Moving From Gwen To Sarah (This Is A Follow-on To The Story “We Waited Until 18”.) free porn video

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Gwen and I, my name is Tom, had grown up together since we were 3. We became best friends. Gwen was the most beautiful girl at school and had been elected to our high school homecoming royalty in our freshman, sophomore, and junior years. In the middle of our junior year Sarah Elizabeth moved to our city. Her father had just become CEO of the biggest company in our city. She and her family moved into one of the most expensive houses available in town. Sarah Elizabeth who we called Sarah E. to distinguish her from Sarah T. one of the popular girls at school. Sarah Elizabeth (I’ll just call her Sarah from now on) was different from the other girls at school. Sarah dressed impeccably all of the time. She wore clothes that accented her looks and her figure. Her hair was blond, with some wave to it, and came down below her shoulders. She was on the tall side about 5' 10” or 11”. Her legs were long and sleek. She was physically fit, but had the curves of a woman. Her breasts were large and were noticed by all the guys when she walked by. They were also a discussion topic of many of the girls. She quickly made many friends at the school.

Gwen and I continued to be best friends throughout school, just best friends. Because we were so close many at school considered us a couple and believed we were boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, we had hugged on rare occasions at the funerals of our grandparents or other family members. We had also kissed on a few occasions like each time she was elected to homecoming royalty and the times after I had scored the winning basket in basketball games. But nothing of a true sexual nature.

After our senior year started Gwen stated several times that she wanted to be homecoming queen. She became almost fixated on this during the weeks leading up to homecoming. She became concerned when she discovered Sarah was also going to run for homecoming queen. After the vote was taken Sarah ended up winning by less than 10 votes. Gwen was crushed. With help from her parents and myself she made it through homecoming week.

After the homecoming dance Gwen and I went to the spot where we had spent many summer days and even camped out overnight. Gwen had worked in cahoots with our mothers to pack things in the car I would need for an overnight stay. The place was a property previously owned by my grandfather before he died. It was purchased fully by my father by him buying my uncle’s half. The property bordered the South side of a lake, it had a hill with a large flat top that we had used for camping, star gazing, and watching meteor showers. The property also had an old stone cabin on the other side of the hill from the lake.

After the homecoming dance Gwen informed me that we were going to the hill to spend the night. She had already spoken to our parents. That night we made love for the first time, second time, and third time.

After high school we went to the same college and shared an apartment off campus. I finished my bachelor’s of science degree in experimental physics in 3 years. Then completed my PhD in theoretical physics during the next 6 years. A company had approached me after I received my degree and was interested funding research and development based on my doctoral thesis. They paid off my school loans and offered me a substantial salary.

Gwen had also completed her work toward a PhD in veterinary medicine. She had started working at a vet office near our apartment.

In the next few years we had planned to get married and buy a house. However about year after graduation in late May I was devastated when Gwen was involved in an automobile accident and died as the result of her injuries. I requested a 3 month leave to go home for Gwen's funeral and then spend time at home around my family for support. My company graciously agreed.

After I arrived home I discovered that our 10 year reunion was planned for later that Summer. I waffled back and forth as to whether to go. Finally my mother convinced me it would be good foe me to go and see some old friends of mine and Gwen’s. Maybe even share some happy memories and receive their condolences. I bought a ticket for the event which was to be held at one of the better hotels in town.

Before the reunion I decided to spend some time at “the hill”. I had found all of the old camping gear which I had left in my old bedroom. My parents had left things in the bedroom in place for when Gwen and I would come back from school for visits. I put the things in the car and went to the lake side property. There was a meteor shower peaking that night one of several Gwen and I had camped out to see several times. When I arrived at the property I saw the improvements my father had made to the old stone cabin. The walls had been repaired, a new roof, doors, and windows. There was also an outhouse where there had never been one before. There was also now electricity running to the cabin. My father had told me he was now renting out the cabin on occasion for fisherman and hunters to offset the cost of repairs. I had the key to the cabin, but I intended to camp out on the hill as Gwen and I had done many times in the past. This meteor shower, Aquarid, was not one of the most spectacular of the year, but usually had it’s moments. I lay on top of the hill on my sleeping bag watching the occasional streaks of lights across the sky. Before long I was remembering Gwen, our times there, and wept heavily until I was exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was already shining high in the sky. I decided to come back and spend the night again in the middle of August the rest of the night after the reunion. The reunion was scheduled to end at midnight and the meteor display would start about 1:00 a.m.

