High School Dream Girl
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I woke up during the night, and was lying spoon fashion with Nancy. My arm was around her, and she was holding it to her chest. I sighed, and moved it as I tried to settle back down. I was still half asleep, and my movement was enough to stir her awake. She moaned happily and rolled over to face me.
We softly kissed, and she reached down to caress my cock. I was soon hard again, and she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her passionately as I slid back into her. She was still wet from our earlier lovemaking, and it was nice to be in her again. We made love slowly, and she had a strong orgasm right before I came again. We rolled back onto our sides, and slipped back to sleep.
I woke up, and found her gone. I heard the shower running, and went into the bathroom. When I had the house built, I had them put in a large double shower. I slipped in, and Nancy happily hugged and kissed me in the warm water. I turned on the second shower head, and we washed each other.
It was fun, and something I had not done in years. After we were both clean, I sank to my knees and washed her feet. She giggled, then moaned as I raised my head, and licked her pussy. I proceeded to lick her clit, and she held my head as I ate her out. Soon she was bucking her hips at me, and leaning against the wall. She told me she was about to cum, then came on my face. I washed again quickly, then we got out. Nancy dried us both off, then she left as I shaved.
When I got downstairs, I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. She was wearing one of my robes, and looked beautiful. I held her as she finished up, and we both enjoyed the breakfast. I had to go to work, and told her that I would be back afterwards.
One advantage of being the boss is that I could largely set my own schedule. I had 3 employees, and they actually handled a lot of the day to day operations. Helen was the receptionist, who also mostly ran the register, took calls, and handled the business and paperwork side of things. Mike was our other tech, and damned good at what he did. Ask him about 15-year-old computer technology or give him a broken system to fix and he can usually have the answers within 5 minutes. Leo was the sales guy, and if you wanted a basic system for a 12-year-old or a 10 workstation network with server he could pick out exactly what you needed within budget.
Me, I was the money guy, and dabbled in all of it. And I took most of the off-site calls, as they knew I was the boss and figured I must be the best. Even though I would rather send out Mike most of the time, he was not the greatest at dealing with customers.
I spent the morning talking to a new client, helping her plan her new office system. Leo should have done that, but this was an old friend, and I knew he would take me more seriously than he would Leo. I was almost finished when my ex called. I had forgotten all about the lunch we had planned, and quickly ran off to meet her.
I got there a few minutes late, and we quickly ordered our food and started to talk about what was on our mind.
After the divorce, she took her share of the money, and also started a business of her own. However, Cindy cared more about money than I did, and profit was her obvious goal. I knew I had enough money that I could live comfortably on what I already had for the rest of my life, the business was more so I did not get bored. Cindy however was about to open a third clothing store, and wanted me to design the computer layout and maintenance schedule for her new store.
After talking business and money, we settled down to enjoy the meal. We talked about how things were doing, and I mentioned that I had finally followed her suggestion, and hired a housekeeper. I told her about Nancy, and that she was Mark's sister.
Cindy knew that I had been looking for Mark for years, and was happy that I had finally found him through his sister. I did not mention that we were lovers, but I think she suspected it. She told me about her new boyfriend (the third that year), and that she was planning on going to Hawaii with him for a week.
Cindy was much different in her ideas about money than I am. She grew up poor in Ecuador and saw it as something to collect and hoard. But she also loved to spend it lavishly, getting new cars every year, throwing large parties, vacations somewhere exotic for a week or so every year, and expanding her stores to make even more money.
On the other hand, I still drove the same car I had when I hit the jackpot. It was a '77 Celica. Granted, I had it restored, so it now looked like it has just been driven off of the showroom floor. I also had 3 other vehicles (a 5 year old Honda Goldwing, a 2 year old Cadillac for impressing customers, and a Toyota 4x4). I still lived simply, doing most of my own work, and could not imagine living any other way.
When I first hit the lottery, I spent money lavishly. Trips to Europe, new cars, 2 houses, and the rest. But once I got tired of it, I tried to ease off. I quit my job of course, but after about 6 months I started to get bored. So I turned my hobby of computers into a business. I made money, but that was secondary to giving me something to do that I enjoyed. So long as I broke even, I was happy. Cindy was the opposite, and wanted to do more and make more. Our arguments started then. She did not understand my wanting to live that way, when we did not have to. We finally parted, and for the most part, were still friends.
