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What I've written below describes how I met Eve. When she read my narrative, Eve made a number of edits - mostly to the conversations we shared - to reflect what she recalls saying and to reflect the way that she speaks.

Some people may complain that I've included too much detail in the description of how we met, or that the narrative is too slow to progress. Both Eve and I respectfully disagree and think that it is important that a reader understand all of the circumstances surrounding the events that transformed our lives. It's the only way that anything makes sense.

We are not posting this everywhere - only on stories.xnxx.com - and if there's enough interest we will share more of our memories of how our relationship developed. It was (and continues to be) an incredible experience.

Robbie & Eve
12 October 2012

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Traffic on I-95 wasn't too bad as I headed north through New Jersey toward New York. Three days of meetings and property tours around Trenton had been very productive and I had just one last client to visit outside of Boston before I could head back north to Montreal. I could have flown rather than spending time on the road, but I love driving and it allows me to drop in unannounced on properties owned by the REIT (real estate investment trust) that I work for. My surprise visits help to keep our property managers on their toes.

It was an exceptionally cold Friday morning in January and the radio announcers were warning that a powerful snowstorm would move into the region from the Midwest during the afternoon. I wasn't particularly worried because I'd probably be fairly close to Boston by the time the snowflakes started to fall and the Escalade was a real snow machine. Still, driving in the conditions they were describing wouldn't be ideal, so I clicked the "+" on the cruise control a few times to move along a bit more quickly.

I'm a creature of habit and I tend to use the same rest areas every time I travel to top off on gas and to pick up coffee or snacks. The last plaza before the insanity that surrounds New York City is one of my regular stops, so I glided in and pulled up to a pump. Despite the bitter cold, the usual herd of road warriors was camped out in front of the fast food restaurant holding cardboard signs that read "Albany", "Hartford" and a rather optimistic "Portland". I assumed that the fellow meant Maine and not Oregon. I'd given rides to people in the past that looked relatively harmless and the conversations were usually interesting. I could have helped "Hartford" out, but he looked pretty strung out and I thought the better of it.

One of the things I like best about travelling in the U.S. is that I can fill up the Escalade for a lot less than in Quebec - even so, it's a hungry beast and it takes a while to feed. The cold was seeping through my jacket as I stood in the wind and I promised myself to buy something warmer when I got home. After the pump clicked off, I replaced the nozzle and took my receipt - then I moved to the back of the Escalade to get my winter boots. There was no reason to wear my dress shoes if it was going to get sloppy outside and my feet were pretty cold.

As I pulled my boots from underneath my travel bag, I heard a muted "Bonjour" from behind me. This is hardly a typical greeting in the U.S., where French is not heard very often. I turned around and saw what I initially thought was a child wearing a puffy parka and ski pants. When I looked a bit closer I realized that the "child" was a female and that she was, in fact, not a child. It was difficult to tell because of the parka and her hood, but she was probably in her early 20's and about five feet tall. She held a cardboard sign that read "Canada" in large block letters and wore a backpack that was almost as large as she was.

I said bonjour in return, and then asked her in English where she was from. She switched over to English and said, "Cote-des-Neiges", which is a neighborhood off the Autoroute Decarie in Montreal, just a few kilometers from where I live. She pointed at my license plate.

"I had to come over when I saw you were from Quebec. Are you on your way back?"

I told her that I was, but that I had to make a stop outside of Boston before heading for the border through New Hampshire and Vermont.

"Is there any way I could get a ride, at least to the border?"

I told her that I also lived in Montreal and that I wouldn't mind bringing her the entire way home if she didn't mind getting back after midnight.

"God, I really appreciate it. I promise I won't bother you, ok?"

I smiled and asked her name as I helped her take off her backpack. I noticed it was quite heavy as I put it into the back of the Escalade and I wondered silently how she managed it.

"It's Eve. Nice to meet you, uhm…"

I told her that my name was Robert but that everyone called me Robbie. She nodded her head and I opened the passenger door for her.

"Hmmm, a real gentleman."