Finally the night of the reunion arrived. Even though the hotel was only a short drive away, my mind was swimming in memories of high school. Unfortunately most of the memories turned into memories of Gwen. I arrived at the hotel and parked. My eyes filled with tears. I sat in the car sobbing trying to decide whether or not to go inside. I looked up and saw Brad and a woman in the rear-view mirror as they walked past the back of my car. Brad was the captain of our basketball team our senior year. We were both starters. I remembered that my mother had said, it would be good for me to see and speak with my friends from high school. I collected myself and then wiped away the remnants of my tears. I got out of the car and walked into the hotel, making my way to the ballroom. I checked in at the table and spoke with the two women at the table. Both of them had been friends of Gwen. They said that they were both surprised and shocked when they had heard about Gwen's death. They both felt sorry for me and conveyed their sympathy. I thanked them and walked into the large room. There were tables and a buffet set up on one side of the room and a dance floor with a DJ setting up on the other side of the room. I spotted Brad and the other starters on the basketball team sitting together with who I assumed were their partners. I walked over to the table and was greeted very warmly by all there. 2 of the ladies there were from our class. They were Jim and Eric's wives now. Brad had his girlfriend there and Robert had his wife who was from the sophomore class when we seniors. I was asked to join them. I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down with my back to the entrance. I appreciated all the sympathy they offered for Gwen's death. Then I enjoyed catching up on what they all had been doing. In the middle of our conversation everyone at the table suddenly became quiet. I noticed their eyes directed toward the entrance. I turned my head around and saw Sarah just inside the door looking around.

One of the ladies at the table finally broke the silence asking, “Isn't that the one that beat out Gwen for homecoming queen?”

“Yes, yes it is,” Brad answered. “I thought she had moved to California. I guess she may have returned just for the reunion.”

Sarah locked her eyes on me and smiled. She walked toward our table, but turned to sit at a nearby empty table. She sat straight in my line of sight when I turned back to face the table.

“Everything ok, Tom?” Brad asked after several minutes of me not joining in the conversation.

I assured him and the others that I was ok. Sarah had as much right to be there as any one of us. She was not going to ruin the evening for me. Our conversation at the table continued with everyone bringing the group up to date on where they were in their lives. I occasionally looked at Sarah. Sometimes she was looking my way. Other times someone had come over to her table and they were talking. After a bit the DJ started playing music. Eventually the couples excused themselves one by one to go and dance. I was alone at the table. Several people, both friends of mine and friends of Gwen, stopped by the table to offer there condolences and ask how I was doing. I thought about going to the buffet, but I was not really feeling hungry. Eventually there was a time when neither of us had anyone at our tables. I was not sure what prompted me to go over to her table. I had no dislike for her, just the disappointment that she was homecoming queen rather than Gwen.

As I walked to her table she smiled. I took notice that Sarah had changed very little since high school. She still had gorgeous medium to long, blond hair with a good amount of wave. Her blue eyes and nearly perfect facial features were still the same. It appeared that she was still thin and fit. When she had walked in I couldn’t help but notice her long toned legs. Her breasts were a sight to behold. They were large, and at least with her clothes on, were well shaped. They were the ones that caught both the boy's and the girl's attention during high school.

“Hi, Tom,” Sarah said as I got near the table. “Sit down if you like.”

I sat down across from her at the 4-seat table.

“Hi, Sarah,” I said. “How are you doing?”

“I am doing well,” she answered then paused. “I heard things are not so well with you. I heard Gwen was in an accident and didn't make it. I'm so sorry.”

“Thank you!” I replied with tears filling my eyes. “The last few months have been very hard.”

Sarah moved to a chair next to me. I had already noticed there was change in Sarah overall attitude. She was coming across as truly genuine and not the “I’m better than you” and snobbish attitude she had in high school. She put her hand on mine.

“Where are you living now and what work do you do?” Sarah asked.

I told her I was living in an apartment in Massachusetts near Boston. I had graduated with a B.S. in Experimental Physics, then had gotten a Master’s and PhD in Theoretical Physics. I then told her I was working for a company in the Boston area.

“Where are you living and what work are you doing?” I asked her.

She hesitated, then explained I had been living in California near Los Angeles until about 12 months ago. I have been back here since then. I went to college out there and received a Bachelor’s degree in multi-media Graphical Design in 5 years. During my second year of college I was approached by one of the other ladies in one of my classes and asked if I would be interested in doing some modeling work. She said she was working for a big agency that was looking girls. The job kind of got me off track getting my degree.

