The Newness of It All  -- Part 2

By James Bellamy

Characters are fictional and not based on any person living or 
dead.  Story is intended for the amusement of adults only.

Part 2

Jill stared out the window as the plane taxied away from the 
terminal.  She felt the good warm feeling like she had in the 
evening at the ski lodge after a leisurely day on the mountain.  
It was the same pure, confident, relaxed feeling of well being.  
Now, she thought, how will we be with each other after this, will 
we be uncomfortable in the knowledge that we have each been with 
someone else for the first time?  What if one of us becomes 
jealous or if one enjoyed the experience more than the other did?   
A lot of questions to settle when she landed back home.  
"I couldn't have enjoyed it more," she said aloud, startling 
herself a little.  What a surprise that is, considering my 
original negative thoughts, she thought.  She closed her eyes and 
thought back over the past few days.  The warmth returned between 
her legs and she knew her panties were feeling the dampness of her 
rekindled excitement.
The experience of spending a weekend with a stranger and his 
unfamiliar body and unfamiliar cock had turned her on more than 
expected, she had to admit.    In fact it had made her just plain 
horny and in a steady state of sexual arousal.
It had been Gareth's idea, certainly not hers -- much too wild to 
be hers.  They had met Jane and her husband Tom in Chicago, both 
being on a weekend package at a hotel.  The weekend had been even 
better than usual since they found the couple so appealing and so 
compatible.  
On the last evening, after dinner and a lot of good wine, an 
impromptu late night swim had really sealed it.  Jill had taken 
their dare and slipped loose from her dress and reached to unhook 
her bra.  In the dark, the two men eagerly encouraged her and 
soon, Jane had joined her in stripping for them.   Her bra joined 
the pile and then the gossamer-like pantyhose were stripped a 
little clumsily down her legs to float in a delicate mound soon 
crushed by the arrival of her lacy white panties.  She sat on the 
pool's edge and slipped slowly into the water.  The chilly water 
slipped up her thighs and just kissed her pussy.  She paused, 
feeling her clit react to the cold water.  
Then as the water stiffened her nipples, she said, "OK, Tommy 
let's see if you are really the Italian Stallion you claim to be!  
Or are you two chickening out on us?"

Then, after a brief swim, it was the surprising intimacy of 
standing nude together and talking about mutual interests.  There 
in the dark, their intimacy seemed to hang in the air between them 
drawing them closer and closer.  It seemed like something tangible 
connecting their bodies.  It surprised her.  
Later, Gareth had brought up the subject of switching partners for 
a date very tentatively and at first, she brushed it off as a 
joke.  When he mentioned it a second time, she thought back to 
this moment of intimacy and found the idea appealing.  What would 
it be like to have a total stranger as a sexual partner after the 
familiarity and sameness of these past years with Gareth?    
The plan was for her to head for Minneapolis and Tom while Jane 
flew to Grand Rapids and Gareth.  As her quiet interest grew over 
time to a certain excitement, she had proposed to complete the 
fantasy by meeting in a bar and being "picked up" by Tom.  
And so it was that she took a taxi alone to a nice bar with lots 
of loud music and singles groping each other.  The kind of place 
that Gareth hated and Jill had missed over the years of their 
marriage.  

"Would you like to dance?" a tall blond Adonis type smiled down at 
her.   I'm old enough to be at least his big sister, she thought 
as she accepted.

He was not much of a dancer and he was mostly interested in 
finding ways of brushing against her tits with whatever part of 
his body he thought might work.  Still, his overeager attention 
was a bit of a turn-on and she soon joined in the play, bumping 
against him to help the process.  His hand at last cupped her 
breast at the end of a contrived move he spun her into.  Things 
haven't changed much in spite of the new generation, she 
concluded.

Tom appeared and came to her rescue with a possessive kiss on the 
cheek.   They were soon dancing and shouting over the din.  Their 
drinking and dancing were full of fun and steadily more intense 
caresses and ultimately, full "body massages" on the dance floor.  
By midnight they were sitting head to head trying to make 
themselves heard over the music and laughing at any subject 
brought up.  She had worn a pair of silky culottes which 
encouraged him to slide one hand up one leg and then the other to 
join at her apex.  Her pussy was responding with a special heat 
and his hands had enjoyed this silk highway between her thighs.  

Clasping his hands between her legs and tugging at the "y" of her 
garment, he murmured sexily:  "I think that I have you trapped, 
hadn't you better come quietly, now?"

"My place or yours?" she laughed.  "I thought you'd never ask."

"What a car, --- what is it, a Porsche?" she asked as the 
luxurious leather seat hugged her trim hips firmly.

His hand was on her nyloned thigh and it trailed upward.   

"Whatever you say, my dear!"  he chuckled lecherously.  

