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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Mat Twassel and Shae for editing the story.


Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.



A Little Different.

Chapter 10.


Lisa finally made it through immigrations and customs. When she saw me she 
abandoned her luggage trolley and we ran towards each other like we hadn't 
seen each other for year. God, it felt good to hug her again.

"Are you tired?" I asked, as we walked back, hand in hand to salvage the 
trolley. "Hungry?"

"No. I'd asked for an seat by the aisle and the two other seats were empty, 
as soon as they turn off the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign, I had a nice bed."

"Lucky you."

"Yes, I slept most of the trip and when I was awake I was eating."

"God, did you pack the closet too," I said when I began pushing the heavy 
trolley.

"No," Lisa laughed. "You just have to release the brake."

I felt silly but couldn't help laughing, too. It was so good to see her 
again.

"Is it a nice hotel?" Lisa asked.

"It is. You can make your own juice at breakfast. Quite luxurious. More than 
we're used to."

"Great. How abut the room?"

"That's on the eighth floor and there's a great view over the city. And the 
bed is huge."

I don't know why I mentioned the bed. We looked timidly at each other.

"Let's get a taxi, then you can see for yourself," I said.

Coming out of the airport was a bit of a shock for Lisa as it was for me 
when I arrived. The airport was nice and cool like all other buildings 
because of the air-conditioning and coming out was like walking into an 
oven. Lisa spent most of the trip to the hotel looking out the window. I had 
told her how green and clean it was, but seeing it was still impressive. So 
was the hotel. It was very fancy, compared to the hotels we had stayed in on 
our holidays.

We went up to the room with Lisa's luggage. In some strange way we had been 
looking forward to seeing each other and being alone together, but now that 
we were, we needed some time to get used to each other; we had to meet on 
neutral ground first. I suggested we went down to the bar for a drink.

When we hit the lobby Lisa remembered that she had to use the restroom and 
told me to go to the bar and order the drinks. Dave was back, sitting at our 
usual table with his drink as if he was waiting for me to keep him company. 
I said hello and sat down with him, waiting for the waitress. Before I could 
tell him that Lisa had arrived she appeared at the entrance and Dave 
immediately spotted her.

"Now, that is the best piece of arse I've seen in Singapore. I'll buy her a 
drink any day."

"Well, I'll go tell her," I said.

Lisa was still scouting to find us as I approached her.

"Act like you don't know me," I whispered to her. She looked quizzically at 
me but pretended I was a complete stranger. Back at the table I introduced 
Dave.

"This is my friend Dave. He thinks you're the best piece of arse he'd seen 
in Singapore and would like to buy you a drink."

"How nice of you, Dave."

Dave, who took pride in correct gentlemanly behaviour towards women, got up.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It was meant as a compliment."

Lisa smiled and I was about to crack up.

"Dave, this is Lisa. I think she'll have a gin and tonic."

Dave looked confused for a second, and then it dawned on him.

"You cheeky bastard. Why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

Dave and Lisa hit it off right away and we decided to have dinner together. 
It was around ten before we were back at the hotel. Dave wanted to have a 
nightcap in the hotel bar but Lisa said she was tired after the journey and 
wanted to go to bed. We had enjoyed ourselves all evening and any thoughts 
about what was going to happen once we were alone had been pushed away. As 
we entered the hotel room they emerged and filled me with anxiety.

Lisa was not as tired as she had pretended to be.

"It's been ages since I've had a bath. Do you want to join me," she said.

"I do, but I can't promise anything."

"I know. I've... read more about it and it seems that the best way is to 
start over slowly. They recommended that the first week you should only 
touch. No real sex. Not having to perform should ease the pressure."

"It sounds reasonable, but we only have a week."

"Let's see what happens. I don't really care if we do it or just, you know, 
use our hands and mouth." Lisa blushed. "I just want to be close to you. 
We'll take it one day at a time." She smiled devilishly. "Only touching 
tonight, then."

