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Part 1.

Bloody hell it was hot.  The air conditioner was
only just keeping up with the heat pouring
through the back picture windows.  Looking out
I thought what a beautiful day it was, and inside
I just knew it was going to get better.  In fact I
couldn't wipe the smile off my face every time I
thought about Tracey coming around for lunch
and us spending the afternoon together, alone in
the peace and quiet.  I could hardly wait.

Checking for the second time that the wine was
cooling it's heels nicely and that the salad wasn't
suffering too much from the cold dry air of the
fridge didn't help take the edge off the butterflies
in my stomach.  A feeling brought on by a
stunning sexy goddess coming into my life from
nowhere and awakening a mass of raging desires
and passions that had simmered below the
surface for so long.

It had been weeks of pure hell since we started
talking and Tracey had agreed to meet me here. 
Every week was a non-starter due to her life or
mine, problems with home or work, or just about
any other thing that could possibly get in the
way.  But not today.  Maybe I had better unplug
the telephone, that way she can't ring me and say
something else has come up (again), Tracey
would have to come over and tell me in person.

Smiling again I walk from the kitchen toward the
lounge and change the CD from Queen to Billy
Joel.  An uncomfortable short walk - oh well,
what else could I expect after the secret thoughts
I am harbouring. Every time I think of Tracey an
electric current runs through me, visions of her
sparkling eyes, cute nose, sensuous lips and soft
hair.  Dreamily I look down to those shapely legs
- legs running all the way up to what I think will
be the most sexy bottom I'll ever see - and I
imagine how breathtaking she must look in a pair
of lacy panties.

Snapping out of an almost trance-like state I re-
adjust my shorts and head for the back deck to
check the pool and chairs (again).  Come on
Tracey, hurry up, it can't take that long to drive
down here.  Quietly singing in tune with
"Virginia" I lean on the balcony rail and look out
over the greenery of the coastal rainforest that
surrounds the house I rented just for us. With the
nearest neighbour 200 metres away and shielded
by the forest we could pretend to be a million
miles from anyone.  A carefree and secluded
afternoon to do as we wish.

With a start I hear the crunch of tyres on the
gravel drive and a car stop and  I am on my way
through the house before the car door closes.
Click click click go your heels down the path as
I open the door.

"Hello Tracey," I say with a little mock bow and
a kiss on your hand.

"Sorry I am a bit late..."

"Don't worry, you are here now and that's all that
matters".  

As she walks past me I sweep my eyes over her. 

"What a great outfit, it really suits you.  Fancy a
cold glass of wine?" I say in a jumble as I admire
Tracey's white cotton shorts and blue shirt.   If
only I could borrow Superman's X-ray vision.

As we move inside Tracey gives me a little smile
that says she caught me looking her over  - and
sheepishly I smile back because its something I
could do a thousand times and never tire.

"Pick a spot, outside under the umbrella or inside
on the cane lounge near the windows, in fact
anywhere you want.  When would like lunch.
Sooner or later?"

Sooner it is, and as Tracey settled on the lounge
that overlooks the deck and pool I bring us each
a large glass of wine and then momentarily retire
to serve the food.

I enjoy watching her visibly relax as the wine,
food and quiet conversation in our special place
away from the world soothes away the stresses
of life. Tracey will have to make any moves
toward a change of pace as its not in my nature
to push the envelope until I know someone
totally trusts me. But even so I can hardly sit still
due my feelings of hope, desire and anticipation.

"Come on let's go for a swim David"

"I'll grab some towels. Change anywhere you
want" I say  as I head down the hall to pick
through the cupboard to find the biggest and
nicest towels.

"Are you coming or not" Tracey called out
thirty seconds later

"With any luck" I mutter under my breath
although I call out "On the way" as I trot back to
the sun room.

Tracey is standing by the lounge and starts to
unbutton her shirt as I saunter through the room.
I pause before sliding open the glass door to
watch her disrobe, surely she must have known
I would, why else would she have waited.  

I am not at all disappointed to see the royal blue
one piece swim-suit Tracey had on under her
clothes.  She looked gorgeous and the way the
suit hugged every curve accentuated the fact she
had curves and flesh where it should be. To me
this made her more desirable than any so called
super-model.  