She raised his hand to her breast and he slipped between the 
buttons to touch the smoothness of her breast staining to escape 
her bra.  His fingers traced the border of her bra cup and then 
delicately insinuated itself under the fabric and made its way to 
her nipple.  She felt his nail slide over the rougher skin near 
the now rigid nipple.  Her hand reached across the console and 
touched his bulging cock tentatively.  

They turned to kiss passionately at a traffic light and her touch 
turned more aggressive as she stoked along the length of his cock 
and squeezed its head.  She pulled it from side to side against 
the resistance of the fabric of his trousers.   His tongue felt 
exciting in its roughness as it dueled gently with hers.  She was 
reminded of the incredible excitement and roaring heat generated 
in those earlier years when she had her first French kisses and 
couldn't get enough of it.  

An impatient horn behind them interrupted his attempts to unbutton 
her blouse.  He continued as he sped away from the light.  She 
helped by loosing the buttons from her neck to her waist, allowing 
the flickering of the passing street lights to strobe the 
whiteness of the lace bra into a fantasy for him.  Now his hand 
turned to cup her breasts and she felt the heat all the way 
through her body to the moistness of her pussy. 

 His hand was now under her bra fully cupping her breasts.  It was 
a nice feeling, having her bra pressing his hand so firmly to her 
breast.  His fingers parted to gently squeeze her nipple, adding 
to the warm pleasure now saturating her body as she snuggled lower 
into the seat.

"Careful" he murmured, "don't do too good a job."  She released 
her grip on his cock.

" Sorry," she whispered,  "I do intend to save you for later."  

Her tongue traced the curves of his ear as she slipped her bra 
strap off her shoulder to give him access to her tit.  The breeze 
through the open window kissed her nipple and she felt the tingle 
through her body as his hand lifted her breast and surrounded it 
in his large hand.

"Beautiful," he said, sneaking a look at her now kneeling sideways 
in the seat to face him. 

She slipped her blouse off and unhooked her bra, letting it drop 
reluctantly from her ample, round breasts, their weight pulling 
the roundness into a beautifully perfect curve.  She sensed that 
he was speeding up slightly to get her home.  Good idea, she 
thought.

They walked from the car to the house, pausing several times to 
kiss in the cool night air.  He knelt before her and his tongue on 
her nipples increased the effect of the night air.  She moved her 
leg between his and felt the pleasure of his firm muscles against 
the twin layers of nylon of her culottes and her pantyhose.  She 
nuzzled against his cock as it rose to challenge the hardness of 
his thigh.  The pleasure of the silkiness against his hardness was 
intense.   She recalled the tantalizing pleasure when she 
graduated from cotton panties of the little girl to the silky 
nylons of the young lady.  It really was a big thrill at the time.  
Breaking away to avoid cumming, she tugged him toward the door.

The brazenness of her nudity thrilled her and the night air 
chilled her so that the warmth of his embrace just inside the door 
built her desire and excitement.  He lifted her lightly to a 
standing position on a small love seat in the entry.  He kissed 
and fondled her breasts and then circled her nipples with his 
tongue as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her mound tightly 
against his chest.  She moved against him in slow little circles, 
as his kisses and tongue outlined the curve at the base of her 
tits.   They were feeling full and stretched by this attention.

Slowly, his hands slipped her culottes down her thighs to reveal 
her pantyhose and the pretty white panties held plastered against 
her tummy.  As her pussy mound came into view he bent to kiss it 
and his hands raced over the nylon of her thighs. As his hand 
found the center of her and toyed with the moistness of her lips, 
she sighed loudly and gripped his head, pulling it between her 
breasts as she clamped her thighs on his hand.  Her knees felt 
weak with the pleasure rising in her body.

He lifted her legs to a grip around his waist and began carrying 
her toward the stairs.  Clinging to his head, her lips tore at his 
ears and necks, nibbling and licking every curve and crevice.  Her 
pussy nestled against his hard, hard cock and bumped against it as 
they made their way up the stairs.  At the very top, he paused and 
put her down on the top stair, burying his head between the nylon 
pillars of her thighs and lingering in the wetness and the mingled 
scent of her cunt and her perfume.  She pulled his head firmly 
against her lips and spread her legs wide to enjoy the sensation 
of him eagerly pressing his face against the nylon and into her 
dripping, waiting, hungering pussy.

Jill reached between them and helped him with his battle by 
stabbing her fingernail through the resisting nylon of her 
pantyhose.   You traitor, she muttered to her finger.

Tom eagerly tore at the fabric and she felt the beginning of the 
rush that the tearing apart of her pantyhose always brought.  The 
release from the pressure and the brief rush of air onto the 
exposed flesh were exhilarating.   He was still having trouble 
expanding the advantage of the hole she had opened to him.   Jill 
helped more and at last her moist and hot pussy lips were exposed 
to his gentle assault.  Only her panties held him back.  She 
slipped the crotch aside and watched the effect on him of the 
sight of her moist pinkness.   Her long tender canyon topped with 
the red cherry that was her now rampant clitoris.  It stood out 
awaiting the attention of his clever tongue.  

