Jim's Recollections - Sara

Jim's Recollections - Sara

(Author's note: My recollection stories are standalone memories of various experiences I've had over the years. Sara also appears in Part 7 of Jim's Discoveries.)

Some weeks after I shot the video of Sara, she and I were talking over drinks, and I mentioned that a building near my office was being demolished the following Saturday morning. I was interested in watching it since I could do it inside my high-rise office building, where I wouldn't be covered in dust from the implosion/collapse. I told her when I was young, I saw a couple of buildings torn down as part of the city's urban renewal.

Sara was very intrigued and asked if she could accompany me. I said she could, and we planned to meet at my house at 5:30 am on Saturday. The demolition was to happen early, and we'd need time to park and get to our spot to watch it. Sara was a model in high school and college and was absolutely beautiful. She was 27, 6'0, and had red hair, hazel eyes, long legs, and firm D-cup tits.

I went to bed earlier than usual on Friday, as being up and ready at 5:30 in the morning was not part of my routine. I'd showered before bed to avoid needing one in the morning.

At about 2:30 am, my phone rang. It took a couple of rings to clear the cobwebs enough to answer. It was Sara; she was wide awake and asked if she could come over. She said she needed a few minutes to get everything together and, with the drive, would be at my place by 3:00. I said that was fine and that I would unlock the front door and turn off the alarm system. Knowing I would have morning breath, I brushed my teeth before heading back to bed.

I must have dozed back off but was vaguely aware of the door chiming open. When I woke, Sara was in my bathroom with the door closed. Before coming out, she turned off the bathroom light but left the light on in my closet, so we weren't in darkness but didn't have lights shining in our eyes.

My eyes were barely open, and I was feigning sleep. She was naked when she went to the far side of the bed and climbed in. I always sleep in the nude, so I was, as well. She scooted next to me until her breasts touched my back, and I could feel her nipples harden when they came into contact with me.

I rolled onto my back, turned my head and kissed her; as I did so, I felt her soft, dense bush against my hip. Her breath was minty fresh, and she had a floral scent. I didn't know whether it was from her lotion, shampoo, or perfume.

"You smell good," I said.

She said, "I have many tastes and smells for you to enjoy."

"Well, isn't that normally the case? Your various body parts always have unique tastes and smells. However, I'm certainly open to exploring." Sara responded by rolling onto her back, giving me better access to her body for exploration.

I kissed her again, feeling her tongue darting out to meet mine. From there, I moved to her neck, finding it tasted like it usually did, and was lightly perfumed, which wasn't uncommon. I didn't want to send her home with a hickey, so I didn't linger on her neck too long.

I've been somewhat fascinated by women who didn't shave their armpits, and much like their pubic hair, I liked it. I wondered if she had kept her underarms hairy like in her video shoot, so I eased her left arm up and nuzzled her armpit. Sure enough, they were unshaven and had grown out more since I had seen her last.

Being freshly showered, she smelled like the lavender soap she uses, and I took great delight in inhaling deeply. The scent of the lavender mixed with her pheromones was delectable.

I didn't want to tickle her with my nose; I moved to her breasts, although I enjoyed the feeling of the dense, coarse hair against my face. Sara's nipples were already hard, standing almost half an inch above her areolae. I wasn't sure what to expect here, as I've always thought nipples tasted slightly different than the nearby skin. Whether it was a result of the hormones, the pigmentation, or the thinner skin, the difference is slight but noticeable.

I found sweetness as I licked and sucked on her left nipple. Surprised by the taste, I continued to suck and swirl my tongue around until I needed to come up for air.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's honey dust. It came in a Kama Sutra kit. Do you like it?"

My answer was to ensure I'd gotten the rest off her left breast before moving to her right. Rather than lift my head off and move over, I slowly trailed my tongue from one to the other. Sara seemed to like that as she arched her back and moaned softly. I found the same honey dust on her right tit and gave it a similar treatment but nibbled lightly while caressing her with my mouth, eliciting a whimper.

