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Everything in my professional life had been turning to pure gold.  I specialized in programming with archaic languages and was also very talented with the most modern languages and databases.  My clients all appreciated my ablity to transform their very old systems into and onto new, modern technology.  One of my current clients, a pharmaceutical, had allowed me over the six years I had worked there to go from twenty hours a week part time, to billing sixty to eighty hour weeks.

That was where the problems set in.  Professionally, I was making a boat load of money.  My personal life was nonexistent.  During those years, my ex-wife left me to “discover herself”.  I hired a private investigator to keep tabs on her and make sure she was safe.  After about six months, I learned she had settled in a commune somewhere in Colorado, and was “discovering” many people daily.  I terminated his monthly reports and finally bid farewell to a woman I had loved deeply and cared for tremendously.

After a meeting with my boss’s boss, my boss, Janet came to my office and sat.  She was a very nice woman, about my age, married with three kids all under the age of ten.  Life and her daily workout routine had been good to her and she kept her body in very nice shape.  I always enjoyed talking with Janet.  Not just because she was so pretty, nor because she had a very nice body, but because she was a real person. There was no pretense to her, no phoniness, just a very nice person who always listened when we spoke.

Crossing her legs, she said, “Hank, I want you to take some time off.”

“Janet,” I replied shaking my head, “I don’t need any time off.  I love what I do and you and your boss are keeping me plenty busy.  You heard him not ten minutes ago.  He’s added at least five more projects to my list.  The list isn’t getting any smaller.”

“The last thing I need to happen is for you to burn out.”

“When I started here, there were three systems you needed converted.  I’ve managed to complete two to thee every six months and now have twenty more that need to be done.”

“Then get some more people to help you.  You can even sub-contract them to us and take a cut for yourself.  I have the budget.”

“Janet, you know I’ve tried that twice and neither person worked out.  It only served to increase my load.  I’m fine as long as you have the time to let me work through them at my own pace.”

“Your pace is fine, Hank.  I’m just worried about you.”

“No need to worry, but thank you for your concern.”

“The other thing I wanted to talk to you about is that I need a favor.”

“Sure Janet.  Name it.”

“Have I ever mentioned my sister?”

“A few times, yeah.”

“Well, she’s a Structural Engineer and lives and works in South Jersey with our mom.  She’s taking tomorrow, Friday and next week off.  She has an interview up here in Allentown on Friday and she and mom are going to spend the week visiting.”

“That sounds really nice.  Are you taking some time off to be with her,” I asked thinking she wanted me to take some time off when she was not in the office.

“No, Tom and I are taking the kids on Saturday and going to visit some of mom’s friends out in Harrisburg.  Ginny, my sister, well, I thought she could use some time away from mom.  I was wondering if you might like to meet her and entertain her for the day.”

“I don’t know Janet, I’ve been on my share of blind dates, and they never really go very well.  Maybe she would just like the time to be alone.”

“That’s what I don’t want.  She just gave up on her two-timing boyfriend and they split up for good.  I think she could use some company, meet a nice guy and have a pleasant day.  I thought maybe you could take her to Longwood Gardens and just spend the day.”

“Janet, come on.  When Audrey and I split up, I just enjoyed being by myself.  I just threw myself into my work and it’s turned out fine.  She’ll be fine.”

“Hank, all judgements aside, you’ve become kind of one dimensional.  All work and no social life.  Look, she’s just a couple of years younger than us, a professional woman, she’s a good conversationalist and knows how to listen.  And she’s pretty.  I think a pretty woman on your arm for a day might do you both some good.”

“You do, do you?”

“Yes I do.  Just be nice.  She in kind of a bad place right now and doesn’t need any drama.  So, be at my house at nine on Saturday.”

“Okay Janet.  I’ll be there.”

The next two days were spent like every other day, head down, doing my thing at my desk.  I was dreading Saturday.  I had tried to find a social account for her, or a picture someplace on the net but came up empty even though I knew Janet’s maiden name.  Every other blind date I had ever gone on where one person tells me my date is a great conversationalist and is pretty, turned out to be a marathon bore with a gorgeous orangutan.  If that’s what happened Saturday, I was going to bring Janet a bag of lemons on Monday.

