The Bridge Club

Chapter 07 –  Joanne and Danny

Jack:

I decided to bring the fantasy program back under control by downplaying Danny.  Things were in danger of getting out of hand, it seemed to me.  I tried to fight off the thought that it was old-fashioned jealousy bothering me.  I just told myself that it was time to move on. 

Saturday night was the annual Fireman’s Ball, a big event in our town.  It’s an old-fashioned, small town tradition of a fund-raising fish fry on Main Street, which grew over the years into an extravaganza.  There is still the open-air fish fry and the ‘Ice-Cream Social’ but there is also a dance; something for everyone.  

I was dancing with Janet, when across the floor I saw Danny stroll into the hall with a couple of his buddies.  The next time I turned in that direction, Joanne was standing talking with Danny, a few feet away from the other two.  The two guys couldn’t keep their eyes off Joanne as she and Danny had a quiet conversation.  I watched, as each would touch the other’s arm as they spoke.  Little intimate pats, nothing more, I thought.

Joanne:

It was a shock.  I realized in that moment that my darling young friend had become a man before my admiring eyes.  We were standing on the edge of the dance floor where I had approached him as he walked in with two of his friends.  Danny guided me a few feet away and we stood chatting.  

“I have something I want to ask you,” he began.  

I could see that he was nervous, but I was accustomed to that.   In fact, his nervous self-consciousness was something I hoped I was helping him conquer by our friendship.  I admit that we had gone beyond simple caring friendship, but that is another story.  He grinned sheepishly as I looked expectantly into his eyes.

“I’m probably crazy for asking, .. .. ..”       He looked away, and I could not think what it was that he might find so embarrassing to ask.  I was prepared for anything, or so I thought.

“Yes, go ahead Danny.  You can ask me anything, .. .. anything at all.”  My smile was open and completely sincere.  I was pleased when he looked down at my cleavage before speaking.

“You look beautiful, tonight, Joanne!”  He blurted it out in his self-conscious way.  I believe it was the first time he had ever used my first name.  I liked the sound of it in his mouth, and I touched his arm and smiled into his eyes.  The sound of my first name sent a lovely shiver of excitement down my spine.

“Thank you Danny, you make me feel so good!  But that isn’t the question, I guess,” I said reassuringly.

“No. No, it isn’t.  The  question is .. ..”

“Yes, go ahead.  Don’t be embarrassed. Ask me anything.  You know we have always had that deal, right?”

“ .. .. Will you, .. er, would you, .. Joanne, I want a date.  I mean a real date.  I want to take you to dinner, to the theater, .. .. a date.  Will you  ….?”

Now it was my turn to look off into space and swallow hard.  I looked searchingly into his eyes.  My first thought was to avoid saying anything that might hurt or embarrass him.  Moments turned into seconds, and then into a quiet moment that must have seemed like ages to Danny.  My mind was whirling. And then, it hit me; I was going to say yes.  I wanted a ‘real date’ too.  I could hardly believe I was thinking what my mind was thinking.

“.. .. I’m sorry, “ he stammered, a look of panic in his eyes.  He glanced across the room nervously, seeking someplace to hide.

“No, no, it’s all right.  Thank you.  I’m .. ..glad .. ...”  My mind was racing.

“I shouldn’t have .. ..”

“Ask me again!  I want to hear it again.”

“Joanne, .. ..  will you meet me for a date in Chicago?”  A look of wide-eyed anticipation spread over  his face.

“Yes, Danny, I will.  I’d like that.” 

There was a large lump in my throat.  I was admitting at last that I really wanted this lovely boy who was at last becoming a man.  I wanted him.  I loved him, in fact.  I had ‘loved’ him for years, but at that moment, that feeling of abject emotional nakedness when one is ‘in love’ swept over me.  It scared me, really scared me.  But as I got used to the feeling, it settled in and built to a warm glow low in my stomach.  I was floating as Danny took me in his arms and led me to the dance floor. 
 
Danny’s hands were now possessive, one resting low on my back like a lover’s hand and the other firmly in control as he led me through the dance steps with a confidence that was always absent in the past.  Danny was growing up, .. .. .. and maybe I had something to do with that!

 Jack:

It was after midnight when we arrived home from the dance.  She had danced several  times with Danny tonight, and I noticed she was humming on the way home.  That was  unusual, but I put it to the night of big band music.

As usual, I watched as she undressed.  It was a pleasure I had always considered special.  Joanne grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it up her body.  She wore pantyhose tonight and my eyes took in the way her yellow panties were pasted to her buns by the nylon.   It was strange that on one level, the plastered down look of the panties over her ass was ugly, but in another, her shape made even that look sexy.  As usual, my cock began to harden immediately.  I could see three images of her; the real one, her back and round bottom; the floor standing mirror highlighting the tight little bulge of tummy and breasts; and yet another view of lush pushed up breasts in the dresser mirror. 