I walked around to my side and started the engine, adjusting the heat up by a few degrees to get rid of the chill. Eve settled in quickly and pulled her hood back - at that moment I realized that she was probably a French Canadian / Native American mix because of her high cheekbones, complexion and eye shape. She had her hair tightly pulled up, a hairstyle that I found wasn't particularly flattering for her, but she was definitely attractive and had a friendly face.

We sat silently and listened to music as I reentered the flow of traffic on I-95 and headed north. I didn't want to pry, but I finally asked what she was doing in the U.S., and how she ended up at a rest area in New Jersey.

"Well, I needed to get away from Montreal for a while, so I packed a few things back in September and flew to New York. I explored the city for a while, and then decided to have an adventure by hitchhiking down to Key West to see the sunset over the Gulf. I never got there because I spent so much time in Washington D.C. and Atlanta with friends. I've been on my way home for about a week."

I asked her if she felt safe hitchhiking and if she experienced any problems.

"Well I guess the whole point of doing it was to meet all kinds of people, and I did that. The good thing was that I didn't have a schedule or anything, so I wasn't under any pressure. I've been very picky about the people I take a ride from, and you're an example of that. I don't think a well-dressed guy driving a huge SUV is going to be a problem."

I smiled at my first thought, which was that she should tell that to the former shareholders of Enron.

"I had trouble twice, once when I was in Georgia and a real jerk tried to pick me up like I was a prostitute. I also ran into an idiot last night in Baltimore. He was heading up to Albany and seemed ok at first, but he started making stupid jokes about sex and I knew where that could go if I didn't get out of the car."

I nodded.

"Basically it's been great and I don't want to make it like those two ruined it or anything."

I asked her where her family was from, which is a politically correct way of figuring out what race someone is. She paused and stared out of her window for a moment before answering.

"My dad was born in Montreal and he took over my grandfather's import business when he was in his 30's. He met my mom when he was on business in Hong Kong and they had a long distance relationship for a few years. He brought her back to Canada after they were married and I came along about a year after that. So, to answer what you were really asking, I'm half Chinese, half French Canadian."

I admitted that my first impression was that she was a Native American mix.

"Yeah, I get that a lot actually. It isn't always a good thing because they are discriminated against so badly and really misunderstood."

I asked her if she was close to her parents.

"It's kind of complicated. My mom and dad fought a lot because she was a super conservative Chinese and he was a swinging-dick Quebecois that flirted with women a lot, even when she was standing right next to him."

Eve paused.

"Anyway, my mom finally divorced my dad after she caught him in bed with his assistant. She went back to Hong Kong when I was seven years old but she left me with my dad so that I would grow up in Canada and have more opportunities."

I frowned when I heard this. I'd been divorced for eight years and that happened because of my ex's failure to commit to me in an exclusive relationship. Unfortunately, this is a common story because of the culture in Quebec. I'd casually dated a few times since the divorce, but I'd been concentrating on my career and wasn't ever able to find the right person.

"Leaving me was really hard on my mom, but my dad was always very good to me and gave me everything I needed. I have a communications degree and without my dad that wouldn't have happened, that's for sure. He died a few years ago and I miss him a lot. My mom is still in Hong Kong and we talk on the phone, but I've only visited her a few times."

Eve turned to face the window again and I drove for a while in silence. When I asked Eve if she had any brothers or sisters and got no reply, I realized that she'd dozed off.

Occasional snowflakes started to hit the windshield when I turned from I-95 onto the Hutch on my way to the Merritt Parkway to avoid I-95 through Connecticut. Eve was dead to the world and I let her sleep rather than waking her to ask her if she was hungry.

As we passed through Hartford the snow started to accumulate and both my bladder and stomach were sending SOS messages. I woke Eve as we merged onto I-84 and asked her if she was ok with a stop for a bathroom and some food.

"Sure Robbie, but I'm buying, Ok?"

I pulled off at the next exit and pulled into a restaurant that looked promising. I helped Eve with her parka as we sat down, and I realized for the first time how petite she really was, as well as how feminine. A sweater and her ski pants kept her exact proportions a mystery; however, it was clear from the swell of her bust line that she was quite well endowed. She had delicate hands and moved with a fluid motion that really got my attention.