I woke early Saturday, showered, shaved and dressed for a long day of walking through the gardens.  I wore chinos, a polo shirt and comfortable shoes and headed out the door after having a light breakfast.  If this Ginny person had not eaten, we could stop for something along the way, otherwise I would be good for the morning.  I had made reservations for dinner at a place in Philadelphia just in case, but they could easily be cancelled.

I pulled into Janet’s driveway and found Tom loading his SUV for his trip with his mother-in-law.  We had always gotten along fairly well, at company functions and such, and fell into an easy banter.  

Not being able to stand it any longer, I said, “So Tom, tell me about your sister-in-law.”

“Oh,” he said with a short derisive chuckle, “best if you find out on your own.  Come on, they’re in the kitchen.”

He led the way through the garage and den and into the kitchen, announcing our presence, “Hey Janet, look who I found wandering around outside.”

Janet came over to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.  This had been her greeting to me anytime we were not in work.  

“Hank, it’s good to see you.  Ginny just went upstairs to brush her teeth and finish getting ready.  Hank, I’d like you to meet my mom, Lillian.  Mom, this is the fellow I told you about that I work with, Hank.”

“Lillian,” I said taking her offered hand and kissing it gently, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.  Janet has often spoken of you.”

“Thank you Hank, it’s always a pleasure to meet a gentleman,” she said giving Tom a sideways glance and then a smile.

“I’d kiss your hand too mom, but I always seem too busy kissing your feet.”

We all laughed and continued to speak to each other in the light tone that had been set.  That was until Ginny walked into the room.  I do not know if this really happened or not, but for me, the entire world stood still.

If I had seen Ginny on the street, I would have told you that she must be a model or an actress or something.  Her beauty was not just stunning, but radiant.  Her golden hair flowed gracefully across her shoulders and down her chest.  Grey blue eyes gazed at me with smiles in them.  Her perfect lips, with just a hint of pink gloss, curved into a easy grin exposing her beautiful teeth.  I could not really tell what she hid under her loose fitting shirt, and it fell to almost mid thigh, but her skin tight jeans clung to long shapely legs under her five foot ten frame.  She wore stylish sneaks to complete the outfit perfectly suited for our excursion. 

I caught myself, embarrassed and blushing, just staring at the exquisite creature that had brightened the room.

“Hank,” Janet laughed, “shut your yap and roll in you tongue.  I’d like you to meet my sister Ginny.  Ginny, this is Hank.”

I stepped over to Ginny and took her offered hand saying, “Ginny, it’s a pleasure to meet you.  I apologize for being speechless, I’m usually a little better than that.”

As with her mom, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.  Unlike with her mom, I did not bend, but remained standing straight and gazed into what I can only describe as her azure pools.  

“Thank you Hank.  Janet told me all about you last night and said we are going to a place called The Longwood Gardens.  Have you been there before?”

“Yes,” I replied, “twice.  Since it’s spring, the flowers should all be in bloom.  It’s beauty might just come close to yours.”

It was Ginny’s turn to blush, but she made light of it by affecting a southern drawl, pantomimed fanning herself with her hand and saying, “Well I declare kind sir, you seem to have given me a slight case of the vapors.”

“Enough you two,” Lillian said.  “Get real and get going.”

I liked Lillian, she seemed to be a real person with a good grip on reality.  Janet told us they would be very late getting home and gave Ginny a duplicate set of keys to the house.  She walked us to the door and told us to enjoy our day. 

I escorted Ginny to my car, open and held her door as she settled into her seat.  We were soon on our way, speaking easily with each other, laughing at and with each other’s wry sense of humor.  During our trip there and throughout the day, our conversation never seemed to falter or even slow.  As we walked the paths in the garden, a degree of boldness developed in me and I reached for her hand.

“I was waiting for you to do that,” she said.  “I was beginning to fear you might not.”