While the tub filled we hugged and kissed; we almost forgot the tub. A 
minute more and we had flooded the bathroom. Being close again was so 
wonderful. We quickly undressed. Before my problem started I would already 
have been hard while we kissed, but my state of erection was still very much 
on my mind, and even though I told myself that it didn't matter, I was soft 
as an over boiled carrot. I caught Lisa looking at me and made a joke about 
it. It sort of eased up the tension and we went into the tub teasing each 
other and laughing.

Lisa was right about one thing: my lack of erection didn't really matter. It 
was great being together again and even though my cock was soft, I was as 
excited as she seemed to be. Doing it yourself only takes care of so much. 
Lisa's hands felt much better than my own and she was all over me as I was 
all over her. Despite this there was still no reaction on my behalf when we 
jumped into bed.

I couldn't get enough of her. I had missed her a lot, more than I thought. I 
wanted to touch and taste all of her and after a while I tried to move down 
between her legs. The bed was large and we rolled around like we were 
wrestling. Lisa was as hungry as I was and we ended up side by side with our 
head between each other's thighs. Once again I was reminded of my state but 
I realised I didn't care. Lisa was excited and responded to my caresses and 
it didn't take long before she had an orgasm. It may sound strange but it 
made me feel so light and happy.

I slowed down but Lisa continued eagerly as if my cock was hard. It felt 
good, almost good enough to make me come but there was something missing and 
it blocked me from getting all the way. It was as if my brain refused to 
accept that it felt good enough without an erection. I was just about to 
tell Lisa to give it up, but decided that there was no reason why I couldn't 
please her.

Once again I dived in between her thighs. Lisa stopped licking me for a 
moment.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"I've missed you, too, even though it doesn't show. It still feels so good."

"I know. I don't care if it shows. You know, I can take all of you now," she 
giggled.

Then she engulfed all of my cock in her mouth and resumed sucking and 
licking me. She did it tenderly and with affection in a way I can't 
describe. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe she liked to please me as 
much as I liked to please her. I buried my face between her thighs and the 
more I licking and sucked her, the more she intensified her sucking and 
licking until the point where she got close to coming and concentrated on 
her own pleasure.

I felt really close to coming when she came down from her orgasm and her 
tongue began to swirl around my limp cock again. Maybe the signals from down 
there confused my brain and made it think I was hard. I couldn't tell if my 
cock was actually getting hard, but I was sure I was getting very close to 
coming. I was deeply concentrated and my whole body was stiff, save my cock. 
Lisa sensed it. Maybe she already knew that it was possible for a man to 
have an orgasm without having an erection. I was about to learn.

Despite the confusing signals from my groin it was difficult to get the last 
bit of the way. I had never had to concentrate so much to have on orgasm. 
Usually it was the opposite of situation and I would have to concentrate on 
not coming. It was tremendous release when I finally could feel I had 
reached the point of no return and could let go.

One thing is certain: I'll never forget that orgasm. It was an entirely 
different experience to come that way, mentally at least; the physics of it 
was probably the same. Lisa was also kind of proud afterwards and we fell 
asleep in each other's arms, happier together than we had been for a long 
time.

I woke the next morning with a prominent erection, unfortunately not caused 
by Lisa's presence. The erection dwindled after I'd relieved myself but I 
was confident that by evening my troubles would be over.

We spent the day looking at the city and shopping. In the afternoon we met 
with Dave in the hotel bar for a drink. He said he was otherwise engaged for 
dinner, which obviously was a lie to give us a chance to be alone. Dave was 
a real gentleman.

When we undressed that evening I had an erection. I was cured and even 
though oral sex was good and exciting, intercourse was more than ever what I 
wanted. Everything was fine until just before we were getting at it. 
Suddenly I thought it felt as if I was about to lose my erection and no 
sooner had the thought emerged before my erection dwindled. Somewhere in the 
back of my mind the fear was lurking and I apparently had no control over 
it. Annoyed, I cursed my cock.

"I think we should give up having intercourse while I'm here," Lisa said. 
"There's plenty of time when you get home."

"It's just so frustrating."

"And it will get more and more frustrating if you keep focusing on it. Let's 
just enjoy it as much as we can. Last night was fine, wasn't it?"

