Liaisons Pt 01

Author's Note, Thanks again to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.

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Rachel Johnson parked her car then headed to the low bluffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was a favorite spot to watch the sunset. And this day, a Friday, she expected a good one.

As she zipped up her jacket against the late March breeze, she saw a young man scrambling about the rocks taking photos. 'A good day to take photos,' she thought to herself. And as she watched him, she noted he was rather good looking. The clouds had gathered, obscuring the setting sun, but creating a crimson sky.

The young man seemed oblivious to her and focused on the clouds as he moved closer to her. When he was in shouting distance, Rachel called out, "Gorgeous sunset!"

The man turned to her in acknowledgement before returning his attention to the scene. But a moment later, he turned around for a longer look at her. He started moving closer, occasionally looking at the sunset.

"Lost the light," he said, turning and looking her over. He had a hard time gauging gauging her age. Forty? Maybe mid-forties, he wondered. But more, it was the air about her--she seemed to radiate a beauty that was hard to pin down. In any case, he was already captivated.

"Really? Looks beautiful to me," she replied.

"Yes, beautiful," the man retorted, never taking his eyes off her.

Rachel smiled, wondering if he meant that as a double entendre. She took the opportunity to look him over. Scandinavian looks! Tall enough, with piercing blue eyes that could cut to her heart. Add a beard, and she could imagine him as a Viking.

"I come here for sunset whenever I can. Always lovely," she said, collecting herself.

"Yes! I just discovered the spot myself. A lot of photo opportunities."

"Are you a professional?"

"No!" he laughed. "Just an enthusiast. And college keeps me busy enough. Oh, I'm Alex."

"Rachel! Pleased to meet you."

Rachel offered her hand, which he shook with care while maintaining eye contact. She deduced he was a student at the nearby university.

"A student," she continued, hoping to keep the conversation going. "Have a major?"

"Physics. And a minor in history."

"Interesting combination," Rachel commented.

"Physics as a career path, history because it's not one."

Rachel chuckled at the truth of it.

The sky was dimming, and Alex suggested he'd taken too much of her time. His courteousness seemed too nice. Or maybe he was trying to get away. Rachel, feeling a bit brazen, made a suggestion.

"Uh, I was going to get some dinner. There's a little Italian place down the road. If you don't have plans, perhaps you can join me, and tell me about physics... and history."

A smile grew on his face. "Yes, I know it. Never been there."

Rachel pulled out her phone and confirmed a table was available. They walked to her BMW, where he opened the door for her.

'If he's trying to impress, he is doing a great job,' Rachel thought to herself. She then watched him get into an old, beat-up Toyota. 'Ah, the poor student. How I remember,' she thought.

Rachel pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and as she got out of her car, she found Alex holding the door.

"Quite the gentleman, aren't you?" Rachel exclaimed, with an arched eyebrow.

"My mother taught me manners."

"Tell your mother she did well," she replied, unconsciously taking his arm.

Inside, they were shown a table for two, and out of the way. A bit too romantic, Rachel thought, with a smile. He helped her off with her jacket, reinforcing her sense that he knew how to treat a woman.

It gave Alex a chance to look her over. The tight-knit top showed off her slim form. She obviously kept in shape. But the material failed to hide the hard nipples capping her small, yet nicely shaped breasts.

'He's still in college!' she told herself. 'My God, he must be twenty, no, twenty-five years younger!'

She ordered a glass of wine, and he followed suit, with the server asking to see his ID.

'Twenty-one, at least!' she smiled to herself.

He explained he was finishing his junior year and his various interests. She found him, to her surprise, to be a lively conversationalist. And when he discovered she had a passion for English history, particularly the War of the Roses, he seemed to be hanging on her every word. But the conversation turned to their personal lives.

"Now, why is such a nice young man like you without a date on a Friday night?"

"Seems I have a date," he replied, with a smirk.

"You know what I mean."

"Let's just say I'm between girlfriends. And you?" he continued.

She explained she had been divorced for three years. And that her ex had traded her in for a younger model.

"But..." she continued, " he had money. And the divorce cost him dearly. So as compensation, I'm financially independent."

"Wealthy AND beautiful! You must be beating guys off with a stick."