I eventually moved south, kissing her pale belly and pushing the bed linens past her knees. Her skin there smelled clean and tasted like skin, but I began picking up a new scent as I continued to ease down her body. It was almost incense-like and got stronger the closer I got to her fantastic bush. I ran my face across it, and as I did, it became clear that her bush was the source. I also noticed that it was softer and silkier than usual.

I raised my head to catch her eye, and she said, "It's an essential oil with sandalwood in the Kama Sutra kit. I worried it might be a little too hippie-smelling, but I decided to try it, and I liked how it felt when I rubbed it in. I hope you approve."

I said it smelled incredible and liked how it made her pubes so silky. "I bet it makes them glisten in the light," I said.

"Well, do you want to turn on the light and check?" she asked.

"Not right now; I'm still exploring for tastes and smells," I said, and as I did, I buried my nose in her bush and inhaled deeply.

At this point, I paused. "What to do, what to do? Continue down, investigate your knees and feet or move to the center and explore what I find there?"

"Well, one of those options will probably be more enjoyable for you, provided you don't have a foot fetish."

I didn't have to be asked twice and slid between her legs. I opened her thighs wider using my hands, which she was only too happy to do. As she spread her legs, her lips opened to welcome me. She was visibly wet. How much of that was from my mouth exploring its way from her face to her cunt and how much was from her prep and anticipation is unclear, but regardless, she was ready to have her pussy eaten, and I was prepared to do it.

As a good muff diver should, I used my fingers to spread her outer lips to get to her inner lips and clit. The oil she had put on her bush, combined with the scent of her nectar, was arousing. I lapped my way from her vagina up to her clit and back, pausing to tongue fuck her a few times before concentrating on her clitoris.

Sara's hips began to rise to meet my tongue as I continued to lap her labia and clit. I was using my left hand to open her outer lips, so with my right, I slid first one, then two fingers into her. Immediately, her moans increased dramatically, as did the undulations of her hips.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum all over your face," she hissed.

"Mmm hmm," was the best I could do as I wasn't going to stop licking to answer her.

Sure enough, it wasn't thirty seconds later she was in the throes of orgasm. Her pussy was squeezing my fingers, and she was bucking her hips with muscle spasms.

My face was already drenched from eating her, so I took a minute to see how wet she got when she came. I recalled previous times when she and I both sucked her wetness from my fingers; she tasted good, and the combination of her pussy and the essential oil was a treat.

I eased my fingers from her giving her a minute to catch her breath. There's something incredibly sexy about a woman laying in bed after orgasm; her legs splayed out, her crotch a sopping wet mess that I've always loved. I eased back to take in the view while still close enough to feel the heat radiating from her and the heady aroma of her arousal.

Using my right hand, I pressed on her hip to flip her over. She complied, and when I pulled her hips up, she was on her knees and asked what I was doing.

"I'm just making sure I'm not missing out on anything so far. The only area I haven't gotten to yet isn't ideal for being in bed, so we'll get to that later," I said, and leaned in to tongue her asshole, which was already slick from her pussy juice running down to it.

Other than being coated in her wetness, there was no surprise perfuming here, and when my tongue made contact with her pucker, she gasped and muttered, "Oh, fuck!" I hadn't been rimming her but a few seconds when she said to stop. I did, and she turned back over. "My God, no one has ever done that to me, but I could tell I was going to cum again and again, and I would be useless for hours. Promise me you'll do that again sometime, though."

"Of course. I love giving you pleasure, and no orgasm in the world feels like that one."

"That cock of yours has been left alone long enough. Come sit on the edge of the bed." As I moved to where she indicated, Sara got a towel out of the bathroom, laid it at my feet, then knelt on it. My cock was rock-hard, and pointed at her face. "You have such a beautiful cock, Jim. Can you scoot just a little bit further toward the edge? I want your balls to be able to swing freely. I love watching them."

I did as she asked, and silently, she took the hand lotion off my nightstand, spread it on her hands, and began giving me a two-fisted hand job. She had done the same at the end of her video shoot, so I knew I was in for a real treat as soon as she started. Whether it was experience or luck, she knew the right amount of pressure to use and the perfect stroking speed. The twisting motion she added made it feel even better. I was already aroused from orally working my way from her face to her asshole, and I could tell this wasn't going to last very long.

