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The Sports Fan


June

"Quick!  Over here!"  The blond giggled and jogged off the path towards some 
bushes.

"In here!  Nobody's coming.  Hurry up!"

Jim followed her around the bushes.  As he caught up with her, she pulled 
her sports bra up.  Those succulent 20-year old mounds were beckoning him.  
The pink tips made his mouth water.

"HEY, BUDDY!  Watch where you're going!"

Jim snapped out of his daydream and almost stumbled avoiding the jogger 
coming the other way.  "Damn," he thought.  "I haven't been laid since long 
before my divorce was final.

Must be nine or ten months now.  It's been so long that I think anything in 
a skirt or tight shorts is flirting with me when our eyes meet, yet the only 
dates I've had are with Mother McCree and her four daughters."

No divorce is fun but his had at least been straightforward.  No adultery or 
abuse charges, fifty-fifty split of the assets and he got to see his kids 
frequently.  After eighteen years he and Jan hadn't had anything to talk 
about.  "Maybe if she had tried harder during counseling or been more 
understanding about my job," he thought.

"Hey, Parker," he remembered his high school coach saying.  "If you run the 
ball through the line properly, you'll make yardage on almost every play.  
If the blocking is perfect and you don't run the right way, nothing will go 
anywhere."

It was a philosophy that he had adopted as soon as he heard it.  Do what you 
ought to and things will work out.  Don't blame others for your mistakes.

He glanced down at his beer belly.  "Maybe if I hadn't put on almost fifty 
pounds while Jan gained only five.  Maybe if I'd let some of my salesmen 
make more trips instead of me.  Maybe, maybe, maybe ..."

"Funny, now I've lost ten pounds since the divorce and the slowdown in the 
economy has cut back on my trips anyway, but how do I meet some women?"  Jan 
had had no problems.  As soon as the divorce was final she'd been out on 
dates.  In fact he'd gotten to see his kids a lot more weekends than called 
for because she "had plans."

That didn't bother him.  He liked his kids.  Adam in accounting had gotten a 
divorce and his wife moved 300 miles away.  Peter, who lived in the next 
condo had gotten divorced and then his company transferred him to the 
opposite coast from his kids.  Jim couldn't imagine that.  Even on the 
weekends that Jan kept the kids, he usually saw them at the
sports that they played.

Now that school was out, the weekend games were suspended until fall.  
Instead he had scheduled a one-week vacation to Disney World in July.  What 
had he been thinking!  Florida in July!  He should have planned an 
historical vacation to New England.

"Back to the problem at hand," he chuckled softly at his weak pun.  "How to 
meet girls."

He had tried a couple of bars but the females looked like they were still in 
high school and their conversation showed they had never voted for a 
President.  He was sure that places existed for people his age but so far 
he'd had no luck discovering them.

Another quarter-mile marker oozed by his feet.  "Only two more miles today 
and forty more pounds to go."


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September

"You don't look old enough to have a daughter on the field."  Jim cringed 
inwardly as soon as the words were out of his mouth.  "How did I come up 
with such a lame line," he mentally kicked himself.  It was half time at 
Ashley's soccer game and he had gotten up the nerve to talk to a pretty 
blonde that he'd never seen before.  She didn't have a
wedding ring.

"I don't," she replied.  "My niece is Number 4 for the Cougars and when my 
sister called and told me that she couldn't get away for the game, I told 
her I'd come lend support."

Her voice was musical and that smile was only for him, right now.

"My daughter, Ashley, plays sweeper for the Tigers.  I'm Jim Parker."  Now 
that he was close he could tell she was young, thirty at the most maybe 
twenty-eight.  Would she be interested in a man at least ten years older?

Their conversation flowed freely around the cheers of the game.  Jim managed 
to let Carolyn know that he was divorced and discovered that she wasn't 
dating anybody.  The game finished with a 2-1 victory for the Tigers.

"Well, give your niece my consolations.  She had a good game though."  He 
paused.  "Could I give you a call, maybe go out for a drink?"

"Sure, anytime."

Jim almost did a back flip.  "A highly likely date and with such a looker," 
he thought as he turned to find Ashley.

"Oh, Jim," Carolyn called.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to know my number?"

He blushed.  He felt like he was an adolescent again.  She probably thought 
he was trying to blow her off.  He fished out a business card and wrote her 
number on the back.