We even still made love once a year or so if she was single and we both felt the desire. Cindy was still a wonderful lady, and our sex life was never a problem. It was just that too much money killed the marriage. She still said that I was the only computer person she would trust, and I was happy to help her out. I promised to send her a cost analysis and proposal next week, but she said to skip it.
"I trust you Paul. I know you will not gouge me, and that the system will be first rate. Just build the damned system, and send me the bill. If you want, you can come over next weekend to give me the paperwork and collect for your services."
She had a naughty twinkle in her eye, and I knew that she wanted to also give me a special reward. “But what about your new Boyfriend, Jose is it?”
“No, that was last month. Now it's Carlos, and we are just 'fucking friends' at the moment. We are free to see others if we want, Hawaii is to see if we want to make things more serious between us.”
I shook my head sadly. and told her that I would have to pass because I was seeing somebody now. She giggled, and said that was great. “About damned time, you have only dated what, 2 gals since we split? I want to see you happy Paul, but tell you what. Tell your girlfriend that I would like both of you over for dinner sometime. I will even send Carlos home that night, just the three of us.”
“Sure, I'll ask her. She of course knows about you, we spent quite a while catching each other up on what we had been doing since I left Idaho. And no, nothing bad Cindy. Just that we still care about each other and are still friends, just that we knew the marriage was not working so got divorced.”
"OK, that is nice, especially since it is true. And if it would help, tell Nancy that I would love to meet her. I have been hearing about her and her family since before we got married.”
“OK, will ask her.” I then stopped myself and looked at her hard. “Sneaky bitch, how did you know it was Nancy?”
She grinned. “Let's just call it women's intuition. Paul, you are more alive than I have seen you since we were together. You smile more, and the way you talked about her, it was obvious to me she is much more than just a housekeeper, or even the sister of an old friend. And I know she is younger than you. Let me guess, you each had a crush on each other when you were younger, and never said anything? Am I right?”
I nodded. “Yep, she was my friend's younger sister, so off-limits. Same with her, but she was just leaving puberty when I left so was just entering the age she would really start to date. But there was something there even then.”
“Well, my older sister had a few boyfriends I listed over when I was younger, so I get that. One even had a friend who played football I was really hot over. He was the goalie, and had a nice ass and big hands. So trust me, I get it when you are in your early teens, and get taken by a guy in his late teens.” She had an almost wistful look on her face.
I told her I would make the offer, and we exchanged a hug and Cindy kissed my cheek as I helped her into her car. She smiled, and with a wave drove off as I headed back to work.
I spent the rest of the day working at a customer's office, then returned home with a splitting headache. Both the computer (an older one, bought from somebody else) and the customer were major pains, and I wanted nothing more than to relax. “Next time, I will bring Mike with me no matter what!” I told myself. I would run interference as he fixed the damned problem.
Nancy was wearing a very pretty pink shorts-jumpsuit kind of thing, and had dinner almost ready. She handed me a glass of wine, and told me to relax. I watched the news, and was starting to drift to sleep when she brought me dinner. We ate a wonderful meal, then cuddled together watching TV. We spent the night watching TV and drinking wine.
I told her about my ex-wife inviting us to dinner, and she thought it would be nice. Since I got along with her, and she seemed to her like a nice person, she said she would love to meet her.
“Oh, and I should warn you. Cynthia is a smart cookie. She can sometimes put on this 'poor Immigrant me' routine and pretend she speaks less English than she can, but she is smart and shrewd. I told her about finding you, and hiring you as a housekeeper. She then basically made a pass at me, I am building a system for her newest store and she offered to have me bring her the bill in person. And yes, we sometimes still have sex. But I turned her down, saying that I am seeing somebody. She then made the offer, saying I should bring you to dinner. I told her I would ask you, before I even realized I had not told her who I was dating.”
Nancy just smiled and shook her head. “Paul, you always liked smart girls. I'm not surprised you were married to one. And she knows you. And from what you said you both still care about each other, and always will. You just grew apart in other ways. Yes, I still want to meet her, I would like to see this gal that did finally get you.”
We talked some more between watching TV and drinking wine. All in all, it was a wonderful evening.
