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I was sitting in my home office, working on the laptop that I use for work when suddenly my personal computer ‘dinged’ indicating that I had a new email. I was not in the middle of anything too involved, so I slid my chair back over to the desk where my personal computer sits and moved the mouse to wake up the screen.

Sure enough, the top listing in my Inbox was in bold, indicating that it was a new email. I studied the email address before opening it as I did not immediately recognize the sender. There were no attachments so I assumed it would be safe to open the mail if there were no links to click inside. There was something about the email address that kept intriguing me, as it seemed familiar, but I just could not quite place it...” [email protected].”

I opened the email and began to read, “Hello, Renee. I know it has been some time since we met but I have finally found my way back to the states and I promised that I would contact you,” the note started.

“I would be remiss if I did not tell you that I have thought about that evening so many times since we ran into each other at the cemetery in Pilsner,” the note continued. “My work kept me in Europe much longer than I anticipated, and I did not want to contact you until I was back in the States, as that was what we agreed I would do.”

Suddenly, it became very clear that KNaylor was Kevin Naylor, the gentleman that I had met two months ago, while I was in the Czech Republic visiting the grave of Becky Stepanek, an acquaintance of mine and a very dear friend of my sister’s. I suppose when I did not hear from him right away, I dismissed the event as just another notch on his bedpost, even though it had been one of the most romantic and passionate evenings of my life.

I continued to read his note, “When we left each other that next morning, I asked if it would be alright for me to contact you when I returned to the States and you accepted and gave me your contact information. I decided that an email might be the best way to contact you, as a phone call might have freaked you out or you might not have answered if you did not recognize the number,” his note continued.

“As we discussed that morning before we parted, I have a house in Austin that I live in part of the year, so we are practically neighbors,” he continued. “I am in Austin now and not sure whether you are in town or not, or whether you have plans or not, but I would love to see you again. Maybe just have dinner and catch up with what has been going on with each other since we last saw each other.”

Now, I was getting interested as he indicated that he wanted to see me again. That time we spent together at the cemetery, then in the café and ultimately in his hotel room had been a most interesting adventure for me. As I drove away that next morning, I certainly hoped we would have an opportunity to see each other again and here he was, suggesting we get together. I couldn’t read the rest of his note fast enough so that I could return his email and we could make plans to get together as I wanted to see him again as well.

His note continued, “Please reply to my message and tell me that you are as interested in seeing me again as I am interested in seeing you. I know this is short notice, but I have no plans this weekend as I left the time open while visiting Austin, in hopes that we could get together. If you are not in town currently, please let me know when you will be back in town so that I can schedule another trip to Austin so we can try again then.”

He signed the note, ‘Respectfully, Kevin’ and I thought my heart had skipped a beat. Of all the sappy ways that he could have signed his note, he chose the most gentlemanly way possible. I could not hit the Reply button fast enough. I leaned back in my chair, and thought for a moment, what exactly do I want and what do I want to tell him? There was no doubt that I would like to see him again, just to see him and to see how we might interact this time without the emotional attachment of visiting his former lover’s gravesite.

“Kevin,” I began, “it was actually quite nice to hear from you as I wondered whether I ever would or not. You make an acquaintance in Europe, you share a wonderful time together and you agree to see each other when you get back home, but you really wonder whether it would or could really happen. I would be lying if I did not admit to replaying that night in bed over and over, for the first couple of weeks after it happened. However, time went by and I didn’t hear from you, and all sorts of ideas went through my head as to why I had not heard from you,” I typed.

“Now, to have an email pop up in my Inbox has brought a smile to my face and an anticipation of perhaps seeing you again. We spent so little time together, yet really did so much. I feel like I know you, but I don’t really. I drove away that morning, telling myself that I wanted to know more about Kevin Naylor, and was hoping that I would get that opportunity,” I continued to type, the words jumping off my fingertips.

“As luck would have it, I am home in Austin, and have no plans for the weekend,” I continued. “It would be terrific to get together over dinner and to catch up with you. That time we spent in Pilsner turned out to be a very intense moment in my life, partly because of visiting Becky, but mostly because of the time I spent with you,” I typed. I wondered if bringing up Becky would bring up thoughts that would dampen his mood and change his mind about seeing me again. I chose to let the phrase stay, as I wanted to be honest with him. Becky was an important part of his life and neither of us could change that.