I asked Eve how tall she was.

"I'm 151 cm. Brown hair and brown eyes as you can see. I'm probably about 50 kilos if you must know, but that might change depending on how much I eat right now."

It was obvious from her scripted answer and tone that Eve was annoyed by my question and I realized that these were facts that she'd probably related a thousand times. She'd picked up her menu and started flipping pages as she answered, so I stopped the Q&A session and did the same. I did some mental arithmetic and calculated that she was a little less than five feet tall and that she weighed about 110 pounds.

After we ordered it was Eve's turn for questions and she asked me what I did for a living. I explained that I bought, managed and sold commercial properties, mostly retail centers, residential facilities and office buildings for a REIT. She asked about my family and I told her that my father was from the U.S. and that he'd met and married my mother in Montreal. She seemed pleased when I told her that I was very close to them and that they lived in Brossard. Eve asked if I was a dual citizen and I said yes, and that this really simplified my business life, but really complicated my tax life.

By the end of the meal Eve knew that I'd been divorced and that I had no children. She nodded her head when I told her why - as I said, it's a common story in Quebec. Her questions underscored that she was highly intelligent and her mannerisms suggested that she had many years of dance training or something similar. I'd never met anyone so in control of every motion; when Eve picked up her fork or reached for her drink her smooth movements fascinated me.

"Robbie, the reason I had to leave Montreal was because my boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off of other women and I'd finally had enough."

Eve paused and played with her spoon.

"We'd been together for almost three years and I knew for a long time that it was going to fail, but I hung in and hoped he would change. He didn't, so I threw him out of the apartment and out of my life. I bought my ticket for New York a few days later."

Eve looked up with a pained expression and seemed to be reading my mind.

"It's hard to trust people, isn't it?"

I agreed and joked that my ex and her ex were probably made for each other. This didn't brighten her up, and I was glad that the waitress arrived with the bill a moment later. I scooped it up before Eve could react and gave it back to the waitress with my credit card.

"Robbie, I was supposed to pay that. I do have money; I hope you don't think I can't take care of myself."

I explained that it was my policy to pay for things and that while she was my passenger she had to submit to some chivalry. She pointed a finger at me and slowly waved it back and forth.

"Don't spoil me Robbie, it'll do you no good."

I made my best "who, me?" face and we started back to the Escalade.

It was snowing pretty heavily by this point, so after topping off with gas, I settled in at a speed well below the speed limit. When we passed through the tolls and turned east onto the Massachusetts Turnpike, visibility got worse and worse. About 20 minutes later, I made a call to my client to let them know I was about 45 minutes from their office. Unfortunately, I learned that they'd decided to close the office early because of the storm and that we would have to reschedule.

At this point I wasn't sure what to do. If I doubled back on the Turnpike and headed west into the storm I could probably get through to Montreal safely via I-87 in New York. Alternatively, I could stick to my original plan and go north through New Hampshire and Vermont, but this meant passing through the mountains and that was probably more risky. Either option meant fighting the snow for maybe 6 or 8 hours, maybe more at the speed we would be moving at.

I asked Eve what she thought.

"I don't think it's a good idea to try to drive anywhere at all in this mess Robbie. Why don't we find a place to stay and get some rest instead? I'll get my own room; I'm definitely not making any suggestions here, ok?"

I agreed and pulled off at the next exit. The sign after the toll booth said there was a hotel to the west and we followed our noses until it appeared. The snow was getting deeper and the wind was really picking up.

The desk clerk was really young and he seemed to enjoy the battle after I insisted on paying for Eve's room, especially when I lost. He gave us adjoining rooms on the top floor and the usual sales pitch for the hotel restaurant.

As we exited the elevator and arrived at our doors, Eve turned to me.

"Robbie, I need to take a shower and I've got a ton of calls to make, so why don't we meet in the lobby around 8:00 and see if the restaurant is as good as he says it is?"

I agreed and suggested that Eve not use her cell or the hotel phone to make her calls. I explained that she could borrow my IPod touch if she wanted and use Skype for free on the wireless network instead. She nodded, opened her door, and left me alone in the hallway.