Joanne put the dress on a hanger and examined it briefly before walking into the closet and hanging it on a bar packed with clothes.  In the entrance of the closet, she slipped out of the high heels and tucked fingers into the pantyhose and panties and stripped them down her legs together.  I hated it when she did that, but had never managed to talk her out of it.  I preferred the lingering striptease approach of one silky garment at a time.  But it was sexy the way her panties clung between her legs for a moment before being stripped away from her pussy lips.  It was arousing, even this way.

She turned and slipped a nightgown over her head and let it drop down her lovely curves and then turned back the covers and slipped in beside me.

“Nice event this year, didn’t you t think? she said.

“Yeah, good to have a big band, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it makes it fun.”

“I didn’t talk to Danny tonight.  When is he going back to school?”  I thought ruefully that I wasn’t doing well at downplaying the Danny fantasy, but I couldn’t resist probing to see what they had talked about it.

“Oh, next week, I think.  It means summer is over, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll miss seeing him around,” I said.

“Yes, me too.  He’s such a good kid.  Growing up now,” her voice trailed off wistfully.

I slipped my arm under her neck and pulled her warm soft body against my nakedness.  She felt wonderful, but she seemed preoccupied.  I caressed her breast and she didn’t seem to respond, just laid there looking somewhat distant.

“Something bothering you?”

“What? .. .. Uh, no, .. .. no, just thinking about the summer ending, .. .. you know .. ..nothing really!” She moved a little closer and she grasped one finger of the hand lightly cupping her breast.

“You’ll probably miss Danny.  I mean not having someone to do chores on call?” There I went again.  I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about him.

“Oh, .. he doesn’t do that much.  Not really.”  She laughed, then went on, “but, yes, I guess I will, .. ..  a little bit.  He’s good for my ego, too,” she laughed lightly again and looked away.  “He’s almost all grown up, though.”

I turned toward her and slipped my hand under the short gown to caress the soft curls contrasting with the firm mound between her legs.  She opened her legs a little, absentmindedly, distracted.  She turned off the light and I felt her snuggling down into the bed.  My finger slipped between her lips and found her wet.  Was it ‘wet already’ or ‘still wet’ I wondered.

Whichever it was, I found it to be very sexy, and dancing with Janet draped over my thigh at the dance had me feeling a little randy anyway.  I rolled her clit under the tip of my finger like a pearl in a pool of warm oil.  Joanne shivered and moaned slightly, then spread her legs a little more and I felt her hand on my wrist, guiding me for more.

I kissed her breast through the gown and bra, blowing hot breath over her nipple, then feeling it react.  She slipped the gown up and unsnapped the front clasp of the bra and then directed my lips to her nipple.  She went back to guiding my hand lightly between her legs and, mostly at her direction, I found myself suckling at her nipple and finger-fucking her slowly in a warm sea of moisture.  It was not unpleasant, but I felt distinctly directed to do her bidding exactly.

“Put it in,” she directed, pulling me toward her open legs.  

I followed her orders and felt her hand on my cock between her legs.  She moistened it by rubbing me along the oiled slit. The sensitive head felt and sensed all the details of the soft folds of her pussy.  I shivered with pleasure and then lanced forward when she positioned me in the wet vestibule of her vagina.  The heat of her body felt even hotter than usual tonight around my hard cock. We moved immediately into a comfortable, long-practiced rhythm of fucking together.  

Joanne’s fingers were between us, touching her clit and touching my thrusting cock.  She moved her pelvis to meet me and pulled on my cock as I stoked out and then leaped onto it as I pushed back into her.  She felt wonderfully active and alive under me, her cunt grasping and squeezing me in a way that made me feel her body throughout my whole sensory network. I was acutely aware of her snug vagina and all the lovely moist walls surrounding my urgently thrusting dick.

Joanne, however, seemed to me to be someplace else.  I couldn’t understand why I felt that way, but it was definitely my sense of our lovemaking.  It felt good, it was good, it was just that she seemed strangely preoccupied even as she fucked me in a delightful way.  My cock became more and more sensitive to her heat and movement and after a good long fuck I felt my balls tighten and the muscles along my legs strain  as I thrust hard into her, unleashing my orgasm.

“Oh, . … uh.. c ccumming!” I muttered into her ear.

“YES!” she screamed into mine.  

Her hips thrust hard into me and her arms thrashed violently back and forth against the sheet.  I pummeled her body with my excited thrusting and then felt the hot cream of my sperm bolt down my shaft and into her waiting cunt.  Again and again we thrust together.  I felt her trying to get every last inch of me as if she were struggling to catch some needed bit to send her over the top and she was not going to let it escape.  I was spent, but tried to hold on as she used my deflating cock to finish her own orgasm.  I strained to hold some semblance of erection and felt her pussy climb up the softening organ again and again.  Finally, I felt her shudder heavily and scream once more into my ear.     

“YES!”

 Joanne: 

The date Danny and I agreed to was two and a half weeks away.  I was past the thoughts of apprehension and fear.  My mind had turned to the fact of the matter.  I was going to have him, at last.  