I knew she was right but it was difficult to accept it.

"Yes, but... It's not the same. You want it too, don't you?"

"Of course, but what we did last night was great and exciting."

"Sure, but..."

"You know, I never get to touch your cock when it is soft. If it's not 
already hard before I touch it, it is seconds after. Last night was 
different. It was quite exciting."

It had never occurred to me to see it from that perspective.

"I can take it all in my mouth like that movie... 'Deep Throat'."

She blushed as she said it and I was a bit surprised that she knew the 
movie. I knew little more than the title and the main feature of the film, 
which the title revealed.

"It did look pretty cool," I said.

"You will get over it, you just need more time. You wanna see it again?"

She didn't wait for an answer but moved down between my legs and sucked my 
cock into her mouth with a slurping sound, while she kept eye contact with 
me. It looked more than cool; it looked awesome, just like she had my cock 
down her throat. It felt good, too. She let go of it and sucked it in again, 
this time keeping her lips tightly together. She was right: I would have to 
forget about intercourse. Recovery was not as imminent as I had thought and 
in the meantime this was a much better solution. Still, in the back of my 
mind I hoped my cock would grow hard again, but it didn't happen that night.

The next day we visited the botanical garden. It was a quiet and beautiful 
park and the most deserted place I had seen in Singapore so far, which 
suited us fine. We both felt the urge to hug and kiss all the time but I 
wasn't sure if it was against some law to do it in public. I had never seen 
anyone show any kind of affection in public, not even hold hands. In the 
botanical garden we had a little privacy and could hide behind a tree of a 
hedgerow of their national flower, a tall orchid.

That evening, my erection came and went a couple of times. The only bad 
thing was that the extreme stamina I had experienced the first night was 
closely linked to the lack of erection. I couldn't help feeling a bit 
disappointed when I came right after Lisa had come. Lisa laughed when I told 
her and said something about having your cake and eating it, too.

Over the next two days my performance improved. We stuck to the plan and did 
not attempt to have intercourse. I felt terribly tempted but Lisa convinced 
me it was better to wait until I came home and we had more time.

"I wonder if I'm ever going to get completely over it," I said. "By now I 
know it is caused by my own fear and yet I can't control it."

"You will," Lisa assured me. "It takes time. We'll start slowly when you 
come home and you will regain your confidence. You're not the first man it 
has happened to and unless there's a physical reason it can be overcome."

"I hope you're right."

It was hard to say goodbye. When I left for Singapore our relationship was 
strained, I was stressed and we both needed a break to think things over, 
but everything had changed and I wanted to go home with her. I think she 
felt the same, but she tried her best to hide it and did a good job of it 
until right before we had to say goodbye.




Chapter 11.


The first week after Lisa had left was hard. We missed each other but I also 
realised how much energy I had spent thinking about my problem. I was 
confident that we could beat it. The future looked much brighter.

The botanical garden became my favourite spot. If at all possible, I went 
there every afternoon and stayed until the sun went down around seven. For 
someone like me, used to the changing seasons up north, it was kind of 
strange that the sun rose and went down the exact same time every day. Their 
greenhouse was another funny difference. In Denmark, greenhouses are heated 
to get tender plants through the winter; in Singapore they are cooled to 
make plants from colder regions survive in the tropical climate.

I found another difference: When I asked the people I was training if they 
understood what I explained they always said yes, but I suddenly realised 
that sometimes they were just being polite. It was a waste of time asking. 
Instead, I had to give them practical tests and if I could see they were on 
the wrong track I guided them in the right direction. The result was easily 
recognisable, both because they learnt more, and they were happier, feeling 
confident about what they were doing.

One afternoon while I was walking around the botanical garden, it struck me 
that the technician's polite response to my questions was much like the way 
we acted towards each other when it came to sex. We pretended everything was 
fine even though we had doubts, desires, needs, and unanswered questions. 
The problem was the same. The solution I had worked out for my students was 
not immediately applicable. In a way it was. Communication was the key; 
communication and a mutual understanding of the situation. I was unable to 
formulate and turn it into a universal solution, but I was sure that if I 
ever did, it would be valuable to many couples.