I took a chance and called the phone number she gave me to set up n interview. They hired me on the spot. I took the job modeling clothing. You know dresses, pants, blouses, shirts, and workout clothes. About 3 times a week I would go dress, get made up, and then pose for a photographer. ***********ed pictures would be used for advertising in various media both print and online. Everything went well for nearly a year. The pay was good and since my father was paying for my college, room, and board, I now had extra money for other things.

After about a year of modeling the person that hired me approached me after a photo shoot. She asked if I would be interested in modeling swimsuits and stated I certainly had the right body shape. She also told me that it would pay 30% more. She told me to think about it and let her know. I put my clothes back on and decided I would take the swimsuit jobs when they came around.

I was surprised how much Sarah was telling me. We were not friends in high school, nor had much interaction in high school. We had shared a dance at homecoming and she had tried to get me to meet up with me after the dance. Promising me a night “I would never forget”. However that was the night I spent with Gwen and we had intercourse for the first time.

Sarah continued. I modeled clothing and swimsuits for the next year. I enjoyed the occasional increase in pay. School was going well and I was learning both the educational and business side of things. During my fourth year of collage the same person came to me and asked me if I would be interested in modeling lingerie. There would be an additional 30% increase in pay over the swimsuit modeling pay rate. It took me until my next modeling session for me to give my answer. I reluctantly accepted with the condition I could reject the wearing of anything I deemed inappropriate. The lingerie modeling sessions were less frequent than swimsuit sessions, which were less frequent than clothing modeling sessions. I was hoping to graduate that spring so I knew this would be short term.

Then something happened, the modeling agency put on a big push for models to go to a location shoot over winter break. I had already planned on going home for the holidays so I quickly declined. The agency then pushed for me to go to a location shoot during spring break. I tentatively agreed. When I got back from winter break several of the models that had gone on the location shoot were no longer around. I asked about them and received no real answer. At college about 2 weeks later I saw one of the models I had worked with. I went over to her and asked where she had gone. Her answer scared me. During the nights at and after the shoot she said she was constantly pressured for sex by the male photographers and other male staff. The former model said she couldn’t wait to get back and quit. The next time I went in for modeling, people at the agency put a full press to get me to agree to go to the location shoot over spring break. Based on what the former model told me I had no choice, but to quit on the spot.

“Good choice!” I told her.

Sarah still on the chair next to me leaned closer and said, “The music and noise level has increased and it is hard to hear.”

She touched my hand. It felt like electricity going through my hand and up my arm. I attributed this to a touch when I was not expecting this.

Sarah continued with her hand still on top of mine, “I had saved a large part of the money from modeling so quitting was not going to be a problem. During my last semester I realized I had made a mistake with my classes after talking to my counselor about graduation. Even though I would have enough credits, I had missed one of the requirements for my degree. An appropriate course was not offered during the summer terms and I would have to return in the fall to complete the course. I found an internship at a company there and spent the summer working. In the fall they let me move to a part-time position with hours that let me take the class I needed. The pay was pretty good.”

“After I graduated the company offered me a full time position with a decent salary. I enjoyed the work, meeting new people, and using my education for work I enjoyed.” She continued.

“After about 3 years they hired a couple of guys that would be working on the team with me. Everything was fine for a couple of weeks. Then the harassment started. It was leering looks and then occasional inappropriate verbal comments. The comments increased from occasional to frequent. Then it became sexually suggestive comments. I complained to my manager and then to human resources. It settled down for a short time, then came back. After a small number of unwanted touches, I made the decision to leave. I sent my resignation and my reasons to my supervisor and H.R. and never went back. I received a 6-month compensation check after signing an agreement not to sue. I discovered an organization that contracted with independent graphical designers to do work for companies of various sizes. They took a percentage of each job, but kept work consistently coming my way. I worked through them for a little over 2 years before I decided to move back and work for myself. I have a small office a few blocks away. I have a clerical assistant working for me.” she again continued.

Her story stopped there.

“How is your business doing?” I asked.

“Tom, it was hard finding work at first. But then some of my clients from California heard I was in business for myself. They started using me for their needs. Soon word got around and I had more work than I could handle. I have one of my classmates from college coming to work with me in a week,” Sarah told me.