By the time the late news started, we had killed 2 bottles, and were both a little drunk. I helped Nancy to her feet, and said I wanted to go to bed. I was not sure what would happen, and was pleasantly surprised when she followed me to my bedroom.
Once inside, I held her closely, and we shared a long lingering kiss. We could not seem to stop. We just kept kissing. We would break apart, then kiss a few more times lightly, then another long one. Finally breaking for air, I held her tightly and asked her if she was sure that she wanted to stay with me.
"Paul, I have dreamed of this for years. Even after I got married, I could not get you out of my mind. When my ex would hit me, I kept dreaming that you would come by and take me away from him. When things were going bad at home, I imagined that you would return from Korea, and take me away with you. For the last 12 years, I dreamed that you would save me. Now that I have you, I have no intention of leaving you, unless you want me to."
I kissed her deeply, and told her that if I had known how bad it had been, looked even harder for her and her family, and I would have taken her away. I reached out, and gently unzipped her jumpsuit. I knelt down, and removed her shoes and socks, then slid the suit down and off of her feet. Still kneeling, I reached up and unfastened her bra, then slipped her panties over her hips, then down her legs. She let me lift each foot, and I set her panties on the floor, next to the rest of her clothing.
I picked her up, and carried her to the bed. I kissed her all the way, and continued to hold her in my arms. I kissed her neck, telling her how much I had loved her, and for how long. If I had had any idea how she felt about me, I assured her that I would have done just that.
I laid her on the bed, but she quickly got up again and stripped me. She moved to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth. I stood, gently caressing her hair as she sucked my cock. Her eyes were closed, and there was a look of pleasure in her face that likely matched my own.
I gently caressed her face, and softly called her name. Her eyes opened and looked into my own. I whispered that I wanted to see her eyes, and she actually seemed to be smiling as she gave me head. I was starting to get close, and she eased off her suction. She was wanting to prolong it, and I had no complaints.
For over a half-hour, she would alternate between fucking me quickly with her mouth, and gently sucking. I was quietly going out of my mind, and my knees were starting to buckle. I told her how good it felt, and she finally was not able to hold herself off anymore.
She was bobbing her head quickly, sucking as hard as she could. I moaned, and could tell that she did not want me to hold back anymore. I looked down into her eyes, and moaned as I came, spurting into her mouth. She held my ass tightly as I came, moaning as I filled her mouth. As I finished, a look of pleasure crossed her face and she closed her eyes.
I pulled her to her feet, and we laid on the bed. I held her tightly, and she was soon asleep. Since tomorrow was Saturday, I fell asleep also, knowing that I did not have to get up early tomorrow.
The next morning, we made love again, this time with her sitting astride my hips. It felt amazing holding her breasts as she slid up and down on my cock. Then we shared a shower and got dressed, decided to go to the beach. I made room in my closet, and then Nan and I spent about an hour moving her things from the guesthouse into my bedroom. She put a lovely one-piece swimsuit on, then a jumpsuit on over it. I wore my trunks, with a tank top and jeans.
I placed some towels, spare clothes, and other things into a bag, then threw them into the trunk of my bike. Nan looked a bit nervous, and admitted that she had never ridden on a motorcycle before. So I spent a little time explaining how to ride as a passenger, then placed her helmet on and showed her how to fasten it.
We drove around the neighborhood a while, to get her used to making turns and make her more comfortable. Once she was used to it, I got on the freeway and drove to Santa Monica. She was laughing once we got up to speed, amazed as we drove through the Sepulveda Pass and were passing cars which she said were almost crawling. I do not speed, but a 1500cc motorcycle can easily climb hills that most cars slow down for. So the effect was that I was going faster than it seemed. And I enjoyed the sensation when she occasionally squeezed my hips with her thighs, or hugged my chest from behind and pressed herself against my back.
Once there, we stripped to our swimsuits, and after locking everything in the trunk we went for a walk. We held hands as we walked in the surf, and enjoyed ourselves. She giggled like a k** as we splashed and messed around in the waves.
After a while, we got the blanket and laid out for a bit. I teased her about the looks the other guys were giving her, obviously liking her slim figure. Unlike Cindy, Nan was very thin. Her figure was 36C-20-35. The thinness of her waist made her chest and hips look bigger, without looking out of proportion. Cindy on the other hand had more of a lush figure, more like comparing Joanne Whalley to Jennifer Connelly.