On the Monday morning after the dance, I found myself alone in the house, standing before the floor mirror in my bedroom.  I slipped out of my clothes and stood examining the body I was going to offer to this boy just out of his teen years.  I looked at each fault I could find and agonized a bit over my lost youth.  My breasts were still shapely, but I knew they had sagged a bit. They were bigger now than when I was his age and maybe that would make up for not being perky.  I decided that they looked pretty inviting, to be frank about it.  They were round and full and capped with dark nipples.  They were white from no sunbathing this summer, but shapely enough.  I lifted them, cupping them in my hands and imagining Danny’s hands doing it.  I knew he would like them.

My rear-end was a bit bigger than I would like, and sagged a little bit, too, but it would have to do.  I smacked myself on one full cheek, raising a red imprint of my hand.  Not too bad, I thought.  Could be better, but not completely unattractive, I decided.

My thighs had a little evidence of giving in to cellulose, too, but they are still shapely, and I happen to know that my legs still attract appreciative looks from men.
And so, my self-assessment was that I could stand examination as long as the light wasn’t too bright. I laughed ruefully and smiled to the ‘not-too-bad’ soccer mom in the mirror.

“I think I’ll dazzle him with new lingerie to offset the flaws.” I said out loud. “Still, not bad, old girl!  Not too bad.”

I headed immediately to the tanning shop on Main Street and set up a daily appointment to even out my tan.

“Shall I schedule you to have your nails done,?”

“Good idea!” I said.  “I think I deserve the works!”

“Then a pedicure, too?  How about that?” she said.

“Good, sometime next week?”

She led me to the tanning room and flipped a switch on a light.  The contraption glowed to life on the other side of the room.

“You can just relax in the tanning table, we monitor the time in case you fall asleep.”

She showed me how to use the device and left me alone.  It was pleasant lying there with the rays warming my entire body.  The dosage would build up day by day and perhaps the tan lines wouldn’t be so distracting.

As I drove home, I was feeling good about myself.  The tanning gave the illusion of everything being tightened up a little.  I giggled a little, realizing that it was surely an illusion.  I didn’t need to believe the illusion for it to have a good effect on my morale, though.

The days following were filled with idle daydreams of what it would be like.  Occasionally a self-conscious fear would return about a flaw detected in my soon to be exposed body.  Strange as it may seem, very little concern about the adulterous aspect of what I was about to do ruffled my resolve.  I had clearly got past that entirely.  I waited to announce my plans until I was sure it was too late for Jack to get time off.

“I think I’m going to drive to Chicago tomorrow to do a little shopping,” I said, after dinner on Tuesday of the big week.

“When did you decide that?  I’m not sure I can get time off right now.  How about next week?”

“No, don’t bother.  I just want a little time to myself anyway.  I haven’t done that in a long time.  Just want to have a day or two on Michigan Avenue. By myself,” I assured him.

“Well, .. .. uh, .. .. OK?  Sure you don’t want me to .. .. ..” he stopped and looked at me quizzically.

I didn’t mind him being curious.  I had been predictable long enough.  I just smiled and replied enigmatically, “No, don’t bother at all.  I just want some time .. .. for myself.  I’ll be back on Friday, .. .. or .. maybe Saturday.  Probably Friday.  If the shopping is good, you know, might need an extra day!” I laughed.  Jack just grinned sardonically.

“Where will you stay?”

“Oh, I haven’t made any arrangements.  I’ll let you know.”

I arrived just after noon on Wednesday and checked into a little hotel someone told me was lovely.  The Tremont is on Chestnut Street, just off Michigan Avenue.  I pondered long and hard deciding between a luxury suite and a penthouse suite.  I wish I could say that I was sensible and took the lower priced one, but I can’t.  If I had to hock the family jewels, I had to have the penthouse just this one time.  The daily rate was about equivalent to what we used to spend for a two-week vacation with the kids.  

The bellman was attentive and there were flowers in the sitting room, in the bathroom and in the bedroom.  Champagne sat in a cooler next to the Jacuzzi.  The fireplace looked appealing and might be nice with the evenings becoming cooler.

“My god!” I gasped.

The bellman smiled broadly at my small-town girl reaction.  “Nice, isn’t it?  I’m sure Madame will enjoy it.”

We laughed more as kindred spirits than lady of the manor addressing a servant. I felt good that the staff were not stuffy, but could appreciate my unaccustomed taste of luxury.

“Anything you need, my name is Anthony.” He said as he left, still smiling.

I was soon off for a tour of Bloomingdale’s, Mecca for girls in my college days.  It now is the central feature of a Mall just a long block away from the hotel.  I came back feeling wonderfully feminine with my bright, silky new lingerie suitable for a woman my age having her first real live love affair.

We met for dinner, as Danny proposed, in the bar atop the Hancock building.  Danny was leaning against the railing in front of the elevator when I whooshed up the 96 stories of the building and was expelled into a wonderland created by the panorama view of Chicago at sundown. 

“Hi!” he said, holding his arms at his sides as he came closer.  He looked scrubbed and neat in a blue blazer.   He also looked self-conscious and afraid someone would see us.  His concern heightened my ‘devil-may-care’ attitude now that we were far from home.