Her voice had been such a pleasure to listen to. She had given me so much information about herself. I knew I wanted to get to know her better.

After a pause I asked, “Sarah, would you like to dance?”

“I thought you would never ask?” she answered.

We stood. I took her by the hand and we walked to the dance floor. While we danced we were watched by a large number of people. I had forgotten how it felt dancing with her. She was light on her feet and felt so good while we danced close together.

After the third or fourth song she whispered in my ear, “What are you doing after the reunion?”

I knew what she was asking. I hesitated for a bit before answering.

“I have plans to camp out and watch the meteor shower tonight,” I responded.

She pulled back slightly and looked at me. I think she was trying to determine if I was telling the truth.

“Yes the Perseid meteor shower peaks tonight a little after midnight. I have a great viewing spot,” I told her.

She must have believed me.

“May I join you?” she whispered into my ear. “I have never seen a meteor shower.”

Without hesitation I answered, “Sure if you would like to.”

We spent the rest of the night with each other dancing, eating, and just talking. I was surprised how easy it was to talk with her. It felt like were good friends getting back together after a long time. We continued to get puzzled looks from many of my classmates throughout the rest of the night. I continued to become more and more impressed with Sarah as the night continued. She came across as extremely intelligent. She was well versed in many areas including current events. The 10 years since high school had been very good to her. She had changed little since graduation although her look had softened and it did not appear from make-up. Her skin was warm and soft. I tended to have cold hands. I learned a lot about her family and she was very interested in hearing about mine.

The DJ announced that the last chance to dance was coming shortly. Sarah and I sat down.

“Sarah, do you to stop for a change of clothes?” I asked. “I have a change of clothes in my car.”

“I hadn't thought about that,” she stated. “I know wouldn't want to wear this for watching meteors or camping out.”

That was the first time I thought about her staying and camping with me all night.

“You could follow me to my place after the reunion and I can change there,” Sarah suggested.

“Sounds fine!” I replied. “Do you have anyone to whom you wish to say goodbye?”

“A few,” she answered.

“I have a few also,” I said. “I'll meet you back here.”

She nodded and we separated. We said our goodbyes and met back at the table about 5 minutes after the last song ended.

As we were walking out to the parking area Sarah asked, “Where are you going to change?”

“I’ll change in my car,” I answered.

We came across my car first. We both got in and drove to where her car was parked. She got out and I backed up to let her back out of her parking spot. I followed her to her apartment building and parked next to her car.

“I’ll be back soon!” Sarah said before going inside.

I changed into my comfortable clothes, tossing my other clothes into the back seat. A few minutes later Sarah reappeared wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and comfortable looking pants and shoes. She got in the car a patted my hand. I again felt some “electricity” go through me.

“Let's go!” she exclaimed with excitement and anticipation in her voice.

I drove out of town toward the high school. I turned left onto the highway on the south end of town and followed it around the south end of the lake. I felt her hand move onto the top of my leg. She just rested it there. I felt some excitement building. I turned into property by the lake. I drove the little more than a quarter of a mile to where the cabin and bottom of the hill were. I got out, grabbed the lamp, and a few other things. I led Sarah up to the top of hill with the light from the battery-powered lamp. We got to the top I put the lamp down and spread out the sleeping bags. The sleeping bags were great they would provide some cushion on the ground and had built in pillows. I had been planning to stack them, instead I laid them side by side because Sarah was here. It made for comfortable star/meteor gazing.

“I’m going back to the car for a few more things,” I told Sarah.

“This is a great place for looking at the sky. Is there a beach down there?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, good for swimming. Very few weeds around and a nice sandy bottom,” I replied before going down to the car.

I grabbed the cooler and brought it up to the hilltop. Sarah was already laying on one of the sleeping bags. The lamp was still on and I could help but notice Sarah's curves and figure even with the loose fitting clothes she was wearing. I set the cooler down on one of the log seats we had set up around the fire pit. I had set up the wood in the fire pit for a bon fire, however I had not planned on starting a fire tonight the light would interfere with observing the meteor shower.

“I have a few bottles of water, a few beers, and some other drinks on ice in the cooler. Have whatever you want,” I said to Sarah.

“I'll have a bottle of water now if you don't mind,” she responded. “This is sure a great, comfortable way to look at stars.”

I grabbed a bottle for each of us. I lay down on the other sleeping bag and handed the bottle of water to Sarah. I shut the lamp off. The stars in the sky became brighter.

“When does the show start?” She asked.