“I would have earlier of course, but Janet…”

“Hank, stop,” she said continuing to stroll, “outside of work, don’t listen to a thing my sister says, especially as it concerns me.  She’s the absolute best sister in the world, but I’m not thirteen.  We’ve both grown up and I don’t need her protection anymore.”

“Duly noted,” I said.

As we started for home, I asked how hungry Ginny was.  She said she was famished and wanted to know if there was a good place nearby in Philadelphia.  I told her I had made reservations at Moroccan restaurant and that our timing was perfect.  We got close, parked and enjoyed a delightful meal.  The service was exceptional and the belly dancers that entertained us seemed to enjoy dancing for us as much as we enjoyed watching them.

Back on the road, Ginny asked if I lived near her sister.

“About fifteen minutes away.  Close but not too close, why?”

“I hate to invite myself over, but instead of taking me to her house, could we go to your place and relax for a while.  I just don’t want to go to an empty house right now.”

“Don’t give it a second thought,” I said.  “How’s this sound, I’ll light some candles, put on some soft music, open a nice bottle of wine and we can just relax and spend some more time together.  I’ve really enjoyed being with you today Ginny.  To be honest, I was dreading having the night end.”

“Thank you Hank, that’s really sweet,” she said leaning over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek.  “I don’t want it to end either.  You’ve been so nice to me all day and for the first time in years and years, I’ve had a nice time with a gentleman.  I’ve really enjoyed our conversation.”

“Thanks Ginny.  It’s been a true pleasure being with and talking with you.”

“You know what I wish?” She asked.

“What,” I queried afraid she was going to take this somewhere that would get me in Dutch with her sister.

“I wish I could dance like those belly dancers.”

“Really,” I laughed out.

“Yeah, the way they use their bodies, the muscles in their tummies and their hips swaying and moving like that.  It was really sexy don’t you think?”

“It was,” I agreed, “but I think an hours worth of it is plenty.”

“So, what do you think is the sexiest thing a woman can do?”

“Ginny,” I responded hesitantly after swallowing hard, “I think there’s a lot more we should know about each other before we start sharing our fantasies and what we like and stuff.  It’s not that I don’t want to, I mean, God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, in both mind and body, but I think it might just be too soon.”

“I suppose you’re right.  It’s just… I feel so comfortable with you, like we’ve known each other a long time, not just today.”

“I feel the same way about you too,” I said glad that she had agreed with me and felt the same way I did.

“Are we close to home?” Ginny asked.

“As a matter of fact,” I said, “here we are.”

We pulled into my driveway and I pulled right into my attached garage.  After getting Ginny out of the car I welcomed her to my home and gave her the nickel tour.

I lit some candles and opened a bottle of wine.  As I was about to put in a CD with nice music on it, Ginny asked if my system could play a DVD with MP3s on it.  I told her it could.  

She went to her purse and got out a DVD and handed it to me saying, “I always have this with me.  I really enjoy soft strings, so please play this.”

I put in the disc and started playing the soft music.  We sat next to each other on the couch, trading stories of our childhood and enjoying both the music and the wine.

“Hank,” Ginny said softly, “would you please dance with me for a while?”

“I’m not that good a dancer,” I protested meekly.

“I’m a good teacher,” she replied rising to her feet and taking my hand.

She stood in the middle of the room and she pulled me to her saying, “put your hands around my waist and hold my back.”

As I did, she put her arms gently around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder.  I could feel her warm breath on my neck as we just stood and rocked gently side to side.  With my arms like that, and my hands on her back, I could feel her thin waist and toned body.  Her bosom pressed into my chest and I now knew she not only possessed a beautiful mind and face, but had a body to match.  Why had she hidden such excellence beneath those clothes?

We danced, for perhaps twenty minutes like that, only taking pauses at the ends of musical passages to sip our wine.

“Wait, I’m getting a little warm from the wine,” Ginny said lifting the loose fitting shirt over her head.  Below, she wore a white cutoff tee shirt which exposed her midriff to my hungry eyes.  

She moved back to me to continue our dance.  But this time, she got closer.  She moved a leg between mine and one of mine between hers.  We danced slowly as she moved her hips back and forth against me.  I felt myself becoming more and more excited as she continued to rub me through our clothing.

