Retreat from the City
John P. Fault <jpfault@hotmail.com>

Copyright 2003, John P. Fault. Feel free to distribute, but please
leave the entire story intact, as-is, and not to any pay sites. It's
meant to be free for whomever wants to read it. This is a story 
containing somewhat graphic sexual activity. If you're under age, then 
you probably shouldn't read this. If you're a consenting adult then read
away. Remember, be responsible for your actions and yourself because
no one else will. I'm certainly not responsible for you, what you
think, or what you do, and I wouldn't want to be even if I could.
Ultimately, whatever comes around goes around, so play nice.

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Author's note: It's been a long time. Too long, really. A change of
job, a change of scene, and a general change of life were in order.
Lots of things needed perspective. This story is actually not the next
one I started after Learning From Allison...it's actually one that
sort of wrote itself via long periods commuting. It's all fiction for
a change, so that's a different feel. It's also fairly short.

I hope you enjoy. As always, if you have feedback, please send it. My 
email is up there at the top.

I have a couple of older stories that you might enjoy if you like this
one. They're at asstr.org ->

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Pagefault/

Thanks - jpf 4/18/2003

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I've always lived in the city. Well, lots of different cities, but
always large place. I think the smallest city I've ever lived in was
Indianapolis, and even that was pretty big. Though compared to the
years in Chicago, it was a low population sprawl.

By the age of 33 I had managed to work my way to the top of a large
technology company. You probably know who it is. Suffice it to say
that they had offices all over the country, in every major city.
That's what kept me in the metro areas once I started working. At 33,
I was one of the youngest regional directors with the company. The
flip side of that is that by age 33, I was teetering on the edge of
either an ulcer, a nervous breakdown, or both. There was no relaxing
in this job. At least not until you made it further up the food chain.
I had to be be the best because my ambition drove me to want to be on
top of the game. The money was good, but I always felt I had to prove
myself to my old man. That's a different story entirely.

It came to pass, though, that by age 33 I also needed to be doing
something different or I was going to crack up. The company offered me
a different region out in the southwest. I loved it out there, but I
also knew that those in the company viewed that as the corporate
version of Siberia. I would have no respect from my superiors and
probably no chance to get back in the game. Professional suicide, it
seemed.

I shopped around quietly for something that would let me live a nice,
somewhat quieter life while still giving me options for the future,
should I decide to jump back in the game with both feet. I finally
found something in Kentucky working for another technology company.
The pay wasn't as good, but it also allowed me to telecommute several
days a week and a smaller scope to keep track of. Just what the doctor
ordered. Literally. 

I gave my notice and left Chicago for Kentucky. The drive there wasn't
long, maybe 6 or 7 hours, but it felt like a world away. I got settled
into my new place outside of Lexington and settled into a new life. It
felt good. I finally felt like I was getting my life in order and
living for me. I finally bought land and my own house because I felt
like I could put down roots for the first time since going to college.

The down side of that is that I also noticed just how lonely I was. I
hadn't really noticed before because I was so busy. I had wandered
from relationship to relationship. I'd been married briefly once. That
was a complete mistake. It was an amicable split, but it still hurt.
Since then, I'd been gunshy. Doubly so since the deepest attraction
I'd ever felt for anyone was with a woman that was married. And the
capper was that I was still married at the time, too. After my
divorce, I kind of cut myself off from her because I didn't want to
cause any more problems than I already had. We'd had sex before and
after my divorce. It was some of the most amazing sex I'd ever had.
That made the separation even harder. 

I can't count the lonely hours in my new house I spent thinking of
her. I missed her gentle touch and the fact that we could just be with
each other. We connected on a very deep level.

It surprised me one day when she called me out of the blue. 

It took me a second to realize who it was. It was a little awkward
since we hadn't really talked in so long, but I was glad she called. I
don't know that I would have worked up the nerve to call her. 

We talked and emailed fairly often from that point. She was in the
process of getting divorced. It didn't surprise me all that much. Her
husband wasn't a very nice man. He certainly wasn't nice to her at
all. 

A few weeks after her divorce was final, she called and asked if she
could come down to visit. She needed to clear her head and get some
space and perspective from where she was right then. Since I had about
5000 square feet of house to myself in the middle of the woods, I
welcomed the thought of company. I had multiple guest rooms, so there
wouldn't be any expectations. I kind of hoped we might get physical,
but all things considered, I sure wasn't going to press for it.
Getting divorced can sure do a number on your desire to get involved
with someone again, even if it's only physical.

She came down the next weekend. I was just stunned as I went out to
meet her in the driveway. She'd always been attractive, but she looked
amazing. Her chin length brown hair was shiny and fell partially across her
face. Her skin, pale, was smooth and creamy. I was glad to be wearing
my sunglasses because my gaze fell lower to her full breasts, lower to
her sexy flat belly (complete with belly button ring) exposed by the
crop top shirt, to her small waist, and full hips. She was (and is) a
very captivating woman with a fantastic body.

The first day or so was fairly subdued. We talked a lot and stayed up
late catching up and talking about the various wrong turns we'd taken
in our lives. It was comfortable. Plus it was good to have someone to
talk to that seemed to understand.

On the third day, we decided to take a picnic lunch and hike a short
bit out to a clearing and creek that fed a small lake. It was still on
my land, though the lake was community property. 

It took awhile to get there. Mostly because we weren't in any sort of
hurry, but also because we stopped to wonder at nature a bit along the
way. It was a good time. 