Trying not to be too obvious as I cast my eyes
over her I notice she looks a little flushed and
I'm not sure if this is from embarrassment or
something else.  What I do know for sure is the
stirring I feel as my glance catches faint outlines
in the satiny material sweeping across her upper
body.  Maybe the blush isn't embarrassment after
all.  Shyly Tracey gives me a hurry up look and
I pull my shirt and shorts off in a rush. This
leaves me wearing nothing but sunglasses, a grin
and lumpy black Speedos. As we walk outside
Tracey's knowing smile says she'd noticed and
was enjoying the effect she was having on me.

The water is pleasantly warm and we surface side
by side after diving in together. This time I can't
help from being distracted by the now very
obvious and very appealing peaks in the top of
her swim suit.  We float along together and I
gently push her over onto her back so that I am
floating between her legs with her knees on my
shoulders.  Gently she grips me by closing her
legs slightly and I swim us around the pool -
Tracey lying back with her eyes closed, arms
spread wide, supported by the water and pushed
along gently by me.  From this position I can see
every little curve and dip of her body, from her
lovely face, down over her tightly sheathed-in-
blue breasts and further down tothe graceful arc
of fabric that sweeps between her legs.  I am
growing hard and the fabric of my swimmers has
no chance of resisting the urgent rise from my
loins.

While keeping her eyes closed Tracey brought
her hands down to adjust the leg bands of her
suit and then swept them back out again. I can
only surmise she did it deliberately and knowing
what I would now be able to see. Sure enough an
impish smile crept across her face as she opened
her eyes to watch me over the rise of her 
womanly mound.   The blue fabric is pulled
tightly against her, revealing and yet still hiding
the treasures bound within. My gaze follows the
contour of her legs and a few stray curls beckon
me to explore what lies tantalisingly under the
now quite revealing fabric. In response I am now
so hard it feels like I am going to burst.

Suddenly with a giggle Tracey flips over and
dives away, surfacing to sit in the warmer
shallow water on the broad sweep of the pool
steps.  I follow close behind and slipping into an
easy embrace  we kiss for the first time. Kisses
that are initially cool but tinged with fire and I
can feel the warmth radiating from her body
through the coolness of the water. 

I wrap my arms around Tracey and pull her into
an embrace that signals my rising passion. 
Caressing along the outline line of her suit I let
my fingers roam over her back and shoulders,
sweeping down to caress her bottom and back up
along her side.  Teasingly I begin to slip my
fingers under the fabric and I can feel goose
bumps rise on her skin as I trace slow sensuous
circles across her back.

Slipping out of our kiss I begin to trace the
outline of her  jaw with my lips, my moustache
sending little jolts through Tracey as it tickles its
way up to her ear. Pausing to nibble the bottom
of her earlobe I start to kiss my way back down
along the sweeping curve of her neck, nibbling
and tickling the soft flesh that passes under my
lips. 

Glancing down I see the blue suit is pulled tightly
across her breasts and Tracey's nipples are
pushing against the taut fabric.  As we kiss again
I begin to move my hand across her middle,
making circles with only the feather light touch
of my fingertips.   Large circles, small circles,
over and over while we kiss and nibble each
others lips.  Slowly I moved my hand down over
the material of her suit, under the water and
along her thigh where I feel the prickle of
hundreds of little goose bumps lining my route.

Sliding my fingers around her knee I caress
behind it and begin a slow climb up Tracey's
inner thigh, my caresses moving higher and
higher and as a shiver passes through her I flick
my finger to the other leg, sliding it back down
to behind the other knee. This time on the trip
upwards my fingers trace up her outer thigh,
over her hips and up to under her arm.  Still
using just my fingertips I caress the area beside
Tracey's breast, over her ribs and back up under
the other arm.  I am sure I can sense flames of
passion radiating their heat from beneath
Tracey's suit and as we kiss again I can feel
more than hear a little sigh rise from deep within
her.

Reluctantly I roll away and exit the pool to fetch
and refill our wine glasses.  I can feel Tracey's
eyes following me and I know she could not have
failed to see the very visible signal of my arousal. 
While in the kitchen opening a bottle of
champagne I am amazed how easily we slipped
into each others comfort zone. With longing I
wonder whether she wishes to continue further.
In many ways this is a first for us both and I
don't want self recriminations to colour the after
glow of whatever the afternoon may hold in
store.  As I return to the pool I decide to behave
myself and let Tracey decide what the rest of
our afternoon holds in store for us.