“Perfect,” I thought.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek against his chest, then turned my face upward to meet his lips with mine.   

“Wow, what a good idea, coming here!” I said.

The hostess slipped us into a table, wished us a nice evening, and turned us over to a pretty waitress, who looked longingly at my date more than at me, I thought, proudly.

“I need something ‘big city’ tonight,” I said. “A Manhattan on the rocks.”

“Two,” he said, looking a little lost.  “This’ll be a first.  I’ve never tasted one.”

“You’ll like it. Trust me!  Just one, though!” I leaned forward and whispered the last comment, conspiratorially. 

“O.K.,” he grinned, and his eyes shot down to the cleavage leaning close presented to him.  The little push-up bra from Bloomie’s pushed them up for his pleasure.  I stayed in that position and turned my head toward the outer drive, pretending to be engrossed in the view. After all, I had spent the afternoon shopping to look this way and I wanted Danny to enjoy the view of my breasts, too.  The thrill of his keen interest made my nipples point immediately.   Slowly, I sat back and crossed my legs toward him. And we gazed into the distance together.

The night was clear and we could see the streetlights radiating off into the distance, the cars lights traced the path of all those office people headed home for an evening in the embrace of spouses and families.  And here I was, ready for an evening in the arms of my young lover.  The Manhattan wasn’t the only ‘first,’ I mused.

“Here’s to you!” he said quietly, raising the glass.

“To us, Danny.  To a special evening!” I added clinking my glass against his.  There is something deliciously erotic about that clinking when you are alone at last with someone you love.  Especially here, isolated a thousand feet above the world.

I could sense how tense he was and tried to calm him by carrying the conversation when he fell quiet. God, but he looked handsome.  He reached for my hand and I took it and held it atop the nylon of my knee.  My dress had a slit that left my thigh bare about halfway up its length.  Danny crossed his arm across his legs hiding the bulge I had already noticed.  

Danny had reserved a table at a little restaurant with huge white tablecloths and large comfortable chairs.  I was a little surprised, expecting something more youthful and spartan, but happy with the romantic ambience.  It was a short walk and we strolled hand in hand in the crisp autumn air.  The sounds of the avenue are muted behind the wall of skyscrapers; muted and romantic if you love Chicago.

Our knees fondled each other under cover of the tablecloth and eventually, we each had removed a shoe so our game of kneesies could extend all the way to the tips of our toes.  We played sensually while making our way through the fine northern Italian cuisine. First a pasta, then wonderful scaloppini with a delicious dish of thin sliced potatoes interleaved with sour cream and topped with cheese.  

The wine was from Tuscany and it warmed our passion.  Danny had become more confident.  His hand reached hesitantly under my dress and I turned toward him.  It was thrilling having his hand explore my thigh and I smiled to cover a sharp intake of breath when his fingers touched my pussy.  Encouraged by my smile, he slipped my panties aside and touched the wetness of my pussy.  I closed my eyes in pleasure and moved forward a little to urge him to touch and feel me more.  I could feel how slick and wet I was under his probing fingers.  When the waiter came back, Danny hurriedly retreated and brought his hand above the table.

“Dessert?” He asked.

“Why don’t we skip that?  Maybe later?” I suggested, eager to get back to the hotel.

“Check, please,” he said, gratefully.

I took his hand and brought the moist fingers to my lips.  After a look around, I slipped it into my mouth and sucked my taste seductively from his finger and looked soulfully into his eyes.  I pressed our hands to his lips and watched as he swallowed hard and then nibbled on the other moistened finger.  I smiled widely at him, and he closed his eyes and took a long deep breath of pleasure and excitement.

We waited a few minutes and let his erection subside enough for him to walk out of the restaurant.  We were in a hurry now, and spent no time lingering in front of the elegant shop windows.

In the elevator, he pulled me close and kissed me all the way to the sixteenth floor, our bodies clinging to each other.  I parted my legs and straddled his thigh.  His cock was hard and warm in the hollow between my mound and my thigh.  Slowly, deliberately I moved from side to side to feel it course up over my mound then back again.  I heard his moan and moved against his cock once more, loving the feel of it.

The elevator doors opened silently and I handed him the key to the room, pointing the way.

“It’s 1617,” I said.  

He gasped as he entered the completely lighted suite, the flowers, the champagne, the fireplace the view out the windows were breathtaking.  It was an overwhelmingly sumptuous setting, made even more so with the lights of the city as a backdrop.

“I splurged,” I said, as an explanation.

He took me eagerly in his arms once again and we rubbed against each other seductively.  He squeezed my bottom in hands eager and strong.  I felt him pulling my skirt up and then his hands on my panties just lightly running across the cheeks of my ass.  I pressed tight against his cock and moaned slightly at the pleasure of his touch.

“Oh, wow!” he moaned, and then kissed my ear through my hair.  His hands said that he could not get enough of me; rubbing and squeezing my round bottom, then rushing along my body to my breasts as I thrust my mound against his exciting hard cock.  I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside to grasp him.

It was my turn to moan and whisper, “Wow!, ohh, … wow!”