She left for a few minutes to get a drink from a stand, and I heard several whistles coming from her direction. I turned around, and saw that several guys were watching her lovely ass as she walked. I was starting to realize that Nan loves to tease, and added a little sway to her hips on the way back. I was delighted at the front view, watching her as she came back to me.
"I want them to know how I feel," she whispered to me when she got back, right before laying a deep tongue-massaging kiss on me. This got my cock as hard as a rock, along with most of the other guys in the area, I am sure. I lowered my hands to rest on her hips, resting on that lovely shelf where it moved up to her waist and held her body close to me. After we kissed, I whispered that I felt the same way they did.”
“I could tell,” she said, and pressed her groin against mine before slipping away.
After a little more sun, I took her hand, and the two of us ran into the surf. We went in until it was to our waist, and proceeded to have a blast. We swam, then splashed around. I was standing when she ducked underwater, and then reached out and grasped my cock underwater. Nan fondled me for several seconds, then came back to the surface. She giggled as I mildly scolded her for being so naughty. She took my hand, and led me until the water was halfway up our chests.
Once there, I decided to return the favor. I placed one hand on her neck, keeping our tops about 2 feet away. I reached down with my other hand, and caressed her pubic mound through her swimsuit. A look of pure lust crossed her face, as I slid them up and down her slit. I continued to stimulate her, then slid the crotch of her suit aside, and started to caress her pussy in the surf.
I could see that her nipples were rock hard now, and I looked at them, licking my lips. Nan moaned as I did this, knowing what I was thinking without my actually saying it. She reached out, and slid her hand into the top of my shorts, stroking my cock as I slid a finger into her. However, I could feel she was growing wet, while the frigid cold of the California surf was preventing me from doing anything more than growing only slightly rigid.
We stood like that for several minutes, stroking each other under the water as hundreds of people were within 300 yards. This probably would have continued, if a large wave had not come along and washed us halfway towards the shore.
We both came up, about 20 yards apart. We were laughing as hard as we could, and I cursed mother nature for the interruption. Nancy laughed harder at this, and she reached down to re-adjust herself before we headed back to shore.
After putting our things back in the bike, we went for a stroll to the pier in our swimwear. We went into a bar there, and each got a beer and relaxed in the air-conditioning. When we finished she asked if I wanted another.
“You can go ahead if you want baby, I'll just have a soda. I am driving home, and I never have more than a single drink if I am going to drive. Especially if I am on the motorcycle.
Nancy smiled, and reached out and rested her palm against my cheek. “That is one of the things I love about you. My ex would drink until he could barely stand, then insist on driving home anyways. I know you drink, you just know when to keep it to a limit.”
We then went over to the arcade, and she proceeded to kick my butt in several arcade games. It was kind of fun, playing the “Remember when!” game as we did so. Many of them were ones that had come out when we were still in school, and a few we even remembered playing together back in the day.
It was getting dark out now, so we snuck into a shower together, and quickly washed the saltwater off of each other. The sign on the door clearly stated no more than one person in the shower at a time, but we did not care. I admit that I took a few extra feels of her body as I did so, but I am sure that she did the same. Then once all the salt and sand was washed away we held each other for about 5 minutes. Kissing passionately under the tepid spray.
I then went back to the bike and grabbed our towels and clothing. Once we were dried I got back into my jeans, and Nancy pulled on a pair of jeans. I stowed the bag back in the trunk, and pulled out a windbreaker from the saddlebag and helped her put it on.
We took a long drive up the Pacific Coast Highway until we got to Topanga Canyon and drove back into the Valley that way. And I loved every minute of her holding on to me. I felt like a million dollars to have her pressing against my back. She really was unsure during the first few turns, as I would lean over so far she later said she was sure I would fall over. “Don't worry, this is like a top. I can lean over to at least 45 degrees, and come back upright every time. Just lean with me, and we will be alright.”
During the drive she got a little more relaxed, even laughing as I made some of the steeper turns. “This is awesome!” she would yell out, even whooping as we went through a series of S turns that had us leaning from one side to the other.
Once we reached the floor of the Valley and hit traffic, she was still laughing. And whenever we stopped at a light, I would reach down and rest my hand on the one she had on my belly. And I occasionally ran my left hand up and down her left thigh, loving the feeling of her smooth leg through her jeans.
