She was six feet tall and a plain looking woman. Her dark brown hair was cut in a plain page boy style that did nothing to soften her long, angular face; her clothes were frumpish and practical. You would never pick her out of a crowd as your next fantasy --- unless you looked a little closer. She had long legs with full round thighs and high round buttocks that promised a heaven of fleshly delight. Her breasts were not large, but full and well shaped under her clothes. At least, that’s what I remembered.
I knew her. We had gone to high school together in Kansas. Once, at a big class picnic out at the lake, she wore very short, tight shorts, which were out of character for her, and her legs and bottom immediately aroused me.
After that, I made sure we had a couple of hard-breathing, encounters that featured hot, wet kissing and mutual groping beneath the prairie moon, always ending in mutual satisfaction if short of full consummation. Now, fifteen years later, Peggy Fulton and I had met in Illinois. But she was Peggy Meyer now; her husband and I were new members of the faculty at a small college, he in physics, I in dramatic literature.
She seemed to have lost none of her voluptuous charm and had added very few pounds in spite of the two kids who orbited around her all afternoon. She introduced her husband, Wendell, a hulking, intellectual sort with very little interest in socializing. Peggy and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking while Wendell postulated great scientific theorems with his colleagues. Her eyes and smiles told me plainly that she was glad to see me and that she had forgotten nothing.
We first went to bed together on a sunny afternoon in October. We had met deliberately at a book fair, made a few purchases and come directly back to my apartment with no discussion or question. I kissed her full on the mouth as soon as the door was closed behind us. The second kiss was open and our tongues found each other with ease as if our last date had been yesterday evening. We walked together to the bed, undressed and fucked hard and satisfyingly without further preliminary and without words of any kind.
Later, we reminisced about our evenings in my father’s car on a back road behind her house. She ran her hands over my chest and I caressed the length of her legs slowly, content to take my time and build the smoldering fire into a second blaze. Her thighs were excitingly soft with just a touch of mature, womanly flesh. The sunlight streaming in my second-story window painted them a golden hue and highlighted the nearly invisible down-like hair that grew there. Her bottom, round and firm, was like a distant planet awash in light and shadow. Her breasts were larger than I remembered but still widely separated and bullet-shaped with long dark nipples that grew stiff at the slightest touch.
I learned, on that first day, that she liked the sounds and words of sex --- liked them frank and fully voiced.
“Put your hand here,” she said, guiding my fingers inside her. Her voice was low and still thick with spent passion. “Now rub just a little --- m-m-m-m-m nice! Talk to me. Tell me what you like. What you like to do.”
I was shocked but managed to keep my head. This was a far cry from the shy but eager girl I had dated and never quite went all the way with.
“I like feeling you, --- your breasts always excited me.”
“Not as much as my ass did. Feel it --- squeeze hard – slap it a little --- harder! --- Oh! Yes! Like that! --- I always knew that you liked it. You used to stare at it in school.”
“And your legs. I wanted to get my hands under your skirt and feel and squeeze.”
“Dirty guy! Well, you finally did a couple of times.”
“It was never enough.”
“What about now?”
“What about it?”
“You just fucked me; did you like it? --- Did you like me?”
“Emphatically, yes! Did you? Did you like my cock inside you?”
She was loving it. Her eyes glowed and her breathing quickened.
“Yes! You were big and hard and ---
interested
. Here, do this --- oh, yes, --- that’s great, pinch a little MMMM!!! Tell me what you want – what you want right now! --- Want to put your cock in my mouth? Huh? Do you? What do you say, former boyfriend?”
She was excited now, almost at fever pitch, rubbing her cunt up and down on my thigh and toying with my balls.
“Sure --- but first the other way around. I want those gorgeous thighs around my head and my tongue inside you. Now, what do
you
say?”
“Oh, God, YES!! Spank me first!” She rolled her bottom up in the air and stuffed a pillow under her. “Hit me hard! Come on! I want it!”
So I laid it on with a will and she quivered and whimpered and cried and writhed in the most delicious manner imaginable, her big long body sending pulses of excitement through me. The slaps rang from the walls and her flesh jumped, quivered, grew red beneath my flailing hand. Her thighs were red to the knees and I couldn’t resist sliding my hand between them, high up inside to the damp dark nest of her cunt.
