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Subject: {ASSM} An Opportune Time for Two..In *.txt format
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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Here is the same story in *.txt format instead of *.pdf.

Hope readers enjoy.

Lincoln Parker


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I hope you enjoy this story from my real life.  It's an ongoing
event and it's wonderful.
Feel free to email me but share in return, please!

An Opportune Time for Two

Winter is a chilly time of year in Virginia though often not a
frigid time.  For sailors, it's when the boat is hauled, parked
on land on blocks and held up by jack-stands.  It's also the time
of year for an owner to go down, plug into the electric power,
put a tall ladder against the stern and climb aboard to do the
chores you don't want to do when the boat is in the water.  That
means getting over the stern which is ten or eleven feet off the
ground.  On a sunny 40 degree day a small ceramic heater keeps
the inside warm enough while either the stereo runs, the
television plays or you enjoy the solitude of a completely empty
boatyard, especially if it's Sunday at 12:30 a.m. in early
February.  There's plenty of 120-volt power with a big extension
cord delivering it into the boat's shore-power system.  There's
time to think and adjust, clean up puzzles and work on through
hull fittings and fixed and opening ports.  Whoever said they
didn't have to work to keep a fiberglass sailboat in order hasn't
been a boater for very long or is incredibly rich and pays
someone else to do it all.  That's a method and it works well if
you can afford the freight.

The car was down below parked next to the boat; the ladder was up
and one task was just finishing up when a "knock, knock" rapped
against the hull.  I jumped, startled since it was always so
quiet this time of year.  A voice followed hailing me and I put
the last turn onto the last screw and stepped up the companionway
stairs and pulled the hatch-boards to see who was back there. 
One of my friends or someone from the yacht club where I'd been
on the board for the last three years probably.

To my surprise, it was none of those, rather, it was a smiling
52-ish woman named Nancy dressed in a Sunday sweater and probably
a skirt beneath that who was halfway over the stern waiting to
see if I was aboard.  I grinned back and said, "Hello, Nancy. 
This is a big surprise.  I jumped a foot when I heard you!"

"I'm sorry.  I drove by to check the bathhouses and swung through
the yacht yard and saw your car.  It was just an impulse but I
thought I'd say hello and see what you were doing.  Your wife not
down?"

"No, Nancy, she's not.  I just finished a chore on one of the
windows and was getting ready to have a diet Pepsi.  Why don't
you come up and get inside where it's warmer?  I can scare up a
second Pepsi and cheese and crackers if you'd like."

With that, Nancy climbed the last few rungs, stood and held the
backstay until she could see where to put her foot inside the
boat.  She was wearing a cream colored loose sweater and a
burgundy skirt, which stretched attractively across the lower
half of her tall frame.  As she stepped into the cockpit, she had
to raise her right leg and swing it over the stern lifeline,
which she fluidly did.  As her leg went up, I was the recipient
of one of those flashes that start fantasies.  A white thigh and
black panties clicked by my vision as she came aboard.  She did
not appear to notice that I had just seen all the way inside her
skirt and up to where her thighs joined her hips.

We really hadn't been friends except for last year when I had
been commodore.  I had worked with her to define a "punch-list"
of things our members thought would improve the bathhouses and
the marina to the new owners who were slowly improving the
facility during the first two years after they had purchased it.
Nancy owned a small company that cleaned and did landscaping for
several marinas and was contracted for that to this one.  She is
an intelligent person, trim, tall at 5'8" who didn't fuss or make
waves and did her job very well.  She had been a practical person
to work with and the owners had incorporated every one of our
joint recommendations.  She is one of the people you enjoy
working with but don't think about once the work is done and you
go your separate ways.