Her face lifted from my shoulder and she looked deeply into my eyes.  I lost myself in her gaze as her face neared mine and our lips met for the first time.  So gentle and soft, her pliant lips greeted me to her world.  Her kiss thrilled me.  I kissed her in return, taking each of her perfect lips between mine and possessing them for but only a moment.  She purred.

Just for that moment, we stood on the precipice of togetherness.  I parted my lips, inviting her to join me more fully.  She accepted, bring forth the tongue that helped form perfect words all day, and now formed the perfect union of our mouths.  Together, through the slippery sentences of our mutual osculation, we spoke of our desires.  Treatises of kindness, tenderness and passion passed between us.  Our bodies close, our lips closer and our tongues entwined, we danced the preamble of togetherness.  

Her warm bosom, pressed to my chest, rose and fell like waves across my shore.  Her hips pressed and stroked me with the promise of a once abandoned passion, bringing forth from me a steely resolve, igniting fires quenched and almost forgotten long ago.

Suddenly, Ginny broke away from me.  I felt empty and confused.

“Oh Christ Hank.  I’m so sorry,” Ginny cried.  

A single tear threatened to mar her visage.  I came to her slowly and placed my finger upon her tear.  I wiped it from under her eye and brought her hand to mine, pressing the wetness on my finger into one of hers.  We studied each other’s eyes, searching for a word, a phrase that would explain everything and make the world right again.

“Let that be the last tear that ever passes between us,” I whispered.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Ginny whispered in return.

“Then we don’t.”

“But after today, after all our talking, after that wonderful dinner, after getting to know you, I want to.  I want you!  I took off my shirt in the hopes of seducing you, but that isn’t what should happen. I’m so sorry I’ve pushed myself on you like this,” Ginny said.

I responded, “In the little time I’ve known you, I have come to know of your heart and your tenderness.  I’ve learned of your brilliance and your beauty.  I’ve also come to know that you are a person who sets her own course through life and deserves only the best from it.  I’ll neither push you nor pull you, but if you choose, I would be very proud to walk with you.  I ask only one thing from you.”

“What,” she asked as I paused.

“I ask only that you think of me.  Would you?”

“Oh Hank, of course!”

“Then let’s do this.  Let me take you home to Janet’s house.  Think of me as I will surely be thinking of you.  If you wish, Janet can give you my cell number.  Call me and let me know if I can see you again.  I hope I can, and I hope it’s soon.”

I drove Ginny home and then returned.  We had kissed on the Janet’s back porch.  Not a passionate kiss like the ones we shared while dancing, but a more proper first date kiss.  To be honest, I had a serious case of blue balls and took care of myself when I showered.  I sat in my chair almost all day Sunday, hoping for my cell to ring, but it did not.  I went to bed Sunday night, alone and saddened that Ginny had chosen not to call.  Work.  It seemed that work was all I had in store for me.

I arrived at work early on Monday, deciding that I needed to focus and get my projects done faster.  While getting my second cup of coffee, Janet walked past me and then grabbed my arm.

“Come on buddy, in my office!” She said, seeming to be a little different than normal.

I followed her and sat in one of her conference chairs.  She shut the door and walked over to sit behind her desk.

“Well, Ginny said that you two had a great time Saturday.”

“We did.  She’s a really great girl.  You should be very proud of your sister.”

“Oh, I am.  Now, explain to me why she kept picking up her phone all day Sunday, looking at it, then looking at me and then putting it away.  Why didn’t you call her?”

I smiled and said, “I don’t have her number.  The way we left it was that if she wanted to let me see her again, she was to ask you for my number and let me know.”

“You jerk.  You’re supposed to call the woman, not the other way around!”

“Janet, I know that, but the circumstances were a little different.  Your sister is very special and has to do things in her own way.  I’ve told her I want to see her again, but she has to make up her own mind if she wants to see me.”

Janet sighed deeply and said, “I’ll tell you this, all day Sunday all she could talk about was you and the day you two spent together.  Here,” she said writing a number on a notepad, “this is her number.  Call her for crying out loud.”