I was wondering if I was really in love with her. If not, it was a close copy of love.
We softly kissed, and she reached down to caress my cock. I was soon hard again, and she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her passionately as I slid back into her. She was still wet from our earlier lovemaking, and it was nice to be in her again. We made love slowly, and she had a strong orgasm right before I came again. We rolled back onto our sides, and slipped back to sleep.
I woke up, and found her gone. I heard the shower running, and went into the bathroom. When I had the house built, I had them put in a large double shower. I slipped in, and Nancy happily hugged and kissed me in the warm water. I turned on the second shower head, and we washed each other.
It was fun, and something I had not done in years. After we were both clean, I sank to my knees and washed her feet. She giggled, then moaned as I raised my head, and licked her pussy. I proceeded to lick her clit, and she held my head as I ate her out. Soon she was bucking her hips at me, and leaning against the wall. She told me she was about to cum, then came on my face. I washed again quickly, then we got out. Nancy dried us both off, then she left as I shaved.
When I got downstairs, I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. She was wearing one of my robes, and looked beautiful. I held her as she finished up, and we both enjoyed the breakfast. I had to go to work, and told her that I would be back afterwards.
One advantage of being the boss is that I could largely set my own schedule. I had 3 employees, and they actually handled a lot of the day to day operations. Helen was the receptionist, who also mostly ran the register, took calls, and handled the business and paperwork side of things. Mike was our other tech, and damned good at what he did. Ask him about 15-year-old computer technology or give him a broken system to fix and he can usually have the answers within 5 minutes. Leo was the sales guy, and if you wanted a basic system for a 12-year-old or a 10 workstation network with server he could pick out exactly what you needed within budget.
Me, I was the money guy, and dabbled in all of it. And I took most of the off-site calls, as they knew I was the boss and figured I must be the best. Even though I would rather send out Mike most of the time, he was not the greatest at dealing with customers.
I spent the morning talking to a new client, helping her plan her new office system. Leo should have done that, but this was an old friend, and I knew he would take me more seriously than he would Leo. I was almost finished when my ex called. I had forgotten all about the lunch we had planned, and quickly ran off to meet her.
I got there a few minutes late, and we quickly ordered our food and started to talk about what was on our mind.
After the divorce, she took her share of the money, and also started a business of her own. However, Cindy cared more about money than I did, and profit was her obvious goal. I knew I had enough money that I could live comfortably on what I already had for the rest of my life, the business was more so I did not get bored. Cindy however was about to open a third clothing store, and wanted me to design the computer layout and maintenance schedule for her new store.
After talking business and money, we settled down to enjoy the meal. We talked about how things were doing, and I mentioned that I had finally followed her suggestion, and hired a housekeeper. I told her about Nancy, and that she was Mark's sister.
Cindy knew that I had been looking for Mark for years, and was happy that I had finally found him through his sister. I did not mention that we were lovers, but I think she suspected it. She told me about her new boyfriend (the third that year), and that she was planning on going to Hawaii with him for a week.
Cindy was much different in her ideas about money than I am. She grew up poor in Ecuador and saw it as something to collect and hoard. But she also loved to spend it lavishly, getting new cars every year, throwing large parties, vacations somewhere exotic for a week or so every year, and expanding her stores to make even more money.
On the other hand, I still drove the same car I had when I hit the jackpot. It was a '77 Celica. Granted, I had it restored, so it now looked like it has just been driven off of the showroom floor. I also had 3 other vehicles (a 5 year old Honda Goldwing, a 2 year old Cadillac for impressing customers, and a Toyota 4x4). I still lived simply, doing most of my own work, and could not imagine living any other way.
When I first hit the lottery, I spent money lavishly. Trips to Europe, new cars, 2 houses, and the rest. But once I got tired of it, I tried to ease off. I quit my job of course, but after about 6 months I started to get bored. So I turned my hobby of computers into a business. I made money, but that was secondary to giving me something to do that I enjoyed. So long as I broke even, I was happy. Cindy was the opposite, and wanted to do more and make more. Our arguments started then. She did not understand my wanting to live that way, when we did not have to. We finally parted, and for the most part, were still friends.