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"Damn, when did rubbers get so complicated," Jim growled under his breath.  
When he was in high school, there was only Trojan latex.  Now he stood in 
the drugstore confronted with a selection that took half an aisle.  How many 
brands were there? "Regular, large, extra large," he read.  "Guess which 
size I'll take!  Lubricated, not lubricated.  Ribbed, knobs or plain.  
Reservoirs, no reservoirs."

"Can I help you," a female voice sounded close to his shoulder.

He turned to see a girl who looked like she ought to be doing her homework, 
but her nametag said Registered Pharmacist.  "I haven't bought these in a 
long time," he said.  "I don't understand all the optional stuff."

"I think most of these are for kids, but let me try to explain.  Unless 
you're in the, uh ... largest one percent, Large size will be fine.  We sell 
a fair amount of Extra Large but I bet that they're mostly used for display 
and bragging.  Take the lubricated.  It not only helps initially but also is 
spermicidal and kills germs and you can't be
too safe.  As for everything else ... it probably doesn't make any 
difference, although ..." her voice dropped to a whisper.  "I keep a box 
with the knobs in my bedside table for when my boyfriend forgets."

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The first date with Carolyn ended with only a pair of warm, soft lips 
caressing his, but things progressed quickly.  Within two weeks they were an 
item.

Halloween rolled around in the middle of the week so no parties were on.  
Jim suggested that they have a two-person masquerade ball at his place.  
Some rules were established.  They couldn't let the other know what costume 
would be worn and they had to stay in character all evening.

He left work a little early to get everything ready.  The weather was still 
warm enough that he was planning to grill salmon and vegetables outside on 
his deck and eat at the table there.  He also ran the vacuum and dusted 
quickly.  Then he changed into his pirate outfit.  Carolyn rang the doorbell 
about five minutes earlier than he expected but everything was ready.  He 
opened the door.  "Avast ye, mateys!  Who dares to disturb Long Jim?"

Carolyn was dressed in slacks and a blouse.

"What ..."

"I couldn't drive over here in my costume.  Give me five minutes and I'll be 
ready."  A quick peck on the cheek and she disappeared into the guest 
bedroom.  Sure enough, in five minutes she floated out dressed in an 
ante-bellum full hoop skirt and tightly fitted bodice.  "I do declare, Mr. 
Long Jim, that grill sure smells good."

"Not a bad Scarlett O'Hara accent," Jim thought.  "Well, missy," Jim tried 
to growl.  "I think you better be happy with anything that you get on this 
ship or you'll walk the plank."

Without much effort they managed a conversation that was both intelligent 
and yet kept close to their characters.  The topics started at work and what 
had happened since they talked two nights before then it became more playful 
as the dinner was finished and more alcohol consumed.

"Mr. Long Jim," Carolyn started.  "Why are your pants so tight?  Have you 
been drinking too much rum punch?"

Jim had lost weight back to his college level and the workouts had actually 
left him an inch slimmer around the waist.  She was referring to the fact 
that his dick was clearly outlined by the stretchy material in the costume 
pants.  She emphasized this by running her fingers lightly over the 
appendage.

"Missy, are you making fun of Long Jim?  I may have to punish you."  With 
this he brandished his plastic sword at her chest.

"Mr. Long Jim," she batted her eyes at him outrageously as she converted 
four syllables to eight.  "If you're not careful that sword might rip the 
stitches of my gown.  My seamstress just tacked up the bodice on the sides 
yesterday and Ah'm afraid it might come apart."

Jim realized exactly what she was telling him.  He glanced around quickly.  
They were still on the deck where another condo owner might walk by and see 
them.  Carolyn's eyes were glittering though.  He could see the lust and the 
challenge.  Take a chance.  It's only her boobs, not like we're going to be 
screwing at high noon in Times Square.  We
can always run inside.  He pulled out the pocketknife that he always 
carried.

"You can't make fun of Long Jim that way!  I'll have to torture you."

He flicked the top stitch with the knifepoint.  The thread parted.  Several 
more on the same side then over for a dozen on the other side.  Her breasts 
were full and as the material came apart they pushed forward.  The nipples 
were still hidden from view, but the smooth milky skin where her bikini line 
was, teased his eyes.

Jim reached inside the material.  He tugged at a nipple and then twisted it 
slightly.  "There, see what you get for insulting the notorious pirate, Long 
Jim."

"Oh," Carolyn moaned softly.  "Jim ..." as he did it again.  "Do it again 
and I'll have to dry clean the dress to remove my juice."