“The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow, so how about if we meet at a restaurant for lunch where we could sit outside, enjoy the weather and hopefully, enjoy each other’s company,” I continued. I did not want to be too forward, but I also wanted to convey my sincere interest in seeing him again and spending time with him. I had no idea whether he was interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone, much less me, or whether perhaps he was already in a relationship with someone and just wanted to catch up as friends.

“As an Austin denizen, I am sure you know about the Oasis out at Lake Travis,” I typed. “Would you want to meet there for a late lunch, say 2pm when it won’t be crowded with lunch goers and before those that come out for sundown. I can meet you there and we can have a slow leisurely lunch and catch up with each other.”

I sat back in my chair and re-read what I had typed to make sure it sounded alright and to give me a moment to catch my breath and make sure that this is what I wanted to do. In the short time that we spent together, Kevin had turned out to be one of the most interesting people that I had ever met, and it was so easy to talk to him. I also could not get out of my mind the incredibly intense orgasms he gave me that night with his fingers and tongue, with absolutely no thought of having an orgasm himself. I leaned forward and hit the ‘Send’ button, hoping I would hear from him and that he did in fact, want to get together.

I turned the volume up on my computer so that it would be easier to hear the notification that I had mail and went back to what I had been doing on my work computer. I quickly found myself daydreaming and going back and reliving the time that we had spent together. Not just the incredible passion that he had exhibited in bed at pleasing me, but also how incredibly kind and polite he appeared the entire time we were together. He had turned out to be a very interesting man and one that I hoped to get to know better.

I wasn’t sure where I was mentally, as far as a potential relationship might be. I was divorced for a little over two years now, had dated some, and kept up my intimate relationships with a couple of girlfriends. I wondered how Kevin would react when he found out I was bisexual and whether that would scare him off, or if he would turn into a typical “hound dog” male, excited at the thought of seeing two women in bed together. Wait, what was I thinking? Our relationship might not even get to the point where it would be necessary to reveal that aspect of my life?

I don’t know how long I had been sitting there thinking instead of working, but the loud ‘ding’ from my computer brought me back to Earth quickly. Eagerly, I again rolled over to my personal computer and looked at my Inbox. Sure enough, there was another email from Kevin and my hand was shaking as I grabbed the mouse to open his newest message.

“Renee,” his message started, “What a delight to have received a message back from you so soon. I think lunch at the Oasis would be perfect. I live very close to the Oasis and can certainly meet you there at 2pm. I cannot wait to see you again, and hope the feeling is mutual. See you tomorrow at two. –K”

So, there it was. We were going to get together again, this time on purpose. I immediately got up and went to my closet to think about what I might wear to see him. It was supposed to be sunny and warm on Saturday, not hot, just pleasant. Did I want to wear something provocative or plainer and more subdued? I had a couple of sundresses that I always thought looked good on me. One was quite sexy and would require that I go braless, the other one was also quite nice but a bit more demure. I chose the plainer dress as I did not want to appear too forward and wanted to just show him that I could dress nicely and hopefully show myself off to my best advantage. Sandals for sure, and maybe I would pull my hair back into a ponytail.

I was already getting nervous about seeing Kevin again, but it seemed to be an excited nervous, not a scared nervous. I went back to my office and continued what I was doing before Kevin emailed me. After I finished my work, I went downstairs and continued my Friday night routine of just relaxing after a busy week of work. I felt like a kid waiting for Santa Claus, as I could not wait for Saturday afternoon to arrive.

I went to bed and picked up the book that I was currently reading but was having trouble keeping my mind on what I was reading. I kept thinking back to that evening Kevin and I had shared and how incredibly gentle he had been with my body. I couldn’t remember the number of orgasms I had that night, but I did remember that they were some of the strongest ones I had ever experienced.