Tom seemed eager to tame this little tiger peeking from between 
the pretty lips between Jill's thighs.  She had trimmed the patch 
of hair to be just an accent to the mound whose curve he found so 
beautiful and appealing.  Gently, his tongue set about its task of 
parting her lips.  He licked along first one side and then the 
other and then circled her clit as she spread her lips with her 
fingers to let her clit stand up for Tom's tongue to pleasure.  
She watched as he, so very gently, paid homage to her beauty with 
lips and tongue.

"I love the scent of you and your perfume," he smiled up at her.  
Her moistness had thoroughly encompassed most of his face and he 
glistened in the dim light as he licked his lips to taste her 
juices.  He lifted her again and carried her down the hall to a 
large bed.  After lighting a candle, he returned to his place 
between her open thighs.  Jill watched as he slipped out of his 
shirt, revealing the smooth muscular torso she sensed but could 
not see though the darkness beside the pool in Chicago.  He paused 
at the belt, looking into her eyes.  Then he slowly unzipped his 
pants almost like a strip tease.  The bulge of his bright colored 
briefs emerged through the fly of his pants, propelled firmly by 
his sizable cock, now fully erect.  He unbuttoned the top of his 
pants and slowly dropped them to the floor and removed his shoes 
without bending over.  

He released his cock by slipping the briefs down just enough for 
the smooth headed shaft to protrude straight out from his body.   
Jill thought it might be a little longer than Gareth's, but not 
more than an inch or two.  The shiny head shown like a granite 
knob and she found that very exciting and attractive.  She stared 
at its pure beauty in the same way he had gazed rapt at the curve 
of her breasts and at the cleavage between her legs.  

She lay waiting for him.  Her body felt that anticipation and 
warmth unique to the eager moments that provide a scintillating 
prelude to making love.  

"Hurry," she urged, a little tensely.  

He did not move to remove neither her pantyhose nor her panties, 
but knelt between her legs and resumed briefly the tasting of her 
moistening cunt.  His tongue slipped deeply into her tunnel, 
placing the tip of his nose directly on her tense clit.  

She sighed lustily.  "Ohh, please Tommy, please fuck me soon."    
She wanted that big cock inside her now!

He moved up to kiss her breasts and cup them in his two hands.  As 
he reached for the two luscious tits, his cock lay against the wet 
crotch of her panties and he rubbed it along her slit.  "Mnnh, the 
nylon of your panties feels so good on my cock, I can't believe 
how lovely and soft your pussy feels," he nearly shouted in his 
passion.

And then, suddenly, his cock slipped past the leg of her panties 
and was buried half way into her searing cunt.  Again, he lunged 
as she raised her head to see it disappear between the pouting 
grasp of her eager cunt lips.  The pubic hair at the base of his 
cock found it's place against hers and he collapsed onto her, 
blocking her delightful view.  But she was beyond that now.  Her 
legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled herself up onto his 
cock.  She felt now how wide it was.  It was stretching her in a 
new and pleasureful way.  

As she urged him on, he pistoned in and out of her.  Pulling back 
so the marble tip of it teased her clit before plunging deeply and 
happily into the snug, hot, tight, complex passage that was her 
cunt.  She gripped his cock with the muscles of her cunt, hanging 
on to it as if it were a tree to be climbed.  She wanted it to 
feel like she was using her pussy to suck the goodness out of him.  
Suddenly, she was cumming, her orgasm a good, long, lingering, 
trembling, thing centered on this hot cock invading her pussy with 
the focused heat of the hottest part of his body. 

"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming.   Cum now Tommy, Cum now for me.  
Cum in me, baby.  Shoot up deep inside me."

Even as all her satisfied muscles relaxed, she tried to climb 
higher on his cock to milk his pleasure out of him.   Moments 
later, she felt the tensing of his body as it made a few last 
eager plunges into her.   His love juice surged hot and wet into 
her cunt, mixing with her own juices.  A few more pounding thrusts 
and then he collapsed in vulnerable weakness against her.  They 
lay in the comforting, moist warmth of their first sex as his 
softening penis slipped gently from the welcome harbor of Jill's 
cunt.  She took the last bit of pleasure squeezing it between her 
legs.


The plane droned on through the gathering dusk, the sun setting 
behind her like the glowing embers of a well-remembered campfire.   

And that was only the start of the adventure, she mused.  An 
adventure well started and a maid now thoroughly confused.


To be continued in part 3.

Comments wanted.   E-mail to jbellamy@renman.net





  
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