"Your panties are already soaked?" he asked in a low voice as he pulled the 
bodice, separating it completely, allowing her breasts to swing free.  He 
twisted the other nipple.

"No panties," she panted.  "Not in costume."

"Show me," he commanded.

She swung her legs from under the table and lifted her skirt.  The dark 
blond hair was visible against the milk white triangle of her skin.  Her 
legs parted in invitation to him.  He dropped to his knees, now heedless of 
interruption by a neighbor.  She flipped the skirt over his head as her 
thighs trapped his tongue against her gash.

He usually took his time at this delightful duty, but he knew she was too 
far gone.  He immediately made his tongue rigid and flicked it rapidly over 
her clitoris.  In a few minutes her hips began to buck.

"NNNNNGGGGGHHH," she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out, then 
collapsed into the chair.


It was over before Christmas.  Carolyn had a schedule to keep.  Her clock 
was ticking and she wanted a husband now.  Jim was still healing from his 
divorce.  He just couldn't make the commitment that she wanted.  The parting 
was frosty and Jim felt sorry for both of them.

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January

Jason's basketball game was away and the Visitor stands were sparsely 
filled.  As Jim climbed the bleachers, he noticed a brunette sitting by 
herself.  Jim vaguely recognized her.  "Kathy ... Kathy Johnson," he dredged 
up her name.  He remembered that her husband had died the year before of a 
heart attack at about fifty years old.  Kathy was in her
late forties and Brad, the youngest son of three, was a senior and one of 
the starting forwards.

"You may not remember me.  I'm Jim Parker.  May I sit here?"

"Sure," Kathy replied, glad to have friendly company and a face she had 
recognized if not a name she remembered.

They talked off and on throughout the game.  He sat and talked with her at 
the next game and afterwards made a date for drinks and a casual dinner.  
She joined him in his bed after several dates.

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God, he loved her legs.  She was tall and slender, almost thin, without 
pronounced curves but her legs were to die for.

Her legs had inspired the massage he was now going to give her.  Early in 
their relationship while they were waiting for him to recuperate lying in 
his bed, he had begun massaging those glorious gams.  (Funny, they had never 
made love in her house. Brad was around most of the time but even when he 
was gone, they gravitated to Jim's condo.)  She had enjoyed it and now he 
massaged her legs every second or third time they
made love.

He started at the top of one thigh.  Pouring Strawberry Flavored Edible Love 
Oil into his hands, he rubbed them together to warm the oil.  Then he moved 
in long strokes up and down.  The strokes were firm, pushing into the skin, 
but not hard enough to pinch.  Switching to feathery fingertips he drew 
random patterns on her flesh before moving to
the back of her knee.  She could almost swoon from the silky touches there 
and often he would be able to smell her fragrance by the time he reached her 
calf.  She played a lot of tennis so he was more forceful with the calf, 
making sure she was relaxed and loose.  Descending to her foot, he gently 
kneaded the heel, sole and ball before lightly tugging and caressing her 
toes.

Moving to the other foot, he reversed his actions, progressing up her other 
leg.  Jim and Kathy had developed a little kink.  As he moved to the top of 
her calf and the back of her knee he would position himself so that his sack 
swung, grazing the ball of her foot.  The first time had been accidental and 
had made him shiver.  She noticed and looked back to see what was happening. 
  After that she always tried to gently stroke his balls with her foot.

As his fingertips made soft strokes on the inside of her thigh again, he 
gauged her mood.  Sometimes her legs would be spread and she would be 
hunching the sheets in very small movements.  In that case he would move 
between her legs and take her from behind, reaching under to play with her 
clit, helping her achieve a quick climax.  Other times he continued their 
love play by kissing her back and rolling her over to tease her nipples.  No 
matter which approach, after the massages she almost always would cum 
several times with him inside her.

----------------------------------------------------------

At Spring Break Brad went off with his older brothers to Pensacola.  Jan 
took Ashley and Jason skiing with her new boyfriend and his daughter.  Jim 
took Kathy to the Caribbean.

The first three days were spent in sunning and sightseeing.  The fourth day 
they rented bicycles and rode away from the hotel with a picnic lunch.  
Several miles down the road they turned off onto a narrow trail towards the 
beach.  After a quarter mile or so they rode out into a small cove that had 
a beautiful, deserted strip of sand.