As I laid there, remembering Kevin’s touch, I began to touch myself. I tried to remember how his fingers and hands had felt on my breasts and how pleased he seemed at how they looked. I moved my fingers across my nipple and felt it harden under my touch. I continued to toy with my nipples and to rub my breasts, feeling myself begin to lubricate as I did so. I slid my other hand under the covers and moved it lower until my fingers found my clit and my lips, which were already beginning to separate in hopes of being penetrated.

I continued to play with my breasts with one hand, while I began teasing my pussy with my other hand. I slipped a finger between the lips, gently touching the beginning of the wetness that had begun to seep from me. I continued to rub my fingers between my lips, until I slowly felt my finger slip inside. As I felt the full effect of my wetness, I heard myself groan, although I had no recollection of doing so. As my finger began to probe my inner reaches, I pinched one of my nipples and gently began pulling on it, sending what seemed like electrical impulses down my spine.

My mind was focused on that evening in the hotel in Pilsen. My eyes were closed, and my fingers and hands were doing a wonderful job of taking me to that all too familiar place. I pulled my finger from inside and moved it up to begin manipulating my clit, knowing full well that this new action would take me to the top of the cliff and would soon plunge me right over the edge. I began rubbing my clit just the way I like it and just the way I remember Kevin doing it. I was gently pinching my nipples and rolling them around with my fingers. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs even further, my back beginning to arch as the tell-tale signs of my orgasm quickly approached.

When the moment arrived, it was sudden and intense as always. My finger was circling my clit, rubbing a bit harder with each completed circle and my nipples felt like small pebbles between my fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body and I heard myself moan this time, quite loudly as my release moved through my body. As my orgasm began to fade, my back once again made contact with the bed and I found myself gasping. I plunged my finger back inside myself and drew it out and up to my mouth where I could lick my juices from my finger. I was so relaxed at that point, I reached over, turned off the light and quickly fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning at the same time I always do and rolled out of bed. As was my normal routine, I got up and put on my running clothes. I grabbed my phone, my earphones and my ID and walked out of my garage into the front yard. Already the sun was beginning to peek over the roofs of the houses and the temperature was just right for jogging. I turned on some music, put the earphones in my ear and took off down the street at my normal gait. My normal weekend routine was to run to the end of my block, turn around and then jog back to the house, a distance of about two miles.

I felt very comfortable jogging and was enjoying the music that was playing in my ears. I got to the end of our block, a dead end, and turned around and started back. Suddenly, while jogging, it dawned on me that today was Saturday and that I was meeting Kevin for lunch today. I immediately started thinking about Kevin and how our lunch might go. Soon, I was back in front of my house and was walking a bit to keep my muscles stretched so they would not cramp. I saw my next-door neighbor outside, standing there with his newspaper in his hand wearing a very inquisitive look on his face. I walked over to him.

“Hello, Mr. Grierson. Have any big plans for the weekend?” I asked.

“Hi Renee,” he responded, “No major plans, just a few chores around the house. How about you, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

I had no intention of telling him about my lunch with Kevin and any of the back story that would go along with that. We didn’t have that kind of a relationship, just good neighbors that watched out for each other and for each other’s house when one of us was away. I merely told him that it was just a normal weekend for me.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure. Why do you ask?” I replied.

“Well, when I came out this morning to get my paper I just happened to look around and saw you jogging as usual. I bent over to pick up the paper and when I looked back, you were sprinting down the street instead of your normal jog,” he told me.

“Oh, that was nothing,” I replied. “I sprint sometimes at the end of my jog just as something different and to put a bit of strain on the muscles to keep them toned,” I said, clearly baffled by what he had told me.

“Okay, I was just wondering as I had never seen you sprint like that before.” He turned and walked back towards his front door. He looked back over his shoulder as he got to his front porch. “Have a nice weekend,” he said.

As he walked in the front door, I stood in my front yard looking down the street where I had just jogged. Had I really been sprinting, I wondered, and if so, why? Had I been sprinting because of my excitement regarding meeting Kevin for lunch? My God, I need to calm down, it's just lunch, I thought. I walked back into the house, slipped off my shoes and put my phone and earphones away.

I quickly moved to the stairs, as I wanted to go up to my office and check my email to make sure Kevin had not written to cancel our lunch. “What am I doing?” I said to myself. “Stay in your routine. You never check email this early,” I said out loud. I turned and went back to the kitchen where I poured myself some juice and made breakfast.