We stood writhing in each other’s arms for minutes.  His cock was out of his pants and he lifted me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom.  Gently, he lowered me to the bed, our lips and tongues still sucking each other.

“Let me take this off,” I said. “Help me, please.”  

I stood before him and watched his eyes devour me as he unbuttoned the dress.  Each large white button exposed more of me.  My bra was yellow, lacy and French cut so that a large expanse of bosom greeted his eager lips.  Another button and my breasts were displayed as if on a shelf, round and high and voluptuous.  Danny’s lips grazed first one and then the other as I loosed one more button of the dress.  The lace of my garter belt and the band of my panties was visible and he slipped down to kiss the elastic and push his hands up nyloned legs, sampling everywhere at once.  The band of my panties was just an inch below my navel and his tongue tasted me there as his hands roamed my thighs and buttocks.

Danny opened another button and the hair of my mound was obvious under the silky nothingness of panties.  The fabric was nearly see-through and the dark hair invited his kiss.  Even I could smell the rich scent of my perfume placed just where his lips now toyed.  He moved his head back and forth, letting the scent of me and the perfume sink into senses already overloaded.  

The dress was hanging around my hips and I watched, thrilled by his excited exploration of my body.   It was delicious.  He unbuttoned the last button and my dress dropped down my legs.  I stepped out of it and stood there before him in stockings, garter belt, panties and bra.  He looked positively worshipful kneeling there.  

Slowly, he tugged my panties down over my hips as if unveiling me.  The garment caught slightly as he pulled it passed the clasps of my garters and then his lips were on the beginning of the slit of my pussy.  His tongue slipped out to taste me tentatively, unsure of himself.  I put my hand reassuringly on his head and shivered from head to toe as the pointed tongue slipped into my slit.  Danny nuzzled the hair of my pussy with his nose and then kissed my mound.

I took his hand and raised him to my lips and lead his hands back to my breasts.  I felt him squeeze and caress them through the bra.

“It opens in the front,” I whispered, then helped him after letting him struggle with the clasp.  My breasts sprang from their restraint into his hands as the bra parted like French doors.  He squeezed both nipples and looked amorously into my eyes.  My hand took his cock out of his shorts and felt its length.  It reached from my fingertips to a  point above my wrist as I pressed it against his body.  It felt hard and hot under my grasp.  I slipped my hand down to grasp his balls as his hands loved my breasts.

I undressed him, stripping off his jacket and throwing it to a chair nearby; then attacked his shirt and discarded that as well.  He wore no tee shirt and his hairy chest looked gorgeous and terribly, terribly powerful.  I combed through the hair with long, well-manicured fingers, and unfastened his pants, letting them drop to the floor.  Sitting on the bed before him, I waited as he slipped his shorts down those athletic legs.  He heeled off his shoes with his big cock jutting out and dancing up and down, then stripped off his socks and stood naked before me.  He was self-conscious at first, his hand covering his dick for just a moment before he took my hands in his and looked down at my breasts once again.

I leaned forward to kiss the blunt end of his cock, waving in the air before me, and then drew it between my lips and bathed him in moisture.  I sucked gently for a moment, not wanting him to cum too soon, and slipped my hand under his balls.  He leaned and cupped my breasts, gently massaging as I held him in my mouth, hardly moving.

I heard him moan low in his throat and knew that he would cum if I moved at all.  Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let him withdraw.  I lay back on the bed before him, allowing him to make the next move.  We looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment and then he knelt between my legs and tentatively parted them.  I let him guide me and he knelt there between my legs looking at me. I opened wide and let him see me.  Danny moaned slightly and leaned over me, his big cock looking taut and full as it came closer.

“I love you, Joanne.”

“I love you too, Danny.” 

His cock bumped between my legs, not quite there, but close. I took it in my hand and pressed it along my open slit.  I knew he was close to cumming, so I moved the big head to the hollow where the entrance to my vagina waited for the pleasure to come.

Danny lunged forward, his cock sliding deep into the wetness of my vagina.  I felt the big head pop into the sleeve of my pussy. I felt full, his dick spreading me wide.

“Ohhhh, .. .. “ he gasped, letting his breath leap from his throat.  His eyes were wide with astonishment.

“Ohhh, no, .. ..” he muttered.  I felt his hot cream spurt into me, filling me with warm wetness.

“It’s OK; push it in, Danny!” I said, urging him with hands on his hips pulling him toward me.  He thrust in all the way and I felt another warm gush of his cum.  We thrust together, as he spurted three or more times into me; deep into me.  

“Sorry, .. .. sorry.” He repeated unhappily into my ear.

He was embarrassed to cum so quickly, but I knew that it must happen so we could really enjoy each other the second time.  And the third time?  

“Next time will be even better, darling.” I said, my lips toying with his ear lobe and my hands caressing and soothing his broad back. I held him close as his cock relaxed inside my vagina and his full weight bore down on top of my widespread body.  I caressed the back of his neck and felt him move against me, trying to fuck me more even as his cock softened.  He just laid there on top of me.  His weight felt good and his cum felt lovely dripping from my vagina.  In spite of the quickness of his ejaculation, I had rarely felt such a contented happiness, and wrapped my legs around him so he couldn’t roll away from me.