The days passed surprisingly quickly. Before I knew it I only had a week 
left. Lisa had been on my mind constantly and even more so with only a week 
left, but thoughts about what I was going to do at work after I returned 
also forced themselves upon me. My colleagues back home had kept me up to 
date on the situation and although it sounded as if it had improved, it was 
still not like it used to be. Our new section manager had added up the 
overtime we had put in since our five colleagues had been laid off, and 
taken it to the management along with a stack of complaints from our 
customers and the salespeople. Apparently he had put his own job on the line 
and in the end they had agreed to take back two of the five. It was good but 
they were still busy. They hoped it would get close to normal when I 
returned.


I had hoped John was one of them, but he had found a new job as caretaker at 
the school. It paid less than his old job but he preferred the security and 
had declined the offer to return. I was happy for him and understood his 
decision.

I was sure I was going home but two days before I was due to return I had a 
tempting offer from the Singapore company. They wanted me to stay on. I was 
offered a manager job with a generous salary; much more than I could ever 
imagine earning in my present job, even considering the cost of living in 
Singapore. It would be a career move of a magnitude way beyond anything I 
had imagined possible. My spirits were high when I met Dave in the bar that 
afternoon.

"It is a great offer and you have earned it. They don't give out offers like 
yours just to be polite. You must be good, but you need to consider what you 
want to do with your life. If you take that job, it's bye-bye Lisa. If she 
stays back home you'll only see her a couple of times a year. She or you 
will eventually get bored and find something local. If you bring her out 
here it is unlikely she can get a job. It will be difficult for a ground 
schoolteacher with a major in Danish and German to get a job. She'll be even 
more bored than if you left her alone back home. Before you know it she'll 
be on her way home. Believe me, I've seen it before and I would hate to see 
it happen to you two."

I was glad when he said I had earned it, but the part about losing Lisa was 
depressing. In my mind she would just move with me to Singapore; I hadn't 
considered what she was going to do once she was here. There was some truth 
in his words but I refused to accept it. I could put it down to jealousy on 
his behalf, but he earned more in his present job than I was offered and he 
was sick and tired of living in Asia. He spoke from experience and was 
genuinely trying to help for my sake; maybe more for Lisa's sake. I'm sure 
he had a little crush on her. Still, I wanted to talk to Lisa about it 
before I gave it up. Maybe she liked the idea of expanding our horizon, 
living in Singapore for some years.

I told Lisa about it the next day. She congratulated me but the worried tone 
in her voice betrayed her when she asked me if I had accepted the offer.

"Of course not. I had to talk to you first."

Her end of the line went quiet.

"Singapore is awfully far away."

I was happy Dave had tried to pull me down from my cloud the day before. It 
had given me time to think about it and imagine what it would be like from 
Lisa's point of view.

"I know. I have thought about it and I'll politely turn them down. I might 
try to keep the door open in case it looks too bad when I get back to the 
factory, but for now you're much more important to me."

"But if you want the job I'll go with you to Singapore. We'll still be 
together."

"I don't think I really want it, I'm just happy that they asked me. We have 
all our friends and relatives in Denmark. It might become lonely out here 
for both of us."

Lisa sounded relieved. I had been a little depressed after talking with Dave 
about the job, but strangely, talking to Lisa about it had made me feel a 
lot better about it, even though it had convinced me that I had to turn it 
down. I was content with the fact that they had given me a fine offer.

After we had talked about it I carefully thought over the options I had. The 
job in Singapore was a great opportunity, but I risked my marriage if I 
accepted. That excluded that option. The second possibility was to find 
another job back home. This meant that either we sold the house and moved or 
I would have to commute for several hours every day. Selling the house could 
take time and Lisa would have to find another job as well. Even if we could 
sell the house fast, and Lisa found a job in the city, buying a new house 
closer to the city was much more expensive than where we lived now. While my 
brother lived in Copenhagen, his tiny, two room flat cost more than our 
house. We had planned to have children in the not too distant future, and 
doing so in a small flat compared to our present house convinced me that 
moving was a bad idea. If I was going to commute for several hours every day 
I might as well get paid overtime and work a little longer.

