Jims Discoveries Ch 03 Barb

Chapter 3 - Barb

Several years went by without anything new or earth-shattering. Years, places, and women came and went. I took up the guitar and played in a few bands, but nothing more than fun and the occasional gigs became of it. They were usually at friend's parties, so plenty of free beer, plus some occasional action from women at the party, but that was it.

At 27, I opened a coffee shop. I didn't really know how to run a business, but the guy who sold the franchises was pretty decent, as far as training and help. And as long as you followed the instructions, it was pretty hard to fuck up coffee, so I was doing fine. The hours were long, and I was on my feet more than I wanted to be, but that's part of running a business.

At the place next door, was a woman about my age, named Barb. She was pretty, with an infectious smile and bright, sparkly eyes. Somehow, we got to talking one day about music, and she positively lit up. She was a singer and LOVED to play music. I suggested we play some time, and she eagerly agreed.

Late afternoons at a coffee shop are really slow, so when she stopped by after work the next day, there was no concern that we were going to annoy customers. I brought an acoustic guitar, and we sat and played for a couple of hours. I was so caught up in what we were doing I failed to close the shop when I normally would.

She asked if we could play again tomorrow, which sounded good, but the chairs weren't really designed to be comfortable for long periods of time, so I suggested we play at my house. I had just moved into it, so it wasn't really set up yet, but the space was great. She agreed, and we parted for the evening with a hug. She wrapped me tightly in her arms, and her big D-cup tits crushed against me, giving me an almost-instant hard-on. I was a little embarrassed, so I tried to subtly turn my hips a little, so my dick wasn't poking her belly.

The next day at the shop came and went. I was out the door the minute the sign was turned off and sped home. I spruced it up a little and took a shower. About a half an hour after I got dressed, Barb showed up. She wanted a tour, so I showed her around. She liked it, and she was especially enthralled by the shower. The shower in the master was a huge walk-in, that was tiled floor to ceiling, with a bench, two shower heads, and a steam unit. It was a great place to let the stress of the world melt away.

She said she liked the house, and again wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. I started to turn my hips again, and she said, "It's okay if your dick presses against me. I liked it when it happened yesterday."

I turned towards her, and got a kiss for my troubles. I eagerly kissed her back and grabbed her ass to pull her hips into me. My cock was hard again almost immediately, and she reached a hand between us to feel it. I untucked her shirt and started pulling it over her head. She offered no resistance, and undid her jeans as soon as her arms were free of her shirt. She had them down and off as I was taking off my shirt, and by the time my jeans were off, she had her bra and panties off, as well. I barely had time to look at her naked body, before she had my hands and was pulling me down onto the bed on top of her. She felt warm and inviting. Her arms wrapped around my back as we kissed, and while her knees were apart, she positioned herself so that my cock was laying between our bodies. Her bush was full and dense, but less coarse and wiry than Susan's or my Aunt Toni's. It felt more like my own—and it felt nice against my throbbing cock.

Barb rolled on top of me, and I thought she was going to fuck me cowgirl, but instead, kissed her way down from my face to my neck to my chest, stopping to suck and gently bite my nipples. She continued until she reached my cock and began giving me a hands-free blowjob. I was in heaven. I couldn't know how to describe the difference in her technique versus the others I'd had, but Barb's cocksucking skills were simply on another level.

At one point, she went deeper and deeper, until her nose pressed against the skin under my pubes and her tongue was touching my balls. Susan had been able to take me fairly deep, but Barb literally had my entire cock in her mouth and throat. As impressive as it was, it felt better when it wasn't as deep, as she had far more control of the sensations with her tongue than with her throat. She backed off and wrapped her hand around the base and stroked it in time with her head bobs. Fuck, I was in awe of her abilities!

It wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm starting to build, and I began thrusting my hips up to meet her. She clearly understood my actions, as she increased the pressure she was applying with her hand and sped up her strokes. I was past the point of no return very quickly, but my more recent experience had taught me that not all women, who are willing to suck your dick, are interested in having a mouthful of cum, so I blurted out, "I'm gonna cum." She never slowed down as I flooded her mouth, but offered a guttural, "Mmmm," as she gulped down my load.

