Anna Meeting

Anne called again, leaving a message on my machine. As usual, she was very polite and very proper. "A shame you're not home John, I was going to have something special planned. What about Saturday? Perhaps Saturday afternoon could find you at my place. Shall we say two p.m.?" It sounded as if she would hang up, "Oh John. Try to control your urges between now and then. Let's see what you can come in with, shall we?" I could envision her gently placing the phone back in its cradle, for there was barely a click.

As my past two encounters with her raced through my head, I knew it would be hard to contain myself. I wanted to reach down and massage myself right there. On the other hand I thought, if she repeated even an ounce of what transpired the last time holding back for the next four days could be beyond incredible.

So I waited. I worked out every night in an effort to release some of the tension. I even took a cold shower or two hoping that would work. The result was being so wound up by Saturday that I could hardly wait for the final hours to pass.

I arrived at her door at two, sharp and rang the bell. Her door opened and I wandered in. "John, what a pleasant surprise."

"Hi Anne, how are you?"

"Oh I'm fine. Have you been working out?"

"Mmmmmmm, I thought perhaps you had been." She hinted at an answer. I smiled, "I was very good this week." Her eyes lit up. It was just what she wanted to hear.

"Aren't you going to show me?" She sat back on her couch and smiled. Her glass of wine was beside her. I knew today she wanted to watch. So I began unbuttoning my shirt. "No, leave your shirt on. Just your pants." She caressed. So I began to undo my pants and shoes.

"You know I've got a surprise for you. Don't you?" I looked up. "Oh don't worry John, you'll like it." I pulled my leg out of my pants and stood up for her to look at me. I was already erect, my penis sticking at a right angle from beneath my shirt. "You should undo that last button. Your shirt will hang so much better." I did and my shirt fell open around my member.

She turned to her bedroom as I stood there. "Stephanie. Would you come in here?" I started to cover up, but was stopped by a wagging finger of Anne's. So I stood there as a young woman entered the room. She was somewhat shy, I imagined in the same boat I was. Led into this by an overactive libido and a woman who knew how to play with it.

Stephanie was perhaps 25. Dressed only in a sarong that hung from her lithe hips. Her breasts were full but still pointed upward. Although not overly athletic, her body was tight. She still had the youthful glow of young skin. I could picture her on the beach, in a bikini. "What do you think of her John?" Anne started. I smiled. "I've already tasted her you know." Stephanie stopped. "It's okay Stephanie. Isn't it John?" Why don't you tell John what you did last week?" She smiled shyly. "She sat just where she is right now, and allowed a woman to taste her sex for the first time. And when she was finished, I placed one of my legs on the back of the chair, and she tasted me." I couldn't help it. I simply began to stroke myself.

She sat down beside Anne and watched me. One leg showing beneath the thin sarong. "That's right John. Enjoy yourself." Anne began talking to her in that slow purr she always had when she was aroused. "Don't you think he's attractive? Hmmm? I think perhaps you'd enjoy watching him."

"would you enjoy it if he unbuttoned his shirt all the way?" I couldn't hear what Stephanie said, but I knew the answer. And as I stroked, I began to unbutton the front of my shirt. It fell to the ground and left me with an extra hand to caress my nipples and fondle my sac. My legs spread a bit involuntarily as I continued to caress myself.

I watched as Anne put her arm around Stephanie and lowered her mouth to the younger woman's nipple. I continued to stroke as I watched the scene unfurl in front of me. Stephanie's eyes closing. Her head lulling into the back of the couch. Her legs parting to the caresses of Anne – a woman older by fifteen years easily. Anne moved the sarong aside, leaving an invitation to come closer. I did and knelt before the young woman.

She was so wet by the time I touched her, it was like a flower opening up. My tongue slid along her skin, leaving a taste like silk on my mouth. I couldn't help but delve deeper my tongue working in long smooth arcs over her sex. Her legs quivered as if by magic, reacting to my tongue and the magical finger of Anne that had worked its way to her nub. And when she came it was like a rush of her sex against my mouth. A tangible flow was created which was spread by Anne and myself.

I was so close. So much was pent up in me I could hardly stand it. When Anne moved her finger under my chin and lifted me up, I almost stumbled. She kissed me hard. Not really a kiss, more of an effort to taste the young woman herself. "Stephanie." Anne called, almost in a whisper, as if waking a child. "Stephanie. It's your turn." Her words were a whisper as she slowly stroked my penis. "Mmmmmmm, turnabout's fair play Stephanie." To which the younger woman smiled, then broke into a giggle. "Don't worry about going too quickly. Just play with it."

Her hand tentatively reached out to join Anne and she began to explore. Her hand, afraid to hurt me, barely touched the skin. She followed Anne's lead to fondle below my shaft and around the sac. She even moved toward my anus, but stopped shy of it to return to something more familiar. Her hand now stroking evenly over my cock until her mouth touched upon it. A warm, wet, firm yet soft mouth encircled me and drew me in. It was like heaven as she began to move back and forth to the soft urgings of Anne.

Her breasts bounced slowly against her chest as she sucked me in and out. Her legs opened as Anne moved her hand in and out of her sex. Her hair combed behind her ears as my finger guided her to me. And when I began to cum, Anne's fingers found their way into my rear, and entered me quickly. I almost lost my legs. My eyes closed. And I came into her mouth. I remember through it all, Anne saying "No, don't swallow. Just hold it for a moment."

When I opened my eyes, it was to Anne, holding Stephanie's face and taking my sperm into her own mouth. A long, slow, white string.

I paused. Knowing Anne would want me to taste it too.