All in all, my options were limited. Either way I looked at it, I had to 
stay where I was.

I carefully planned how to turn down their offer in the most polite way, 
making sure they understood how happy I was that they wanted me. I used Lisa 
as part of the excuse for not accepting, saying that she was very close to 
her family and was reluctant to move. They understood but asked me to 
considered it again and talk to my wife when I got home. In case I changed 
my mind, the offer would stay open for two months. I promised them I would.

Dave was sad that I was going home. At first I thought he was just being 
polite, but he drove me to the airport and made me promise to keep in touch. 
There was something in his voice when he said goodbye. He was old enough to 
be my father, but a wife and children had never fitted in. I wondered what 
option he had considered when he chose that life. I knew his father worked 
in the mines. Staying might never have been a real option for him.

I was flying home on the night flight and would land in the morning in 
Copenhagen. Dave had told me everything about how to avoid jetlag. I should 
stay awake until it was time to sleep in Denmark. I set my wristwatch to 
Danish time when I boarded and I was lucky that the seat next to me was 
empty. That meant a little more room to spread.

I began to read but it was hard to concentrate. Being close to home it 
became almost unbearable to wait another fourteen hours to see Lisa. Time 
moved slowly, but suddenly the plot in my book caught me and a couple of 
hours passed quickly. I had just finished the book when they turned the 
cabin light off and asked the passengers in the window seats to pull down 
the curtains. It was easier to sleep on the way home, even though I still 
woke several times to get some water.

I dreamt about Lisa all the way home. An hour before we landed, breakfast 
was served. It's incredible how much food they can carry and prepare on a 
plane. Not all of it tastes fantastic but the breakfast was good and made 
the time pass. Suddenly the captain announced that we were approaching and 
had to fasten our seatbelts.

When I stood by the luggage band I could almost smell Lisa. My suitcase was 
one of the first and I went straight through customs. The customs officers 
were probably having breakfast. She was right in front of me when I came out 
and I hurried to her. It was the best hug ever. I was torn between "never 
leave again" and "I have to do this more often". I was home.

I had a crisis around three in the afternoon but apart from that I was 
surprisingly awake, but around ten I began to feel a little sleepy again. I 
suddenly realised how long it had been since I showered and decided to take 
a bath before I went to bed.

"Do you want me to join you?" Lisa asked.

"I hope you will."

When Lisa slipped into the shower she smiled shyly. "I have a surprise for 
you."

"Oh?"

"You know, you always complain that you get hair in your mouth. I've trimmed 
it a little."

I looked down but I couldn't see much difference from above and reached down 
to feel. When my fingers touched her I knew what she meant. All traces of 
hair on her lips were gone. I could hardly wait to see what it looked like.

I had considered asking Lisa if she wanted to shave her pussy, but merely 
because I always got hair in my mouth. Now that she had done it I found it 
arousing as well. I think it was the thought of her doing it, because the 
first thought I had was: what did she use? I asked her.

"My electric shaver, you know, the one I use for my legs."

"Was it fun? It vibrates some, doesn't it? My shaver does."

Lisa blushed and smiled timidly. "I think it was mostly because I thought of 
you."

"I'd love to help you next time."

I was between her legs as soon as we hit the bed. It was not very different 
except for the lack of hair and still it was extremely exciting to feel the 
soft, slick skin of her lips with my lips and tongue. The result was 
predictable and came quickly. I crawled up to her and we cuddled for a while 
until she manoeuvred me to my back with her on top of me. I think her plan 
was to kiss her way down over my chest, but as she backed towards my cock it 
pressed against her pussy and it was only a matter of a slight adjustment, 
which was almost a reflex, and I was inside her. We had planned to wait with 
the first attempt and just enjoy each other without the frustrations my 
problem caused, but I had been so preoccupied by her shaved pussy that I had 
forgotten about my problem.