“No,” I said leaving the paper on her desk, “that’s not in the rules.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.  She’ll be here at ten and wants us both to be in my office when she gets here.”

“And what do you suppose that’s about?”  I asked.

“She’s supposed to hear back from the firm she interviewed with on Friday,” Janet said.

I left and returned to my desk, deciding to try to focus again.  Why would she want me in the office?  Hell, I could not get my mind around it, so went back to work.

Janet knocked softly on my door and said, “My office.  Ginny’s here.  The receptionist is bringing her up.  Come on.”

I hurried after Janet to her office.  Seconds after we got in the door Ginny rushed in.

“Hi sis.  Oh Hank, I’m so glad you’re here too,” she said taking my face in her hands and mashing her lips against mine.

When she released me, she put her shoulder bag on Janet’s desk and dove into it bringing her cell phone out and setting on the desk.  One look at Janet’s face and I knew what I must have looked like when I first saw Ginny Saturday morning.

The phone rang and Ginny motioned me to close the door.  The put the phone on speaker and answered, “Hello, this is Ginny Mackey.”

“Hi Ginny, this is Lois Anderson from Dewey and Associates, how are you?”

“Hi Lois.  I’m so glad we got an opportunity to meet Friday.  I’m fine, thank you and yourself?”

“I’m well, thank you.  I have Mr. Dewey in my office and he would like to speak with you for a moment.  You’re on speaker now.  Do you have some time?”

“Yes of course.  Good morning Mr. Dewey.”

“Good morning Ms. Mackey.  I had a chance to speak with my executive staff on Friday after you left.  They followed up on your references and I must say, you made quite a good impression on all of them.”

“Thank you, sir.  Please call me Ginny.”

“Very well, Ginny.  We would like to extend to you an offer of employment.  The terms would be as follows:  your initial salary would be one hundred fifty thousand dollars annually, you would start with three week vacation, we would relocate you to somewhere nearby, I personally will sign off on a ten thousand dollar signing bonus, you would start two weeks from today and of course the standard benefits package that Ms. Anderson discussed with you Friday.”

“Thank you Mr. Dewey, your offer is quite generous and we are almost there, but I have one other term that I believe only you can handle.”

“Okay Ginny, what is this term you speak of?”

“You are the sole owner of Dewey and Associates, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You are also the owner and managing director of the Dewey House For the Elderly, correct?”

“You’ve done your homework I see.  Yes I am.  Go on Ginny.”

“Sir, to be best able to perform at my peak, my concerns for my mother, for whom I care daily, must be handled.  My term is that you accept my mother into Dewey House and have her cared for at company expense for as long as I am employed by your firm or one of its subsidiaries.”

With that we all heard a booming laughter emanated from the phone.  We all looked at one another with questions marking our brows.

“Well Ms. Ginny Mackey, you truly are all that you’re cracked up to be.  I’ve done my homework too.  Your mother’s paperwork has already been approved and is in the pipeline for rapid implementation.  I genuinely hope that completes the terms.  Do we have a deal?”

“Oh, yes sir!  And thank you Mr. Dewey.  I’m looking forward to working on the Dewey team.”

“I will have legal draw up the arrangement and just so you are aware, your mother’s new home is our honor to provide regardless of you status here.  Employed here or not.  I want you free to do your best and to be completely honest with me and my staff without regard to your mom’s welfare.  We’ll have the paperwork to you for your electronic signature by mid-week.”

“Thank you Mr. Dewey.  I’ll have it signed and back to you with the same haste.  In two weeks then.”

“Thank you Ms Mackey.  Goodbye.”

“Goodbye sir,” Ginny said and hit the end call button.  

Ginny and Janet hugged and jumped in circles.  I simply applauded.

Ginny came to me and threw her arms around my neck and planted a wet kiss on my lips before I could say, “That was pure genius!”

“Janet, can you believe it?  The Dewey House is the best,” Ginny exclaimed. 

“Sis, if I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I wouldn’t believe it.  How did you know?”