Part 2

With a sigh I sink back into the pool, hand
Tracey her glass and say  "To us and whatever
pleasures lie ahead." We touch our glasses in
honour of the toast and then snuggle up side by
side to sip our champagne.  Idly I run my hand
over Tracey's hips as we bask in the sun
warmed water. Before long the wine glasses are
resting forgotten on the edge of the pool and we
are once again wrapped in each others arms. 
Mindful of my earlier decision I retrace the
previous wanderings of my hands and lips and
my resolve to hold back becomes more difficult
to enforce as I feel Tracey's warmth blending
with mine.  

Lying on our sides we hold each other tight as
we kiss and I am ultra aware of the press of my
erection against her tummy and pubic mound. 
Tracey doesn't pull away and with this in mind
I sweep my hand over and along the outside of
the swell of her breast.  I feel the little sigh she
makes through our kiss and her hand moves to
rest lightly over my erection, her fingertips
stroking the head through the fabric of my
swimmers.  This is certainly the kind of sign I
was hoping for and my caution dissolves as my
hard-on tries to burst through the fabric to meet
her touch unencumbered. Now the passion and
heat in our kiss betrays our lust and reveals an
urgent need to explore each other. Faster and
more assuredly our hands begin to roam.  

Each sweep of my hand brings me closer to the
edge of Tracey's swim suit and the treasure it
contains. Gently, one widely sweeping circle at a
time I move under the edge of the smooth blue
material and begin to push my fingers inside. I
can feel her mounting tension, a mix of
excitement, lust and apprehension, matched by
my own increasing excitement.

Finally I sweep my hand across the blue material
and run my fingers across the top of her right
breast, down the middle and around the under
side, not touching her nipple.  Again and again I
do this, feeling Tracey shift against me as I circle
what by now must be a very hard little bud.  With
my fingers spread wide across her breast, the
fabric tented by the nipple centred below but not
touching my palm, I gently draw my fingers
together, stopping just at the edge of that temple
of hard flesh. Over and over I do this and I feel
Tracey straining to meet my palm or fingers as
they come tantalisingly close to that little peak. 

A little is fun but too much is torture and I kiss
her firmly as I draw my fingers over the
surrounding flesh and close them on her  nipple. 
She feels deliciously firm and warm as I roll it
gently between my fingers.  I open my hand and
use my palm to cup and tease her while my
fingers make a star pattern across her breast.
While gently massaging her whole breast and
rolling the nipple under my hand I feel Tracey
shift position. Reaching down she starts
exploring inside my costume, her finger tracing
through the tight curls down there while running
her other hand over my back.  

Tracey's fingers glide over my damp skin
leaving a trail of pleasure as each nerve ending
receives the special gift of her touch. My cock is
hard and erect but perhaps a little less so now as
the pleasure from other parts of my body flood
my senses. We both madly kiss each other
anywhere that is handy, on our arms, shoulders,
neck, lips.  I don't think Tracey is fully aware of
me moving downwards, getting closer and closer
to the swell of her breasts.  

Once again I put my fingers over her breast and
this time I begin to slide the blue fabric aside. 
With a little start she realises what I am doing
and her approval is evident as she sinks back into
the sensations we are both experiencing.  Slowly
like a curtain concealing a special prize, the blue
material slips aside and my mouth is almost dry
with excitement as I bend down to follow the
final retreating line of fabric with little kisses.  

Leaning back slightly so I can see Tracey's face
I finally slide the fabric aside and unable to resist
I glance down to see a beautiful pink bud
blossom from behind the blue veil. Gently I lower
my mouth so I can run my tongue all around it
and after flicking the tip with my tongue three or
four times I rapidly descend and draw a good
portion of her breast into my mouth.  Using the
flat of my tongue I massage her hard nipple with
powerful circular strokes and Tracey signals her
approval with a sharp intake of breath and a long
sigh of pleasure.  

With my tongue, lips and mouth I continue to
tease, tempt and pleasure her nipple.  When I feel
it begin to relax some of its hardness I tickle her
with my moustache before moving the swim suit
fully off her right breast.  Immediately its
exposed I place my wide open mouth over her
water cooled breast with the nipple right in the
centre.  Then copying the finger movements I
used earlier, but this time with my mouth, I draw
inwards towards the hot hard centre. This time I
don't just tease it.  Drawing my mouth to her
nipple I continue up the sides of the little pink
temple and finish at the tip, and then back down
again to where I started. Over and over again,
gently sucking as I bob my mouth slowly up and
down, occasionally kissing her soft skin before
returning.