I looked at the time on my phone.

“Anytime now,” I told her.

“There are sure a lot of stars,” she said.

I started pointing out some of the constellations. Soon she started naming some of them. I was again impressed by her knowledge. During high school I had always assumed that she didn't have much going on upstairs, but tonight she had definitely changed my mind. I was pointing out the constellation Perseus (the point in the sky where tonight's meteors appeared to originate) when there were a couple of streaks of light.

“Were those the meteors?” Sarah asked.

“Yes. It is starting it will peak in about an hour,” I answered. “Just keep looking that direction.”

We watched soon there were streaks of light across the sky every minute or so. After 30 or 40 minutes the frequency increased. Occasionally a larger streak would appear. Most of the meteors were likely just specs of sand. The larger streaks may have been from small pebbles.

I explained to Sarah, “These are the leftovers from a comet. The comet was named …”

“Swift-Tuttle!” Sarah interrupted.

Now I was really impressed.

“You've been holding out on me. You know more than you have been letting on,” I stated.

“Ok, one of my jobs a couple of years ago was a layout for a science magazine article on meteor showers. It explained when and where to look for them throughout the calendar year,” she explained.

We continued to watch the show. We saw a couple of examples off a meteor that broke into 2 or more pieces generating multiple streaks from 1 original source. I had seen this a few times before, but it sure impressed Sarah. Occasionally she would touch and caress the back of my hand. Each touch gave me a good feeling. The frequency of the meteors began to decrease.

“You sure know how to put together a good first date,” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “May I have one of those beers now?”

I was stunned and at a loss for words when she said “first date”. First I hadn't considered this a date. Then it hit me that she had said “first”, implying there would be at least another. I gathered myself, got up, and retrieved 2 beers from the cooler. The beers were at the bottom of the cooler deep in the ice. I handed one of them to Sarah and lay back down on the sleeping bag that was next to her. Both of us were right handed and were drinking our beers. Sarah was on my right-hand side. Suddenly there were several meteors streaking across the sky in succession. I set my beer down and pointed up for Sarah to notice.

“That was a wonderful display,” Sarah said.

When I put my arm down Sarah reached over and touched my hand.

“Ooo! Your hand is cold. Let me warm it up,” she said.

I thought she was just going to hold it. However she took it and moved it under the waist band of her pants near the inside of her left thigh. This caught me by surprise. Before I moved Sarah moved herself closer to me and my hand went between her legs. Her pussy was clean shaven, soft, smooth, and warm. She spread her legs giving me better access. It was obvious she wanted me to do more. I traced my fingers around the outside of her pussy lips. Sarah moaned lightly in appreciation. I could feel the warmth coming from inside her body. I traced a couple of my fingers from the top to the bottom of her pussy lips. There was a slight amount of moisture that had escaped from between them and was now on tips of my fingers. After another moan from her I pressed my fingers between her pussy lips. She was already quite wet inside. I felt Sarah shiver. Then her reached over and rubbed up and down on the front of my pants. Because of what I had been doing to her I had already become semi-hard. The feel of her hand quickly caused me to harden completely. Sarah must have definitely felt my penis pushing up inside my pants. She unsnapped the waistband of my pants and then unzipped them. My underwear pushed up through the opening in my pants. Sarah kept rubbing along my underwear. My penis needed to escape, it was becoming uncomfortable. I used my other hand and was able to slide my pants and underwear down while lifting my rear end off the sleeping bag. My penis stood up in the air and Sarah immediately wrapped her fingers around it. She then pulled down her pants and I had easier access to her womanhood. I pressed my fingers deeper into her to additional appreciative moans. Sarah continued to move her hand up and down my shaft. I moaned due the wonderful feeling of her fingers. I was concerned I was going to explode too quickly. I had been over 3 months since Gwen had died. I hadn’t had sex since.

I pushed my fingers into her vaginal opening and slowly pushed them in and out to sounds of pleasure from Sarah. I was disappointed when she let go of me. However my disappointment turned to excitement when she used her hands to pull her shirt up and off her body. It was very dark outside. I wished so very much to see her nude.

“May I turn the light on?” I asked.

“Sure, sure go ahead,” Sarah answered.

I flipped the switch on the battery-powered lamp. My eyes got wide when the light illuminated her body. I knew she had large breasts, however I was amazed at how firm, round, and perfect they were. She noticed the look on my face.