“Remember my old boss, Marsha?  Well we spoke Friday night and she recalled telling Ms. Anderson, who’s the HR EVP by the way, about mom and how I take care of her and how heavy that weighs on my mind and decisions.  Ms. Anderson, who had called just to check my reference, mentioned about Dewey House and Marsha mentioned it to me.  So, I thought I’d give it a shot after doing a little research and, voila!”

“Now, as for you kind sir,” Ginny said turning her attention to me.  “I am taking you to the finest Restaurant in the Lehigh Valley tonight, then we are going dancing at a little place I just found out about recently.  What do you say to that?  Make up for no phone call?”

“Indeed it does, beautiful lady, indeed it does,” I replied.

“Janet, thanks for letting me do this in your office and sharing it with me.  Hank, I’ll pick you up here, out front at five.  I gotta run.  I got a ton of stuff I’ve gotta do.”

With that, Ginny darted out the door, then rushed back in, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and was gone.

“She’s a freaking whirlwind,” said Janet.  

“She sure is,” I said in somewhat of a daze.

“Ugh, I don’t want to know.  I don’t.  Go, go,” Janet said waving her hand.

The day passed unbelievably quickly. By four fifty, I had a clean desk, my computer was shut down and I was waiting for the elevator.  Ginny pulled up in her car at five and we headed out.  She wore a black silk dress that fell across her beautiful legs the way an early snow coats rolling hills.  The neckline plunged just deep enough to treat me to the upper curves of her bosom.  She treated me to a wonderful dinner and when we got back to her car, I asked what this dance place was she had mentioned.  

“Like you don’t know, a glib, suave guy like yourself!  It’s really close to your place too.  Wait, no, it is your place!”

“You are just full of surprises today aren’t you?”

“Hank, today has been one of the best days of my life.  All the hard work, all the things I did to put myself through school and get my degree and my masters, everything's coming together today!”

“You didn’t mention working your way through school the other day,” I said.

“Because I’m always a little embarrassed by it,” she said as she drove.  “I modeled. Clothes, swimsuits, lingerie, any shoot that they paid for I went on.  I’ll send you some of my pictures later.”

“I thought you were a model the first time I saw you in the kitchen.  You must have done fairly well given it paid for school, and your looks, I’m sure you got all kinds of gigs.”

“I did do well, but it was always just the means to an end.  It wasn’t what I wanted to do.  I’ve always wanted to have a hand in making new and exciting things, and now, at Dewey, I’m going to get to do that!”

She pulled into my driveway with perfect timing.  I had other questions knowing what I thought I knew about the modeling world, but they would just have to wait.  I gave Ginny my hand and helped her from her car.  We walked hand in hand to the front door and I let us in.

Ginny gave me the DVD again and I got the music going.  I offered her something to drink as I crossed the carpet in the den, taking off my suit jacket and laying it across the back of a chair.  She just stood in the doorway, holding her evening purse in her folded hands in front of her.  She was smiling.

“Ginny,” I said stopping a few feet in front of her, “I know I’ve said this before, but every time I look at you, you are more and more beautiful.  I don’t have the words…”

“Shh,” Ginny said, putting one finger to her lips.  

She moved behind me, throwing her purse on the chair with my coat.  She untied my tie and fastened it over my eyes, tying it loosely in the back.  I heard her move back in front of me, and then there was nothing but the soft music.

“Hank,” Ginny said, “you asked me to do something Saturday night.  You asked me to think about you.  I have, I thought about you that night while I showered.  I thought about you as I climbed between the covers on my bed.  I thought about you as I pleasured myself before falling to sleep.  I thought about you all day and night Sunday.  I thought about you all day today.  I don’t need to think about you anymore.  Now, I need you to do something for me.”

“Say it and I’ll do it,” I said trusting her.

“Don’t ask me questions, and don’t peek, just do what I ask.”

“I will,” I said.

“Take off your shirt.”

I did.

“Kick off your shoes.”

I did.

“Take off your trousers and hold them out.”

I did, hearing more noises than just my own clothes could make.

“Now, your socks.”

I did.

“Your undershirt please.”

I took it off and moved my hands to my waist band in anticipation.

