My dear readers, I couldn't leave the story with just the first chapter. It wasn't the complete story. I'm not sure the second chapter will complete it either. Life still goes on...
I kept up my running. It was something I needed to do. It was more out of habit than anything now. I kept watching the house to see if it would sell. I hadn't seen any moving trucks there and wondered if their things had been removed from the house. The market was down and houses in the area were not selling. In a way I kept hoping to see him again. He knew how to make love and I liked the way he made me feel. This had been quality sex. It was totally opposite of what I got in New York or with others I had met. That was just sex, which was what this was in the beginning. I felt him when he was inside me. I tingled from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. I kept dreaming of him and always orgasmed in my dreams. It was just like being with him. I never failed to have an orgasm or several with him. He made sure I was satisfied and really like to see me quiver and moan. He told me that. He liked to give me multiple orgasms just to see how many I could have. We never got to where I had to refuse to have more because I was too tender. I usually had to mount him long before then.
Other guys weren't like that. The men I had been with seemed to be more concerned in getting themselves off than making sure I was satisfied. That's why I wasn't with someone right now. That's why I spent two weeks in New York each year, just trying to get enough to satisfy me for the rest of the year. Well, since I met David, I really found out the two weeks in New York were not enough. I needed more. I needed David. I needed this affair. I guess I should have been more in tune with his and his wife's needs but then I found myself being selfish. I kept looking and hoping.
I had removed the blanket from what I called our place and cleaned the area up. We had left a few wine bottles there and some other stuff and occasionally I walked back in there to reminisce. This was sad times for me. When I was there, I had to get myself off several times just thinking about him, wishing he was there with me but such is life.
It was late summer now early fall just beginning to show. The air was getting cooler and shorts and halter gave away to sweatpants and sweat shirt on my runs. I didn't wear anything under them. It felt good to be somewhat free of tight fitting shorts and halter or t-shirts that I usually wore. I no longer wore a sport bra at all. I liked being free. I liked the feel of my nipples rubbing against the soft cloth of my sweat shirt. It kind of kept them excited and hardened. The one drawback to the sweatpants and shirt was it hid my body. Unless one had seen me before in my shorts, one couldn't make out my tight body and I no longer got the stares from the men that saw me or the women for that matter. Not that I cared. I did like some of the looks I got though. It excited me. My thoughts were more involved with David, the older man that knew how to make love. I missed him and wanted him more than ever now that I couldn't have him. I wondered if I would ever see him again.
It was a Saturday morning this morning of my run, a dreary day beginning with a cold drizzle. I wondered if I would be warm enough in my sweatpants and shirt and if I would keep dry enough. Well I thought if I run hard and fast, I could get back home and take a hot shower before I got chilled. I was well into my run, sweating hard even though the drizzle was cold and beginning to seep through my clothes when I saw a strange sight ahead. Smoke was drifting out of his chimney. I still thought of it as his chimney even though the place was still for sale and empty. I wondered if it sold.
The possibility of seeing him again excited me. It had been several months since our last encounter and I was starved for affection. I sped up but when I got to his driveway, I paused thinking what if it wasn't him. I looked around hoping he would see me or I would see him. There was no car in the driveway and no one looking out the window. I stood there looking and thinking. He doesn't know my fall run schedule so he wouldn't be looking for me.
The sign was still up so the place hadn't sold. Do I take the chance to walk up and see who was there? I threw caution to the wind and walked up the driveway stopping to peek into the nearest window. No one was in this room. I kept next to the house and walked around it peeking into all the windows hoping I wouldn't be seen but having the excuse that I was looking at the house possibly to buy in case I was questioned. I didn't see anyone although I heard coughing in the bathroom. The window was frosted so I couldn't see in.
I found myself at the front door now cold and wet. Do I knock? I decided I had to. I was dying inside. I knocked lightly, shivering as I did it. It was either from the cold or nerves but it didn't matter. Oh god I thought, let it be him. No answer so I knocked louder. I heard someone walking across the room. I stood there shivering and hoping. The door opened and I found myself looking at him. He had a shocked look on his face as I rushed into his arms.
"Oh David," I gasp as I held on to him shivering, not bothering to look around, hoping we were alone.
"Sara, oh Sara," he gasp back. "You're wet and shivering. Let's get you dry."
His hands were already under my sweatshirt and I raised my arms as he pulled the soaked shirt over my head. His mouth quickly found one of my nipples as he leaned down to them. His lips sent a shiver through me as his hands found the waistband of my sweatpants and started tugging them down. My hands were already working on his belt and the snap of his pants when his lips left my breasts and found mine. We embraced and kissed deeply, lost in this deep and passionate kiss. My arms were around his neck, his were around my waist still tugging at the waist band trying to push my pants down further. I held him that way continuing our kisses as I let him slide the pants down to just below my very wet mound of passion. One of his hands felt me there, discovering how hot I was, how much I needed him.
It was that moment that I broke our kiss and pulled him down to the carpeted floor while wiggling and kicking free of my pants. I quickly had his shirt off and was working with his pants as he hovered over me. He was fondling and touching me everywhere and finally had to stop and help me remove his pants. His hardness sprung free finally from its confines and I grasp it and brought the engorged head to my lips and kissed it, tasting the slight saltiness of a little excited pearl that had formed at its opening. I sucked him in, trying to take all of him into my mouth wanting to taste more of him, wanting to suck him dry as I pumped his rod. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could swallow him and tease him and suck on him when he was most tender. This would prolong his lovemaking to me later on after what I hoped would be very long oral sex with multiple orgasms. I was ready now to see how many I could have. I wanted him to tease me until way past where I was so tender that I would beg him to stop.
At first he fought me, wanting to enter my moist cave of passion but quickly gave in as I brought him to, what he told me later, was a ball squeezing orgasm.
"Oh god Sara, that sent an aching through me and curled my toes," he exclaimed as he grasp my head and pulled himself free from me. "My balls ache like you have drained everything from them. I wonder if I will be able to recover. "
"You will," I said as I smiled up at him. I gathered some of his cum that had escaped out the corner of my mouth onto my finger and sucked at it. "You will recover and make slow love to me. I want you to try to suck me dry."
With that, I pulled him down onto me as I lay back on the floor and engaged him in very deep and passionate kissing. I didn't give him any time to recover figuring there would be plenty of time as his hands and mouth explored me. I was in heaven again as I lay there and let him do as he wanted, actually what I wanted. His hands, lips and mouth explored me like it was our first time. It was when his mouth found my moist opening and slid up and began teasing my clit I had my first hard orgasm. I quivered as he sucked at me and as I came down, he slid his mouth up to my breasts and sucked at them before continuing up to my mouth and kissed me passionately. I was surprised he had recovered so quickly as I felt his hardness probing at my opening and starting to slide in.
"No love, not yet, please not yet. This time I want you to give me as many orgasms as you can before you enter me. I don't want you to stop until I beg you to stop, that I can't do any more. We've never done this. I've never done this."
He leaned back on his knees puling himself free and looked at me. There was this surprised longing look in his eyes. "Are you sure you want me to do this my love?"
"Yes."