'Beautiful!' She liked the sound of that coming from him.

"Ha! Don't fool yourself. I don't want another alpha male. Or someone too interested in my wealth. But let's just say, I haven't been celibate since my divorce."

They chatted some more, until the check arrived, which she snatched up. "I invited you. Besides, admit it, you're a starving student."

"Not starving," he protested.

"Figuratively. Save your money. Perhaps, you can buy another time."

The look in his eyes made her wonder if he took her joke too seriously. Or was it a joke? And what was he thinking? That look, the wine, and her own feelings were beginning to affect her.

They walked out into the cool night air, and as Alex saw her to her car, asked, "Tomorrow? Busy?"

"What did you have in mind?" Rachel smiled, warming up to the idea.

"Oh... The park, or a museum. Maybe a walk on the beach."

The idea of a walk on the beach with a man like him fancied Rachel, and she agreed. And after a place and time was set, Alex helped her into her car and watched her drive off.

As she drove home, the idea of such a young man being available made Rachel wonder if the stars were aligning. She never played a cougar, but he was too tempting.

Saturday was a warm sunny day and Rachel made the most of it. She put on shorts and a tight tank-top that showed off her form perfectly. That afternoon, Rachel pulled into the parking lot near the entrance to the beach, and found Alex already waiting for her. He was in shorts and a T-shirt, showing off his trim form. If there was a male-body type she liked, it was his -- a checkbox ticked off. And she could see he was getting an eyeful of her.

They walked north along a less used part of the beach populated with just a few sunbathers and surfers. They talked and learned some more about each other. And his love of classical music was another box ticked off. Some parts of the beach were a bit rocky, and when they had to hop over a small boulder, Alex offered his hand, which, after, she didn't release.

So, hand-in-hand, they strolled on, with Rachel taking a peek at his face, and finding a smile of satisfaction on it. And Rachel was also feeling quite satisfied, while fighting off thoughts about the possibilities.

After a couple hours of walking, they headed back, settling on a rock not far from the parking lot to watch the sun settle low over the ocean. It was getting colder, and Rachel regretted not bringing a jacket.

"Cold?" he asked. Then he sat close to her on her opposite side. "I can as least be a wind break."

Rachel was happy to accept and nestled a little closer to him. If she could have read his mind, she would have found he was enjoying it just as much, and that he was also wondering where this was headed.

As soon as the sun had set, Rachel declared her desire to get out of the wind. And as they walked back, Rachel made an offer. "I enjoy a good restaurant, but don't often have someone to join me. If your ego can handle it, let me treat you to a good dinner."

"A dinner with a charming woman? Certainly! And my ego is not that fragile."

"Good!" she declared. "I'll make reservations. Why don't we meet at my place."

It was agreed, and after Alex saw her off, he drove back to campus to change.

Back home, Rachel quickly changed. Wherever this was going, she could at least show off tonight in heels and a one-piece dress with a short skirt that showed off her fine legs.

Alex followed the directions to an upscale neighborhood. Then into the driveway of a large, but secluded home.

Rachel opened her door to find Alex in a sports jacket. "My, you clean up nicely," she teased.

He looked her over from head to toe, and replied, "I suspected I had to be in top form. I was right."

"My car, but you drive," she suggested. He helped her into her BMW before driving them to the steakhouse she had chosen; knowing any young man would be happy with steak. There, she ordered a top bottle of wine, a new experience for him. And over dinner, each wondered what the other was thinking as their mutual attraction grew over the evening.

As they drove back, Rachel was determined to see that the night wasn't over.

"The night is still young, perhaps a nightcap?" she asked.

"Inviting a man you barely know to your place?" he quipped, with mock seriousness.

"I trust your mother did a good job raising a gentleman."

He answered with a smile, to which she could only answer with her own.

"Nice place!" he said, as he entered her home.

"Yes. Silly. Five bedrooms and just me. My sister and her family visit occasionally. So, it's easy to accommodate them. Now! That nightcap."

She led him to her liquor cabinet and started offering choices. But Alex was distracted. He knew what he wanted. And he suspected what Rachel wanted. But her calling him a gentleman, and the air about her made him hesitate. His ego was telling him to make a move. Yet, something held him back.