Sara seemed to sense that I was getting close and stopped stroking. She held my cock up by my belly with one hand and leaned in to lick and suck my balls. That felt great, too, but it allowed me to hold off from the edge of cumming.

After a short time, she started slowly and softly jacking me with the hand holding me up to my belly. This continued for a few more seconds before she released my balls and resumed her two-fisted strokes. This time, she didn't let up, and we quickly reached the point of no return.

Thinking I was about to return the favor and cum all over her face, I grunted, "Don't stop. Please don't stop." Sara continued, and seconds later, I was blasting rope after rope of pent-up jizz at her.

My cum shots were unpredictable. Some were just above an ooze that went a few inches; sometimes, when I was jerking off on my bed, the first blast would shoot over my head onto my headboard. Sometimes I got one good jet of cum. Other times I'd get four or five.

By the time I stopped shooting, four big spurts had landed on Sara's chest and abdomen, some of which had now fallen and pooled on her thighs. I was barely dripping now, but Sara kept stroking a few more times, leaned forward and took my head into her mouth to suck out the last of it.

Quickly, I became too sensitive for her to keep sucking, so I stood and offered a hand to help her up. She was covered. Peter North would have been proud of the load I shot on her.

"Sara, take a look in the mirror behind you," I said.

She turned and saw what a mess she was. "Sweet Jesus! That's quite a blast. I don't suppose I could use your shower, could I?"

I went around her, turned on the shower, and stepped in. When it was warm, I held the sprayer so she could stand without her hair getting wet. She soaped and rinsed my jizz off her torso, then soaped up my cock and balls.

"Okay, I'm trying to figure out what the other taste or smell was that wasn't ideal for the bed. You don't want me to pee in a cup for you, do you?"

"No, no. Not in a cup." Sara's eyes went wide. "Just on me. Here in the shower. Nothing harmful, just some good clean fun. It's not even that weird."

"Are you asking me to straddle you and pee on your face while you lay down?"

"If you avoid my face, I'm not going to taste it, but I could sit in front of you while you stood to pee. If you are freaked out, would it be easier for you if I lay down and you peed on my cock?"

"I'm not sure I could do it. My bladder might be too shy. Have you ever done it before?"

I said I'd never been peed on but that peeing on someone was easy. I pointed my cock at her navel and let loose a good stream. Sara giggled and said that was kind of fun. I stood next to her and asked her to try to pee while standing in the shower. It took a few seconds, but she was able to. I reached my hand down and held it against her thigh, so she was peeing on my hand.

"That wasn't so tough, was it?"

She stopped the flow and said it was easy once she started. I asked if she was game to try it again. She said she didn't mind if I got fairly close and watched her, but she might need to work up to pee on me.

Not wanting to push it and break the mood, I crouched in front of her with my head just below her crotch. Sara spread her feet out a bit wider and rocked her hips slightly to give me a better view. She stood still for a moment, drew a deep breath, and the first trickle started as she exhaled. It quickly became a full-on stream, splashing off the tile between my feet.

"Am I pushing you too far?" I asked.

"No, I'm okay. If you find this hot, I want to do it for you," she said.

I cupped my hands where her stream was going in front of me and caught some of it. I looked up at her and raised them to my face. With my mouth open, I tipped them, pouring her warm pee onto my face, into my mouth, and down my front. I could feel it running off my fully erect cock.

I must admit that while I found the idea of Sara pissing in my mouth sexy, the taste wasn't my favorite, but it wasn't so off-putting that I wouldn't do it again. I closed my mouth, forcing most of her pee out between my lips and felt it cascade down my torso. I swallowed the remainder.

Sara was watching me the whole time with a look of fascination and the glazed stare of someone who was REALLY randy. I had been so focused on what I was doing that I hadn't noticed she was still peeing, although the stream faltered and soon ceased.

I stood without rinsing off, pulled her body against mine and kissed her full on the mouth. Without hesitation, she kissed me back hard, using her tongue to lick my lower lip, tasting her pee as she did so. My hard cock pressed up into her belly as we embraced.