She rolled onto her back and drew me down to her and spread her thighs, then closed them on me and I was lost in the hot musky world of her flesh. I sucked and laved and gave her my best, probing and pushing with tongue tip, inhaling the incredibly rich odor of her excitement, slipping my tongue sideways along the lips of her cunt and flexing the tip to tease them. I don’t know for sure how long it lasted. I only remember the ecstasy of her body, her moans and yelps and quivers, her fingers twining in my hair, the soft thigh flesh moving over my face, glancing up to see her belly fluttering as she drew close. Then she came with a shudder and held me close.
Finally, I straddled her chest and started to push into her mouth.
“Wait! I want --- “She took my cock in her hands while I struggled to restrain myself. She gazed at it, tested its hardness with her fingers, licked it like an ice cream cone. Then, looking up at me, she said, “Fuck my mouth.”
I pushed past her lips and felt her tongue curl and start working against the head. Her eyes closed and she started to suck in long satisfying strokes. I didn’t even try to hold back and I could tell by the way she sucked that she didn’t want me to. I came in her mouth and she gulped and swallowed, letting some of the come escape and run down her chin. She continued to suck greedily till I was soft and powerless in her mouth.
“Do you like me with your come on my mouth?”
“I’m still wet with yours, too.”
We kissed, sliding our lips through the spent fluids we had left on each others mouths, sucking and licking greedily.
Her hunger was deep and profound. She wanted all I could give and would have happily accepted more if time and my energy had held out. When we said goodbye at my door, her kisses were still urgent, her tongue still probing greedily.
“He doesn’t have much interest in me any more,” she said when we next met, “he’s accomplished what he wanted in the family field. He subdued me, created two children in which he is not interested beyond the respectable background they give him. He owns us; we’re his. Now he’s off to the next conquest: science and professional advancement. I know most women would be frantic or furious but I’m really not too upset about it. Oh, I grieved for a while when I first figured it out but I could see that there was no way that he was ever going to be involved with us --- the kids and I. Besides, sex was never much good with him anyway --- after the kids were born just perfunctory and frustrating more often than not. But, I want you to know that this is the first time I’ve gone adventuring. I’d almost decided to grow old and waste silently away when I saw you at that awful afternoon soiree and the color came back into the world.”
When I was sure she had finished, I said as lightheartedly as possible, “Well, you’re perfectly welcome to come and have sex with me whenever you want to.”
“You and I don’t have sex,” she replied, rolling onto her stomach and peering steadily into my eyes, “and we don’t make love, either. We fuck. And that’s what I like about it --- about us.”
“But you never seem to get enough.”
“It’s what I want right now. Please don’t start feeling inadequate or anything. I am satisfied, I’m just --- very, very hungry right now --- trying to make up for lost time, I guess. And for God’s sake, don’t let me start pressuring you too much. I’m not free to leave him for many reasons and I know you must have a life of your own. I don’t want to be selfish, I . . .”
“Peggy!”
“What?” She was almost breathless from her monologue.
“Shut up. I won’t let you do anything to me that I don’t want. I’m fine with this and have no plans of my own for marriage so it suits me. I’m very, very glad you’re here. Understand?”
She lowered her head to my chest.
“Yes, James. Thank you.”
There was a pause and I waited while her breathing returned to normal.
“Do you ever think about -- variations – substitutes?” I asked.
“You mean singles bars? Cruising? I’m not the type and I certainly would not be worth much on the open meat market. In case you haven’t noticed I am still more than usually plain for my age.”
“No, I didn’t mean anything that common. I meant maybe a toy to play with.”
“Don’t be coy,” she said with an edge, “I’ve thought about a dildo, but just can’t bring myself to actually buy one I’d like. I’d feel a little – I don’t know – shameful, I guess.”
“Answer this: would it please you? – Would it make you feel good?”
“But what if . . .”
“No!” I interrupted, “just answer the question. Would it give you pleasure, yes or no?”
“OK --- yes, then, I think it would. But I . . .”