She kept sucking and stroking, but softer, letting me down easy from that huge orgasm. Eventually, she let my cock slip from her mouth and lay back on the bed. She had a light sheen of sweat, and the glistening on her breasts, made her look even better. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. She read my puzzled expression and said, "I haven't had a chance to even rinse my mouth out."

I pulled her back toward me and kissed her deeply. I had jerked off enough laying on my back that cum shooting onto my face wasn't that unheard of, and it had landed in my mouth more than once, so I recognized the taste, although because she swallowed, it was barely there. To be honest, as good as the blowjob was, I wouldn't have cared if she spit it back in my mouth.

She was a little taken aback by the kiss, but quickly gave in and hungrily kissed me back. She broke it and said, "My husband usually expects me to brush my teeth before he'll kiss me after a blowjob."

Uh, what?

My eyes must have been the size of saucers. She laughed and said they were in the process of getting divorced, but that she was still married, so she still fucked him now and again.

"What about now? Are you still going to fuck him?"

Barb laughed, and said, "I hadn't really thought about it until right now, but I suppose not. It's not like he'd care if you and I are fucking, as long as he doesn't feel like he's been disrespected."

I had no idea what that meant. As far as I was concerned, fucking another man's wife without his expressed permission was pretty damn disrespectful. If I had known she was married, I wouldn't have invited her over.

Barb seemed to read my thoughts, and said that their relationship was effectively over, so his only concern was for it being made known and him being embarrassed. That meant not staying overnight, not being lovey in public, etc., but what we did behind closed doors was fine. "Besides, for the last year, the times we end up having sex are times I initiated it and he was simply willing."

The story was convincing enough to placate me, and I lay back down beside her. "Are you sure you aren't going to get me shot?"

She laughed, and said she was sure, and kissed me.

I feigned disgust. "I just came in your mouth and you want to kiss me? I suppose you wouldn't mind if I kissed you after I ate your pussy."

She grinned and said, "You wouldn't dare!"

Needless to say, I was face down between her legs in seconds.

I kissed her inner thigh and worked my way upward. As I said, her bush was full, but soft, and felt silky against my face, as I homed in on her sex. The aroma of her arousal was like an incense that I inhaled deeply.

As I reached her lower lips, I found them already glistening with her wetness. I planted a soft kiss on them, and as I drew back, a line of her juices stretched from her labia to my mouth. I gently drew my tongue upwards towards her clit. Barb whimpered her approval, as my tongue continued to explore.

As Susan had taught me, I used the fingers of my left hand to spread her outer lips apart and focused most of my attention on her clit. With my right hand, I slid my middle finger into her pussy and began to massage her G-spot. She was definitely enjoying it, but told me, that while it felt very good, she wasn't able to cum from oral or from sex, but only by masturbating. She said she got most of her enjoyment from being a pleasure source, and that if I was hard again that she wanted me to fuck her.

Not surprisingly, I was. I moved back up the bed, mainly to get a condom from my nightstand, but also to follow through on the dare and kiss her deeply, sharing her nectar with her. She eagerly kissed me back, lapping her juices from my lips and my tongue.

"Do you like the way my pussy tastes?" she asked. I said that I did, and that it seemed that she liked it, too. She said that more than the actual taste, she liked the eroticism of tasting it on a man's lips, fingers, and cock. This just kept getting better and better.

I rolled the condom down my rigid prick, and as I turned towards her, she pulled me on top of her, opening her legs to give me better access to fuck her. I slid into her, finding her wet, warm, and a perfectly snug fit. She wrapped her arms around my back and, "This is all about you. Your cock feels great, but since I am not going to cum, I want to feel it when you do. Whether it takes a minute or an hour, I just want you to enjoy it."

Given that I was wearing a condom and that she had sucked me off less than an hour ago, it wasn't going to be over too quickly, even though the heat and the tightness of her pussy, made fucking her an incredible sensation. After several minutes, I realized that there was sweat dripping off my face onto hers. I asked her if wanted me to towel off my head or roll over, and she said that it turned her on, and that where our bodies met, we were already sweaty anyway.