Since November, I had not been commodore after the annual meeting
and the expiration of my term and really hadn't had any more to
do with the owners or Nancy, having served my sport and my time.
This year was going to be relaxed sailing and not "on-duty" to
the members who always had some kind of issue.  It was fun but
this year is going to be more relaxed and flexible for me as an
ex-commodore.  Many of Nancy's good qualities made her one of the
people who were easy to work and talk with and respect even if
she wasn't a doctor or a captain of industry.  I had heard that
she had two grown children and was a long time divorcee who grew
up in Annapolis and came down to this area to initiate her own
business which was apparently successful by all accounts.  She
and I had never talked about personal things but she always said
hello and had a second or two to chat if I was around whether
singlehanding or with my wife along.  Everyone in the marina knew
I had another life as a mystery novel author and a modest
regional following and Nancy was no exception.

She stepped aboard, reached down to take her Sunday church shoes
off so she wouldn't mark the boat up with them then quickly
stepped across the cold cockpit floor to the companionway which
lead below.  I stepped back and waited as she turned and stepped
backwards down the stairs, putting the hatch-boards in place and
sliding the companionway back over the top.  I busied myself
getting her a diet Pepsi and a glass and cutting some cheese and
crackers.  It was hard not to notice how nice she looked in her
church outfit.  I usually saw her in working blue jeans and a
long sleeved shirt, busy with her employees or watering the
plants or some other task.

As I finished she slid behind one end of the salon table and
began to talk.  "Thanks.  I just took a chance it was you.  I
thought I recognized the car.  Looks nice down here and it's
WARM!"

I nodded my head, chuckled an answer.  "Thanks and, you bet, it's
almost too warm in here.  I stripped my coat and sweater off a
half hour after I turned the heater on."

The cheese and crackers sat on the table and Nancy poured her
Pepsi into her glass then slid her fingers forward to take a
cracker with Monterey Jack Cheese on it and slide it between her
lips, red with a dark lipstick today.  After a few chews and a
swig from her glass, she said, "Umhhh.  This is good.  I was
getting hungry after all that religion."  Watching her chew was
fascinating and a metaphor for a fantasy which was right then
forming in my head.

"I bet."

We sat and talked and munched on the cheese and the crackers
until they were nearly gone, just enjoying one anther's company.
It was warm inside and it really seemed like the two of us were
on our own planet inside the landlocked cabin.  Up high and
private, we were alone in the marina and in the back of my head,
while I was being a good host, I did wonder why she had stopped.
She never had done anything remotely private with me in thepast.

Nancy is mature enough to know people and to know herself and
when I began to think that, she seemed to know what was going on
inside my head and took a step which I could see made her nervous
as she took it.  It was a verbal step but a long leap, never the
less.

"You're probably wondering why I stopped by, right?"

I laughed and put my hand on the nearest thing to me, one of her
skirt-covered knees.  "Well, I wasn't going to ask but, yes, it
did cross my mind to be curious but believe me, it's my pleasure
to have your company.  It was time for a lunch time snack anyway,
Nancy, and it's better to sit and talk with good company than be
alone."

She didn't say anything, just covered my hand on her knee with
one of hers and looked at me.

"So, Nancy," I said, squeezing her knee and finishing the
question, "Why are you here?"

"I'm not good with words but I thought that if you were
interested and discreet we would be alone.  Let me show you."

She stood up, legs not working quite correctly as she got ready
to show me whatever it was she wanted to.

When she reached her height, she was standing right next to me
and my head was just above the level of her waist.  I had a fair
idea that I would have a decision to make shortly if it went the
way I thought it was about to.

She just kept looking at me as she reached around behind her and
unbuttoned then unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the sole
where she bent over, picked it up and laid it carefully on the
table's edge.  "I thought that you might want to......."

As she started, my brain was way ahead of her and had already
made a connection with my cock which was now about half hard and
made it very difficult to stutter out anything as Nancy was very
attractive with a full bush which peeked around the black panty's
edges and only a little tummy.  I didn't really need to answer
with words after I leaned my head forward, put both hands behind
her and touched her butt over the black nylon and pulled her
front to me.  My face touched her tummy and her mons as my
breathing sped up and bathed her tummy with each exhale.  We
stayed like that for about ten seconds before I slid my hands up
her back and discovered she had already removed her bra which led
my hands around her front under the sweater where I found two
nice c-cup breasts all warm and reasonably full.  For her age,
Nancy felt very good.