We even still made love once a year or so if she was single and we both felt the desire. Cindy was still a wonderful lady, and our sex life was never a problem. It was just that too much money killed the marriage. She still said that I was the only computer person she would trust, and I was happy to help her out. I promised to send her a cost analysis and proposal next week, but she said to skip it.
"I trust you Paul. I know you will not gouge me, and that the system will be first rate. Just build the damned system, and send me the bill. If you want, you can come over next weekend to give me the paperwork and collect for your services."
She had a naughty twinkle in her eye, and I knew that she wanted to also give me a special reward. “But what about your new Boyfriend, Jose is it?”
“No, that was last month. Now it's Carlos, and we are just 'fucking friends' at the moment. We are free to see others if we want, Hawaii is to see if we want to make things more serious between us.”
I shook my head sadly. and told her that I would have to pass because I was seeing somebody now. She giggled, and said that was great. “About damned time, you have only dated what, 2 gals since we split? I want to see you happy Paul, but tell you what. Tell your girlfriend that I would like both of you over for dinner sometime. I will even send Carlos home that night, just the three of us.”
“Sure, I'll ask her. She of course knows about you, we spent quite a while catching each other up on what we had been doing since I left Idaho. And no, nothing bad Cindy. Just that we still care about each other and are still friends, just that we knew the marriage was not working so got divorced.”
"OK, that is nice, especially since it is true. And if it would help, tell Nancy that I would love to meet her. I have been hearing about her and her family since before we got married.”
“OK, will ask her.” I then stopped myself and looked at her hard. “Sneaky bitch, how did you know it was Nancy?”
She grinned. “Let's just call it women's intuition. Paul, you are more alive than I have seen you since we were together. You smile more, and the way you talked about her, it was obvious to me she is much more than just a housekeeper, or even the sister of an old friend. And I know she is younger than you. Let me guess, you each had a crush on each other when you were younger, and never said anything? Am I right?”
I nodded. “Yep, she was my friend's younger sister, so off-limits. Same with her, but she was just leaving puberty when I left so was just entering the age she would really start to date. But there was something there even then.”
“Well, my older sister had a few boyfriends I listed over when I was younger, so I get that. One even had a friend who played football I was really hot over. He was the goalie, and had a nice ass and big hands. So trust me, I get it when you are in your early teens, and get taken by a guy in his late teens.” She had an almost wistful look on her face.
I told her I would make the offer, and we exchanged a hug and Cindy kissed my cheek as I helped her into her car. She smiled, and with a wave drove off as I headed back to work.
I spent the rest of the day working at a customer's office, then returned home with a splitting headache. Both the computer (an older one, bought from somebody else) and the customer were major pains, and I wanted nothing more than to relax. “Next time, I will bring Mike with me no matter what!” I told myself. I would run interference as he fixed the damned problem.
Nancy was wearing a very pretty pink shorts-jumpsuit kind of thing, and had dinner almost ready. She handed me a glass of wine, and told me to relax. I watched the news, and was starting to drift to sleep when she brought me dinner. We ate a wonderful meal, then cuddled together watching TV. We spent the night watching TV and drinking wine.
I told her about my ex-wife inviting us to dinner, and she thought it would be nice. Since I got along with her, and she seemed to her like a nice person, she said she would love to meet her.
“Oh, and I should warn you. Cynthia is a smart cookie. She can sometimes put on this 'poor Immigrant me' routine and pretend she speaks less English than she can, but she is smart and shrewd. I told her about finding you, and hiring you as a housekeeper. She then basically made a pass at me, I am building a system for her newest store and she offered to have me bring her the bill in person. And yes, we sometimes still have sex. But I turned her down, saying that I am seeing somebody. She then made the offer, saying I should bring you to dinner. I told her I would ask you, before I even realized I had not told her who I was dating.”
Nancy just smiled and shook her head. “Paul, you always liked smart girls. I'm not surprised you were married to one. And she knows you. And from what you said you both still care about each other, and always will. You just grew apart in other ways. Yes, I still want to meet her, I would like to see this gal that did finally get you.”
We talked some more between watching TV and drinking wine. All in all, it was a wonderful evening.
By the time the late news started, we had killed 2 bottles, and were both a little drunk. I helped Nancy to her feet, and said I wanted to go to bed. I was not sure what would happen, and was pleasantly surprised when she followed me to my bedroom.