She smiled and said, “I love that look. I haven’t seen that look for a long time.”

“You look so wonderful. I never realized how you would look without your clothes. Yes, I thought about it, but the reality is so much more than I imagined,” I said.

“You can do more than just look,” Sarah invited.

I rolled on my side to face Sarah. I had to remove my right had from between her legs, but quickly replaced it with my left hand. I moved my right hand to her nearest breast and began to massage it. It was very warm, soft, smooth, pliable, yet strangely firm and resilient. Her moans and ahs encouraged me to continue. I then used my finger to circle the areola around her nipple. Her nipple hardened and began to protrude significantly beyond it’s original level. I lightly circled the outside of her nipple, then rubbed over the tip. Sarah softly squealed.

I realized that Sarah still had a hold of my penis and was still firmly, but slowly, moving her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was still full length and very hard. I had been so focused on the beauty in front of me I had lost focus on what she was doing to me. I looked into her eyes. She had a satisfied, but inviting, look on her face. She closed her eyes and let out and soft “mmm”, then her lips puckered. I could take a hint. I released her breast, to moved to kiss her. I noticed there was some liquid on my finger tips. I assumed it was some perspiration. Our lips met. Her lips were soft, warm, and moist. Sarah moaned after we had been kissing for several minutes. She opened her mouth slightly. I opened mine and before long we were tongue wrestling and breathing heavily through our noses. Eventually we broke our lip lock.

“I loved the kiss. Bit, I was trying to get you to kiss my breast,” Sarah said between breathes.

I needed no further prompting and quickly moved my lips to her nearest breast. I immediately put my lips to her nipple. I kissed her nipple before licking, then I started sucking on it. Sarah moaned again. Then something unexpected happened. I got some liquid in my mouth. The liquid tasted like a warm sweetened milk. It was a very pleasant taste and although I was surprised I continued sucking and enjoying what I was receiving from her. After a few minutes I stopped.

“You are lactating,” I stated. “You obviously have a baby. Are you married? Does the father live with you?”

I asked fearing there might be retaliation from a husband or boyfriend. She paused for a bit before answering.

She answered hesitantly, “I'm sorry I didn’t tell you I have a child. He is staying with my parents overnight. I didn’t want to pick him up and wake him up after the reunion.”

She paused again.

“The father is in California,” she said then paused before continuing. “I … I was … raped.”

I could hear the pain and unhappiness in her voice.

“Sarah, you don't need to continue. I hear the pain in your voice,” I offered.

“No, I want to tell you. First I didn't know I was going to make a solid connection with someone at the reunion. While we were talking I should have told you. However I did not want to scare you away,” she said. “Second as for the father of my child, he is now in prison. The person that raped me was one of the two guys that had originally come to work with me and causing me to leave and go out on my own. One night I was out celebrating my birthday with some friends. Our designated driver had just dropped me off. Just when I had unlocked my door he jumped me and pushed me inside. I had a little too much to drink and he easily overpowered me. He raped me there. He had a mask on. I pulled it off just when he finished. He ran off, but not before I recognized him. I immediately called the police and he was arrested the next day.”

“What a horrible experience,” I said.

“I found out 6 weeks later that I was pregnant. I passingly considered abortion, but I couldn’t do that. The child was not to blame for what happened. I couldn’t take it’s life,” she continued. “After the trial I decided to leave California and move back home. I would need help and support to raise my child. My son, Tom, born about 10 months ago.”

“You named your son Tom?” I questioned.

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind”, she answered.

“You named your child after me?” I asked.

“Well kind of. My father is named Tom too,” she replied. “But I did think of you.”

Throughout this time Sarah had continued with her hand job on my shaft. Her story had distracted me from the attention she had been paying to me. I shifted slightly.

“Do you want to stop?” Sarah asked.

“Yes,” I said watching her expression turn to disappointment. “But I would like to start on your other breast.”

“Please,” she laughed while quickening her pace on my penis. “I guess I have not scared you off yet.”

I moved over to her right breast. I kissed and licked around the nipple. It quickly became hard and erect. I began to suck and again rewarded by her sweet nectar. I sucked and swallowed for several minutes. I moved to get on top of her.

“Hold on, I want to be on top Tom,” Sarah insisted.

I turned on my back and pulled her on top of me. She let go of my penis in the process. I loved the feel of her milk laden breasts pushing on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. We shared a long passionate kiss. When I released her She got up on her knees. She positioned my penis to enter her. She slowly lowered herself until the head of my penis touched her warm damp pussy.