After breakfast, I continued with my normal weekend morning routine; making my bed, checking my work and personal email, doing the online crossword puzzle and trying to stay as calm as possible. I looked at Google Maps to see how long my drive would be to the Oasis so that I would know when to leave. I wanted to leave some room in case there were traffic issues, but I did not want to be so early as to seem over eager.

At eleven, I went in and began the process of getting ready. I shaved my legs and then decided I should probably trim my pubic hair with the razor. Why, I don’t know, but for some reason I did. I climbed into the shower and began to bathe, but again found my mind wandering. Suddenly, I noticed that the water had cooled significantly, and I turned the water off and got out of the shower. I looked at the clock and realized what was normally a ten or fifteen-minute shower had become almost forty-five minutes. I must have been daydreaming in the shower and lost track of time.

I realized I still had plenty of time to get ready, so I took my time. When I was dressed, I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and was pleased. I thought I looked very nice, not too sexy, but not prudish either. I went up to check my email one last time, came back downstairs and checked to see that everything I needed was in my purse. I grabbed my phone and headed out the door, nervous and excited at the same time.

Fortunately, it was an easy drive and I arrived at about a quarter till two. I figured by the time I parked and walked inside it would be close to two o’clock and hopefully he would be there. As I had hoped, the parking lot was not very crowded, and I easily found a place to park. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and got out of the car. I took a deep breath and began walking towards the front door. As I reached the door, I could feel my palms sweating and I suddenly had a sense of dread. What if this day is not as magical as I have imagined for the past eighteen hours, I thought? Then, what?

I took a deep breath and opened the door and stepped into the waiting area of the restaurant. There, sitting in a chair, staring at me as I walked in was Kevin. He literally jumped up from his chair and came over to me with the biggest smile on his face and I knew all would be fine.

“Renee,” he practically yelled, drawing attention from the host and a couple of the wait staff. He came over and gave me a hug that lasted longer than normal, and so I put my arms around him as well. We embraced and he took a step back.

“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he said. “How are you?” he asked me.

I blushed at his compliment, which was unusual for me. “Thank you very much, Kevin,” I responded, "I am truly wonderful now. Ever since you emailed me yesterday, I have practically thought about nothing except this moment and now that it is here, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you,” I gushed.

“Let’s get a table and go sit down and catch up, as I can’t wait to hear about what you have been doing since I saw you in Europe,” he said.

We followed the host and Kevin gave her his name and she responded that they had his favorite table reserved. Favorite table, I thought. How often does he come here?

We arrived at the table and the view was spectacular. The table was on one of the many tiers of decks that were at the restaurant. This particular tier only had two tables, and both had ‘Reserved’ signs on them. The host left us, and Kevin turned to me and asked me which chair I wanted. I picked one that would allow me to enjoy the view but would also not distract me from our conversation. As was now the norm with us, Kevin pulled out my chair for me so that I could sit down.

“So, your favorite table,” I began to ask, “Are you a regular here?”

“Well, yes I am,” he began to explain. “I live about a half mile further up the road and I quite often walk down here during times when I know it won’t be busy. I also entertain here, as I bring friends and business associates here quite often as they always enjoy eating here and watching the sunset,” he told me.

“Did you walk here today?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” he answered. “It is such a beautiful day and the temperature is just perfect, so I just decided to walk down and can walk home after we are done with no problem.”

“It is beautiful here. I have heard about this place many times, but have never been here before today,” I told him.

We then began to chat about what had been going on with our lives since we parted that day. I told him how I had driven back to Germany, completed my work and then come back to the States, and how I had been busy with my work ever since. He told me how his work had kept him in Europe for longer than he originally thought and that he had only returned to the States a week ago. He told me he had gone to the house in San Francisco first, because he wanted to check on it, knowing that he would probably be here in Austin for a longer time.

We ordered our lunches and continued to talk like we had known each other for years. He continued to be the consummate gentleman, pulling my chair out when I needed to excuse myself for a bathroom trip, refilling my water glass and generally behaving quite unlike anything I was used to seeing or experiencing.