“Oh, wow, .. .. you’re wonderful.  More than I even dreamed, Joanne.”

“You’ve thought of me? Like this?” I asked.

“All the time. As long as I can remember.” He confessed.

I squeezed him and put my lips against his, waiting for his tongue to press between my lips.

“That makes me feel .. .. very special, Danny.”

He rolled off me, pulling his cock slowly from my pussy.  We lay facing each other, his tongue getting used to tasting my mouth.

“You masturbated thinking of me?”

“Yes.” He said, then slipped his tongue back inside my mouth, exploring my tongue.

“Like this, doing it like this?”

“Ohhh, yes, .. but, I couldn’t imagine, .. .. nothing like as good .. as this feels.”  His hands were on my breasts, squeezing, twisting the nipples, slipping between them, cuddling them.

“mmmmm, that makes me feel, .. .. wonderful!” I kissed him hard.

His lips found and suckled my nipples, alternating between them.

“Let’s try the Jacuzzi!” I murmured into his hair.  “You figure out how it works while I freshen up a little.. ..”

I stood up and realized that in our urgent need to fuck, I had not taken my shoes off.  Leaving them on, I walked toward the bathroom fully aware of Danny’s eyes on my swaying bottom.

I slipped into the shower to wash Danny’s cum from my inner thighs.  I sprayed the showerhead between my legs and shuddered when the hard spray hit my still sensitive clitoris.  I let it play over my lips for a minute and then dried off.

The Jacuzzi was nearly full when I returned.  

“Your turn.” I murmured and let him kiss me gently as he caressed my right breast.  I fondled  his semi-hard cock.  Danny hurried off to the bathroom.

Danny: 

Closing the door to the bathroom, I leaned against the wall with one hand and waited for my stream to start.  As I relaxed a little, I was able to piss long and hard. I felt sheepish about the noise, but I realized I was getting a little more comfortable being around a woman.

The embarrassment of cumming as soon as my cock slipped into Joanne’s hot pussy was still lingering on my mind. She had been wonderful about it, but I was still embarrassed. I looked at my cock, flicking the last drop of urine from the end.

“Traitor!” I muttered.

Not in a million years could I have imagined how good it would be to have a real woman, to be inside her, to feel how hot her body felt inside.  My mind was reeling with the pleasure and the excitement of being here with Joanne.  I had jerked off thinking of her ever since I discovered masturbation, and here, at long last, I found out how much better the real thing was.

Her stockings and garter belt lay in a cloud-like pile on the clothes hamper.  I crushed the cloud of pleasure in my hand and picked them up.  Brushing the soft silkiness against my cheek and smelling her scent was enough to make my cock jerk involuntarily.  If the second time was going to be even better, I couldn’t wait.  I opened the door to find my beautiful Joanne deep in the swirling water of the Jacuzzi.

I was getting over the awkwardness of being naked in front of her.  She held out her hand and invited me to sit facing her.  I looked at her breasts, floating half submerged in the water. It made my mouth water thinking of having her nipples in my mouth.  Below I could see her tummy and the tuft of dark hair between her legs shimmering under the flowing water and air bubbles of the Jacuzzi.  She looked lovely.

My legs were outside hers and she leaned them against mine.  My cock stiffened a little more and she leaned forward to touch my cock.  She smiled up at me, then leaned back and put both feet against my cock.  One foot slowly moved down and the toes of her foot caressed my balls, and then slipped under the cheeks of my ass.  

“It’s beautiful, Danny.” She had my heart completely.   I put my hands on her breasts and lingered there holding them.

“Oh, Joanne, you are so beautiful!” was the best I could do for eloquence. She looked so beautiful that it choked in my throat.

Joanne turned around and sat between my legs so I could fondle her tits and her pussy.  Her pussy was firm under my hand, the curls soft and silky between my fingers.  Her bottom was against my cock and I felt her wriggle against me.  It hardened a little more and pressed straight up between my stomach along her backbone.  It was wonderful.

We lay there in the swirling water for a few minutes. And I seemed to be recovered.  I wanted this beautiful woman again.  My cock was hard as a rock and her nipples were like stone under my fingers.  

“Can we do it again?” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded and turned her lips for a kiss.  There I was holding Joanne’s tits in my hands and kissing my tongue into her mouth.  It was heaven.

“I thought you’d never ask!” she said.  

Jack:

As I drove home from work it occurred to me that I had spent a lot of time wondering what Joanne was doing in Chicago.  Something just didn’t ring true about her going off for a day or two of shopping.

I looked around for a note and found it there on the table:

“I’m off! 
 I left a broasted chicken you can microwave.  Also, lots of cold cuts and fresh fruit.  The lawn guys are coming for fall cleanup on Thursday.  Don’t forget to put out the trash tomorrow morning.  That’s all I can think of.   Love, Joanne.”