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I have a set routine in hotel rooms and after setting up my mobile office, I checked my email and took a quick shower. I laid out my clothes for dinner and settled down to read the online news and to revisit the offering packages I'd received in Trenton for two retail centers. As I worked, I heard a soft knock on the connecting door between our rooms. I stood, tied my bathrobe closed, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.

Eve was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt; her hair was damp and she stood in bare feet. I couldn't help but stare, for her hair was no longer up and her high cheekbones and dark eyes were framed perfectly. This resulted in an exotic appearance that I hadn't anticipated. She had a mature figure with a narrow waist accentuated by wide, flaring hips and even wider shoulders that gave her an athletic look.

I couldn't help but notice the outline of Eve's breasts under her t-shirt and the prominence of her nipples made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. My earlier impression that she was well endowed was confirmed beyond any possible doubt. In fact, she had remarkable breasts for such a petite woman and I found myself wondering if she might have had some work done on them.

An electric shock passed through me as she started to speak - everything moved in slow motion and it felt like every cell in my body was tingling. Eve seemed preoccupied and completely unaware of her effect on me.

"Robbie, can I use your iPod for a while to make my calls?"

I turned slowly and returned to the desk in a trance. After a few moments I found my IPod under the offering memorandums and returned to her. Eve looked into my eyes and smiled slightly - this was the first time I'd seen her smile. She took the IPod, mouthed a silent "thanks", and gently closed the door.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief, staring at the door and remembering every detail of her face and body. As I did, I picked up the scent of her damp hair and found it strangely familiar.

I returned to my chair and tried to forget what I'd seen, but I became more and more aroused as I thought about Eve. What would it be like to have her? What would it feel like to have her breasts in my hands? Could Eve possibly be thinking similar thoughts about how it would be with me?

I knew this was a complete fantasy and that I'd never actually act on my thoughts - but it was so arousing to daydream about what it would be like if it happened. It was tremendously difficult to concentrate on much else, but I had a lot of time to kill and I tried to dig into my work.

I waited until nearly 8:00 to get dressed, and while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard another knock on the connecting door. When I opened it, I saw that Eve was still dressed in her sweat pants and t-shirt and that her eyes were puffy and red. It was obvious that she'd been crying.

"Your battery is totally dead, Robbie. I'm really sorry about that."

I told her it was ok as I took the IPod from her hands.

Eve looked at me thoughtfully. "Can we talk for a minute?"

I motioned toward the desk chair and she moved to it, pausing for a moment to look around before sitting down. I sat at the end of the bed.

"Robbie, I need to share something and I want you to be honest with me, ok?"

I nodded my head slowly and tried not to look at anything other than her eyes.

"I know in my heart that I'm a good person that only wants good things for the people around me. I don't know, maybe I make bad decisions and pick the wrong friends, especially guys, but I never ask anything of anyone except that they tell me the truth. Do you believe me?"

I told her that I did.

"But I wasn't completely honest with you in the car today, Robbie. I didn't kick my boyfriend out; he threw me out on my ass because he found a tall, leggy bimbo with blond hair and monster boobs that has no brain at all. I should have known that he was using me as a fuck friend until he found something more interesting."

I started to speak, but Eve held up her hand as tears rose in her eyes.

"I know that I'm really short and I'm not a supermodel. I wasted so many years on that asshole because he was all I had. Oh, and believe me, he wasn't my first waste of time."

She stared at the floor.

"I called him tonight to see if I could go by the apartment to get the things I didn't take over to my friend's house before I left for New York. He told me that he threw everything away after I left and that I should go fuck myself."

She paused again, trying not to cry.

"All I want is to find someone special and to explore how things go. If it works, then I want to be married - none of the Quebec modern lifestyle shit - and to start a family. I guess it's just too much to ask for. It scares guys away. Why do I always seem to end up with nothing?"

Eve was sobbing now, and I knew better than to go over and try to hold her, whispering that everything would be ok. I realized that taking advantage of her emotional state to get close was just so wrong.

I waited for a few moments, and then told her that I thought she was an exceptional woman and that she must be right - she'd just picked the wrong guys.