They spread their towels and splashed off into the gentle blue water.  She 
was wearing a light blue bikini with boy-leg bottoms.  Although he 
continually declared how beautiful her legs, including her thighs, were, she 
hadn't wanted to compete with college girls that worked out every day.

Upon getting out they had lunch including an excellent bottle of wine.  Then 
they lay down to sun themselves and let the food settle.

"Jim."

He was almost dozing after fifteen minutes in the drowsy warmth.  He looked 
over to where she was lying face down.  Except she wasn't face down anymore!

She was propped on her elbows.  Her top was lying to one side and he could 
see her erect nipples.  Scanning further down her body, he was amazed that 
she had already discarded her bottoms.

"Come here," she whispered huskily.

If this had been a cartoon, you would have seen sand flying and Jim's feet 
spinning like tires on a dragster.  He was sure that he broke the speed of 
light moving over to her.

As they came together in a hungry kiss, she began tugging on his trunks.  
Soon after, his trunks joined her bottoms.  Then he was sliding down her 
body.  He feasted on her nipples, laving one with his tongue while caressing 
the other with his palm, then switching.

Continuing downward, he kissed all over her thick bush.  Because of the cut 
of her bottoms, she had not had to trim her bush.  He loved the feel of the 
soft curls and the slight tickles on his cheeks and tongue.  He slowly ran 
his tongue down her slit and back up.

"Turn around," she commanded.

They moved into the classic sixty-nine position.  He continued to love her 
slit.  Moving his tongue randomly from top to bottom, from side to side, 
stopping to flick her clit for a short while before moving on.  He could 
hear and feel her begin to grunt and moan around his knob but she didn't 
release him.

"Kathy, I'm going to cum."

Instead of stopping she sped up.  He could feel her tongue swirling wetly 
inside those lips clasping him.  He began to spurt.  She caught the first 
drops in her mouth.  Then he slipped out.

"OOOOHHHHH!"  Her head rolled away from him as her hips spastically gyrated 
on his mouth.  He felt a flood of wetness smear over his face.

Afterwards they made love slowly, cumming together as Kathy rode him.  The 
last two days of their vacation were spent half in the water and half in 
bed.

------------------------------------------------------------

The week after they returned, he arrived for their Friday night date as 
usual.  She met him at the door, her eyes puffy and red from crying.

"Oh, Jim, can you ever forgive me," she blurted out throwing herself into 
his arms before shaking with more sobs.  "I just ca ..., can't ..., can't 
forget Bill.  I feel as if I've been unfaithful.  I see him everywhere in 
this house: in Brad, at the breakfast table, in our bed."  She wailed again.

Jim left an hour later.  He understood that she still grieved for her 
husband, but he couldn't compete with a ghost.


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May

Jim noticed that the redhead was sitting alone.  She usually attended the 
softball games with her husband, a lawyer.

"Hi," he said, just wanting to be friendly.  "Where's your husband off to 
today?"

"Roger's got some negotiations this afternoon that he couldn't get out of," 
she laughed.  "But he's been my EX-husband for almost two years now.  We're 
still friendly enough to sit together at Melissa's games."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't know."  Jim was embarrassed.

"That's all right.  Husbands aren't usually clued in to the marital 
peregrinations around here."

Jim found her easy to talk to.  As the game was ending he made a date for 
the following Saturday for dinner.

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Jim had been eating too much of his own cooking.  Neither was he up for the 
bland sameness of the RubyFridayApplebee restaurants.  He made reservations 
at the Caf� Pont-du-Garre.  It was a pretentious name but the cuisine was 
excellent and, surprisingly, reasonably priced.

When he called Barbara to confirm the date, he only told her the time he 
would pick her up, not where they were going.

When she opened the door at seven thirty, she did a double take, evidently 
not used to her dates showing up in a blazer and tie.  She looked gorgeous 
in a purple dress that nipped in at the waist and flared over her hips, 
accentuating her graceful curves.

They slipped into an easy conversation as he helped her into his car.  At 
the restaurant he held her chair.  Since he ate there often on expense 
accounts, he was able to comment on the dishes and make suggestions.  Once 
she had decided, he signaled the waiter and
ordered for both of them.

As expected the food was well prepared and served elegantly.  They dawdled 
through desert and an after-dinner drink, leaving after more than two hours 
of indulgence.  She put her arm through his as they walked to the car only 
separating when he opened her door.  He caught a glimpse of thigh as her 
legs swung in.