No mention of how to contact her.  No mention of the hotel.  I started the chicken and tumbled some ice into a crystal glass.  A good single malt scotch made the ice crackle as I poured two fingers into the glass.  I stood waiting for the chicken to warm, sipping and staring out the window into the trees behind the house.  I was troubled by the secrecy of the trip.  It was probably nothing, I thought.  Still it nagged at me as I finished dinner and got fresh ice for another drink of that good scotch.

By the time I had watched a couple old editions of Seinfeld, and searched for something interesting on TV, my nagging concerns had become open suspicions.  I paced the floor wondering what was bothering me.

Out of curiosity, I searched for the phone book where she kept frequently called numbers.  
There I found the fraternity house where Danny lived.  I put the book back and went back to pacing as the sun went down.  I had a third drink but my suspicions would not die.  I stood looking at the phone, hoping it would ring to take my suspicions away.  Then I took out the little book and dialed the fraternity house.

A male voice answered identifying the fraternity in unintelligible fashion.

“Danny? Who’s calling?”

I convinced him I was a friend and gave him a false name.

“I don’t think he’s around.  Hang on.” 

I could hear him calling one of the brothers, and then footsteps.

“Hello.  Danny’s away for a couple days.  Chicago, I think.”

“Do you know where he is staying?”

“Nope, didn’t say.”

I hung up.  Danny in Chicago; Joanne in Chicago.  Too much of a coincidence.  The green-eyed monster, jealousy, raged in my chest.  I found it difficult to breathe.  The pain was tinged with the well-known sexual excitement of our fantasy nights when I encouraged her to tell me fantasies of her fucking Danny.  This was a lot different. This was real.  The pain was there and so was the sexual excitement, but the pain was a little bigger.

I tossed and turned in bed that night, haunted by the image of Danny and Joanne fucking in some hotel in Chicago.  Unable to sleep, I tried reading.  That didn’t work either; the image kept bobbing into my mind.  The vision was of Joanne’s tits bouncing up and down as she rode his big cock, bigger and harder than mine.  The image thrilled me, and haunted me at the same time. 

I got up to look for another book and as I passed the hall bathroom, I noticed a pile of  underwear on the hamper.  It was pantyhose, panties and a bra all in a fluffy heap.  I snatched them up and smelled the strong scent of Joanne and her perfume.  I examined the panties and realized that she had been very aroused when she wore them.  Her panties had been wet in anticipation of her trip to Chicago.  It may not be true, but that was what my fevered mind conjured.

I took the clothing back to bed with me and lay for a minute fondling the silky underclothes, worrying about what was happening in Chicago.  The thoughts gave me a huge erection despite the pain.  I slipped my hand down under my body with the panties and stockings over it.  With a groan, I lay on my silk covered hand and fucked into Joanne’s panties in the dark loneliness of the night.  When I had flooded her stockings with sperm, I began to doze toward a fitful sleep at about 3 AM.

It was 2AM in Chicago; were Joanne and Danny snuggling warmly and fondling each other while I lay alone in the creaking silence of this empty house?  Sleep came at last.

Danny:

She let me dry her body with the fluffy towel and then wrap her in the hotel’s bathrobe before leading her to our bed.  I stripped off the cover this time and then turned to take the robe from Joanne.  Her nipples were lovely as I unveiled her body once again.  I felt her mound with my cock as I kissed her.  She offered her tongue and I felt her hands caress my waist, pushing my robe apart and stepping close against my body. 

My cock was incredibly hard.  It felt stretched, it was bulging that hard.  It stood straight out and bumped against the bulge of her tummy.  Again, I filled my hands with her incredible breasts.

She sat on the bed and scooted back across it, then spread her legs and lay there before me.  The contrast of her pussy hair and the darkness of her nipples were lovely.  She trailed her hand between her legs, putting aside a nonexistent out of place hair on her mound.  It was a perfect picture and my cock was crying out to feel her soft folds, to feel the heat of her pussy again.  I walked toward her on my knees.  Incredibly, she was smiling up at me, letting me have her body, letting me look at her naked body, her glistening pussy.  

I leaned close, staring at her pussy.

“It’s OK, .. .. .. if you want to.” She said quietly.

I knew what she meant. But how did she know what I wanted?  I looked helplessly into her beautiful eyes and then slowly sank lower between her legs and stared as she parted her pussy lips with her fingers, letting me look at  her most secret place.  Between her lips she was a bright, inviting coral color and she was very wet.  I looked at the pair of inner lips lying low between the long swollen ridges of her pussy lips.

“Go ahead, Danny, It’s OK,” she smiled.  “Anything is OK between us.”

I could smell her delicious scent and slowly, I approached between her legs.  I leaned closer and kissed her lightly.  It was lovely.  The softness, the moistness, almost like kissing her mouth only more exciting.  I kissed again and looked up at her.  She shivered with pleasure.  I put out my tongue and tasted.  It was excruciating.  My mind reeled.  I pressed closer and then felt her hands go from her lips to the back of my head and press me close.  Slowly I began licking her slit, everywhere.  I couldn’t get enough of her pussy.  It tasted good, it felt good, it smelled good.  