"I don't think so, Robbie. It's my fate. I'm getting older and older. Life is passing me by and I'm running out of time."

I told her that I respected her thoughts, but that I disagreed, especially when it came to fate and how much time she had.

"I'm 34, Robbie. Not that much time left, I'm afraid."

I was stunned. I sat with my mouth hanging open, staring at her. I finally told her that I'd guessed that she was in her early 20's, and that I found her extremely attractive, both as a person, and physically. This changed the direction of our conversation.

"You aren't just saying that?"

At this point I couldn't help myself and I scanned her slowly from head to toe. When I came back to her face, she was looking at me intently.

"Robbie, I really mean it. You aren't saying that to bullshit me, or to get into my pants or something, right?"

I looked into her eyes and knew instantly that I could never lie to this woman, or hurt her.

I explained that I meant exactly what I said. I admitted that I'd fantasized a little after seeing her when she borrowed the IPod, but that I wasn't the one that would decide if anything would ever pass between us - it had to be her decision, and we had plenty of time to get to know each other if she wanted to.

"Robbie, I'm sorry to bother you with all of this. All my energy went into the calls that I made and I need to be alone for a while to think. Do you mind if I just get room service tonight? You can knock on the door in the morning when you are ready to leave, ok?"

I nodded as Eve slowly got up and walked toward the door, pausing for a few moments without saying anything before she closed it once again.

I spent the entire time in the restaurant wondering how this beautiful creature could be so down on herself. Clearly she'd been taken advantage of and probably abused by people in her life - perhaps this led to her current feelings. It wasn't a lack of intelligence - absolutely not. She was so beautiful, but she didn't seem to see it at all. I found it impossible to believe that she was only three years younger than I was, but she had no reason to lie about that.

I returned to my room after I finished my rather bland meal and watched TV for a while. I finally drifted off to sleep with the thought of continuing a conversation with Eve in the morning when both of our minds were more rested.

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I woke suddenly, and after a moment to figure out where I was, I glanced over at the clock - it was almost 2:00 in the morning. Somehow I knew that something was wrong; I didn't know what, but the atmosphere in my room had changed and the primitive part of my mind was on high alert. As I tried to figure out what had changed, my nose picked up a familiar scent. I suddenly realized that it was the smell of Eve's hair.

"Robbie, I'm right here."

She was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, still in her sweats and t-shirt.

"Can I come in with you?"

I pulled the blanket down and she slipped in next to me, keeping a space between us.

"Did you mean what you said, Robbie?"

I told her again that I did.

"And you really have no one in your life, right?"

I told her that I was alone in life.

"Robbie, I want you to know that I am financially secure. I don't need your pity…"

I said nothing, giving her time to say what I knew was really on her mind.

"…I don't want to be hurt again."

She rolled toward me and I slid my arm under her head, pulling her against me gently. She put her hand over my chest and snuggled in.

"Hold me, Robbie."

I held her tightly, feeling her warmth against me. She was incredibly soft and small, and I knew that she'd just given me a priceless gift - her trust. I'd known her for less than a day, but I believed that I'd finally found someone that shared my goals and values. I listened to her breathing without saying a word, and after it slowed and she was asleep, I drifted off again.

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"Wake up sleepy head."

I opened my eyes and saw Eve's face just over mine.

"Shower time."

She slid out of bed and started toward the bathroom. Her hips had an inviting swing to them as she pulled her t-shirt over her head in that special way that only a woman can manage. She disappeared around the corner.

"Do you need a written invitation, Robbie?"

By the time I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, Eve had taken off her sweat pants and had reached into the shower to turn on the water. I caught my breath as I saw her naked body for the first time. Her Asian genes were clearly evident in her body shape but her breasts were purely Caucasian, with large nipples and a slight hang to them. Within half a second I felt myself harden and I hoped that Eve wouldn't take that in the wrong way.

She took a step toward me and put her arms around me, pulling me toward her into a hug. I'm about a foot taller than Eve, so she fit under my chin perfectly and my cock was now straining against her abdomen from inside of my boxers.

