This Morning

"This Morning" © 1999-2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum Overdrive). As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media format, physical or electronic, or reposted at any other website in any form without my express written permission. Permission to print this story is granted with the provision that it is for personal use only. Requests for reprint or reproduction other than the exclusions above may be sent to maxman69@hotmail.com .

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When I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be a good day. You know how that goes. Everybody has them. You wake up and everything's right.. Everything's exactly the way it's supposed to be. Everything feels good, and everything is going to click. Today was going to be one of the "perfect" ones. I rolled over and looked at your pillow, gradually remembering you weren't there anymore. Oh, dear heart. I miss you so.

I got up, maneuvering slowly as was the norm for me now, and made my way to the bathroom. As I was disposing of the beer I drank last night, my mind wandered back to a different bathroom in a totally different setting. We were traveling from Detroit to Oklahoma City and had pulled into a Esso station (yeah, it was a few years back) to fill up and make a "pit stop". The attendant was putting gas in the car and cleaning the windows, and you had already gone around the side of the building to find the bathrooms. I paid the guy, then followed you a few minutes later, since the bathrooms were side by side. I walked into the Men's room, and, to my surprise, there you were already in the

stall, wearing nothing but a smile. I closed the door, but didn't see a way to lock it. You motioned for me to come over to you, so throwing caution to the wind, I did.

You sat on the commode as I closed the stall door and locked it, and took me into your mouth, sucking my cock deep and hard. I stiffened rapidly at both your cocksucking skill, and at how hot the situation was. My cock was throbbing but you just kept sucking, harder and harder. I stopped you before blowing my load, and had you stand up

and turn around. My dick slid into your sopping pussy and you gasped as I slid all the way to the hilt in one motion. You held onto the back of the toilet as I started working in and out of you, the sound of my cock squishing in and out of you loud in the small bathroom. You were starting to get close, and so was I but it was hard to cum standing up, so I stopped and turned us around. I sat on the toilet and pulled you on top of me, just like we were, but in a sitting position. You started riding me, almost ready to cum when we heard the door to the bathroom open, the sounds of the road coming in with the visitor. I reached down and pulled your legs up, making it look as if I were alone in the bathroom, if he happened to look under the stall. You placed your feet on my knees, which allowed me to let go of your legs. As we listened to they guy unzip his pants and start to piss into the urinal, I reached around and started playing with your clit. I could feel your pussy start to vibrate and pulse around my cock as the guy continued to

relieve himself less than a foot away from us.

Suddenly, you clamped your hands over your mouth as your orgasm started. I could feel your juices flowing around my cock as you came, and it was just the barest of miracles that the guy finished up, and left before you gave us both away. Just as the door closed behind him, you let out one clearly audible squeal, which drove me over the edge. My cum started blasting out of my cock, mixing with your hot pussy juices, and I could feel the power of each blast rock you as you laid back against me, exhausted from both the power of the orgasm and the impact of what we'd done. After resting for a minute, you got up, used some toilet paper and cleaned up, and I did what I'd originally come into the bathroom for while you dressed. Finally relieved, (in more ways than one!) we opened the bathroom door to leave, just as the attendant walked around the corner of the building. We smiled at him, as he first looked shocked, then, as he smiled back at us, we

walked to the car and drove on. Oh, we always had SUCH fun when we traveled!

Smiling to myself as I finished the memory, I dressed for the day, pulling clothes from the closet. I saw some of your dresses and blouses still hanging there. I hated to part with them as I was afraid your memory would fade if I got rid of everything. The kids had made me give away most of your clothes, and I'd even let myself be talked into taking down most of the pictures we'd taken over the years. But, not all. I reached over and ran my fingers down the sleeve of a pink silky-satin dress you'd bought to go to a New Years party in one year. It was a button down dress, soft to the touch, and you felt soooo wonderful wearing it. I always loved holding you while you were wearing it. I

lifted the sleeve to my nose, still able to smell the perfume you were wearing that night.