“No,” Ginny said tersely.  

She moved, but I couldn’t tell to where until I felt her hands on the legs of my boxers.  

“Stand completely still,” she whispered, enunciating each word slowly.

I felt my shorts being lowered slowly down my legs, exposing my semi erect penis to the air.  She had me step out of them.  Her hands held my manhood and I felt her soft lips kiss me tenderly at the very tip.  Slowly, very, very slowly she took me between her lips and then out.  She lifted me and her tongue played across my scrotum as she first licked the sack and then kissed it.  Little tender kisses teased me all around my balls as her hand took me into its grip and began moving up and down.  She sucked my balls into her exquisite mouth, first one at a time and then together.  I could feel how ridgid I had become with her touch.

Ginny licked and kissed her way up from the base of my cock to its very tip.  She slowly rose, kissing each of my nipples and gently sucking on them as she continued to slowly stroke me.  Rising to full height, she took my lips as her own and opened her mouth to me.  I explored her dancing tongue with my own, tasting her as she tasted me.  Hands still at my side, I felt her press her hot body to mine, releasing me from her grip after placing my hardness between her legs.  Her hands released the knot in the tie and she flung it from sight, returning her hands to the back of my head.  Her naked body molded to mine.

I put my arms around her trim nude waist and held her to me as we swayed side to side with the music.  Our dance, started two nights before and filled with tenderness and trepidation, resumed with the same tenderness but now was complete with confidence.  Our mouths continued to inflame our passions.  Our bodies continued to inflate our desires.

Her breasts rubbed against my chest, her nipples hardened.  Her mouth consumed my thoughts as all I wanted to do was please and excite her.  I moved my hands to the the two glorious orbs that was her ass and massaged her, pulling, squeezing and lifting her against me.  Her hands moved to my back, teasing me with her nails by drawing them up and down my skin.  I lowered my hands more and lifted her from the floor.  She wrapped me in her long legs.  I lowered her, guiding myself to the entrance of her holy of holies.  Her passion, sent through her lips and tongue to me, urged me to lower her further.  I impaled her wetness inch by heavenly inch until her body consumed all I had to offer.

I lifted and released her, again and again until it wasn’t enough for either of us.  I lowered her to the soft carpet, lifting her legs to my shoulders and driving myself into her very core.  Her magnificent tits bounced with each of my powerful thrusts.  I brought my hand to her mound and made circles with my thumb across her swollen and yearning clit as she brought her hands to her nipples and squeezed and pulled them without mercy.

“Oh Hank, fuck me!  FUCK ME,” she screamed!

Hard and fast, I pounded myself into her, slapping her ass with my thighs as my steeled cock drilled her depths.  

“FUCK ME!”

Her cunt squeezed me.  It rippled and sent shudders through my entire body.  My balls lifted and prepared to deliver.  She stopped breathing.  I stopped breathing.  I drove myself deep into her one last time as I erupted.  Her hands flew to the carpet and searched for purchase.  I erupted again.  Her hands took hold of my outstretched arms and she squeezed me mightily.  I delivered yet another load of spunk deep into her womb.  Her feet hit the floor.

“O,” escaped her rounded lips.

I started breathing again and collapsed upon her, still embedded and squeezing out the last of my seed.  She took a deep breath and the convulsions wracking her body slowed and eased.

I slipped out of her, limp and spent, as her body slowly recovered.  I rolled to her side, gently playing circles on her skin.  Directly below my fingers, my sperm swam mightily, seeking their target.  

She brought her hands to my face and we kissed again, entwining ourselves and our lives.

“Would you like another,” I asked.

“You can’t be,” Ginny exclaimed reaching for my cock and finding it limp.

“No, but you can,” I said placing a pillow behind her head and kissing her neck.

She moaned with pleasure as my lips moved down her chest.  Her soft tender nipples immediately responded to my kisses, rising and greeting me for a second round.  With gentle urging, I took them into my mouth one at a time.  Perfect little pebbles.  I sucked each one, playing my tongue across its heightened nerves as I rolled the other between fingers of a cupped hand holding her fullness.  Her legs widened beneath me.