Once inside, I held her closely, and we shared a long lingering kiss. We could not seem to stop. We just kept kissing. We would break apart, then kiss a few more times lightly, then another long one. Finally breaking for air, I held her tightly and asked her if she was sure that she wanted to stay with me.
"Paul, I have dreamed of this for years. Even after I got married, I could not get you out of my mind. When my ex would hit me, I kept dreaming that you would come by and take me away from him. When things were going bad at home, I imagined that you would return from Korea, and take me away with you. For the last 12 years, I dreamed that you would save me. Now that I have you, I have no intention of leaving you, unless you want me to."
I kissed her deeply, and told her that if I had known how bad it had been, looked even harder for her and her family, and I would have taken her away. I reached out, and gently unzipped her jumpsuit. I knelt down, and removed her shoes and socks, then slid the suit down and off of her feet. Still kneeling, I reached up and unfastened her bra, then slipped her panties over her hips, then down her legs. She let me lift each foot, and I set her panties on the floor, next to the rest of her clothing.
I picked her up, and carried her to the bed. I kissed her all the way, and continued to hold her in my arms. I kissed her neck, telling her how much I had loved her, and for how long. If I had had any idea how she felt about me, I assured her that I would have done just that.
I laid her on the bed, but she quickly got up again and stripped me. She moved to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth. I stood, gently caressing her hair as she sucked my cock. Her eyes were closed, and there was a look of pleasure in her face that likely matched my own.
I gently caressed her face, and softly called her name. Her eyes opened and looked into my own. I whispered that I wanted to see her eyes, and she actually seemed to be smiling as she gave me head. I was starting to get close, and she eased off her suction. She was wanting to prolong it, and I had no complaints.
For over a half-hour, she would alternate between fucking me quickly with her mouth, and gently sucking. I was quietly going out of my mind, and my knees were starting to buckle. I told her how good it felt, and she finally was not able to hold herself off anymore.
She was bobbing her head quickly, sucking as hard as she could. I moaned, and could tell that she did not want me to hold back anymore. I looked down into her eyes, and moaned as I came, spurting into her mouth. She held my ass tightly as I came, moaning as I filled her mouth. As I finished, a look of pleasure crossed her face and she closed her eyes.
I pulled her to her feet, and we laid on the bed. I held her tightly, and she was soon asleep. Since tomorrow was Saturday, I fell asleep also, knowing that I did not have to get up early tomorrow.
The next morning, we made love again, this time with her sitting astride my hips. It felt amazing holding her breasts as she slid up and down on my cock. Then we shared a shower and got dressed, decided to go to the beach. I made room in my closet, and then Nan and I spent about an hour moving her things from the guesthouse into my bedroom. She put a lovely one-piece swimsuit on, then a jumpsuit on over it. I wore my trunks, with a tank top and jeans.
I placed some towels, spare clothes, and other things into a bag, then threw them into the trunk of my bike. Nan looked a bit nervous, and admitted that she had never ridden on a motorcycle before. So I spent a little time explaining how to ride as a passenger, then placed her helmet on and showed her how to fasten it.
We drove around the neighborhood a while, to get her used to making turns and make her more comfortable. Once she was used to it, I got on the freeway and drove to Santa Monica. She was laughing once we got up to speed, amazed as we drove through the Sepulveda Pass and were passing cars which she said were almost crawling. I do not speed, but a 1500cc motorcycle can easily climb hills that most cars slow down for. So the effect was that I was going faster than it seemed. And I enjoyed the sensation when she occasionally squeezed my hips with her thighs, or hugged my chest from behind and pressed herself against my back.
Once there, we stripped to our swimsuits, and after locking everything in the trunk we went for a walk. We held hands as we walked in the surf, and enjoyed ourselves. She giggled like a k** as we splashed and messed around in the waves.
After a while, we got the blanket and laid out for a bit. I teased her about the looks the other guys were giving her, obviously liking her slim figure. Unlike Cindy, Nan was very thin. Her figure was 36C-20-35. The thinness of her waist made her chest and hips look bigger, without looking out of proportion. Cindy on the other hand had more of a lush figure, more like comparing Joanne Whalley to Jennifer Connelly.