We looked each other in the eyes as Lisa rose to straighten her back, 
forcing me as deep into her as I would go. I was very conscious about how 
quickly it could end but it felt wonderful and it had been so long, so I 
decided to enjoy it for as long as it would last. It would have required 
tremendous power of will to ask Lisa to get off, for sure more than I could 
master.

For a minute or so, Lisa just sat on me with her eyes closed, breathing 
deeply. I caressed her breasts and savoured the feeling of being in her. 
Having Lisa on top of me with her back straight was one of my favourite 
positions because I was so deep inside her that I could feel the tip of my 
cock touch her cervix. Sometimes she loved the position as much as I did and 
she could sit and rotate on me for a long time, driving us both crazy. 
Apparently she had less patience today. It looked and sounded like she 
enjoyed it, but she began to move up and down in an increasing pace.

Again, my willpower failed me and I just went along, hoping not only that my 
erection would last but also that I could hold back for some time. Lisa knew 
me well enough to feel how close I was but instead of slowing down she 
doubled her efforts. We smashed against each other like we were trying to 
break our bones.

We laughed when Lisa fell down on me after I had come. The relief and 
happiness was overwhelming.

"It's so good to have you home again," Lisa whispered between kisses.

"It's wonderful to be home again."

While we were lying in the aftermath, Lisa suddenly rose on her elbow.

"How would you feel about having a child?"

We had talked about children and of course we were going to have some, but 
we had yet to decide when.

"Well, it looks like it's possible and we can afford it. I think I feel like 
having some children."

"Good," Lisa giggled. "When you went to Singapore I thought it was a waste 
to keep eating pills, so I stopped. I had planned to start again but I 
forgot."

She saw my doubtful smile.

"No. Honestly. I did forget. You know I'd never do a thing like that."

"I know, love."

Even though we kind of made the decision that night it was to be another 
seven months before Lisa became pregnant. That night, I thought everything 
was back to normal, but it wasn't. The fear was lurking somewhere in the 
back of my mind and from time to time I would suddenly lose my erection in 
the middle of everything. We became better at talking about it and once I 
realised that the problem was going to stay with me for some time, I 
accepted it. We also learned to talk about sex, even though it still felt a 
bit awkward. It's hard to shed old habits. Some issues were still talked 
around rather than about, such as anal sex.

A Sunday afternoon, about a month after my return from Singapore, we had 
planned to go out for a walk before lunch. Just as we were about to go out 
the rain started pouring down. Lisa was disappointed.

"I need some exercise if I'm going to keep my weight down."

"Oh yes. You're really putting on pounds." Lisa was not fat by any standard 
and got plenty of exercise. "If you really think you need more exercise I 
can think of another way."

"And what might that be?"

"Take off your clothes and I'll show you."

"All of my clothes?"

"All of it."

She kept on pretending until we were both naked and rolling around in the 
sheets. All of a sudden I lost my erection for no apparent reason. We were 
both worked up and ready. I know Lisa didn't mean to, but her frustrated 
sigh said "No again, not now". We continued for a while but my cock remained 
soft and useless.

"I'm sorry. Not much exercise in this I guess," I said.

"Maybe you just need a little time. How about giving me a massage instead."

"Okay. I'll get the oil."

Me giving Lisa a backrub had become a ritual and part of our foreplay.

Lisa had complained about her sore shoulder muscles. Way too often she 
pulled up her shoulders when she was reading and the tensing built in her 
muscles. That was the way it began, me massaging her sore shoulders. One 
evening she wanted me to do it after we had gone to bed and I just continued 
down her back when I had finished with her shoulders. She liked it. As a 
finishing I caresses her buttocks and inner thighs. She would spread her 
legs for me to sit between them and after we had introduced the oil I could 
slide my hands smoothly over her skin. Because of the oil we had a special 
blanket for massage.

I got so consumed in what I was doing I forgot all about my predicament and 
when I had finished the massage and was sitting between her legs, my 
erection was restored. I hardly noticed. The trick was not to worry about 
it.

I began to caress her buttocks. My fingers drifted between her buttocks and 
brushed over her arse on their way down to her pussy. I had done it before 
but never thought about it, but this time I thought I heard Lisa sigh as my 
fingers touched her crinkled rose. To be sure I did it again, lingering for 
a moment right in the centre. She tensed for a moment but responded with a 
satisfied moan.