"How about a cup of coffee?  Or tea?"  Barbara looked down shyly as they 
stood on her front porch.

"Sure, either one," he replied.

After two sips of tea he put down his cup and raised her chin as he kissed 
her.  As the second kiss started, her wet lips parted and their tongues 
played together.  On the third kiss he smoothed the dress on her side.  She 
rotated slightly bringing his hand to her tummy.  He took the hint and moved 
his fingers lightly up to her breast.  He circled around the outer edges 
indicated by her bra, staying away from the nipple.  She moaned into his 
mouth.

He reached behind her for the zipper.  It slid down with a smooth and 
satisfying zzzzzz.  She twisted out of the sleeves, their mouths never 
parting.  He managed to unhook her bra without much fumbling and she sailed 
it into the corner of the room.

He discovered a perfect pair of breasts, "not too large, not too small, just 
right."  He remembered from Goldilocks and the Three Bears.  He teased her 
with caresses and then gentle licks before moving back to kiss her again.  
He tugged gently at the dress bunched at her hips.  She lifted up and the 
dress crumpled to the floor.

He had had just enough alcohol to take a risk and he had bench pressed 150 
the day before.  Jim stood and scooped her up like Rhett Butler picking up 
Scarlett.  Then he started in the direction that he guessed for the master 
bedroom.

He made it without dropping her or even having a small muscle tremor and he 
had guessed right on the bedroom door.  He admired her beauty as he began 
stripping his shirt and tie.  "Don't forget to lose the socks," he thought 
to himself.

Jim quickly joined her on the bed.  Several kisses and continual caresses of 
her breasts brought her to a writhing, almost animalistic state of desire.  
When he stroked her panties over her cleft she shuddered several times in a 
small orgasm.  He moved beside her hips and pulled her panties off.  He 
spread her legs with his knees and bent to taste her essence.

"OH GOD, YESSSS!  DO ME DO ME DO ME!"  Barbara hissed after just a short 
time of his ministrations.  Thighs clamping around his face, fingers pulling 
his head into her, she rolled through her second orgasm of the night.

As she relaxed he moved above her resting on his elbows and knees.  He began 
to move his prick between her lower lips, up and down the slit, opening her 
and gathering some lubrication before the first thrust.  She had really 
excited him with her responses.  He hoped that he would be able to delay 
until she could catch up again.

By the third or fourth thrust she was purring constantly.  The deep guttural 
sound was doing nothing to delay Jim's ejaculation.  Still he was able to 
hold off for a while.

"JIM!  NOW! HARD! HARD! IN ME!"  Barbara suddenly urged him on.

He went over the top just as her body went rigid pushing up against him.

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They were lying in her bed on a Saturday morning three weeks after their 
first date.  They had made love gently before falling asleep the night 
before.  When they woke they had showered together.  The shower had been 
quite erotic with caresses and moans coming from both of them.  Jim had 
become hard and he was looking forward to a romp when they dried off.  
Instead she had crawled in beside him and cuddled up with her head on his 
chest.

"You know Roger, right?"

"Yeah."

"Why are we talking about her ex," Jim wondered.  His prick waved around, 
wondering why it wasn't in some warm, wet sheath.  Nothing was sure to 
deflate him as much as a discussion of Roger.

"What do you think about him, as a person I mean."

"He's a freaking idiot for letting such a beautiful, intelligent woman get 
away," Jim thought.  He couldn't see where this was heading, a sure sign of 
trouble with a female.  Aloud he said, "I guess he's alright."

"No, your honest opinion."

Jim had served on a committee at the school with Roger.  He thought he was a 
bully, a jerk and pig-headed.  "Well, he doesn't have strong people skills."

"Damn, this could put a downer on the whole day," Jim thought.

"Would you believe that I've had more orgasms with you in the last three 
weeks than Roger gave me in the last three years we were married?"

"What!  You're kidding!  Didn't you have sex?  Was he cheating on you?" 
Inside Jim's pride expanded several notches.

"No, he wasn't cheating, at least not in town anyway."  Barbara was circling 
her fingertips around Jim's chest.  "He just liked to get off, and quickly, 
in the missionary position.  If he licked me, it was three or four quick 
swipes to provide the lubrication that his haste wouldn't allow me to 
produce.  He'd jump on, push a half dozen times and be done."

She looked up at him.  "You're only my fourth lover and the first since my 
divorce.  I didn't know any different."