“I love you, Joanne!”   I said, taking a breath.

“Yes, I know.  Come here now.  I want you, Danny,” she said, her voice low and warm.

I crawled up over her body and Joanne took my cock in her hand.  I watched and felt the erotic effect of the sight of her delicate fingers surrounding my shaft. Joanne spread her legs wider and guided me between them.  I felt the little nub of her clitoris as she moved the head of my cock along her slit.  I felt the hollow spot filled with moisture where the entry to her cunt was, and then her clit again. And then she held me just there and smiled up at me.

“Now, darling, now.  Put it in me, Danny.”

With a long deep breath I felt the head of my cock part her lips and slip just inside her wonderfully hot pussy.  

Joanne:

I looked down his lovely young body.  It was beautiful, the tufts of hair on his chest, the taut flat stomach muscles.  Lower still, the hair above his cock trailing up in a line pointing to his navel, the other side of the triangle of tangled curls reaching around the wide base of his wide cock.  It was gorgeous.  It brought tears to my eyes to see it; to see him entering me with his beautiful cock.  

I didn’t know what made me feel like crying, but that was the first time I felt tears trying to break through.  There would be more, but I could put them down at this time.  When they cleared, I could see a little more of him had slid easily between my wet pussy lips.

My lips were swollen with lust, they welcomed and yet resisted the advance of the huge object sliding into me.  It was hard, very hard.  It even looked hard.  It looked huge between my legs, huge tucked between my slim pussy lips, huge where my vagina tried to welcome it.  I felt completely filled as it slid into the sleeve of my pussy.  I could feel him pushing aside the walls of my vagina, feeling him hot and big as he touched deeper inside than I had ever been touched.  I clamped down on his bigness.  Held him tight to keep him there.  To keep his big cock buried deep inside, burning slightly as it made its way in and out of me.  But the burning was pleasure, not pain, joy not abuse.

It was a beautiful sight. 

That lovely white cock sliding in and out of me, 

my legs spread wide to let him have all of me, 

to reach into me as far as his big thing would let him, 

to give it all to him.

Danny:

“Watch!.. ..  ..” She told me.

We watched together.  I never thought I would be so excited by anything in my life.  The swollen head of my cock was not quite all the way inside her.  Her lips were parted by the mushroom shape.  It looked more erotic than anything I ever imagined, more thrilling than any centerfold of Playboy.  I pushed and felt how snug she was.  I pushed more and felt a tight ring around me just behind the head of my dick.  

It was like a white-hot band; 
wonderfully tight; 
wonderfully hot; 
wonderfully wet.

“Push it in, darling, push it in. Fuck me, my lover!”

Hearing her use that word was exciting beyond belief.  It sounded so right! For the first time, the word ‘fuck’ sounded just right!  It was perfect.  I fucked into Joanne’s pussy. Watching it disappear and then watching it glisten between her legs as I pulled back.  Then in again, tensing my stomach muscles to thrust into her.

I was all the way in.   I lay in her open legs and felt her move under me.  It was lovely; she fucked onto my cock.  Her hips were magical; tilting and thrusting against me; driving me into her exciting warmth.

She was right! It was much, much better this time.  Even better than the first time inside her lovely cunt!  Now we moved together in an incredibly fluid motion.

“Fuck me, Joanne.” I tried the word self-consciously at first.

“Yes, Danny, I AM fucking you.  Fuck mommy, darling! Fuck me hard!”  Her voice sounded hushed, expectant, excited.  

And that is just what I did.  I felt invincible, strong, on top of the world.  I felt complete! Completely confident for the first time ever.  As I fucked hard and deep into beautiful Joanne, I felt completely like a man!

I felt her shudder and clutch me tightly.  Her body throbbed and bucked under me.  She clutched my neck, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth, her legs clenched around my waist and I tried harder to fuck her well and truly.  My cock seemed wild between her legs, thrusting in and out. 

“Oh, yes!  That’s it.  Harder, fuck me harder!  .. .. shove it in! shove it in!  Fuck me! Ah! Oh! Oh! Give me your lovely cock, Danny! .. ….. oh, yes, .. yes, it is soooo good. More! Now! Now! Ohmigod!  Her arms thrashed against the bed and she thrust hard up onto my cock as I held on, trying to be hard for her.  

And then, the lovely sigh of pleasure as she relaxed under me.  She held me in her arms and I continued to stroke into her.  

“Yes, yes, yes, cum, baby, cum in me!’ she murmured.  She was tenderly holding my cock in her pussy.  Holding herself open for me.  

And then the flood.  I seemed to be flooding her cunt.  My cock  seemed bathed in volumes of my sperm as I spurted into her time after time.  All the while, Joanne caressed my  back, rubbed the back of my neck, moved her hips in time with me.  She was delightful.  I was sure there could never be another woman like this.

Joanne turned off the light and snuggled in my arms.  She slept first and I loved feeling her gentle breathing against my chest.  The only light was the neon of the alarm clock blinking its way to 2 AM.  It is the last I remember before I fell asleep with the warmth of her breasts against my chest.