Ā© 2002 Patrick Flanagan
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In September of 1990 I was managing a small restaurant in a small town and the majority of my crew was no more than twenty years old. I was a married man at the time and while my wife had been an incredible lover before we were married, that all changed after we were married. Being as that I was constantly horny and frustrated I was always on the prowl, although I usually chickened out when I came up with a willing prospect. As horny as I was, I still didnāt want to cheat on my wife.
Then Renee came along. I canāt say that Renee was a raving beauty because she wasnāt, but she was possessed of a captivating, almost childlike innocence, and she did have the most amazing sexuality that just seemed to take over a room, making every man pay attention to her. She had a radiant and captivating smile that more than made up for her lack of supermodel looks. But the one facet of Renee that sent me over the top was her hugs.
A Renee Slemp hug was the closest you could come to having sex with your clothes on. The first time she hugged me I couldnāt help but fall in love with this little elf. Her body clung to my every curve and I felt all of her lovely form up and down my own body. That first hug of hers still ranks as one of the most incredible erotic experiences of my entire life. Iād frankly trade a lifetime of her hugs for sex with anyone else: her hugs are really better than sex itself with most other women.
After a year or so of getting to know her, she had occasion to break up with a boyfriend and came to me for comfort and friendship. We met for lunch at a place in the next town over where I lived and our discussion focused on the dastardly deeds of the recent boyfriend. After the lunch was over I was going to drive her back to her car when I decided to ask if sheād mind stopping by the house for a bit to see the place. She gave me the perkiest smile and readily agreed to what she thought would be an innocent tour of my house.
We got to the house and I entered first and took off my shoes at the door and she immediately followed suit as Iād hoped. My cock rose in my pants right then and there as Iād effectively started undressing her. In our stocking feet we padded around the house and she made nice comments about the decorations, the art, and etc. I sat down with her after the tour and we resumed our chat about the boyfriend and his idiocy and I idly took off my socks as we chatted and pulled my feet up on the sofa, inviting her to do the same. As we chatted on I reached over and took one of her little feet in my hands and gently removed the sock before removing the other sock. Then I just held her feet in my lap and rubbed them, which she seemed to adore. I struggled to think up a way to migrate our chat upstairs to the bedroom when she pulled her feet out of my grasp and asked me where the bathroom was.
āUm, the bathroom down here isnāt working right, why donāt you let me show you the one upstairs?ā
I choked as I waited for her to tell me what a line of crap that story was when she said āsureā and motioned for me to lead the way. I was in absolute heaven as she followed me to the master suite and I guided her to the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her I pulled down the covers on the bed and removed my belt in anticipation of what I was going to try next. I brushed my teeth while I listened to her peeing and was done when she flushed.
When the door opened she looked at me hesitantly, maybe quizzically, trying to explain away the look that was surely on my face. For lack of anything else to do, I gathered her into my arms and I kissed her. Her feet hung in the air as I held her to my lips and she didnāt fight me at all. A moment went by where she was surely surprised, but then she put her arms around me and kissed me back. Heaven got better.
I carried her to the bed and sat her down as I knelt between her legs and we kissed again. The zipper on her jeans fell to my fingers and the button wasnāt far behind. I stood her up and she stared at me as her lust and her reason conflicted.
āWe shouldnāt be doing this. I canāt make out with you, youāre married!ā
I smiled. āLet me worry about the marriage, okay? A little making out isnāt going to hurt anything.ā She thought I just wanted to āmake outā, she was so cute!
I recalled that sheād told me she and the boyfriend would strip down to their undies to make out, but that was all as far as they would go. I kissed her again and she surrendered as I began to undress her. The buttons on her top came away to reveal her white bra underneath and she let me take the top off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My shirt came off next, and I will say that back then I had a nice chest and abs and her hands were drawn to my bare chest immediately. We kissed some more and I pulled her tight to feel her bare belly against mine.