"I want to feel you against me… ….Let's take these off…"

She stepped back and helped me to pull my t-shirt over my head. My boxers fell to the floor after she pushed the waistband past my hips.

Eve pressed her breasts and abdomen firmly against me as she swayed her hips slightly, creating an incredible friction between us. I had my hands on her back as she moved against me, and when she turned around, she guided them down to her breasts. They were wonderfully heavy, the perfect combination of soft and firm, and undoubtedly natural and her own. I squeezed them gently, and then traced a finger around each nipple. They responded immediately and hardened.

"Touch me…"

Eve continued to sway back and forth with my throbbing cock against her back while I gently ran my hands up and down her body, feeling the incredible curve of her waist and reaching down to explore the dark tuft of hair just above her vulva. She had exceptionally soft skin and I wasn't sure how long I could withstand her motion against me. I felt myself tighten as I moved toward the point of no return.

When I stepped backward to slow things down, Eve turned toward me once again and reached down, taking my throbbing cock into her tiny hands, which made me look far larger than I really am.

"What are we going to do about this?"

She ran her hands gently up and down my cock, squeezing the base and the tip each time she reversed direction. I started to pull away again, but Eve stepped toward me, not allowing me to escape. The bathroom countertop kept me from going any further anyway and I knew I was close to making a huge mess. She stopped for a moment, pressed her breasts and abdomen against me again, and started to sway. I fought desperately to keep from cumming.

"Don't hold back, Robbie. Let it happen…"

I didn't have a choice at that point and I clenched my teeth as I came, shooting cum between her body and mine, which made the feeling of our contact all the more erotic. Eve kept moving back and forth well after I'd finished, pressing her body very hard against mine and making me see stars. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd had up to that moment in my life, and the wetness between us kept me quite hard until she finally pulled away.

"That's for last night, Robbie. That's for not taking advantage of me when you certainly could have, and for being a decent human being."

She smiled and took my hand, leading me into the shower.

We spent almost a half hour in the shower exploring each other, washing every inch of each other's bodies. Finally, Eve guided my hand down between her legs and I gently pressed a finger against her clit using a circular motion, which made her close her eyes and moan softly. I continued until I could tell she was getting close, and then I knelt down and inserted my index finger deeply inside of her pussy. I moved my finger in and out, in tandem with my thumb pressed against her clit, slowly increasing and decreasing the pressure until Eve shuddered twice, let out a gasp, and came. I could feel the incredible strength of the muscles surrounding her pussy as they contracted and clamped down on my finger - I'd never felt anything close to that before.

I realized at that moment that I'd never kissed Eve - a strange thought given what we'd just done - and I stood, pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. We were both somewhat dazed by what had just happened, and after drying off we returned to the bed and got back under the blankets to stay warm.

"That was something."

I pulled her close and gave her another kiss, enjoying her taste as well as the feel of her naked skin against mine. We held each other for a few minutes before Eve spoke.

"Robbie, do you think I'm sexy?"

I told her exactly how I felt - that she was insanely sexy and that I couldn't believe she didn't see it.

"Well, I hate the way that my breasts hang down."

I said that I was really turned on by the feminine shape of her breasts and that large, natural breasts do that.

"God they aren't that big Robbie. It depends on the bra and the time of the month but I usually wear either a 34C or 34D."

I moved under the blanket, took a nipple into my mouth and gently teased it with my tongue. Eve began to tweak her other nipple and our combined stimulation caused both to gradually swell to their fully erect size. I was surprised by how large her nipples became but absolutely amazed as both of her areolas became swollen and puffy. Eve moaned softly as I continued to suckle and her hands gradually moved down between her legs.

As I returned to kiss Eve once again, I caught the musky scent of her pussy and this subconsciously diverted all available blood back toward my cock. Eve felt what was happening against her leg.

"Do you have a condom?"

I told her that I wasn't the kind of guy that travels around expecting to have a gorgeous woman in his hotel bed.

"I don't have anything either. Maybe we can call the front desk or something?"

A missing toothbrush was one thing, but the thought of calling and asking if the hotel had condoms available was a bit too much. I let a moment pass and told Eve that there was no need to rush - we could pick something up later on the way back to Montreal and spend some time together tonight if she wanted. My cock started to soften.

