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Her other hand working me from the front like she had done often, enjoying me to the full as always, But now she was also touching me there, between - whispering I had the most gorgeous ass any woman could imagine and how she would like to enjoy me there, she continued that she loves the way I wiggle it when she massages and sucks me on her knees , kneeling in front of me, teasing the movement of my cock orally as she places her hands tightly over the mounds of my hind stretching them apart with just the suggestion of a touch with her small finger between, making little circling movements, me - never imagining at that time that she would want to go further as she did, and I was soon treated to the gentle tinkering of her finger easing inside me with the aid of that soothing cream she always uses on herself, the same cream she squirts into the palm of my hand when I caress her wonderfully firm breasts and delight in watching those nipples firm up as I tease them first with my thumbs and then, with her guidance, and with a very firm erectile which is Freddy; rubbing each nipple up in turn and then afterwards really enjoying the touch of her tongue and lips tease my p-hole.

She adores that, she adores everything we do and we do deliciously make the very best of each other.

She said blatantly she would so like to fuck me there, that it would be different and so very nice. "We shall see what Ann Summers can come up with" she said and now we were in the store, she'd bought the strap-on and some gorgeous red, blue and black tie-on thongs which she knew I would live her in, We have s much fun and I so love for her just to smothers me in them sometimes.

It is wonderful t be mastered by her as she often likes to do and when she sits on me, she operates in such a gorgeous way, she enjoying the magic moments as much as I am, tasting and suckering her through her thong and then soon, undoing the tie and suckling her raw, as she wiggles and moves above me, her beautiful ass showing me its very best and there I am licking her ass too with absolutely no inhibitions since she showed me that she loves me to do all those things.

But the most intimate thing of all is afterwards when we have thoroughly indulged in deep oral penetration the long and very slow and very stimulating deep French kiss when we can indulge in the tasting of our sexual adventures and smell the scent of sweet gratification, when afterwards we lay exhausted beside each other until we are ready for the next round.

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I nodded but was absolutely thrilled with the delicate way she was handling the goods, folding her hand around the girth of the artificial erectile and squeezing it as she looked at me, focusing her eyes on mine in the most stimulation way. My mind flashing back to the very first time she did that real time, So warm and so softly she manipulated it in the most delightfully stimulating way. He eyes opened wide as she closely examined me like it was a precious work if art. But she insisted it was and delighted in enjoying me to the full, showing me just how good it was to be a guy in the company of a real woman, a woman who enjoyed life and enjoyed sex to the very limit. And that first time, she dressed in the most provocative pair of tight fitting velvet trousers, watching her feminine curvatures so delicious as she bent to give me that so wonderful first oral heaven.

"Peter, I am talking. Francesca to earth, are you receiving?"

"Sorry baby, I was in my own world."

Still handling the strap- on she smiled knowingly, glancing downward provocatively.

"Of course, Peter this could never match Freddy, but it will suit the purpose don't you think?"

That's what she called my manhood, my work of art - Freddy. Like I called her feminine delight, where all us guys came from and forever want to get back inside; 'Cherry.'

She loves to tease with phases like; "Cherry want for her Freddy to pay a visit, and soon" - and when we have so beautifully fucked she adds; "Cherry says goodnight to Freddy" and we slumber, having been thoroughly gratified and I feel soothed and at perfect peace with the world.

That is the effect she (and Cherry) has on me and I know in the morning she will want the same again - after coffee and cornflakes usually.

"I think it is perfect" I replied hoping she would hide it in her shopper basket.

"We shall try it later Peter, Huh?"

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Being with Francesca is always like a tonic and I feel completely at ease with her idiosyncrasies

Like the way she adores opera and ballet but most important of all - with me being a red blooded guy and all that means; her deep rooted passion which really moves the earth and everything else for me.

When we first met and started learning about each other, our likes and dislikes and how we connected with those things; how we matched interests and how much we were compatible, we both shared a wonderful new and exciting learning curve.

At the age of thirty I discovered the true woman in my life, a woman who had everything, not particularly glamour but real down to earth and no beating around the bush honesty.

She was a northern girl and I soon matched her rich Lancashire accent, So much that she says I speak with a more rich dialect than does she, But you see, that is because of my absolute infatuation for her, which includes the way she speaks, I am completely besotted by her and since we have just passed the learning curve of getting to know each other more intimately, I begin to feel the natural urge to bed and be with her, hook, line and sinker as they say.

She is ten years older than I and laughingly refers to me as her toy boy, but she knows, and we have discussed this, that I am much more than just a play thing, even though she adores to play in the most mind bending way. I am her Adonis she says and she wants to do everything with me.

She teaches me of all the new tricks - and I thought I knew them all, but with Francesca it is like learning all over and I am never adverse to that.