I finally got around to talking about the trip to the Czech Republic and how emotional that trip had turned out to be for me, on so many levels. We both began to talk about the trip again, he from his perspective of seeing Becky and then meeting me, and me from my perspective. I was happy to hear that he had the same overwhelming favorable memories of that time as I did.

At some point during our conversation, while I was telling him my thoughts on that experience, I felt something under the table and suddenly I felt one of my sandals come off my foot. I did not pay much attention, as I thought he had inadvertently hit my foot and the sandal must have just come off. As I was feeling around with my foot to find the sandal, I suddenly felt a foot on my calf. It was now apparent that he had slipped one of his shoes off, managed to get one of my sandals off and was now rubbing my leg with his foot. The whole time this was going on, he was smiling and staring intently at me as I continued to tell my story. I gave him a knowing smile, letting him know that I could tell what he was doing and that I did not disapprove.

We continued to sit and talk for several hours and suddenly it became obvious that sundown would soon be upon us. There was a tree between us and where it appeared the sun would be disappearing, and I wondered if we should try to move somewhere where we could see the sunset.

“Renee, I know this is only the second time we have been together, but after that first time and now spending time with you here, I feel so comfortable around you,” he told me. “We shared something quite extraordinary back in the Czech Republic, but it had enough of an effect on us that we both wanted this day to happen,” he continued. “I am not suggesting anything, but the sunset is actually much prettier from the deck at my house, and if you don’t think it is being too forward, I would like to ask you to come down to my house and watch the sunset from there. Afterwards, if you like, you can drive home, or I can fix us a quick snack and we can continue to talk. You can leave whenever you want, and we can decide if we want to see each other again, although I already know the answer to that thought,” he said.

“Kevin, first off I want to know the answer to that thought,” I asked him.

He reached over and took one of my hands in his and told me, “Renee, nothing would make me happier right now than to take a long time to find out more about you and to spend as much time together as you are comfortable spending with me. I don’t mind telling you that you have touched something inside of me that I have not felt since my wife was still alive,” he continued. “You know about my relationship with Becky, and we were on this same path, but I feel very confident that she would want me to be with you because we are already so comfortable with each other."

As he was telling me about Becky and his wife, his head had been looking down, but as he finished, he looked back up at me and saw that I had tears streaming down my face. As he had done the first time Kevin saw me cry, he pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and began drying my face and dabbing my eyes. I took his hand in both of my hands, stood up and leaned over the table and kissed him on the lips.

As I broke the kiss and sat back down, I answered him, "That was my answer to that thought as well, and I can think of nothing I would rather do than to spend time with you and continue to get to know you. Now, let’s get the heck out of here so we can get to your house before we miss the sunset,” I told him.

He got up from the table, came over and pulled my chair out and then extended his hand. I turned, gave him my hand and we walked towards the door, hand in hand. I asked him about paying the bill and he told me that they just put it on his account, and he pays, once a month. I smiled and told him, “Of course you do.”

When we got to the parking lot, I suggested that he ride with me in my car so we could get to his house faster and get settled before sunset. He agreed and followed me to my car. When it was apparent which was my car, he ran to the driver’s side like a little kid and waited for me to unlock the door so that he could open it for me. I just laughed at him, but let him open the door for me, but decided to be a bit careless about getting in the car. I put one leg in the car but let my legs splay open for a moment and then put the other leg in the car. I looked at him as I did so and saw that he was looking exactly where I wanted him to look. After I was in the car, we looked at each other and I winked at him. He went around to his side and got into the passenger seat.

We left the parking lot and drove to his house, which sure enough was about a half mile from the restaurant. I pulled into the driveway and he jumped out of the car so he could again come around and open my door for me. I told him that going forward, it wouldn’t be necessary for him to open my door if I had been driving. He just smiled and took my hand as we got out of the car. We again walked hand in hand up to his front door and for some reason I felt very safe in his presence.

Here I was going into what was somewhat of a strange man’s house, even though he had intimate knowledge of my naked body. I felt that I was at the perfect place at the perfect moment. We walked in and lights began going on and off, automatically as we moved through the house.

“I normally have a glass of wine while I watch the sunset,” he said. “Would you like one?”