"Robbie, my period started last Sunday so it should be all right for us to have sex for another day or two. What do you think?"

One part of my brain wanted to roll on top of her and enter her immediately, but the other side was screaming that I had to be careful. My ex and I used the rhythm method for years without a problem because we were very conservative with it. Eve's dates put her on day seven of her cycle - an uncertain day if she happened to ovulate a few days early, or if she experienced a short cycle. More importantly, sometimes you have to listen to logic, or you end up with something nasty that can't be cured with any drug.

I told her everything that I was thinking about.

"My cycles are always 30 or 31 days and I'm willing to take that risk if you are. Is there anything else I should be worried about, Robbie?"

I told her that I'd been tested after my divorce and that I'd always used condoms since, so I was pretty sure I was ok.

"Well, nothing here either. My ex always refused to have sex without a condom, even just before, during, or right after my period. He definitely didn't want children and with his playing around I'm glad he never put that thing inside me without covering it."

Another moment passed.

"It's up to you, Robbie."

Eve was unmistakably offering herself to me, which was an even more meaningful gift of trust. It had been many years since I'd been with my ex without a condom - and to be honest, the thought of doing so with Eve was tremendously erotic. I wanted to feel her against me in every way possible and, despite what many people claim, there is a huge difference, even using the thinnest condom. A familiar feeling was returning as I began to harden once again.

Eve pulled the blanket down and looked at my cock, touching it gently.

"Well, I guess I have your answer, don't I?"

Eve turned and swung her leg over me, putting her pussy directly over my face while she continued to play with my cock. I was memorized by her scent and the wetness from her earlier orgasm, hanging just above my mouth, and I pulled her downward so that I could taste her. She was incredibly clean and I gradually worked by tongue inside of her, trying to concentrate as she continued to touch and squeeze me. She made a few "oh" sounds and pressed her pubic bone against my chin as I ran my tongue around her vulva, occasionally pushing my tongue inside of her.

Without warning, Eve took my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, running her tongue around the tip. She squeezed my balls as she started to move up and down my cock and the sensation was incredible. She paused, releasing me from her mouth.

"Let me know before you are going to cum, ok?"

She took me back into her mouth, again using her tongue to tease. As I continued my exploration of her pussy, she lowered her head slowly, taking me in deep, and I could feel her teeth scape me gently when she pulled back. I was intoxicated by the moment and lost track of time.

The tension in my groin grew to the point where I knew that I was getting close to orgasm, and, remembering Eve's words, I touched her and let her know what was going to happen. To my surprise, she didn't stop and continued until I felt myself slipping over the edge. Suddenly, Eve raised herself off of me, turned quickly to face me, and pressed her vulva against the base of my throbbing cock, forcing my cock against my pubic bone. I gasped as she put her entire weight onto me and I involuntarily raised my knees against her ass as the first contraction of my orgasm began.

"Not yet…"

When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was treated to the sight of Eve's breasts above me as she continued to press against me. She was looking down with a strange look at my cock, and when I followed her gaze I realized that a large string of cum had managed to make it past her defenses onto my stomach. Eve reached down and collected what she could, bringing her hand back to her mouth and tasting what she'd found. She leaned over and kissed me deeply; I was excited by the knowledge that she tasted herself in the same way that I tasted myself.

I let Eve know that if she moved before I had a few minutes to recover, I'd probably cum very quickly. She continued to press against me as I reached up and gently cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth and weight. They did have a hang to them and this really turned me on. I could see that she would look fantastic in a low-cut dress, even without a bra - and I'd never seen such incredible nipples. I told her so.

"Robbie, I'm really attracted to you too. I hope I'm not hurting you… …I should have stopped when you told me to."

I told her it was ok and gently massaged her breasts for a few minutes as my heartbeat slowed. Eve finally raised her hips and started to lightly rub her vulva up and down along my now insensitive and semi-hard cock. As blood circulation returned I hardened and she started to bear down, swaying her hips from side to side. She was clearly enjoying the feel against her clit, which she pressed tightly against me by tipping her hips forward the end of an occasional stroke.