Not long after that, I could feel my orgasm start to build. I may have sped up my strokes, or changed my position slightly, but Barb could tell and said, "Go ahead and cum. Don't hold it back. I want you to cum for me."

I was nearly at the point of no return anyway, but hearing that was all I needed, and within seconds, I was gasping and spurting into the condom. "Oh, yes, I can feel your cock pulsing inside me." She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her, as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

I kissed her open mouth and caressed her tongue with my own. I was still propped up on my knees and elbows, as I tried to catch my breath. Barb told me to lie down on top of her, and let her body support me. I was afraid I'd suffocate her, so I relaxed into her somewhat, but not fully.

She clearly knew what I was doing and said, "Stop holding yourself up and lie down."

So, I did. It felt somewhat odd, but nice. She was still able to breathe, but after a minute or two I rolled off her and back onto the bed. I needed to get my cock out of her before I went totally soft, anyway.

A few minutes of relaxing and cuddling later, I wanted to shower, and suggested she join me. She seemed to like the idea.

Let me take a moment to describe the house. I lived in an older house that was remodeled into the perfect bachelor pad. It had large rooms, and despite being in a fairly busy area, it was utterly private, as the master bedroom and kitchen living area had seven-foot-high, walled-in patios, so no one other than a passing aircraft could see in. Between the large bedroom, the walled in patio, which also had a hammock, and the big steam shower, it was truly my retreat within the retreat.

I turned the timer on to heat up the steam unit and turned on the water. Within a minute or so, the steam started filling the shower and Barb joined me. "Wow, this is amazing. I could get very used to this." I used the handheld shower head to rinse her off, then soaped her up, using both hands to caress and wash her. After getting off twice, I wasn't trying to start anything, but I enjoyed running my hands over her.

I worked from her shoulders down, making sure her breasts got lots of soapy attention. Her nipples responded by stiffening, much to my delight. As I continued down her belly and her back, I simultaneously reached the top of her bush and the crack of her ass. Not being experienced in bathing a woman, I figured I'd just have some fun with it, so I soaped up her ass cheeks and her bush at the same time, then worked my right hand down the crack of her ass and my left hand into the cleft of her pussy. Naturally, my right hand paid particular attention to her asshole, while my left found its way across her clit and began teasing the entrance to her vagina. Eventually, both hands met. I don't know how good a job I did at actually bathing her, but it sure was fun, and she seemed pleased with my efforts.

After rinsing off the soap, she started on me. I hadn't noticed at the time, but my cock stiffened up again while I was bathing Barb. By the time she got down past my waist, she knelt down and was washing things at eye level. After soaping my cock and balls (with just a few extra strokes to make sure it was clean), she rinsed it off, gently grabbed the shaft, gave it a lick, and said, "Do we need to go Round Three?"

I told her I didn't *need* to, and might have a tough time cumming a third time so quickly, but that being naked with her, and touching her the way I had, would likely give me a hard-on even if we'd gone at it five times that evening. I said I was more than happy to try again in the future, though. Tomorrow would be good for me if she didn't have plans.

Barb laughed and said she would do her best.

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And so became a large amount of our time together. Barb was fairly submissive, as long as I showed her the respect and appreciation she richly deserved. She came over most nights, but almost always went home before midnight. The second week we were together, she stayed the night and her soon-to-be ex-husband was furious, as that was 'airing their dirty laundry in public.' As a result, we spent evenings and longer times on weekends together, but she went home after. I was broke, so we didn't do much besides hang out, watch movies, play music, and fuck—but that arrangement seemed to work out pretty well.

Barb almost never initiated sex, but never turned me down, either. She would occasionally do things to pretty much guarantee that I was going to fuck her, like one night when we were at a friend's house for some drinks and having a relaxing evening, Barb excused herself to the bathroom and put her panties into her purse. When she came back out, she was sitting in a chair opposite me, and as she pulled her feet up into the chair, her skirt rode up so that she was flashing me her pussy. I got the hint, and told my friend, Mike, that we were going to head out. He told me later that while she was trying to discreetly flash just me, she had inadvertently given him a pretty nice view, as she was settling back into the chair.

