From: an348913@anon.penet.fi (JohnTif)
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Subject: Fond Memories
Date: 14 Nov 1995 05:47:53 GMT
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Archive-name: fond-memories



  This story is intended for adult consumption and enjoyment.  If you're not

an adult or are easily offended by the frank discussion of sexual matters,

please leave now.  If you are an adult, "..partake and drink deeply of life"



Fond Memories.

By John



He slowly walked into the his mountain home, the aches of a long and

frustrating day at the office pulsing through his body with every stride.

 Bill tossed his jacket down on a chair, loosened his tie and put on a

relaxing classical piece on the cd player.  As the soft strains of strings

drifted gently throughout the apartment the tensions of the day began to

dissipate.  Bill took off  his shirt and pants, and searched his dresser for

a loose pair of sweats.  Pulling the sweats out of the drawer, he shimmied

out of briefs and enjoyed the cool air-conditioned air across his body before

pulling on the sweats.



Bill raised his hands slowly over his head, feeling the full stretch loosen

and relax his upper body.  With his hands extended, he arched his back,

reaching for the sky before stepping forward into a deep lunge.  From the

lunge, he dropped his upper body to the ground, his cheek resting next to his

foot as the muscles loosened all up and down his body.  The tight, corded

muscles of his groin slowly relaxed and his breathing deepened down into his

stomach.



Bill worked through the same stretch on the other side of his body and went

on through a series of moves designed to loosen and relax his whole body.

 the cares of the day went out the window as he dropped into the sensual

feeling of concentrating only on the messages of his body.  His mind became

calm and thoughts of his love, Ann came to mind.



After the workout, Bill stripped out on his sweats in the living room and

walked naked to the shower.  Turning on the shower high and hot, Bill stepped

into the scalding water and began to soap himself clean.  As he slowly

lathered his body, working the soap into his firm muscle,  thoughts of Ann

continued to drift across his mind like cottonwoods shedding their seeds in

spring.   An image of her slowly drifted into focus, lying asleep in the

morning sun. Her honey- brown hair mused is from the night, spread across the

cream colored linen pillow. A shy little girl smile is on her thin  lips.

 One breast is uncovered, its rose colored nipple placid, exposed to the red

glow of dawn. The sheets from the bed are draped over just one leg and her

womanhood.  Her other leg, long, lean and muscled, lies diagonally across the

spot that Bill just left.  With the sheets covering her in this way, Bill

always becomes aroused, the idea of hidden riches awaiting to be discovered

fascinating to him.



As this image lodged in Bill's awareness during the shower, he could feel his

dick begin to swell and lengthen.  He slowly used some of the soap already

coating his slippery body and pressed his hard dick into his stomach, slowly

rubbing his hand up and down the underside of its' length.  He could feel his

arousal build, gathering energy from his shoulders to his toes, slowly

working and building as he massaged his manhood.



His breath started coming in gasps as his hand increased its pressure and

speed, still pressing his erect penis against his stomach as he ran it up and

down the underside.  As the pressure built inside of him, Bill forced himself

to stop massaging his dick and finish his shower.  He didn't want to come so

soon after a long day of work and frustration.  He wanted to treat himself

and his memories of Ann to a deep, satisfying release.



He stepped out of the shower, his manhood still jutting out in front of him,

harder for the waiting, and slowly dried himself off.



Still naked, Bill walked out to the living room to check his answering

machine for messages.  After listening to his boss ask for yet another

weekend of overtime, he was tempted to turn the machine off and just go to

cook dinner.  But habit is a hard thing to break and he continued to listen.

 After two calls trying to sell him insurance and vinyl siding, he heard a

familiar, husky feminine voice which renewed his fading hard-on.



"Hi honey, it's your better half.  Denny, poor deluded girl that she is, bit

off more than she could chew out her in San Fran.  It looks like I'm not

going to make it home this weekend.  The presentation is on Monday and we're

not half finished. Important account and all that rot."



"I miss you. I'm thinking about you every night after I get back to the hotel

>from dinner.  Remember last spring when we made love at the lake.  It was the

first time that you ever played with my asshole.  I came through the roof

when you did that, quite a surprise.  I hope that you're alone when you

listen to this, if not I might die of embarrassment!"



"Love you very much, I think that I'm going go to the ladies room and relieve

some of this ...Tension. Bye!"



Bill's dick was rock hard again, the idea of waiting until after dinner to

pleasure himself having fled with the last beep on the phone machine.  Bill

walked to the window, and opened it to the cool evening air.  As the mountain

breeze washed over his body, Bill's thoughts drifted back to spring at the

lake.



Bill sat down in front of the window and slowly began to caress his body as

his mind pictured Ann at the lake.  It was the first warm weekend day of the

year, Bill and Ann had hoped into the car and driven upstate to their

favorite secluded lake for a picnic.  Ann was wearing a sleeveless, cotton

blouse and a pair of white canvas shorts.  As they drove up the road the wind

would blow in the window and lift the blouse away from Ann's chest, revealing

her pear sized breasts with no bra constraining them.