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Her hands were on Jimmy's shoulders for balance as Brian's strokes became more vigorous. She looked over to Mike. Karen was still sliding his cock between her tits. His head was still under Janet's skirt, but Janet was leaning forward, and Karen was kissing her breasts.

Just then, Gail lost her balance and fell forward pushing Jimmy down in front of her, Brian falling with her, his cock pressing deeper into her before he slid out. She, Jimmy, and Brian broke up laughing. Then Jimmy was pulling off his own clothes. His cock, which she had never seen before now, was huge, and she wanted him. She grabbed his cock and slid it into her mouth. Brian was stroking his own cock inches from her face. She pulled Jimmy's cock from her mouth and grabbed his cock, sucking hard on it, tasting her pussy on his cock.

Jimmy stretched out under her, and she felt his cock sliding into her pussy, stretching her, plunging in deep. Brian was grabbing her hair and pulling her head down hard on his cock. She moaned, and Brian's cum filled her mouth while he groaned, shaking all over. Slowly, he slid his cock from her mouth while Jimmy kept hammering her pussy with his huge cock.

Brian moved over to where Mike was now fucking Janet as Karen played with Janet's breasts, caressing her nipples, pinching them. Brian sat in the sand beside the fucking couple and began playing with Karen's breasts and pussy. Watching them, Jimmy's hard cock deep inside her, Gail felt herself building toward climax. She was panting, moaning--they all were making so much noise, and for the first time, Gail thought about the musicians, who all this time had been watching the erotic scene around the fire. The thought of those men, strangers, watching them fuck, made Gail come hard, and her clenching pussy brought Jimmy to a noisy climax as well.

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The night of his birthday, Gail sent Mike, Brian, and Jimmy on ahead to the beach, where they were to build a fire to fend off the slight chill of the night air. She and the girls stayed behind with the excuse that they had last minute food preparations to make for their beach picnic. Once the men had left, she and the other girls made their plans for the night.

By the time the girls arrived at the beach, it was dark. Gail could see Mike and the others where they sat by the fire drinking beer. The musicians she had arranged for the evening's entertainment were already in place. She sent a text to the musicians, and they began playing the same island music as had been played at the luau. Their husbands couldn't see the wives where they were standing further down the beach, but now, they slowly began dancing the hula as they made their way to where their husbands were waiting.

The girls were naked except for their grass skirts. The island breeze caressed Gail's breasts, her nipples hardening. She felt her pussy getting moist. By now they were close enough to the fire that their husbands could see them. The men were staring. Janet was in the lead, and Gail thought she could feel her husband's desire for Janet. As Janet moved around the fire, Karen followed, and all of the men were watching her. Finally, Gail came into the flickering light. Mike smiled when he saw her, and she could feel how much he wanted her, but she moved toward Brian and Jimmy while Janet and Karen danced in front of her husband.

The girls had practiced for several days, but it was very different dancing by the light of the flickering fire, barefoot in the sand. Karen slipped and fell into Mike--or at least, Gail thought she slipped. Knowing Karen, it might all have been planned. Mike put his hands out to catch her and found his hands full of Karen's breasts. She giggled and kissed him, then scrambled back to her feet and danced away.

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The trip to Hawaii had been Mike's wish for his birthday. Gail had spent months planning every detail. She even discussed it with her best friends Karen and Janet with their husbands, and it didn't take much convincing to enlist their help. After all, a trip to Hawaii is always enticing. Brian even had a friend with connections on the islands, who made arrangements for them to "rent" a private beach for the night of Mike's birthday.

Their first night on the island, they attended the Paradise Cove Luau. The girls in their grass skirts were beautiful, and as they watched, Gail could tell her husband was getting excited. In fact, all of the men were. Gail looked at Karen and Janet and rolled her eyes, but as they sat there, drinking and watching the dancers, Gail felt a flush on her cheek and a warm wetness between her legs. She licked her lips, glanced nervously at Karen and Janet, then giggled slightly as she realized they were as entranced by the dancers as she and the men were. Later that night, back in their room, Mike grabbed her, pulled her close, and kissed her. They couldn't get out of their clothing fast enough. The sea air, the dancers, the lingering buzz from the alcohol all contributed to a night of vigorous love making.

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But then he dropped the towel and scooped her in his arms and carried her back to the bed. He laid her on the bed and then kneeled before her. He spread her legs wide and move down to her, and his mouth closed in on her piercing and he began to lick and suck on her womanhood. She draped her legs over his shoulders and her hands found the back of his head, her eyes closed, as she twitched and shook with orgasm after orgasm from his relentless assault on her. He refused to stop, and she refused to let him, until finally he disengaged and replaced his mouth with his manhood. He thrust into her, first slow and shallow, then deeper and faster as she accepted him in, until he was pounding away on her and she was arching her back in pleasure. He pulled out and turned her over and began again, from behind, getting even deeper, her mouth chewing the pillow to keep from crying out, her hands clenching the sheets as waves of orgasms washed over her yet more. Finally with one deep thrust he came deep inside her, and then he slowly pulled out. They collapsed together.