Encouraged by her reaction I continued to tease her rose while I caressed 
her pussy with my other hand. The brown, crinkled skin was dry and smooth, 
contrary to the slipperiness of pussy. I took the oil, put a small amount on 
my finger and began to probe gently. Lisa tensed again but gradually she 
relaxed and the tip of my finger passed the tight barrier and entered her.

I had kind of expected it to feel like fingering her pussy, but her grip 
around my finger was much tighter. I slowly pushed my finger in to the 
second knuckle before pulling back. Lisa was concentrated, breathing deep 
and slow. I moved my finger in and out, continuing to caress her pussy at 
the same time. It was difficult to tell if Lisa liked it or not. Her eyes 
were closed and it was impossible to read the expression on her face. I was 
about to ask her when she spoke.

"If you are very careful and promise to stop if it hurts, we can try to do 
it."

I was so excited that I had to ask: "Do what?"

"In my butt."

"Oh! Yeah. I'll be careful, I promise. Just tell if you want me to stop."

She got up on her knees, her shoulders still resting on the bed. I put some 
oil on my cock and placed the tip against her arse. I was very careful and 
applied a moderate pressure. Nothing happened. I kept my cock against her 
arse but chose to let her control the pressure. Tentatively she rocked back 
and forth a couple of times. Suddenly it was as if she relaxed her muscles 
and the head of my cock stretched the crinkled opening.

Lisa took a couple of deep breaths. I stayed quiet as a mouse. My cockhead 
was trapped in a tight grip and I wasn't sure I could move at all, but the 
sight of my cock caught in her arse was hotter than hell.

After more deep breaths Lisa began to push back against me again. An inch or 
so disappeared into her before she moved forward an inch. I was completely 
fascinated by the way her skin was stretched out so much it was almost 
transparent.

She pushed back against me again and we established a slow rhythm, moving 
back and forth an inch or so. The sight and feel was so hot and I got 
carried away and began to move, too, but a little out of sync. My cock 
slipped out and to my amazement Lisa's butt sealed tightly as if I had never 
been in there. It took a while to enter her again, but not as long the first 
time. Again she suddenly relaxed and let me in.

The visual impact on me was far greater than the actual feeling of being 
inside her arse. Had it been the other way around it would have lasted less 
than thirty seconds. Lisa had sounded strained in the beginning. She sounded 
less so but I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit to make sure she 
felt good as well. Her breathing quickened and she moaned in the quiet way 
she did when she was aroused.

I slipped out again and this time it was Lisa who got carried away. She had 
increased the rhythm and pushed back against my cock, forcing it back in. 
The disruption and the passage through the tight seal was almost too much 
for me. I had to fight to keep from coming. It was a short-lived victory. A 
moment later I slipped out again and when her arse squeezed me again I lost 
it. Again, the visual part of it, seeing my cock stretching the tightly 
clenched ring, did more than the feeling.

When I had finished coming Lisa put her hand over mine to stop me caressing 
her clit and at the same time moved forward. My cock slipped out.

"It's becoming too much."

I let myself slide down next to her. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not really. It did hurt at first but it became better."

"Did you like it?"

"I think it was best when it was just your finger. I prefer to have you in 
the right place."

I my hand was still in her crotch and I began to tease her clit again. She 
was still lying on her stomach and I used my thumb to illustrate my words. 
"You mean like this?"

"Yessss," Lisa sighed.



It was the only time we did it that way. My fingers were more suitable in 
size and in a way it was just as exciting for me that way. We were pretty 
much back to doing it like we used to do with a few variations. Still, it 
was a lot better than before.



At work, things went pretty much back to normal. I learned that you get 
stress by the things you don't get around to do, not the work you get done. 
I also learned to accept that some customers had to wait if I was busy. 
After what Lisa and I had been through, I came to cherish the things I had 
and not what I might have done, given the chance. What I had was the same as 
I had all along; still, a little different.


The End.


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