Tracey's hands guide me up to lie beside her
again and after a few more kisses she pushes me
onto my back.  Her kisses are like little splashes
of fire as she moves over my neck and chest and
I stroke her hair as she moves across my body. 
I can see the soft swell of her breasts as she
moves over and around me and my cock surges
when they sway slightly and brush across my
skin.  I am a ball of fire, ignited by Tracey's
exquisite touch burning from within as she moves
across my stomach and each hip.  My cock is so
hard it is literally straining to be released,
desperate to be stroked, dare I even imagine it,
to be kissed and nuzzled and taken between her
beautiful lips.  I am so deeply aroused I want to
ask her, no beg her,  to release my cock and do
anything she can, anything she wants, to  satisfy
my need for release and it takes me a moment to
realise Tracey is now moving back up my body.

As she rises above me I push her suit down and
slip the straps off her shoulders.  Her nipples
hard and pointed, the areola puckered and goose-
pimply. I take one deep into my mouth, the other
nipple I roll gently between thumb and
forefinger.  Tracey gives a sweet little sigh and
stops moving as she concentrates on the fires
within her body. We stay in this tableau of
pleasure and desire for only a while but the
strength of our lust makes it seem like forever.

Gently I lift Tracey through the water and sit her
on the edge of the pool. Reaching up I kiss
from one breast to the other before slowly rolling
the suit down and tracing licks and kisses across
her  tummy as my mouth follows the slithering
fabric.  When it reaches her hips I reposition her
to lie flat on her back, lower legs dangling in the
water. The water quietly swishes as I move
between her legs and she lets me gently push
them apart.  

Tracey is now spread before me, the sun shining
on her skin, the bunched suit around her waist. 
Slipping my fingers under the leg bands of her
suit I gently spread the fabric so it is stretched
tightly between her legs. Without only a slight
pause to admire how her folds are now outlined
in the material I begin to massage her pussy with
my mouth and tongue.

Slowly I stroke my tongue up and along
Tracey's lips and with a surprise I am greeted by
the firm button of her clit and Tracey draws a
deep breath and lets it out with a loud groan. 
Working the fabric across her lips and clit I can
feel the texture of her on my tongue and I hope
the silky-soft, feel of the suit is driving her
passion higher and higher.  Time and time again
I ruck the folds of fabric across the hood of her
clitoris and Tracey's hips rotate and rise to greet
each caress.  The pink flush spreading across her
breasts and tummy is highlighted by a slight
sheen of perspiration as she rides the waves of
pleasure.
     
With her legs now spread wide apart and her feet
resting on my shoulders I bury my face in her and
abandon myself to the sheer joy of licking,
sucking, and stroking her entire blue covered
pussy.  The taste of the material mixes with the
sweetness of her juices and soon I pull back,
deftly flick it off and toss it into the depths of the
pool.  

My heavily swollen cock pounds within my
costume and I feel the urgent need to stroke it as
my senses go into overload from the visual feast
before me. Releasing myself from the tight
confines of the swimmers is a relief and the feel
of my cock swaying free in the water is
wonderful. With renewed vigour I plunge my
mouth fully over Tracey's sun and sex heated
pussy, gently sucking on her while swirling my
tongue up over her clit and then down her
honeyed slit.  Her lips are like little rolls of silk as
they move and slide around in my mouth under
the skilled guidance of my tongue.

"Enough, come out here." Tracey says
breathlessly and she pushes me back.

As she rises from the edge of the pool I am
treated to the sight of her in all her natural glory. 
Her skin is flushed to near glowing from the heat
generated within her and from the sun.  I watch
her walk a few feet away and settle on the edge
of the nearest chair. 

"Well come on I can't wait much longer" she
scolds and I literally leap out of the pool. Two
steps later and I begin to sink down to explore
her womanly depths again.   

"No, it's my turn now" she says and I feel my self
being pushed back to stand upright.

Reaching forward she firmly grips the shaft of my
cock and draws me forward.  Alternately looking
me in the eye and at the head of my cock Tracey
pulls me closer until I am standing right in front
of her. With her eyes locked on mine she moves
her hand to lightly hold my cock and then begins
to close her lips around my shaft from the side. 
Running her mouth up and down the shaft of my
cock, without touching the pinky purple head or
sensitive underside, she brings me to a delicious,
almost painful, state of erection. A hardness that
forces me to groan loudly from sheer pleasure.
As her hand slips down my shaft I feel her lips
and tongue exploring around the ridge of my
crown and along the underside.  After the
stimulation of looking at Tracey spread before
me and the feel of her under my tongue I am in
no shape to control or delay my orgasm, and
what she is doing is going to make me come way
too soon.  Breathlessly I tell her so and pull away
to sink back down between her legs.  