"Okay, that was actually really fucking hot. I want to do that again sometime," she said. "Now, what will we do with this hard-on of yours?"

"For now, nothing. We'll never make it downtown if we don't clean up, get dressed, and leave. I can think of a few places it could go later," I said. "I dare say it will be back." I quickly lathered up and then rinsed off. Sara did likewise; we soon headed out to see the building flattened.

We ran into my boss and a co-worker in the building lobby. Since my boss had greater building access than my ID allowed, he got us up to a higher floor with a great view and a conference room to ourselves.

This was a few years after the Oklahoma City (OKC) bombing, and it didn't occur to me that the mental scars it left on people would resurface in a planned demolition like this, but they did. I had been in OKC for work shortly before the bombing, and I was right where it happened. Sara said I physically recoiled when the demolition explosions blew, and after letting the dust cloud dissipate, we walked silently back to my car and headed back to my house.

Sara, being Sara, took my hand as we were heading into the house from my garage and led me to the couch. She had me sit, walked over to my pantry, got a bottle of whiskey and poured me a stiff shot. Despite what felt like a full day, having started as early as it did and driving to and from my office, it was just after 9 am, but I gladly accepted the alcohol and downed it in two swigs.

She sat next to me and gave me a couple of minutes to let go of the trauma, then asked if I wanted to return to bed. I declined, having formulated a plan the day before to have unforgettable sex after we got home. I asked her to sit where she was and that I would be back in a moment. While getting some sleep would have been fine with either of us, I knew what she wanted to do was fuck.

My second bedroom doubled as my office and guest room, with just enough space left on the floor for a play area. I took the comforter and top sheet off my bed, grabbed a small bag full of goodies, and a couple of towels, headed into the second bedroom and closed the door. I laid the comforter on the floor, which perfectly fit the carpeted space. I put my top sheet over it and spread the towels and the bag within easy reach.

When I opened the door, Sara was not on the couch. For a moment, I was afraid today had been too weird, and she left, but I heard the door to my bathroom open, and she came back out. She had splashed some water on her face and looked like she might have been crying.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked.

She was quiet for a few seconds, then said she wasn't used to having someone decline going to bed and was afraid she had done something wrong. I took her in my arms to reassure her she hadn't done anything wrong. I only said I didn't want to go to bed because I planned something else and needed a couple of minutes to set it up.

With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse. She reached over to assist, but I said, "I want to do it. You can do mine once I'm finished." Once I got to the last button, I untucked it from her skirt, took it off her shoulders and arms, and laid it across the back of the couch. It took just a second to figure out how to get her skirt off, but once I did, it went quickly. She stepped out of it, and I laid it next to her blouse.

I'm not bad with bra hooks, but I asked her to turn around, as they are easier to do when I can see what I'm doing. Once unhooked, I turned her to face me and slid it off her shoulders, revealing her spectacular breasts. Her breathing had become heavier by the time I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. My head was very close to her auburn bush, still shiny from the oils she had anointed it with earlier, and the scent lingered from it, along with the heady aroma of her arousal.

She stood before me in all her natural glory, unashamed, knowing I was taking in the sight of her and that I was reveling in it. She didn't pose for long as she reached for my shirt, almost frantically pulling my clothes off: shirt, jeans, shoes, socks, and boxers, all in a heap behind me. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against mine.

My cock had begun stirring with the setting up of the playroom and become more than half-erect as I undressed her. Now, feeling her body against mine, my cock was fully hard and pressing up against the downy lips of her pussy as we embraced and kissed.

I broke the embrace and led her to my second bedroom. When I opened the door and she saw the play space I had made on the carpet, she smiled, eagerly entered and lay down, one hand reaching up for me to accompany her. She looked incredible - her beautiful face crowned with red hair, smooth skin and perfect breasts, auburn bush, parted thighs showing her opening pussy lips, long legs, etc. It was quite a sight.

I eagerly joined her on the floor, kissing and fondling her tits. Her nipples were rock-hard. I moved my hand down her belly to her pussy, finding it hot, wet, and open. I stroked her lips, paying gentle attention to her clitoris, before moving down to finger fuck her cunt.