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They continued like this all weekend long, with no words between them, making love with a passion and intensity that was beyond words anyway. When they weren't in bed they were elsewhere in the house, and no words were exchanged at all, even when eating meals.

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She sat in seat 15-G, looking out the window at the lights on the ground slowly moving by 35,000 feet below her, occasionally interrupted by a soft cloud passing by on the Sunday evening. Her drink sat half-finished on the tray table dropped down from the seat back in front of her.

She was finally healed. She was a woman again. The debt was repaid.

She would return soon, to share in the passionate silence again. But when that comes, she knows she will not leave. And that time, when the silence breaks, the woman will remain, whole and complete.

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He went straight away to the bedroom with her bag, and she followed to the doorway. She slipped off her shoes and kicked them aside. He placed the bag in the corner and turned to face her. She ran to him and threw herself onto him, and he fell backwards onto the bed, her on top of him. Her hands ripped at his t-shirt, tearing it off, and her hands frantically pulled down his pants, and she quickly, almost frantically got them off of him. She hiked her own dress and moved onto him, getting him into her at last. She began to move up and down on him as she worked the buttons of her dress, one button for each thrust, until there were no more buttons and she removed it completely and cast it aside. He started to reach for her but she grabbed his wrists and pushed him back. This was her time. She moved up and down on him faster, feeling him inside her, reveling in the feel of what she needed and had lacked for so long. Her hand found her piercing and she began stroking herself, and the other found her breast and began to stroke her nipple. She continued this way, humping like a beast possessed, until she came with a silent roar, mouth open with no sound coming out, stopping her thrusts to clench him in her shuddering and twitching throes, then feeling him come inside her as well. She was a woman again, sexy, confident, and utterly feminine, restored the way that only trust and unrestrained passion can do. When she had subsided enough to think, she moved off of him, then curled up next to him. They drifted off to sleep.

The first thing he noticed as he woke was touch. More specifically, the lack of hers. She was gone, but as his other senses came into wakefulness, he heard water running in the shower and saw a waft of steam curling along the ceiling from the bathroom. He got up and went into the bathroom. She was there, in the shower, letting the water wash over her. He opened the door and stepped inside, then closed the door behind himself. She took the washcloth and soap, and turned to face him. She kissed him tenderly, and then began to wash him, working down his chest and back, then going down his arms and up his legs, exploring every inch of him, caressing him, stroking him, and cleaning him. At last she found herself kneeling at his crotch, and she gently washed him there, taking extra care of the sensitive areas that were already responding to her touch. She followed up the rinse with her own special ministrations, taking him in her mouth and sucking and licking him under the warm spray, until he could stand it no more and he let loose, but she would not relinquish, and took all of him in. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, took the washcloth, and began to wash her, and he did exactly the same thing to her she did to him—exploring every inch, caressing, stroking, and cleaning her. He slipped the washcloth between her legs and washed her there gently, but then at last he finished with washing her breasts, taking extra care on them, and he followed up with his own mouth, first sucking on one, then the other, then the first again, enjoying her nipples as they grew ever so taut under his tongue and teeth. He reached behind and turned off the water, then opened the door. They stepped out of the shower, and she reached for a towel, and began to dry him in the same way she had washed him, and when she finished he did the same.

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Then the kiss was broken again, and he helped her into her helmet, her long hair billowing out underneath, blending right in with the red flames on the black helmet. He put on his own helmet, with blue flames in a custom job that matched the bike perfectly, zipped up his jacket, and mounted the bike. She lifted up a leg and swung on behind him, feeling the cool leather on her piercing, and the slight push back gave her another shudder. He started the motor as she slipped her arms around his waist, and she leaned into him, partly to keep the wind off her breasts but also because whatever cologne he was wearing was intoxicating. They left the parking garage and headed out of the airport for the drive home, and she decided to play some more. He hands moved lower and into the front of his pants, finding his still-erect self. She began a gentle stroking of it, reveling in the feel of him, trying to entice but not distract. For his part, he had decided to take city streets home and no freeways the moment he had seen her swing a creamy leg over the bike behind him, giving him a peek at her bareness beyond. Now her hands were definitely enticing as he tried to focus on the road ore than his raging hard-on and her merciless teasing.