"...Perhaps a rye?" she asked, then found him looking at her intensely.

They looked at each other in silence.

"Is this really about a nightcap?" he asked.

His simple question had torn away the charade. They looked at each other a bit more before Rachel stepped up to him.

"You do cut to the chase," Rachel replied, moving closer. Then, she kissed him, letting her lips linger as Alex made no move. Waiting to judge his reaction, she said, "Seems I've let you into my home."

Alex took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. His libido was eager to get her into bed. But something about her made him want to do this right and to take it slow. For Rachel, he was unlike any guy she remembered from her college days. His touch seemed perfect. And that look in his eyes before kissing her again, with his hands caressing her back, added to her growing interest in him.

Their kissing became more passionate, their embrace, tighter. Rachel wanted to get more comfortable and taking his hand, led him to the sofa. As Alex sat next to her, he fretted. He knew they would wind up in bed, yet he was afraid he'd make a mistake. It felt like the first time he made love to a girl. There was something about her, a sophistication that attracted him. His sole focus was to please this classy woman as best he could.

Alex had barely sat down when Rachel wrapped her arms around him and returned to kissing him even more fervently. Tongues were being freely shared, as each started exploring the other's body with their hands. With his hand on Rachel's thigh, Alex looked her in the eyes before moving to her neck and licking it.

Rachel's passion was beyond the point of no return as her hand moved between his legs and felt the bulge in his pants. This encouraged him to move to her breasts and feel them through the fabric.

She wanted him -- all of him! Rachel took off his shirt, then undid his belt as she locked eyes on his. She desired him to be in no doubt as to what she wanted. With his fly unzipped, she reached in and pulled out his hard cock, pleased at knowing he was equally turned on.

He was more than happy to cooperate, as she pulled down his slacks, followed by her eyes flowing back and forth between his eyes and his erection. She felt it, her fingers feeling its length as she looked deeply into his eyes.

Alex was taken aback by her aggressiveness. He expected to wage a slow siege in winning over her passion. Yet here she was on the offensive! He gave her a minute to admire his manhood -- trying not to enjoy her fondling it too much -- before retaking the initiative. He stood and dispensed with his slacks, giving her a chance to look over, what was in her eyes -- the epitome of young masculinity.

Standing before her naked, Alex had her stand as well, before unzipping her dress, and letting it fall to the floor. He guided her to sit again, then knelt before her, removing her heels, capping it by kissing each foot as if worshipping them. Next, were her panties, obliging her to shimmy as he slid them off. With both of them naked, and this gorgeous man kneeling before her as if in obeyance, Rachel froze as his eyes drank her in; his hands caressing her thighs. He pulled her closer, giving her a kiss that was not hard, but more sensual.

He licked her neck, before Alex's lips seemed instinctively pulled to her breasts, circling a nipple before sucking it into his mouth as Rachel closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair.

'Sensual! That was it!' she thought. Rachel had imagined an evening of fun with a young stud. But she never expected him to be able to shatter her control like this. His tongue traced a line to the other nipple, giving it equal treatment. His lips continued down to her navel, then to a thigh, which he lingered on, as Rachel leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes, and surrendered herself to what she knew was coming.

Alex, parting her legs, licked his way to her inner thigh, taking his time, fully knowing the effect it was having on her. She felt his lips moving closer to her womanhood and opened her eyes, only to see his piercing eyes looking back, just at the moment his tongue parted the curtains to her inner core.

"Fuuuck..." she moaned, to this first sensation of his tongue probing her.

He dug his tongue deeply before sliding it up to her clit, causing her to shudder. Slowly, his tongue worked her essence as he could feel the power he had over her passion. Yet, his focus was to please. To pleasure this exquisite woman like no other.

His hands caressed every inch of her body, as his tongue worked its magic. And he could feel her restless passion growing, driving him on.

Rachel, her eyes still closed, grabbed his head, as she felt him pleasure her in a way she couldn't remember. While her body squirmed, he slowly increased his pace as her breathing became erratic. Her climax was approaching, and Alex wanted to let it build. He slowed his pace, then withdrew to kiss her wet slit. Rachel whimpered and grabbed his head, pressing it hard against her womanhood.