"Here, Nancy, or do you want to go to where you live?"

She had trouble speaking, face flushed and obviously eager, but
she did answer.  "Here.  I want it here and I want it now.  I
don't fuck very often and it's been a while."  With that she
pulled me up to stand and rubbed her mons against eh bulge in my
pants as we kissed.  First one kiss then a second to be followed
by a third before she stepped backwards a step, crossed her arms
in front of her and grasped her sweater's hem and pulled it off
her body.  She was 52 but she was still trim and attractive with
large aureoles and nipples stiffened with want.

She motioned to me and I quickly stripped until I was standing
there with my cock at full attention, erect and as big as it ever
got.  All 8" of it was swollen to it's full width and it was
twitching at what was likely to come next.

Committed, she knelt on the oriental rug on the sole and reached
out for my cock, gently cradling it in her hand at first then
wrapping her fingers around it while stroking it slowly.  Her
other hand held my balls and fingered the cleft behind them and
her eyes never left my cock as she first touched it.  That touch
was a wonderful feeling to me and I let out a little sighing
sound, something like, "ahhh,uhhhh, aiaaaaaa.  Oh my!"

Her eyes looked up then down as she bent her head forward and
sucked the tip of my cock past her red lips then stopped and
sucked on my cock.  Over her back as I felt the warmth of the
inside of her mouth on my cock I could see the bumps which formed
her spine and at the base of that path, the heart that now formed
her ass with the split which divided it right at the base and in
the center as she bent forward.  I am fairly sure that I almost
drooled as I imagined where my cock was going to end up though
you couldn't count on my memory.  I was into testosterone and the
passion of sex, which usually short-circuited all of my brain
cells.  She pulled back and put a hand on my wet cock, tugging it
to get my attention and making me look down.  She smiled when I
did and found that she had made a lipstick ring of deep red all
the way around my cock just past the tip of it.

This whole thing was too much!  I grabbed a towel I had nearby
and laid it on the salon couch's seat cushion and pulled her away
from the center of the cabin sole, gently guiding her back to the
seat and holding her hand as she sat, then swiveled her knees
upward and parallel to the length.  When she did, she started to
open her legs then raised her hips instead and asked, "Do you
want to slide my panties off, honey?"

"Damned right."

"Believe it or not, I'm a little shy about anyone seeing my
vagina but I have got to have you."

I muffled out the appropriate reply and slid her black panties
aside before touching her knees and spreading her legs.  "Lay
back, Nancy; just lay back."

She did and opened her legs, which immediately revealed the  full
length of her vagina and all of her bush.  She had obviously had
a hysterectomy, as the residual scar line at the top of her pubic
hair was visible.  She rolled slightly and picked up her purse
and dug a hand inside it.  She put a tube of KY on the counter
and said over my head, "Only if we need it, okay?"

I stood while her hand never left my cock, her first finger
rubbing over the slit in the end and the slick, clear pre-cum
which lubricates the head when it's ready to go in.  It felt
beyond what I thought my body could handle and I groaned as the
only thing I could squeak out.

She was there, on her back, long vagina exposed and I pushed her
hands back until I could climb on the couch between her knees. 
She used the time to put a hand on each of her tits and start
manipulating them.  Her only sounds weren't sounds at all, just
squirms as I touched the length of her opening with its long lips
and mounded area to each side.  My finger slipped effortlessly
between the folds and I pulled the finger up to find the top of
her crease.  When I did, she jerked and moaned with pleasure then
tightened her stomach and squeezed her thighs as she squirted her
own clear liquid out of her pussy.  I extended my tongue and
tasted it for a second before replacing my finger with my tongue.
 When I moved it upward the wet strength of my tongue found a big
clit which must have been standing 3/4 of an inch upright and
been 1/2" across.  When I touched it she whimpered, "Now.  Fuck
me now."

