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WOW! Even after a couple of days I still couldn't quite believe what had happened at work. I still had a fire in my pussy from the encounter with John, and I dreamed every night about him. There were so many questions now, could I still work for him? Would he still want me to work for him? Would I still feel as free there as I had? And so on... The next day was Monday, and I was due to go back and resume work for another week, but how would I do it? I decided to go back as if nothing had happened, then see what the situation was. So I got ready bed, feeling that fire, at the last minute taking off my pajamas, sliding between the sheets naked. The memory of John's mouth on my nipples made them stand out at attention, waiting for my hands to carress them. Although it wasn't the same, My hands made my tits tingle, begging to be rubbed, and I willingly acted on the impulse. I crushed them in my hands, rubbing hard, then rolled my nipples between my fingers, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As I squeezed and rubbed, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and starting to ache with desire. While I did this, my thoughts centered on the memory of John's touch, increasing my heat, the pulsing in my pussy rising. I started running my hands up and down my body, each time they came to my breasts giving a squeeze, and a twist to my nipples, bringing me to a crashing climax, my whole body quivering in spasm. As I lay there, I still felt empty, but had nothing to satisfy my desire, eventually falling into a dream filled sleep, thoughts of John and his body whirling through my mind. The morning came finally, and I wandered through breakfast and getting ready for work. As I got into my car, I took a deep breath, saying to myself: "Just take it one step at a time. He might not even be there, or he might be busy with work, you never know..." Upon entering John's house, I noticed a note addressed to me on the hall table with a boquet of flowers. I dreaded reading the note, as I picked it up, but as I read I relaxed. It said he loved our time the other day, that he wanted to have me keep working for him, and that we should talk about the consequences of our changed relationship. It closed by saying that he would be out for most of the day, and that we could talk when he returned. Holding the note in my hand, I looked out the window at the pool, with the sun streaming over it and reflecting on the ripples on it's surface. "Well" I said to myself, "I guess I had better get to work then", and started in. I kept my clothes on, not wanting to get caught in a position like last time without talking with John first. The day went by uneventfully, and I finished my work, but there was no sign of John yet, so I went out to sit by the pool. The heat baked right through me, and as I lay there, I just couldn't resist undressing some. So I took my blouse and pants off, feeling the sun on my exposed skin. I thought about what John would think if he saw me like this when he returned, and started feeling the desire to be totally naked when he did. Then I took off my bra and thong, and dove into the water, feeling the water rush over my body like thousands of tiny hands caressing my skin. This made the heat start rising again, and I began caressing myself as I relaxed by the side of the pool. My fingers strayed to my pussy, rubbing the folds of my lips, letting my finger slide into my slit, then up to flick my clit. My other hand started working on my breast, massaging it and pulling on the nipple. This attention quickly put me over the edge, giving me a beautiful, if not overly strong orgasm. I leaned back against the edge of the pool while I recovered, then swam a couple of laps around the pool. I got out, lay down and let the sun dry my body as I thought once again of John and our time together. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, was John's hand running over my hair and down my back, continuing down my ass and my leg to my foot. Then it began moving up the inside of my leg, and I moved my other one giving his hand room to go wherever it would. It ran up my thigh, to my crotch, till it touched my lips, then ran up my ass crack, and up my back to my neck. I turned over to look at him, and as our eyes met, the now familiar rush of passion swept through me. I put my hands on his face, feeling his skin, then moved them back over his hair, down his neck, to his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt. I began unbuttoning it, exposing his chest hair, black, mixed with a little gray, thinking how odd it was that I should be attracted to a man of his age. But as I pulled his shirt off, and he ran his hands over my skin, my arms, shoulders, then lightly touching my breasts, all thoughts of age fell from my mind and the inner animal took over sending shock waves straight to my pussy. As my arousal increased, so did my desire for John to be naked with me. I undid his pants and slid them down his legs, freeing his cock to bob in front of me. I sat up on the chaise, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and felt it throb to my touch. A drop of precum appeared on the tip, and I licked it off, then, licking my lips, pushed the tip into my mouth, sliding my tongue down the shaft as I engulfed it in my hungry mouth. Then I opened my mouth and exhaled hot breath over it. Next I closed my mouth and sucked hard, stroking it with my tongue, loving the feel of it growing till it exploded in my mouth. John's hands grabbed my hair as he came in me, holding my head on his cock till he was done cumming. When he started to soften, I pulled my mouth off his cock, stood up and gave him a big hug and a deep lingering kiss. When we broke off, I said "I'm so glad you're here, John." "I can tell" he said as he sat down next to me. "I thought we would talk before we did anything like this again. But I'm certainly not complaining." I got on my knees in front of him and took off his shoes, socks and finished taking off his pants. "That should make you more comfortable, lover." As we sat in the sun, we had our "talk", decicing neither one of us wanted to change our living arrrangements right now, prefering to keep our relationship the same, me working for him, he taking his trips, and us having incredible sex whenever we felt like it. Which so far has been each time we saw each other. Once we had this settled , we went into his bedroom, and had another round of sex, and I finally achieved the fulfillment I had craved all day. As I left to go home, John reminded me again that he wanted to have the guest bedroom ready for his friend to stay in. Read 17726 times | Rated 73.6 % | (59 votes) Vote list (Close) : Please rate this text: |