They hit a bump and she felt the bike, already vibrating on her piercing, lurch into her, sending her a jolt of unexpected pleasure, and she gripped him tighter. She noticed more and each one began to build within her a wave of pleasure that she knew would soon break, and all that was in question was how and when. She stopped her stroking but left her hands there and let the bike and the road do the work.


After what seemed like an eternity of bump-induced pleasure but in reality was only ten minutes, he pulled into the garage, shut off the bike, and put down the door. She released her grip on him and withdrew her hands from his pants and dismounted, he following and removing his fanny pack from the saddle bag and her carry-on from the sidecar. They both removed their helmets and placed them in the sidecar, then entered the house. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his jacket, then removed the jacket and chaps and shoes and put them in the coat closet.

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He stood there, outside the security area, silently waiting. He had been there only a few minutes, timing his arrival to minimize the parking costs. To the casual observer, he was just another man, patiently awaiting a passenger arrival, but on closer inspection they would have found it odd to see him wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket indoors over his loose white t-shirt and leather chaps over his loose sweat pants—until they saw the helmet in his hand. He looked completely the part of a biker, and he was. Except for the bulge in his pants hidden by his fanny pack, and the fact that the only thing between that bulge and the fanny pack was the sweat pants.

He thought back to times past with her, the talks, the times when she really needed a long hug, a good shoulder rub, or a chest to bury her face into and cry, yet there was no one there in person to provide it for her. He had seen this woman at her best and worst, seen her most vulnerable and most vicious. She had bared her soul and body to him, and he had taken that gift and made the most of it, and this trip was the final act in a long play that would lead who-knows-where.

And he wanted her. And she wanted him, else she would not have come.

And she was there, coming down the escalator, looking around nervously, then seeing him and breaking into a smile. She stepped off and came to him, dropping her bag beside them, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply. No words were said. None were needed. He returned her kiss with fervor as she pressed herself into him. They broke the kiss and he grabbed her carry-on. He motioned for her to follow, and she did, hooking her arm in his as they made their way out the door into the parking garage. He stopped at a Harley with a sidecar. He retrieved a spare helmet from the sidecar and placed her carry-on in and strapped it in, then removed the fanny pack and placed it in a saddle bag. He set the helmet, along with his own, on the seat of the bike. They embraced again, and this time the kiss was more insistent, and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue, and they reveled in the taste of rum, coke, and strawberries. His hand reached inside her dress and cupped her right breast, feeling it weight in his hand, and his fingers tweaked the nipple softly. Her hands reached around and ducked into his pants and squeezed the cool flesh of his behind, pulling him into her, and she felt his arousal against her.

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She stirred from her thoughts and absently reached for, then finished her rum and coke, the third since she left. A few minutes later the flight attendant collected the trash and she put up the tray table. She returned to her gaze out the window, watching the miles creep by and the ground creep closer as the 737 approached for landing. Landmarks familiar from memorizing Google Maps came to her as she found his house from above. She knew he wasn't there at the moment, because he was waiting for her at the airport. The plane touched down with a bump and taxied to the terminal. Mentally she reviewed her next steps, and as she walked up the jetway with the other passengers from the half-full flight, pulling her carry-on bag, her lone luggage, with her, she shivered. Maybe it was the cold air in the jetway, maybe it was anticipation, but she was glad she was wearing the button-up denim dress she had on now for the warmth it provided. Still she stayed silent.

She entered the concourse and headed to the nearest restroom. Entering a stall, she pulled in her carry-on behind her and latched the door. First she unbuttoned the bottom of her dress up past the mid-calf she had set it at to much higher, so that the lowest button was just below mid-thigh. She lowered her panties and relieved herself since the 3 rum and cokes was letting her know her bladder was full, but when she was done, she slipped her panties off all the way and put them into the outer pocket of her bag. She stowed her reading glasses in her purse and removed the barrettes in her hair, letting it cascade down from the tight bun she had done it up in for the flight to its full auburn length to her waist. Then she unbuttoned the top of the dress to her navel and removed her bra, putting it with the panties in the bag. She buttoned the dress back up to just below her breasts, so that her cleavage was visible but nothing would fall out until she wanted it to. It was liberating, wearing nothing but her dress, pentacle, and her lone piercing. She let out another shiver. She was slightly buzzed, but still, she had not let this part of her come out in a long time—too long.

Out of the purse came a compact and she checked her minimal makeup, finding no smudges. Next came the strawberry lip gloss. Last, the perfume, from a bottle he had sent her the previous Yule, and she applied it to her neck, running a line down her cleavage, and another up the inside of each thigh. She gave herself a quick touch of the piercing between her legs to create even more anticipation, but she stopped, and she stowed the makeup back in her purse and left the stall, heading out of the restroom and towards the security gate. She had been silent since she had boarded the plane.

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