"Oh, honey, I'll help you make up for lost time."  A leer crept into Jim's 
voice.  Maybe there was still hope, his prick thought.

"You remember our first date?"

"Yeah."  Of course he remembered.  It was just three weeks ago.  He didn't 
have Alzheimer's yet.  Where was this going?  Why were we wandering over all 
these subjects?

"I can't remember the last time that Roger opened the car door for me.  And 
he never held my chair or ordered for both of us.  I didn't think men like 
you existed.  I'm just trying to tell you how lucky I feel to be with you.  
You're so considerate, kind and above all SEXY."

This last word went directly from Jim's big head to his little head.  "Maybe 
there's hope yet," his prick thought.

"Now," Barbara said. "Let me show Mister Wonderful how grateful I am."  She 
slid down and engulfed half his dick with her mouth then her head bobbed 
back up until the dick popped out.  "And I'm sure you'll like this, too, 
Jim."

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On their six-week anniversary, Jim and Barbara had returned to Caf� 
Pont-du-Garre.  They had gone earlier this time and with the longer days of 
summer, it was still light when they returned to Jim's condo.
They decided on a slow walk through the neighborhood.  Barbara had brought 
over her jogging outfit so that they could go for a run in the park in the 
morning.  It had become a weekend ritual.  She changed into the tight shorts 
for their walk.  Jim put on his jogging shorts also.

The conversation was pleasant but the sultry summer evening made them both 
sticky by the time they returned.  "Take a shower and I'll give you a 
massage," Jim offered.  He hadn't done that since breaking up with Kathy.

Jim stepped out of the shower and dried off.  Barbara was already lying on 
the bed nude.  He grabbed the bottle of Strawberry Flavored Edible Love Oil 
that had been warming in the sink of hot water.

"Does Madame want Pierre to massage weeth or weethout zee towel covering 
her," Jim asked.

His French accent was atrocious and Barbara giggled

"No towel is necessary, Pierre."

He straddled her hips and poured some oil on her shoulders.  He began a 
pattern rubbing up the center of her back and then a caress down her sides, 
grazing her breasts as he did so.

"Oh, that is so relaxing," Barbara moaned.

The touch of her skin was exciting to Jim.  As he knee walked backward to 
begin massaging her lower back and hips, his dick waggled over Barbara's 
bottom.

"Somebody else is going to need relaxing, too," she laughed.

He poured some more oil on her hips and some dribbled down the crack of her 
ass.  He reversed the direction of massage, moving up the outside of her 
buns and back down the center.  He thought her buns were one of her best 
features.  They were firm and the two cheeks formed a heart shape that 
excited him every time he took a good look.

He was reveling in her visual stimulation and not paying as much attention 
to the massage.  On a down stroke Jim's thumb slipped between her cheeks and 
swiped over her nether hole.

"Oh, my lord," Barbara exclaimed.  "Oh!  What did you do?"

"You mean this," Jim asked.  This time he used both thumbs to slightly 
spread her cheeks as again one of them slipped between and stimulated her.

"Oh, yes!"

Jim moved so that he was kneeling between her legs.  In this position her 
firm cheeks separated.  He could view her brownie and her pussy at the same 
time.  She was very wet.  He began caressing again, this time just 
concentrating between her cheeks.

"Don't tease me."  She bucked her hips back trying to increase the contact.

He put one thumb on her brownie and began a slow, circling penetration.  He 
reached under her with his other hand and began rubbing her clit.  Then he 
inserted two fingers into her hot channel.

"Oh, Jim ... Oh, Jim ...," she was panting and thrusting her hips back and 
forth.  The up motion drove his thumb in further.  The down motion ground 
her clit onto his finger.

He could sense that she wouldn't last much longer.  He increased the speed 
of his hands.  She vibrated.  Her inside muscles gripped and released his 
fingers a dozen times in a minute.  She gasped and then, "Oooohhh.  
Nnnnggghhh."  The long low moans trailing off as she slumped in release.

------------------------------------------------------------

Summer was coming to a close.  Not as many people were out jogging on 
Saturday mornings.  The twenty-somethings that they usually saw had dwindled 
away, as there was less need to get ready for a beach trip.

"Catch me if you can!"  Barbara sprinted off the trail.

Jim chased her behind some bushes.

She pulled her top up exposing her glorious breasts.  He bent to take one in 
his mouth.







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