Ginny’s tummy rose and fell with her breaths as they quickened.  Lips and tongue destined to arouse this goddess toyed across her muscular ocean and dipped into the eddy that was her navel.  She gasped as my tongue explored it and sought to find the base of her natal beginnings.  I looked up to find her watching my ministrations.  Her hands were busy holding those beautiful and perfect orbs my lips had just left, squeezing them, twisting their pink tips.

The heat and aroma of sex rose from between her legs.  They begged me to find their source and I could not resist.  Bald lips greeted my face as I nuzzled between her spread and ready thighs.  The sight of a folded orchid excited and encouraged me.  Our sex had been seeping from her even as her legs had been entwined with mine, it’s essence spread across her excitable flesh.  I wanted all of it.  I urged her knees up and she lifted them, sliding her feet across the lush carpet below us, and exposed to me a banquet that yearned to be eaten.  Inch by delectable inch I cleansed her flesh of our sex, ignoring for a short time the motherload contained within her.

Ginny’s breath caught as I licked our juices from her anus.  I felt her jump and watched as she contracted with my touch.  Ever so deliberately, I removed all our deliciousness as I moved higher.  Her lips started to swell as my tongue rasped across them. Her thin inner lips widened as my tongue gently teased them.  The orchid began to bloom and the body of my desire opened itself before me.  My tongue entered her.

“Oh god,” she cooed softly.

I swallowed us.  Her hips tilted urging me to dine.  I pushed further and swallowed more. 

“Mmm,” escaped from my lusted ones mouth.

Open and willing, she welcomed my fingers.  Ginny blessed me with more to eat and I took it all.  She was flowing again.  Her hips lifted and sank below me as I stroked her inside with my fingers and invited her clit to come out from beneath its hood to play.  Ever the ebullient one, it shed its hood and bared itself to me.  I kissed it as one welcomes a new sexual playmate.  I pulled it into my mouth and flitted it with my tongue.  Her womb expanded giving me its full attention and contents.

“Oh fuck yes.”

I found her skenes gland and gently stroked it, feeling it swell.

“I have to pee,” she hurriedly cried.

“No my love, just let go, let it go and cum for me,” I shouted before returning to suck and play a new more exciting tune on the instrument that only produced a high C, her Clit, her Climax button.

“Oh FUCK,” she cried.

A few more strokes of her g-spot, a few more licks of her clit and Ginny exploded and screamed, her cum gushed forth into my waiting mouth.  The clear watery sweetness of true female sexual bliss was our prize and we had just captured the brass ring.  Her body lurched and twisted in my grasp as I continued unabated.  Tremors filled her and she shook from knee to shoulder.  She pushed my head from between her legs.

“Mm,” I intoned rolling her sweet cum around my tongue.

Ginny continued to shake as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her.  At last, she came to rest, her arms and legs spread as though modeling for a new portrait entitled Galileo’s Vitruvian Woman.  I crawled up, coming to stop kneeling above her.  My cock once again hard and excited by my woman’s throws of ecstasy trailed up her body.  I bent down to lips. Her eyes met mine as the space between us lessened and then they closed with an exhausted grin tinging their corners.  Our lips met and opened.  Two, perhaps three tablespoons of cum and saliva was traded between us.

Surprised, she pulled back and her eyes opened.  She held her emigrations in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and saying, “What was that?”

“That, you beautiful and magnificent woman was your cum,” I said smiling.

“You mean I…. I squirted?”  Ginny whispered, her voice rising to a high note at the end and her head lifting from the pillow.

I nodded.

“Fuck,” she said falling back to the pillow.  “I’ve never done that before.  It was wonderful!”

Exhaustion consumed her body and mind.  I moved beside her.  Taking her in my arms I held her body to mine and softly caressed her golden hair.

Still breathing hard, she opened her azure pools to me and whispered, “Oh Hank, how can I ever say thank you enough?”

I smiled at her with a soulful heart.  So beautiful.  So kind and smart and lovely.

I simply whispered, “Stay with me.”

Our lips met, sealing the deal.