I sucked it, rubbed lightly across it and put my tongue inside
her, feeling the back of her mons for the little rough patch
inside her and behind her clit and the bone which separated them.
 When I did, her body bucked and she began crying, "Fuck me. 
Fuck me.  Fuck me."

There was no debate, I pulled my cock up and positioned it at the
head where I let her rub it against the length of her clit and
slit to moisten me and be sure she was wet enough.  My cock slid
through her fingers and I slid it right inside her opening,
pausing to enter slowly and let her feel the width before getting
past her opening's initial resistance then plunging to the bottom
and touching her cervix which set her off again, stomach muscles
rippling and legs thrown over my back and squeezing the hell out
of me, or trying to.  I found her tits and sucked her left nipple
into my mouth and pulled back while I rolled us sideways and slid
a hand behind her butt.  One small finger found her other passage
and after becoming slick, it slid inside her where I could touch
my own cock by touching the two tissues inside this woman. 
Fantastic didn't come close to feeling how this felt now.  Her
Pepsi can was on the galley countertop just above her and as I
fucked stroke after stroke making her pass wind and squeeze and
cry out as she came two times that I know of.  When she subsided,
I picked the cold can up and poured a tiny stream across her tits
and watched it run down to the towel before sticking the length
of my tongue out.  When she saw it, she pulled my head down and
sucked on my tongue, making it even wetter.  When she did, she
relaxed and I pulled it from her mouth and traced the Pepsi over
the swell of her breasts, across the bumps of her aureole and
flicked back and forth over her nipple.

It was too much for Nancy and too much for me.  She spasmed with
her whole body and I felt all the creamy liquid I'd ever had well
up inside me and began to shoot through the end of my cock into
her.  Exquisitely pleasurable, I couldn't talk, only stroke her
with each pump and each deposit of cum inside her most intimate
tissues.  Her muscles squeezed me inside her pussy, milking me,
and after I had shot three gobs of cum into her, she stopped me,
held me totally still and whispered, "Get ready, honey.  It's
noooooooowww."

I felt what must have been a glass full of liquid warm my cock
then run down her crack and spray my balls.  She had the absolute
mother of orgasms and held me with a grip that could only be
broken by death, trying to keep me as deeply inside as she could
get.

When she was done, the silence was complete except for our
breathing.  Neither of us talked at first, just stayed connected,
feeling the sex wane.

The only thing that came out after a few more seconds was a kind
of declaration and a question from her at first.  "Honey, I'm
going to visit you at least once a quarter if you don't tell your
wife.  I'm not telling my boyfriend.  That's for sure.  Okay?"

I mumbled a yes out and nodded my head into the crook of her neck
and started to feel new life down between my legs as my cock
amazingly responded with firmness again.  She felt it too and
pulled her hips back, letting it pull out.  Quickly she squirmed
and turned, facing me now with her back to me.   She reached
through her legs to my mostly hard cock and rubbed it against the
space between her hips but this time not the front; nearer the
back and quietly rubbed it in a circle before pushing and opening
herself, taking me in.

I pulled her tits and almost crushed her with my lips breathing
and eating her right ear as we moved backward and forward, in and
out.  One of my hands moved over her hip to find her clit and
discovered her own hand had beaten me to it.  I could only put
mine over hers and whisper, "Honey, rub it and rub it and next
time, we'll rent a room in a hotel up in Fredericksburg, okay?"

"Yes.  Damn, I'm glad I stopped," she grunted between thrusts.

I could only giggle like a kid.  "Me too, Nancy, me too."

It did turn out to be a day where a little interior work got done
but not at all what I had planned or imagined I'd be doing.  I
can still feel her groove and the nubbins of her nipples sitting
here writing these events today, knowing that I've booked a room
for next Tuesday night when she said she was coming and bringing
her younger sister.

Citation340@aol.com
Lincoln Parker, author.


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