“Over 10 years ago I promised to give you a night you wouldn’t forget,” she said. “I plan to keep that promise tonight.”

“You have a great start,” I responded. “I hope I can make it memorable for you as well.”

She pressed down and I began to enter her. She was hot, slick, and soft. It had been awhile since I had been inside a woman. The feeling was something I had nearly forgotten. Suddenly something came into my head.

“Sarah, this is wonderful. I do not have a condom. Are you on birth control?” I asked gently.

“Thanks for thinking about that. You are truly a gentleman. I am on birth control,” Sarah answered then continued to move lower.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the almost indescribable, pleasurable feeling of her tight, slick, warm pussy. Her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed as she continued to take more and more of me into her. I reached up and my hands on her protruding breasts. I began by softly caressing her breasts away from her nipples. Sarah drew a deep breath and let it out.

“Ooo! That feels wonderful. Be careful the nipples are tender,” she said.

I was surprised that she hadn’t said something earlier when I had been sucking on her breasts. I continued circling, moving closer to her nipples. Sarah had moved all the way down on me. She paused there. A satisfied smile crossed her face. I moved the palms of my hands over her nipples and began gentle kneading them. She swiveled her hips around providing me another fantastic sensation.

“Mmm! You feel so nice inside me. You are so long and thick. You fill me up so nice. It has been so very long since I have had a real man inside me,” Sarah said.

“You're so very tight inside,” I responded. “I feel my member throbbing inside your tight pussy.”

“My doctor gave me some exercises to do after my son was born to tighten and tone things up. I have been very faithful doing those since,” Sarah stated.

I looked at her abdomen. At least by the light of the lantern there was no sign that she had ever been pregnant. I moved one of my hands down from one of her breasts. I guided it down across her firm, trim stomach. I circled my fingers around her navel. Sarah took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly before taking another deep breath. Her abdominal muscles twitched at my touch. She took my hand in hers and lowered it between her legs. I quickly found Sarah’s clitoris. Sarah jerked when I touched it. I continued while Sarah began to move up and back down on my rod. First it was just an inch or two. Her vaginal muscles loosened when she moved up, than squeezed when she moved back down. Both of us began to breathe heavily as the stoke lengthened. Soon she was bouncing up and down with abandon. After a couple of minutes we were both panting. I felt the pressure building inside me. I started sweating and felt perspiration drop from Sarah’s forehead also. I exploded into her with a long grunt and arched my back lifting Sarah up. Then Sarah shook and shuddered. Her vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed spasmodically while she yelled “Yes! Oh yes!” up toward the sky. When her orgasm ended she collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around her until our breathing returned to normal. I enjoyed feeling her body pressing on top of mine. I was still hard and still inside her. We kissed a very passionate kiss. We only stopped to get a quick breath.

“May I roll you over for round 2?” I asked.

She answered, “I would like that very much. Please be gentle and don't make me feel trapped.”

I guess this was due to past experience. I gently rolled her over to the other sleeping bag while still deep inside her. Sarah kissed my chest as I started moving out and then back inside her. Her kisses were soft and gentle, then she began to nibble on my nipple. I had never had anyone do this to me before. The feeling was unusual, but strangely pleasant and extremely enjoyable. I did my best to prevent Sarah from feeling trapped in any way. I started moving slowly in and out with short strokes. I watched her breasts moving, bouncing up at down at the pace I was setting. I lengthened my stroke and increased my speed. Her breasts moved farther and more rapidly. I loved watching them move under me. Sarah must has seen the smile on my face because she smiled back. I lasted a while since I had cum just a short time before. I watched as her eyes closed concentrating on the feelings she was having. I felt the boiling in my balls as my scrotum tightened up. I grunted and slammed deep into her. I exploded into her as her vagina tightened like a vice around me. She screamed loudly as her orgasm took control of her body. She writhed and trembled under me for a couple of minutes. Once she became still. Not wanting her to feel trapped I rolled back to my original sleeping bag.

A few minutes later after we had recovered and cooled down I zipped the sleeping bags together. We climbed into the joined sleeping bags and cuddled together enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. We remained that way until the sun had been up for a couple of hours. I woke first. I watched her for several minutes before she opened her eyes. She sure was beautiful.

When she opened her eye I asked, “So what are we doing for our second date?”

“You'll just have to wait to find out,” she answered smiling.

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