“That would be great,” I replied, as I had only drunk water at the restaurant. He led me to the kitchen, and I stood at a massive island as he went to what appeared to be a full-size wine cooler. He opened the door and without asking what I wanted, red or white, pulled a bottle from inside.

“I have been saving this bottle for this exact moment, hoping that I would get to experience it one day,” he told me.

He opened a drawer and pulled a corkscrew and proceeded to open the bottle. I could not really see the label, but it was obvious that it was a red wine. He pulled out a wine glass, poured a small amount into the glass and asked me to taste it to see if it was alright. When I put the glass to my lips and tasted the wine, for some reason my legs almost went from under me and I had to grab the island to keep from falling. I was drinking the exact wine that we had drank in the restaurant and then back in the room in Pilsner.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Yes, I am fine, just a bit overwhelmed at the moment, but also a bit overcome with emotion,” I told him. “When did you buy this bottle of wine?” I asked.

“After you drove away that morning, I went back into the inn and bought this bottle and brought it home with me,” he said. “I had told myself that if we did in fact ever have the opportunity to get together again and that things would get to the point where I had you here, I wanted to be able to enjoy the exact same wine as we had that night,” he told me.

I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes, as I was so overcome with emotion at his actions. Here was a man that had been so happy to have spent the evening with me, that he bought the exact wine so that we could share it again once we were together again. I handed him the glass and asked him to fill it for me. He poured us each a glass, came over, took my hand and we moved to the back of the house, through what was a huge living area with wall-to-ceiling windows running the entire length of the room.

We moved to a sliding door and stepped outside on to his deck. He was correct, the view from here of the approaching sunset was magnificent. The lower rim of the sun had just begun to sink below the distant hills and we both stood there silently as the sun began to sink. I turned to him, took my glass and clinked it to his and said, “Here’s to us, whatever 'us' turns out to be,” and we both took a sip of our wine.

A few minutes later, the sun was gone, lowered behind the hills and it was officially sunset. Kevin took my wine glass along with his and set them on a nearby table. He came over to me, looked me in the eye, smiled, took me in his arms and kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened them slightly so that his tongue could slip inside. We kissed for a few minutes and then broke the kiss.

I told him that I could not wait until we had another chance to talk and to continue to get to know each other better, but for now, I had another idea.

I took his hand, grabbed my wine glass and he took his and we moved back inside. I led him over to a beautiful sofa and asked him to sit down. “Please, Kevin, just sit there and let me do this,” I told him.

He sat down on the sofa and set his glass on an end table next to the sofa. I stood up in front of him and took my shoes off. I then reached back and pulled my hair out of the ponytail, letting it cascade down onto my shoulders. I could tell he knew that I was about to strip for him, and he had the look of a boy about to enter the candy store.

I reached behind me and drew the zipper of my sundress down, slipped it off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. As my body was revealed to Kevin, he whistled and told me that I looked the same as I had the last time, we were together. I walked over to him and kneeled in front of him and pulled his polo shirt over his head, revealing his chest to me. I reached down and un-did his belt, opened the clasp of his pants and pulled the zipper down.

I pulled my hands into the waistband of his pants and he lifted, allowing me to pull his pants down to his ankles, where I then pulled them off him completely. He laughed a bit and told me it would have been easier to get his pants off had I taken his shoes off first. I told him that it had been a very long time since I had taken a man’s pants off, but I would not make that mistake again.

I slipped his loafers off his feet and pulled his socks off him. He was now sitting on the sofa in just his underwear—a pair of boxers with a variety of Disney characters on them. I smiled, as I reached to pull his boxers down and said, “Cute underwear.”

“I am a huge Disney fan, as you will learn, and these are my favorite pair of boxers,” he told me.

I pulled his boxers down very slowly and as I passed his crotch, his cock sprung up, almost completely erect already. I pulled his boxers the rest of the way off his feet, stood up, folded them and laid them on the coffee table.

“If they are your favorite, then I need to take care of them,” I told him. While standing in front of him, I unhooked the clasp on the front of my bra and let the cups open, revealing my breasts to him. As my breasts became visible, I saw his cock jump and he immediately got even harder than he was before. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and let the bra hit the floor behind me.