I had intended to resume my feast on her and
bring her to a rapid and powerful orgasm with
my tongue but instead she firmly positioned me
to kneel upright between her legs. Looking into
Tracey's eyes I drew her hand down and placed
it around my cock and then carefully placed the
tip against the silky wetness of her special place,
gently nestling it between her lips to let her know
it was to be her decision to accept me inside her
body.  

With firm pressure Tracey drew me forward and
using her fingers as a guide we slipped the
swollen tip of my cock inside her.  As she
released me I guided her fingers to rest alongside
her lips.  I placed my hand over hers and then
sliding my thumb through her folds, raised it to
rub gently over her clit. 

Tracey moved forward slightly and I gratefully
acknowledged the signal to work my cock
deeper into her firm, slippery and silky vagina. 
Soon I am luxuriating in her depths, feeling the
warm, wet pressure encircle me and slowly I
stroke myself in and out. For a few minutes we
enjoy the physical, emotional and spiritual 
connection through a slow, gentle undulating rhythm.  

Gradually our tempo increases and Tracey
moves her hand up and across, taking over the
duty of pleasuring her clitoris.  I sighed with
pleasure as I settled myself into up a rhythm that
naturally matched hers.  Gradually we sped up
and began to fuck with fast, hard strokes.  

I could see and feel that Tracey was getting
close to coming and I carefully timed my strokes
to help bring her the edge of bliss. The
excitement of watching her near orgasm meant I
too was close to coming and the rapid strokes in
and out of her wet-velvet tunnel were soon going
to send me into orbit.  Tracey's  eyes were
tightly shut and short breaths passed between her
slightly opened lips as a deep blush began to
spread up her neck and across her gently swaying
breasts.  She was so close.

My senses were heightened from both the
physical pleasure and the sight of Tracey's
building climax.   Suddenly I feel her tighten on
me and her back began to arch.  I can see every
muscle straining as she  almost went rigid and
huge moans and groans of ecstasy told me she
was beginning to enjoy one of the most powerful
of human experiences.  Carefully I timed my
thrusts to follow the ebb and flow of Tracey's
orgasm, slowing and deepening my thrusts
seemed to extend and strengthen the waves of
her pleasure.

Inexorably the experience of sharing Tracey's
orgasm drew me in and I was helpless to do
anything but join her. My own orgasm flowed in
waves as I found release deep inside her, the
pleasure wave accompanying each spurt from my
tightly held cock magnified by the pressure of her
vagina rippling around me.  The deep, strong 
regular contractions of ejaculation continue far
longer than I am used to and from afar I realised
that sharing her orgasm was giving the deepest
climax I had ever experienced.

I watch Tracey revel in orgasmic bliss and my
senses readily absorb everything about this
beautiful moment.  The colour of her skin is tinged 
deep pink, shining and glistening in the light of 
the sun as she slowly begins to relax. The tension 
in our bodies is released with the aid of the huge
breaths we are taking. Her  colour begins to
return to normal and I lean back on my heels
with my cock still deep inside her, still quite firm
and twitching spasmodically. We both sigh
simultaneously and  I lift and kiss her hand and
the tip of each finger individually. Shyly we smile
at each other and exchange a look of wonder
over what we had just shared. 

Reluctantly I withdraw my slippery, temporarily
satiated member and turn around to cuddle up
beside her.  As I wrap my arms about Tracey we
begin to kiss and caress with a comfortable
intimacy.  It is too soon to move or say anything
and we slowly return to the world around us.

Eventually I stand up and spread a towel over the
sun lounge and then help Tracey lie back to
enjoy the remaining heat of the day.  While
adjusting the umbrella on the way to get us
something to drink I am quite moved by the
power of what just transpired, and I wonder if
we could ever achieve that level of shared
orgasmic bliss again.  My cock grows a little as
I think the only way to find out is to try and
see.  Just before I go inside I pause and look
back at the loveliest site in the world - Tracey,
naked and dozing in the chair on the pool deck.

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If you liked this short story please let me know by email to
davtckr@telstra.com  Contructive criticism and ideas always 
welcome.  

Ladies who might like to co-write are encouraged to email me.
Discretion and privacy assured. I never publicly release 
anything without mutual approval.  Its fun, safe and exciting
to explore ones sensuality and creativity in this manner.

David