She could barely breathe at this point, her body tense, as she muttered his name. He could no longer leave her on the edge like this, and drove his tongue deeper, before ravaging her clit.

Her orgasm came like a tidal wave as Rachel cried out, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Alex couldn't recall a lover cumming like this. His tongue continued to pleasure her until she pushed his head away. Rachel covered her mouth, trying to hold back her giggles.

Alex, satisfied with the bliss written on her face, licked her thigh, satisfied for the moment at getting her off. But he wanted more and probed her drenching pussy with his tongue.

Rachel gasped, "Alex! No!" Yet, she didn't resist, and slowly, he worked her into another frenzy until another orgasm washed over her.

"Alex! Come here!" she begged, when that orgasm passed.

He leaned forward, still kneeling between her legs and kissed her, as Rachel grabbed his head, returning his kiss with abandon. She was desperate to please him. She decided to suck him off, wanting to taste his cum, and to demonstrate she was happy to suck on a cock.

Rachel had him sit and took her turn kneeling between his legs. She held his shaft up. And as she caressed his sack, her tongue traced a line repeatedly up and down his cock, ending with a twirl of its head. She locked eyes on his, as she let it slide past her lips and deeply taking in his shaft.

It was his turn to fall back on the sofa, moaning, as this sensual woman pleasured him. Rachel loved the feeling of a cock in her mouth. And it was doubly so with him. She altered between bobbing on his cock and licking it, as she watched him losing control. When he called her name, Rachel sucked on him faster until his cock started throbbing.

The first large spurt of cum hit the back of her mouth, followed quickly by another. More cum followed as she did her best to swallow it. Some dribbled down his shaft and onto her hand as he continued to come. With his orgasm over, Rachel looked at this man, a smile of satisfaction across his face, and spent a little more time sucking on his splendid cock. She followed up by licking his cum off her fingers as she looked at him seductively.

"You certainly are virile! Been saving that up?" she teased, as she sat beside him.

Alex took Rachel in his arms and kissed her as she reached for his crotch and found his manhood hardly phased by that orgasm.

She stood, taking his hand, and demanded, "Make love to me."

Rachel led him to her spacious master bedroom, where she threw herself on the bed, and lay there like an offering.

Alex moved beside Rachel and resumed kissing her, as her hand glided over his body, and ending on his hard cock. His hand moved between her thighs to her dripping pussy. He rolled on top of her, and with eyes locked on each other, she held his manhood to her entrance, as he drove it in.

"Yes..." she hissed, feeling him drive to her depths.

"Rachel..." he whispered.

Alex slowly fucked her as her hands glided over his body. His lovemaking was unhurried, making it all the more erotic, as he kissed her, more lovingly than passionately. He fucked her for some time this way, until he rolled them over, giving Rachel a chance to be on top.

Rachel straddled him, grinding on this young man's hard cock buried deep inside her and looked into his eyes. Alex sat up and sucked on her nipples a minute before lying back and watching this passionate woman ride him. Rachel was nearly delirious with desire as she rode him, feeling his cock plunging deeply, over and over. When his fingers started pinching her nipples, it sent her over the edge to another orgasm. She collapsed on top of him, her body spasming, and rested her head on his chest as he pounded her to a prolonged climax.

And he continued to pound her when that orgasm passed, until she sat up and ground her pussy on his shaft. "Yes! Do it!" she begged, seeing he was on the edge of cumming.

He grunted, thrusting his hips, and driving his cock, and his load deeply inside her.

"Fuck!" Rachel cried out, knowing his sperm was filling her womb. He held his cock as deeply as he could, as more of his seed was released inside her.

His body went limp as the last of his cum was spent. Rachel stayed still, straddling him with his cock still inside her and admiring him.

She rested her head on his chest, and whispered, "You are quite a lover!"

Alex put a finger under her chin and brought her lips to his, and said, "I usually hold out longer, unless the woman is particularly irresistible." He kissed her gently while lightly caressing her back.

It was that tenderness of his that was getting to her most; that he had more than one speed.

When his cock finally retreated from her well-lubricated pussy, Rachel moved beside him, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her. It was a spot from which she could admire his lean body. They said nothing, giving her time to think. She was already imagining more Fridays like this.