Bill slowly began to stroke his own chest as this image came through his

mind.  He wet one finger and began to circle his left nipple, slowly teasing

it to a hardness to match the one between his legs.  He remembered that Ann

had caught him staring at her braless breasts through the armhole of her

blouse.  A small, secretive smile played across face as she said, "Keep your

eyes on the road, big fellow."  She then slowly undid one more clasp on her

shirt, staring him in the eyes the whole time.  Her nipples sprang to

hardness, their rose-colored points pushing out the fabric of her shirt.

 Bill began to slowly milk his own nipples as he thought of this in the

living room.



As they drove down the road, Ann would slowly brush the front of her chest

"accidentally" when ever she saw Bill glance her way. A flush was slowly

spreading over her features,  starting at her ears and traveling down to the

collar line and beyond,.  Bill wanted to see just how far it actually went

and was blatantly staring as Ann unbuttoned the last of her shirt and took it

off.  "I just have to take this off now, it seems that the temperature has

definitely risen.  You must be sooo... uncomfortable in those shorts," she

said reaching out to caress his leg, almost causing him to run the car off

the road.



As he remembered, Bill's hand slowly drifted own his chest, lingering in

circles over his sensitive stomach and moved down to caress the tender,

inside part of his thighs in slow, fingertip brushing strokes, up and down,

up and down, never quite touching his sac.



When they arrived at the lake, Bill could barley walk upright for the

stiffness in his shorts.  He bent over to kiss Ann, only to have her turn

away and begin to carry the picnic gear to beach, not bothering to put on her

blouse again.  As she walked to the shore, her breasts bounced free and easy

in the spring sun, her nipples lengthening even more.  Not to be out done,

Bill stripped out of his shorts and briefs quickly and followed Ann to the

shore.



When Ann set down the basket and turned around, a small gasp escaped her as

he saw Bill's dick casting a shadow on the sand.  A flush spread from her

face down her rich breasts and to waistband of her shorts.  Bill, deciding to

play it cool,  headed back to the car for the cooler.  When he came back, he

saw Ann was wearing nothing but the sunlight as she bent over to arrange  the

picnic blanket.



As his memories became more vivid, Bill took his hard dick in his hand and

began to slowly stroke it, continuing what he had begun in the shower

earlier.  A drop of precum slowly leaked out of the tip as his excitement

increased.  He rubbed it around the sensitive ridge of his dick, drawing his

finger from the top, all the way along the vein on the underside, down to his

asshole. He took his other hand, licked his finger, and slowly began to work

it in and out of his ass. His breathing became more rapid as he continued to

think about what happened that day in the sun.



Ann was making motions of straightening out the blanket, standing there,

naked as the day she was born, bent over in front of Bill. She knew that he

was watching, but made the motions seem ordinary and everyday.  The contrast

between mundane and erotic drove Bill's excitement.   He stripped off his

shirt and walked up behind Ann, who was still bending over, and began to kiss

the back of her neck and the top of her ears.  Ann just stopped what she was

doing and enjoyed the feeling of Bill's kisses as his hands began to wander

to her breasts.  He continued to kiss her as he fondled her breasts, feeling

their warmth from the spring sun.  His hand slowly worked its way down

between her legs, where he was greeted with a wonderful feeling,  Ann was

fully and completely wet, the moisture was running down her legs as a result

of the drive up and the constant teasing that they had been giving each

other.



Bill's strokes of his erection now were rapid fire as he tried to time his

orgasm tonight with the one that he remembered last spring.  He was breathing

in gasps, his eyes tightly closed and the muscles on his chests and legged

standing out in cords.  He remembered slowly sinking his dick into Ann's

waiting cunt with no effort.  She gasped and started to come immediately.  He

froze and shorted out her orgasm, asking her if she was ready for something

new.  "Yes!" she tried to scream, but it only came out as a breathy moan.

 Bill slowly slid his finger into Ann's hot cunt next to his erection,

stroking both her and himself.  He coated his finger with Ann's juices and

massaged the inside of her womanhood slowly.  He brought her to the brink

twice and stopped, his hand becoming coated with her juices.  He took his

finger out of her and slowly started to massage her asshole, something he had

never had the courage to do before.  His passion allowed him to do it now as

he inserted first one, then two fingers into her virgin ass.  He could feel

his dick in her cunt through the walls of her ass as began a slow rhythm,

first with his fingers, then with his dick, then with both at the same time.

 Ann slowly sank to her knees in front Bill, clasping him in tight so he

would follow her down without slipping out.  As they went to the ground, she

was gasping and moaning, calling out his name over and over again.  Her moans

turned to shrieks as Bill plunged away, one continual scream of

"YES!!!!!!!!!"  Bill continued to massaged his dick through the walls of her

womanhood as his thrusts increased their speed and frenzy.  When he came it

was like someone had pulled all the bones and muscle out of his body and sent

it rushing through his hard dick.  Ann's climax was not just one, but a

continued series that kept on building in intensity and duration.  Her

contractions milking the last drops of cum out of Bill's dick.



As Bill remembered his orgasm of last spring and the rapture on Ann's face

afterward, he came hard and strong in the living room.  His cum flying to is

chest as a wave of redness passed before his eyes and he went dizzy.  Spurt

after spurt flew out of his dick as he thought of his lover and their time

together.



As he caught his breath and his pulse slowly returned to normal, Bill scooped

some of his cum up on his fingers and tasted it before he drifted off to

sleep, thinking of Ann's return on Monday.

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