Another time, she had come over early one evening, and as she kissed me, she said I should shave, that I was stubbly. Then she grinned and said, "I have some stubble, too." This was long before it was virtually expected that women shave their pussies, so this was something I'd never seen, other than the occasional porn actress—and there was no way I wasn't going to immediately pull off her pants and investigate. Sure enough, all that downy fur was gone. She was a little stubbly, and after the obligatory test drive, I offered to lather her up and shave off the areas that weren't shaved as thoroughly. While I did, and still do, find shaved pussies to be a little odd, the idea of shaving her was appealing. In the end, we both decided that we liked having her with a bush, so she grew it back.

As winter set in, the shower became more and more of a thing. The house was old and had very little insulation, and it was a cold winter, so settling into the shower with the steam unit going felt like the most luxurious place in the world. While it wasn't unusual for the shower to be foreplay, then dry off quickly and jump into bed, sometimes we stayed in longer, and it became almost common for Barb to sit me down on the tile bench, kneel between my knees and take my cock into her mouth.

On more than a few occasions, we'd be in the shower for an hour or more, and Barb would always excuse herself to the toilet if she had to pee. I always thought it was odd, and told her she was standing over a drain that went to the same pipe as the toilet did, but she insisted. In truth, I was more than a little intrigued at the idea of trying watersports. Penthouse Magazine had recently started showing occasional pictures of their models peeing, and I found them hot. Barb didn't see the appeal at all, and while she had no issues with me peeing while we were in the shower, she never would.

From time to time, I indicated that I wanted to try anal sex. She said she wouldn't enjoy it, as women don't have a prostate. I said that I knew of women who not only did it, but enjoyed it very much, as long as the conditions were right, and their partner was careful. She remained unconvinced, until one night when we were hanging out in the shower, cuddling, and I asked her to stand up and bend over. I knelt behind her and kissed the back of her left thigh.

"Now, does that feel good or do you just like the idea of affection?"

She said mostly the latter, so I did the same to her right thigh. Same reaction. Next, I nibbled gently on her left butt cheek. She said she liked it, that it gave her a tingle, but also that it tickled a little. I moved down and very softly licked the junction of her thigh and her outer labia, just along the hairline. She said she definitely liked this, so I continued for a minute or two. As I drew back, I could see that her inner lips were beginning to swell and open.

My next stop was to run my tongue along her inner lips. She didn't answer me other than with moans, which told me all I needed to know. Again, I lingered here for a bit. Next up, I used my thumbs to open her lips further and flicked my tongue delicately across her pee hole. I wasn't sure how she would respond to this, and she said while it felt good and she liked it, she would prefer that I focus on her clit and her lips.

"Like this?" I asked, and swirled my tongue around her clit. I pulled my thumbs down to draw the hood back from her clit and worked directly on it, which again brought the moans and involuntary muscle twitches. Again, I stayed here for a couple of minutes, but I had an ulterior motive, so I stopped.

"It seems you like that one best so far. What about this one?" I asked, and raised up enough to draw my tongue up past her pussy and began to lick her asshole. Her moans got louder still, so I continued, circling her asshole and even pushing the tip of my tongue just inside. I slid a finger into her pussy, as I continued to work her ass with my tongue. Her moans were becoming more primal, almost animalistic.

I added a second finger, as I continued working her asshole with my tongue. I started moving them in and out of her sopping wet cunt, as I worked my tongue further into her ass.

Without warning, she stood upright, pulling away from my tongue, and in doing so, pulling my fingers out of her vagina. I looked at her, puzzled, and saw her arching her back. "Muscle cramp!" she said, through gritted teeth. I stood up and did what I could to knead the long muscles in her back, until they stopped cramping.

She sat down on the bench and said, "Wow. That was amazing. I had no idea that it could feel so good. If it hadn't been for that stupid cramp, I would have had my first orgasm that wasn't from masturbation."