The party was in a huge high-rise in Chicago where some of my co-workers lived. They had organized a big celebration to kick off a new decade, and we'd decided to do it up right, since the party was being held by one of the big bosses. You'd bought the new dress, and were dressed to kill. Strappy high heels and seamed stockings accentuated the shape of your legs, and many times that night I'd watched you dance with one boss or salesman or just a guy that worked with us (I never could dance well, and you loved dancing…) and I'd seen you get more than one quick grope of your sexy tight ass as the dance wore on and the drinks flowed free. You didn't seem to mind, and you knew I didn't mind the occasional flirtation from a "stray". We shared a deep, passionate kiss as the clock struck midnight, and shared the first dance of the New Year together.

You danced a few more times, a couple of fast ones, then a slow one with a guy who must've been more hands than dance, as you came back to where I was sitting flushed and excited. You took me by the hand, gathered your coat and purse and we made our way to the elevator. We entered the elevator, which was empty, and as the doors closed, you attacked me with a heated fervor I'd rarely seen. The kiss you gave me was hot enough to melt the fillings in my mouth, and your hand quickly unzipped my pants and reached inside to play with my cock. Pulling it out, you started jacking it slowly, as we continued to kiss and play tongue tag. The elevator "dinged" and the doors opened to the

parking garage. You broke the kiss, and almost ran to the car. I "fixed" myself before stepping out, walking to the car as best I could with a hard dick. You were already in the back seat, your legs spread, and fingering yourself to a quick orgasm, as I opened the back door just in time to release your muted squeal as you came.

I grinned as I got in the back seat with you, and closed the door. I leaned forward, looking at your trimmed pussy, seeing the wetness of your juice on your fingers and panties. I licked at your pussy, relishing the taste of you, smiling inwardly as you started to cum a second time in just a couple minutes of me doing you oral. Sitting up, I unzip my pants again, and pull out my already hard cock. You swivel around, and almost devour me, licking and sucking my cock as if you'd not had anything to eat in weeks. As you were sucking my cock, I reached over you and pulled your skirt up, exposing your panty covered ass so I could touch and fondle you as you licked my cock. I raised up in the seat and turned over back the way you were, and took your panties off of you, so I could have easy access to your hot pussy. As I slid my cock into you, you started unbuttoning the dress. Starting in the middle, you worked to both ends, opening the dress wide so you were completely exposed to me in the back seat of that car. The car was moving in time to my thrusts and the hard nipples of your tits were moving counterpoint, your sighs and moans filling the inside of the car. We were going along good, when, without warning, the door at your head opened, revealing a rather large black man standing there looking down at your surprised face, the gold of his badge reflecting the overhead lights around the inside of the car.

We had been so into each other, we hadn't even noticed the security guard earlier, but he found us without a problem. Grinning down, he said we could either have some fun, or have some problems, whichever we wanted. You looked at me, and I looked at you, then you grinned to me, knowing what I wanted. Lying back, you reached up and unzipped his pants, releasing his very dark cock, which appeared almost as black as ink in comparison to the pale skin of your hand. His teeth glittered in the dark skin of his face as you started to jack him, pulling him to you so he could put his dick in your mouth, your tongue starting to wash the head of it, licking and swirling around it just before he started fucking it into your mouth.

I'd stopped fucking you as all this happened, just watching as you attended to him. Watching his black dick slide into your mouth, deeper and deeper. You never were able to deep throat him all the way, but he didn't seem to mind. I started moving in and out of you slowly as you sucked his cock, pushing deep into you and pushing you onto his cock with every stroke. He started moving with my rhythm, his cock dipping deeper into your mouth each time I shoved into your pussy. The harder I fucked, the harder he fucked, and the more you moaned around the cock in your mouth. I could feel you tense as your orgasm built, your silken legs wrapping around my back, pulling me into you. I watched as your hands crept around his ass, pulling him as deep as you could take him into your mouth, and suddenly, as if on cue, all three of us started cumming. Your orgasm making you squeal around his cock which set him off, sending cum shooting out of his cock deep down your throat, spurting out around the sides of your lips. The sight of the cum pouring from your mouth was sooo erotic, I started cumming into your pussy… blast after blast of my cum which had been building all night as I watched you dress, then dance at the party, then sucking on the black man's cock as we fucked in the back seat of our car. We rocked that way for a good couple of minutes, then the security guard smiled to us as he zipped up, and walked away. Bet he told that story quite a few times over the years. I know I've relived it a few times in my mind. Its kind of hard not to keep that night in mind, because our youngest daughter was conceived that night. But the dress and the smell of that perfume brings back the memories sooo strong. You enjoyed that night, even though we never did that particular thing again, you did speak of it from time to time when we made love, because you knew it never failed to turn me on beyond all belief.

