over his body starting
at his chest and working her way down. As she reached the region of his hard-
ness, she could see it twitching in anticipation of what was to come.

Taking his cock into one hand and cuddling his sac with the other, she
slowly began moving her hand in an up and down motion, slowly lowering her
mouth to his rigid member. She stuck out her tongue and lightly flicked it
over the tip. She then moved down just under the rim and continued her tongue
movements. She slowly worked her way down the underside until she reached the
sac that contained his family jewels. She wrapped her voluptuous lips around
the right one and gently suckled it in her mouth. After about 15 seconds of
this she switched to the left one. She continued this back and forth motion
for about three minutes. Leaving his sac she worked her way back up the
underside of his organ until she reached the tip. Slowly she worked her lips
over the head and started down the pole. She gradually took more and more of
him into her mouth and throat. When she reached bottom, she started a steady
up and down motion while continuing to play with his nut sack. When she could
feel the beginnings of his orgasm boiling up in his balls she wrapped her hand
around the base of his cock and squeezed it, causing his pending orgasm to
subside. She then continued on with the blow job she was giving him. She
repeated this process about five times before finally deciding that she wanted
to see him erupt like a volcano. As he moaned out his pending orgasm she
removed her mouth but continued to pump him until he shot his load up into the
air.

As his orgasm subsided, they laid together on the floor resting, finger-
ing each others organs into arousal for the sex that each of them knew was
going to happen. As they looked into each others eyes, each told the other
how much they had enjoyed what had happened so far. He promised that the rest
would be just as enjoyable.

As their arousal reached a peak, they knew that it was time to pick up
where they had left off. He slowly reached over and cupped her breast as she
reached down for his manhood. When he reached the junction of her legs, he
could feel the wetness waiting for him to enter her. She pulled him over on
top of her and reached down between their bodies. As she guided his erection
into her waiting hole she spread her legs as wide as she could to accept him.
He slowly slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy and proceeded to administer
to her needs. After about 20 or 30 strokes, he removed himself from her and
told her to turn over. She looked at him with a worried expression until he
assured her that he only wanted to screw her doggy style. As she turned over
and got up onto her hands and knees, he reached over for his shirt. He wrapped
his shirt around her waist to hold onto while he entered her from behind and
proceeded to slide his cock up into her wetness once again. As their bodies
came together, he held on to the shirt as if he was riding a horse. Letting
go of the shirt he reached down under her body and surrounded each of her tits
with a hand. He brought her body up so that only her knees were on the floor.
Moving one hand down her body, he began playing with her love button until she
bucked back against him and shouted out her orgasm.

Once she had calmed down a little bit, he withdrew himself from her and
laid down on the floor. Grabbing her by the waist and bringing her over his
body, he told her that he wanted her on the top so that he could suck on her
beautiful mounds while they made love. He told her that this was his favorite
position because it allowed him to see as well as touch and suck her tits while
he loved her and also to watch the different looks on her face all during
the different stages of their lovemaking. She gently lowered her body over
his tool with long, slow strokes in order to make the experience last. She
ground her pelvic bone against his at the completion of each down stroke in
order to cause friction on her clit. Then she started doing something that
he found to be extremely enjoyable. She placed her feet flat on the floor
and rose about half way up his rigid member, and started moving her soaking
wet hole around in circles. Finally, he could stand it no more and told
her that he was going to shoot his cum into her. He grabbed hold of her
ass and pulled her against him as they experienced the ultimate simultaneous
orgasm.

As she collapsed onto his body their lips met and during the ensuing tongue
battle, she told him how good she felt. They fell asleep in this position
and when they awoke they couldn’t decide whether to start again right then
or to continue their games at a later time. However, looking at the clock
and seeing what time it was made the decision for them. It was time for
him to get to work and being a Marine Sergeant did not give him the ability
to just call in sick. They both decided to continue the relationship at a
different time so that there could be more shared intimacy between them.