I then hooked my fingers into my panties and slid them down over my hips and down my legs. When they got to the bottom, I stepped out of one side and kept the other side on my foot and kicked them over his head onto the floor behind the sofa. I now stood in front of Kevin, completely naked, proud that I was letting him see me.

I walked over to him, slipped a finger into my pussy and pulled it back out. My finger was shiny with my lubrication and I reached over to let him taste me. “I want you to see how excited I am to be with you here and how wet you make me.” I slid my finger into his mouth. He sucked on my finger for a few seconds and I pulled it from his mouth.

“When we were in Pilsen that night, you did things to me that I thought a man might never do to me again. You touched me in all the right ways, at all the right times and as you should recall, I orgasmed over and over, with several of them being very intense. You did all of that and then would not let me return the favor because the feelings you felt that night were better than any orgasm. Well, tonight is my turn, and I am going to do to you what I have thought about doing to you since that night a couple of months ago in Pilsen. I am going to enjoy giving you pleasure this time and that shall be my return gift to you.”

With that, I kneeled in front of him, leaned in and kissed him—gently at first, but becoming more passionate as I moved my tongue out to French kiss him. He opened his lips and let me search the inside of his mouth with my tongue. While I was kissing him, I began to rub his ears, softly at first and then more insistently. He began moaning into my mouth, around my tongue and I could feel his cock harden against me. As I pulled back from the kiss, I licked the outside of his lips very gently and then moved to one of his ears.

I began to blow inside of his ear and push my tongue in and out softly. I then whispered in his ear, “When I am ready, you are going to cum so hard you will think you are passing out.”

I then moved down his neck and began to kiss below his ear, soft kisses and little nips with my teeth. He took one hand and put it in my hair, gripping his fingers through it as I continued to kiss and nip his neck. I began moving lower. Kevin’s chest is mostly smooth with very little hair and it was easy for me to navigate with my tongue down to his nipple, which I found to be incredibly hard.

I began to suck on his nipple, first one and then the other, moving back and forth at will. Then I started gently biting his nipple and I could tell he was enjoying it as his grip in my hair would loosen and tighten. I continued to play with his nipples for quite a while, also using my hands to caress his chest and sides. I continued my way down his chest until I reached his navel.

I began to tongue his navel and then drooled into it until it was full. I continued to lick and move my tongue in and out of his navel while my hands moved down to his hips, rubbing them very softly. I was using my nails to just drag along his skin, moving slowly forward towards the front of his hips.

I continued licking and nipping his body as my mouth moved downward. By now, my skin was wet from the pre-cum that had been leaking out of him while I was toying with him. I licked down his thighs, intentionally bypassing what was now a bobbing cock, constantly jumping up and down with pleasure that I was delivering to him. Kevin still had his hand in my hair, although his grip had weakened considerably.

As I continued to lick his body, I would occasionally look at him to gauge his reaction. He was alternately watching me and then at more intimate moments, his head would rock back against the sofa and his eyes would close. I was now dragging my fingers and nails along his thighs and his moans began to get a bit more intense. When I felt like he had endured enough, I moved up to his balls and very gently began to lick them.

His balls were of average size, but I could tell that they had been working to fill his testicles with semen which were ready to explode. I rested my hands on the tops of his thighs and continued to lick his balls. From time to time, I'd suck one of them between my lips and roll it around inside my mouth. I moved to the bottom of his cock and began to slowly lick the underside of it, having to chase it a bit as his cock continued to bob like a cork on the water.

I reached up and took his cock in my hand and began licking up and down, spending a bit of extra time on his crown. His cock now looked like a hose that had not been turned completely off, continuously leaking. I ran my tongue across the top of his cock and took some of his fluid with my tongue. I looked up at him and his arms were flailed out on the couch. He almost looked unconscious.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and began to run my tongue around the rim at the base of his crown. This caused his moans to become louder and more frequent and I knew I had him where I wanted him. Without warning, I plunged his cock into my mouth, where I sucked it hard and then slid it back out of my mouth again so only the crown was still inside of me.