Eve stopped, moved forward slightly, and placed her lips directly over the tip of my cock. I could feel her wetness as she pressed downward and her lips parted slightly around me. I was just a small motion away from being inside of her. She paused.

"I'm right here if you want me."

I pushed forward, but I had to pull back when I missed her entrance and she slid along my shaft. As I pushed forward again she leaned forward, tipped her hips and I was inside of her. Eve pushed against me until I could go no further, and then squeezed my cock tightly with her powerful muscles, thrust a few times, and sat back. She started to move very slightly up and down, letting out a slight gasp each time she did.

"God Robbie, you are touching my cervix when I do that and it feels fucking good".

After several minutes, Eve's breathing became ragged as she pumped her hips more and more rapidly against me and I knew that she was getting closer to her orgasm. I was barely able to hold back and I reached toward her hips in a desperate attempt to slow her down.

"No, Robbie… …No… …just keep going…"

She pumped even faster and I could no longer help myself; I released stream after stream of cum inside of her.

"I can feel that… …holy shit… …holy shit…"

Eve still didn't slow down and it was all I could do to keep from screaming as she slammed against me. My cock remained hard, but it felt white hot from the incredible overstimulation and I didn't know if I could take much more. However, after a while longer the pain started to turn into pleasure once again and I began to meet Eve's heavy thrusts with thrusts of my own. After a few more minutes she was panting heavily and clearly just moments away.

"Oh God…"

Tremors went through Eve's body as her pussy convulsed in orgasm, and my cock was squeezed to the point at which she could no longer move up or down on it. Her orgasm gradually faded and she collapsed forward into my arms, my cock still deep inside of her. Her breathing slowed and she rolled off of me.

"That was incredible…"

I mumbled something and looked down at my cock, which was covered in cum and Eve's juices. It was still standing at attention - something that Eve noticed a moment later.

"Jesus, you're still hard Robbie."

She turned and swung her leg over me, placing her cum-filled pussy just above my face once again. A drop of cum dripped from her onto my chin as she took my cock into her hands and squeezed it. When Eve lowered her head and began to use her tongue to lick me, I pulled her down and sucked on her lips, pressing my tongue inside of her and tasting our combined juices.

We kept at this for a few minutes and then I told Eve that I didn't think I could cum again - twice in one morning was a world record for me anyway. Eve raised her head, took my cock into her hands and tried to point it toward my feet unsuccessfully.

"Well, let's not waste this, ok?"

She got off of me, turned and remained on her hands and knees.

"Just put it inside of me again for a minute, ok?"

I moved around behind her and entered her again, not sure of how it would feel. I was surprised to find that it felt damn good, but I was more surprised that Eve wanted to keep going. My eyes were frozen on her incredible curves as I moved in and out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her in any way. Her pussy was slick and we made a wet sound every time we pressed against each other.

"Harder, Robbie…"

I began to enter her more rapidly, pushing in as far as I could and pulling back until I was barely inside of her. Eve met my thrusts, lowering her head to the mattress and presenting her pussy so that I could really go deep. I stopped for a moment, ran my hands along her waist and followed the flare of her hips until my hands were on her ass. I spread her slightly, and then buried myself into her as far as I could, searching for her cervix.

"That's it, Robbie… …right there…"

I could feel her cervix lightly against the tip of my cock each time my pubic bone pressed against her, and after a few minutes, a tickle deep inside of my balls told me that something might be pending. I increased the speed of my thrusts as the tickle became stronger and stronger.

Eve was making low moaning sounds and shaking her head from side to side when the tickle suddenly turned into a jolting spasm. I shoved myself inside of Eve as deeply as I could as my cock twitched and injected whatever sperm remained in my balls into her. The unexpected intensity and sharpness of the orgasm caused me to grunt loudly and I pulled out of Eve when it faded, rolled to the side and lay on the bed, completely drained.

Eve smiled and lay beside me.

"You owe me an orgasm, Robbie."

I pulled her close and the smell of her hair filled my nose. I finally recognized the scent.

It was Jasmine.

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