I walked into the kitchen for a pot of coffee and some breakfast. It was funny. Today was going so well, and for once, my hands weren't even hurting. Today is a great day!

I poured water into the pot, and started the coffee. Turning on the stove for bacon and eggs, I got down a pan from the rack overhead. You always made some kind of breakfast for me. You weren't a big breakfast eater, but you knew I always wanted a little something when I got up. Sometimes bacon and eggs, sometimes just some donuts and milk. And, on rare occasion, you'd join me… but usually, you'd just sit and talk with me and drink coffee. Which was fine. We always had something to talk about. We enjoyed each other's company as much as we enjoyed sex.

I got the eggs out of the fridge, and bumped the kitchen table as I did. It creaked when I bumped it, which brought to mind one time when you were cooking dinner. I had just come home from work, and flipped on the TV (still black and white at the time….we didn't own a color one til later). You were in the kitchen, I walked in and gave you a "Hi, honey! I'm home!" kiss, when you kissed me harder in return. The quick kiss I usually got turned into one that just kept going and going. Thoughts of a beer before dinner quickly forgotten, as I pulled you tight, and took the kiss to the next level. You put your arms around my neck, and we just continued the kiss for what seemed like forever. I

think that was one of the most wonderful kisses I'd ever gotten in my life. I leaned you back on the kitchen table, knocking off a glass in the process, and lifted your skirt to find you without any underwear on at all. I smiled and had you for dinner that night, eating you through 2 orgasms, and fucking you through at least two more. The creaking from the kitchen table as I slid my cock in and out of you mixed with the moans and groans of you cumming, and the loud squeak as I burrowed into you deeply and growled my response. Every time that table squeaked from then on brought back memories of that evening, and some of the other times we'd made love in the kitchen.

I cooked and ate breakfast, and was standing at the sink washing the dishes I'd used, thinking about making love to you. We had managed to have sex in every room of the house several times, including the basement, which you weren't too fond of because of the spiders that loved to make nests in the corners from time to time. One time, as we were going at it on the washer, you jumped off my cock, and screamed because a spider crawled on your hand just as you were about to cum. I killed the spider, standing in front of the washer with my pants down around my ankles, my still hard cock waving in the breeze. It took a year or so, but we finally got the washer "initiated" properly. And, the one we replaced it with too, a few years later.

As I put the freshly washed pan into the dish drainer, I looked out the window to the gazebo I'd built for you in the back yard. We used to sit out there on warm summer nights and look at the stars, watch the fireflies late at night when the kids were asleep. And, a couple times, even though there were neighbors around, we made love out there

on the floor of the gazebo, the cicadas fiddling their way through another summer night. Sex in the gazebo was often slow and sweet as we enjoyed the warmth of the boards on our bodies, and the time stolen alone from the noise and the kids and the day to day work. Just some time for us.

Smiling fondly, I looked over at the garage and remembered the time we'd gotten a quickie out there one Saturday morning. I'd started mowing the yard (hated the old push mowers!) and had stopped for a minute to grab a file and sharpen a blade. You came out of the house with a glass of lemonade for me, and you watched as I stroked the file down the blade, again and again. Just as I stood to put the file back on the table, you moved over to me and simply said "Fuck me." Never one to turn down a good opportunity, I pulled you to me, but you pushed me away, not wanting to get my sweat on your dress.