Once we got there, we unpacked the lunch stuff and set it down on one
of the blankets. She set her backpack to the side and started getting
things out of the pack I'd been carrying. I asked her what she had in
her bag if I was carrying all of the food. She just grinned and said
that she'd tell me later on.

We had a nice lunch in the shade of a large tree, talking a bit, and
just enjoying the quiet trickling of the stream and the wind through
the trees. We finished up and packed the rest back up. I sighed and
laid down on the blanket. She curled up next to me with her head on my
chest. It was a beautiful, peaceful moment.

I had dozed off a bit when I heard her rustling through her backback.
I opened an eye, but while she had pulled her backpack closer, she'd
pushed the opening back together so I couldn't really see inside. 

Suddenly, she sat up and looked at me. Her movements made me open my
eyes and look at her.

"I don't want to wait anymore. I want to suck your cock now !" With that 
she pulled my pants down and took me in her mouth. The slow teasing
and warm wetness made me moan with pleasure. It had been so long. I
watched as she held the base of my cock her her fist, bobbing slowly
up and down and around. The quiet slurping noises of her efforts were
very erotic. 

After a few minutes of that pleasure, I eased her pants off as well
and worked my way around so I was licking her pussy as she licked and
sucked me. I ran my hands over her thighs and ass as I worked my
tongue along her labia and into her moist hole. I'd work my way up to
her clit and swirl my tongue around it before sucking on it. 

As I licked her pussy, I heard and felt her reach into her backpack.
She pressed something into one of the hands I had stroking her back
and ass. It was a medium sized vibrator.

I started working that against her slit as I licked her clit. As I did
this, the vibrator got wet with her juices. I slowly slid it into her
as I sucked on her clit. She moaned on my cock, causing waves of
pleasure to crash through me. As I brought her closer to orgasm, I
felt my dick slip into her throat. It set me off. I couldn't really
get a warning out in time. She must have been able to tell because she
backed off a bit and slowly jacked the shaft as I came in her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the head along with the gentle suction that
really got every last bit out of me, slowly bringing me down. 

I hadn't neglected her completely, though. I brought her over the edge
with my tongue. I kept her simmering a bit, passing the vibrator over
her clit and back into her.

She rolled off of me after a bit and we got turned around and kissed for 
awhile as we caught our breaths...that post mind blowing orgasm kissing
where you can taste yourself on the other's tongue, but it just makes
it sexier knowing that you brought the other to a great orgasm. 

After a short while, the contact was getting me hard again and my cock 
was sliding over her clit and between her lips and back...getting both of 
us hotter and getting her wetter and wetter. 

She rolled on top of me and slide down onto my dick, settling all the way 
down, her clit hitting my pubic bone. She leaned back a bit and started 
moving, pulling my heands from her hips to her breasts. I started pinching 
her nipples lightly, getting a little harder as she cried out "yes! yes!". 

I put my arms behind her back and pulled her all the way against me and then 
flipped her over onto her back and started just pounding into her over and 
over.

She brought her legs way up and I went deeper and deeper into her.
After a bit of that, her muscles all clenched and shuddered and came. 

She looked me in the eyes and pulled me down to for a kiss. Then she
told me, with a smoldering look, that she wanted me in her ass. We'd 
kidded about it before, but never done that. Just thinking about
having her in every way got me even hotter. 

She took my cock into her mouth and then got some lube from the
backpack and coated me with it. After liberally coating my cock with
the lube, I took it and rubbed a lot on and in her with my finger as I
licked her slit and button. I eased on top of her and then I slowly
pushed in. 

It was a big change from the "regular" sex that was rapid and hard...sort 
of fluid and slow and more intense because we were looking deep into each 
other's eyes. I felt her hand ease between us as she rubbed her clit. 

Slowly, I eased back and lifted one leg high up and slid behind her and 
back deep into her from behind. Still using slow easy strokes, I grabbed 
the vibrator and moved her hand out of the way. I ran the vibrator
over her clit as I worked into her ass from behind, feeling her buck a bit 
when I hit her clit just right. 

She moaned as the inital discomfort turned to passion and desire. Slowly I 
pump, slowly I work the vibrator over her, getting her hotter and hotter. 
Then I eased the vibrator into her hot, wet pussy filling her completely.

I pulled the vibrator in and out, bringing the wetness back out over
her clit. Slowly, I do this over and over still pumping into her the whole 
time.  Finally, as I slid the toy into her, my thumb brushed her clit and
she came hard over and over. As she came, her muscles contracted and I 
couldn't hold off anymore and came deep inside her. We just lay there for the
longest time, completely exhausted and satiated. I hugged her closer
to me and just stayed deep inside her. 

We actually napped briefly like that before we had to move a bit.
Several hours later, after another nap and a lot of quiet necking, we
packed up and went back to the house. We showered and just basked in
the warm glow of really good sex.

We spent the rest of her time there just being cozy and having sex
when the mood hit. It felt right. It still does. Though we're both a
little wary of getting married again, she got a new job about 30
minutes away and her own place. We see each other quite often, usually
at least three or four days a week. We still have our own places so
there's privacy or quiet time if we need it and we're both adult
enough to understand the necessity of that. 

It's a good life. I never would have thought that what I thought of as
my professional failure would lead to such a personal victory. My job
has turned out to be exactly what I wanted. My relationship with my
brown eyed beauty has that comfort that people search for all of their
lives coupled with the passion of newlyweds. 

Like I said, it's a good life.

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2003(c) - J.P.Fault