As I continued sucking, I alternated between taking his cock deep into my mouth and moving it to where just the tip was inside. I also began massaging his balls with one of my hands while licking and sucking on him. Kevin put both hands around my head, gently resting them in my hair and I shook my head a bit, so that my hair would sweep over his lower torso as I sucked him.

I began to jack him now, as I was ready for him to explode inside my mouth. One hand was jacking his cock, the other was gently holding and rubbing his balls while I continued to suck on his cock. I could tell he was getting close as his balls began to tighten, and he got even harder. I felt a bit of urgency with his hands in my hair and I sucked harder and faster, aching for him to fill me.

With one last loud moan, his body tensed, his balls flexed and the canal under his cock pulsed as his semen began its journey out of his body. The first ejaculation was incredibly forceful and hit the roof of my mouth. I clamped down on his cock to be able to take all his cum in my mouth as he continued to release his semen, three, then four thick spurts, all hitting the roof of my mouth and then settling on my tongue before swallowing.

I swallowed once, causing him to flex again and another spurt came from the end of his cock. Less forceful this time, it slid across my tongue. Kevin’s cum tasted good in my mouth and I knew I would enjoy sucking him to orgasm in the future. I swallowed for a second time, taking most of what was left in my mouth down my throat. I felt his body go slack and he fell back against the sofa.

I continued sucking him gently until he softened. I let his cock fall from my mouth, and it landed on his thigh with a ‘plop’ sound. I rubbed his balls gently and looked up at him.

He opened his eyes and said, “Come here, please.” I crawled up his body and he kissed me, quickly snaking his tongue into my mouth and darting it around inside. He had his hand behind my head and was holding me close as he kissed me. He finally released me, and our lips separated.

“Why did you kiss me after cumming in my mouth?” I asked him.

“If you are willing to let me ejaculate in your mouth, then I should be willing to kiss you afterwards,” he told me. “If it bothers you, I won’t do it again.”

“Kevin, that might have been the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me, and I will always be willing to let you kiss me after we do that,” I told him.

I got up on the sofa and we cuddled for a while. He held me close but made no move to touch my breasts or between my legs. He kissed my forehead and thanked me for the most incredible bout of oral sex that he had ever enjoyed. I told him that we were even now and that from now on, we would share our physical pleasure with each other. I kissed him gently on the lips and sat up.

“I want to explore a relationship with you, Kevin, and I want to see what happens,” I told him. "I don’t know what the future might bring, but we owe it to ourselves to at least move forward and see what happens. We have already spent valuable time together and there is no question that there is a connection between us. I am excited for what may come in the future.”

“Renee, you are a remarkable woman and I want to learn as much about you as you want me to know. I want to spend as much time with you as we can, and I want to explore other places with you and see what might happen. I can’t fully express how happy I am right now, and it has nothing to do with what you just did,” he told me.

“Kevin, as much as I would like to spend the night with you, I have an obligation in the morning that I cannot get out of at this late hour. I play tennis every Sunday morning with three other women. How about I call you after tennis and we can see about getting together to do something tomorrow afternoon?” I asked him.

He thought that would be a wonderful idea and we slowly began to dress. After dressing, I handed him my wine glass, which still had some wine in it.

“I hope you don’t mind that I don’t finish the wine, but I would rather have the taste of your cum in my mouth as I drive home,” I told him.

“Be careful, Renee. You will make me hard again and you need to get home and get some sleep so you can kick tail on the tennis court tomorrow,” he said.

I went over and took both of his hands in my own and told him, “That experience in Pilsen was one I will remember all the rest of my days. Now that we have connected again and we both want to move forward, I'm so happy. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you followed through and reached out to me. After I did not hear from you for a bit, I figured it was a one time, very glorious experience. But now you have changed all that, and I can’t wait to spend more time with you,” I told him. He walked me out to my car and I again flashed him as I got in.

“I may never grow tired of you doing that to me,” he said.

“I may never grow tired of doing it to you as well, and quite often with no panties,” I replied. “Thank you again for a wonderful afternoon and evening and I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Good night, Kevin.”

He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and replied, “Good night, Renee.”

With that, I drove off and headed for home, content in knowing that this encounter, while not a chance encounter as before, had surely been an enjoyable one and I was confident there would be many more just like it.