You stepped back, turned around, lifted the back of your dress, and presented me with your pussy. "Fuck me" you said again. I unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already hard cock (ah, the abilities of the young!), stepped up behind you and started sticking it in. You sighed and quivered as I slowly sank into your dripping pussy, gasping as I finally buried to the hilt. Moving back and forth, I watched my cock as it went in and out of your pussy, glistening in the sunshine through the windows from the wetness of you. I held your hips and did exactly what you wanted. I fucked you. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, knowing that anybody could come by and look in the garage door windows

and see me fucking you over the workbench. So erotic was it, that, all too soon, I felt the cum start boiling in my balls, and flow through my dick, erupting into you. Feeling the cum flowing into your pussy set you off, as you stiffened and shuddered as your own orgasm hit. We stood locked like that for a few minutes, just relishing the afterglow of the hot fuck we'd just shared. I pulled out, and you let your dress drop back into place. You reached up and carefully kissed me on the lips (still not getting my sweat on your dress) then walked back into the house, looking over your shoulder as you went in with a gleam in your eyes and a grin on your face. I was never so grateful for a glass of lemonade as I was that day.

With a sigh, I walked into the living room, still reminiscing about the sharp taste of the lemonade and the expression on your face that day. Opening the curtains, I watched the cars going past on the street, all hustle and bustle on this sunny spring morning. You used to sit on the couch in front of the window here and read a book, or sew, or just watch TV. We'd had sex untold numbers of times on that couch, and I'd even watched you masturbate a few times as we watched some X-rated movies. There was a postman you were fond of teasing as you sat on that couch, sometimes giving him a glimpse of a "little too much" as you sat and read the paper, or a book as he had to come to the front door where the mailbox is. You and he played that game for a long time, until he left a note with the mail saying he was moving. It was kind of like the passing of an era for you, and I think you sometimes missed him and your morning teases.

I opened the front door, retrieved the morning paper and the mail from the box, and closed it back. Nothing in the paper, as usual. The comics weren't even funny today. A quick look through the mail, nothing but ads today, not even a bill for once. I smiled as I remembered your saying for mail like today's. "No bills are good bills!" I guess I heard you say that thousands of times, but I never really thought I'd miss it. But today, I smiled as I heard you say those words again in my mind.

Walking over to my easy chair, I picked up the remote to flip on the TV. Sitting down, I didn't. I placed the remote back on the table and just looked over to the couch. Over to the place where you'd sat at least once every day since we'd owned it. I remembered the last time you'd sat on that couch, just watching out the window. Watching the clouds and the cars go by. You looked at me and said, "Take me to the bedroom and make love to me."

I'd been reading the paper, some nondescript story about some political nonsense that was the topic of the day. I looked up to you, folded the paper and placed it on the chair. I walked over to the couch, and picked you up, which wasn't something you were really expecting, and carried you to the bedroom enjoying the feel of you in my arms, enjoying the feel of your arms around my neck. I placed you gently on the bed, and laid beside you. Gently, we exchanged kisses, slowly unbuttoning and unsnapping each others clothes, the slowness as much a factor of time as of the passion we felt. We weren't young any more, but the love was there. And the desire for each other. Finally naked, I looked at you, seeing the beautiful young girl you were, and seeing the magnificent woman you were. You smiled at the look in my eyes, and pulled me to you, on top of you, kissing me, touching my arms, my back, my chest, not caring about the gray in my hair, or the lines in my face, caring about them as little as I cared about the same things in yours.

My cock stiffened again as you reached down and jacked me slowly, then guided me into you. The sigh you made as I entered you was so familiar, yet still as exciting to me as it was the first time I heard it so many years ago. I slowly made love to you, my cock moving slowly in and out, feeling your pussy around my cock, still wonderful after all the times we'd made love, had sex, or even just flat out fucked. Sex that day was wonderful. I was able to stay hard long enough for you to have two orgasms as I fucked you, then I rolled us over and held you close as I fucked up into you for one last one from you. I came then, and we laid there for about an hour afterward, just holding each other. Sharing touches and kisses, then pulling the covers over ourselves, holding each other close as we drifted into sleep. I remember waking that afternoon, still holding you in my arms, but knowing something was different. And, without moving, I knew you'd gone on to wait for me, gone on to find a place for us to be.