She left for a few minutes to get a drink from a stand, and I heard several whistles coming from her direction. I turned around, and saw that several guys were watching her lovely ass as she walked. I was starting to realize that Nan loves to tease, and added a little sway to her hips on the way back. I was delighted at the front view, watching her as she came back to me.
"I want them to know how I feel," she whispered to me when she got back, right before laying a deep tongue-massaging kiss on me. This got my cock as hard as a rock, along with most of the other guys in the area, I am sure. I lowered my hands to rest on her hips, resting on that lovely shelf where it moved up to her waist and held her body close to me. After we kissed, I whispered that I felt the same way they did.”
“I could tell,” she said, and pressed her groin against mine before slipping away.
After a little more sun, I took her hand, and the two of us ran into the surf. We went in until it was to our waist, and proceeded to have a blast. We swam, then splashed around. I was standing when she ducked underwater, and then reached out and grasped my cock underwater. Nan fondled me for several seconds, then came back to the surface. She giggled as I mildly scolded her for being so naughty. She took my hand, and led me until the water was halfway up our chests.
Once there, I decided to return the favor. I placed one hand on her neck, keeping our tops about 2 feet away. I reached down with my other hand, and caressed her pubic mound through her swimsuit. A look of pure lust crossed her face, as I slid them up and down her slit. I continued to stimulate her, then slid the crotch of her suit aside, and started to caress her pussy in the surf.
I could see that her nipples were rock hard now, and I looked at them, licking my lips. Nan moaned as I did this, knowing what I was thinking without my actually saying it. She reached out, and slid her hand into the top of my shorts, stroking my cock as I slid a finger into her. However, I could feel she was growing wet, while the frigid cold of the California surf was preventing me from doing anything more than growing only slightly rigid.
We stood like that for several minutes, stroking each other under the water as hundreds of people were within 300 yards. This probably would have continued, if a large wave had not come along and washed us halfway towards the shore.
We both came up, about 20 yards apart. We were laughing as hard as we could, and I cursed mother nature for the interruption. Nancy laughed harder at this, and she reached down to re-adjust herself before we headed back to shore.
After putting our things back in the bike, we went for a stroll to the pier in our swimwear. We went into a bar there, and each got a beer and relaxed in the air-conditioning. When we finished she asked if I wanted another.
“You can go ahead if you want baby, I'll just have a soda. I am driving home, and I never have more than a single drink if I am going to drive. Especially if I am on the motorcycle.
Nancy smiled, and reached out and rested her palm against my cheek. “That is one of the things I love about you. My ex would drink until he could barely stand, then insist on driving home anyways. I know you drink, you just know when to keep it to a limit.”
We then went over to the arcade, and she proceeded to kick my butt in several arcade games. It was kind of fun, playing the “Remember when!” game as we did so. Many of them were ones that had come out when we were still in school, and a few we even remembered playing together back in the day.
It was getting dark out now, so we snuck into a shower together, and quickly washed the saltwater off of each other. The sign on the door clearly stated no more than one person in the shower at a time, but we did not care. I admit that I took a few extra feels of her body as I did so, but I am sure that she did the same. Then once all the salt and sand was washed away we held each other for about 5 minutes. Kissing passionately under the tepid spray.
I then went back to the bike and grabbed our towels and clothing. Once we were dried I got back into my jeans, and Nancy pulled on a pair of jeans. I stowed the bag back in the trunk, and pulled out a windbreaker from the saddlebag and helped her put it on.
We took a long drive up the Pacific Coast Highway until we got to Topanga Canyon and drove back into the Valley that way. And I loved every minute of her holding on to me. I felt like a million dollars to have her pressing against my back. She really was unsure during the first few turns, as I would lean over so far she later said she was sure I would fall over. “Don't worry, this is like a top. I can lean over to at least 45 degrees, and come back upright every time. Just lean with me, and we will be alright.”
During the drive she got a little more relaxed, even laughing as I made some of the steeper turns. “This is awesome!” she would yell out, even whooping as we went through a series of S turns that had us leaning from one side to the other.
Once we reached the floor of the Valley and hit traffic, she was still laughing. And whenever we stopped at a light, I would reach down and rest my hand on the one she had on my belly. And I occasionally ran my left hand up and down her left thigh, loving the feeling of her smooth leg through her jeans.
I was wondering if I was really in love with her. If not, it was a close copy of love.
Aeryn
- 10.02.2021
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