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After having spent such a perfect afternoon in bed with her, I found myself eager to further explore the sensual possibilities of Kathleen. A previously planned trip to the mainland however, to conduct a workshop on real estate exchanges prevented me from getting together with her for the next two weeks. Midway through my trip I called her at work and we talked for a few minutes but the presents of clients in her office precluded any intimate conversation so we simply made a date for dinner upon my return from New York.
During my trip, I was surprised at the number of times thoughts of Kathleen came to mind. I realized I was possibly more smitten than I had thought when I passed on an obvious invitation to get better aquatinted with one of the women assigned to help with the logistics of my seminar. As I contemplated returning her interest, it occurred to me that, although she was a very stunning and intelligent lady in her late twenties who could have held her own in a Playboy layout, I really wasn't interested. I had been aware for some time that beauty in a woman and sensuality are often not synonymous but never before had I let that knowledge stop me from the pursuit of possible pleasure. This time however, while I enjoyed the eye candy, I longed for the more substantial fare I anticipated finding at home.
After surviving a long flight home and spending the next day slogging through the piles on my desk that always seem to greet my return from mainland trips, I was more than eager as I approached Kathleen's house at seven that evening. I had been celibate for the past two weeks and hoped she was not looking forward to a leisurely dinner downtown.
To say that her mood matched mine would be a gross understatement. Swinging the door wide, she stepped into the doorway and suddenly I was overwhelmed, first by the sight and smell of her, than by the sound of her laughter, and finally by her feel and taste as she moved her large softness against me, slid her arms around my neck and pressed her open mouth against mine, forcing her tongue between my lips. Without thought my hands reached around her massive form to grasp her hips, sinking into the soft pillows of flesh and slipping sensuously against the nylon of her peignoir, lustfully pulling her more tightly against me. As I struggled to recover from my surprise and delight, it occurred to me that we would dining in that evening. My next thought was to wonder if two weeks of celibacy was enough for the ordeal of the night ahead.
When she finally came up for air, she leaned back in my arms while still pressing her bulging tummy against my rampant cock. "I thought perhaps we'd have hors d'oeuvres here first," she said with a naughty grin. "It feels like you might agree," she continued, sensuously flexing her hips as her abdomen massaged that most obvious sign of my arousal.
"Only if the hors d'oeuvres come wrapped in a sexy negligée," I replied.
"Will this one do?" she asked, stepping back into the room and slowly turning to show me her abundant charms, displayed for my viewing pleasure in a white teddy. Her huge breasts strained the lacy cups to overflowing and bulged over the deep décolleté, threatening to burst out into my hands. As she turned, the French-cut legs of her outfit framed the bare flesh of her broad hips, her full round thighs encased in sheer stockings, all clearly visible through the transparent peignoir draped from her shoulders. I realized I was almost panting at the possibilities for pleasure within the opulent softness of this bountiful earth goddess.
"Perfect," I answered, following her into the house, shutting the door behind me and walking over to take her into my arms again. As our tongues writhed together in another lubricious kiss, I felt her body shift slightly away from me, then a tugging at the front of my pants, and finally her soft fingers as they reached into my shorts and closed around my rampant cock. As she began to stroke the rigid shaft, my hips jerked in spasms and I almost lost my cool into her caressing fist.
"My, aren't we on a hair trigger tonight," she remarked as she sensed the closeness of my climax and reluctantly pulled her hand from my pants.
"I'm just glad to see you," I answered, grinning.
"I'm surprised those New York ladies left me any," she laughed. "I guess they aren't as friendly as they're reputed to be."
"Oh, they tried, but there just weren't enough of 'em."
"Oh, really? And just how many of them do you require?"
"Only one, but I couldn't find even one with enough of her to be worth my while. I think you've cured me of bony women," I quipped to her surprised laugh as she got my pun.
"Well, I guess that's just their loss," she answered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek to acknowledge my complement. "You know," she continued, changing the subject, "if I'm going to abuse your body all night, I suppose I really should make sure you have enough nourishment to keep up your stamina. I've got some cold roast beef and the fixin's for sandwiches. Interested?"
"Sure, that sounds good. Besides anticipation only fans the flames."
"Spoken like a true hedonist," she replied as I followed her into the kitchen. "I have a friend who maintains that true hedonism demands total discipline but I've never had enough discipline to test her theory so I can't say for sure if she's right or not."
"That is an in interesting theory. I'm inclined to agree with it except it needs research to determine the point at which delaying pleasure deprives you of it instead of heightening it. I suspect that point is different for each person. How about your friend, has she been able to test her theory?"
"I doubt it. She's just as horny as I am," she grinned. "You know," she continued, changing the subject again, "if you'd like, there's some of my brother's clothes upstairs which he keeps here for when he visits to run on the beach. I think there's a pair of shorts that should fit if you want to get more comfortable."
"That sound's good, especially since it would appear we're not going to make it out of the house for dinner," I answered with a grin.
"First door to the right at the top of the stairs. Just rummage around and you're welcome to anything you find," she said as she opened the refrigerator and began to set food out onto the counter.
Returning to the kitchen ten minutes later dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting blue nylon running shorts, I found Kathleen sitting in the dining nook which featured a large picture window overlooking the beach and ocean and the fading remains of the day. The only interior light was from a candelabra in the center of the table which had been set with two stemmed glasses dripping with condensation from the chilled wine they held, and two plates laden with large sandwiches and generous dollops of potato salad. Noticing the gleaming silverware atop white linen napkins which completed the tableau, I realized she had gone to considerable lengths to plan our little snack and had obviously never intended for us to leave the house for dinner.
"I hope you like Chablis, it's all I had chilled," she said as I sat down across from her.
"Perfect," I replied. "I feel as if I should be wearing a white tie and tails, or at least a shirt for such a formal setting."
"Why? I'd just have more to rip off when I rape you," she answered with a lecherous smirk.
"What happened to anticipation and 'true hedonism'?"
"I told you, I have no discipline, especially when it comes to lust," she replied, her blue eyes gleaming in the candle's light as she lifted her goblet to her full lips. "Dig in. My pussy's been dripping all afternoon in anticipation of your hard cock and I'm not in the mood to wait much longer."
As I washed down my last bite of sandwich with a final gulp of Chablis, I looked across to see her lecherously smirking at me so I stood and moved around to stand at her side of the table. I intending to pull her up into my arms but she remained seated grinning up at me while she reached out and began to tease my growing cock through the thin nylon.
"Is this my dessert?" she asked as she grasped the elastic waste band of my shorts. Pulling them down to my knees, she helped me to step out of them, freeing my now rampant cock to leap out into the candlelight. "Umm, yummy," she moaned as her plump fingers closed around my shaft pulling it toward her mouth. Placing her pursed lips against the dripping tip, she allowed the point to force her lips apart as it entered the warmth of her mouth to be caressed by her swirling tongue, evoking a moan from me in response.
After two weeks of abstinence and her earlier fondling, I had no resistance left. Placing my hands on either side of her head to keep myself from collapsing, I surrendered, filling her soft mouth to bulging capacity with hot sperm.
When I returned to my senses, I looked down to see her grinning up at me. "I though perhaps we should take care of your immediate problem before we got down to serious lust," she said then flicked her tongue out to capture a stray pearl of cum which had leaked from the corner of her mouth. As I took a step back, she stood and wrapped her dimpled arms around my neck. Pressing her full softness against me, she kissed me, her tongue carrying the salty taste of my own sperm into my mouth. At first I felt slightly overwhelmed by her brazen wantonness, then I noticed a renewed jolt of life in my recently emptied cock and decided to just let go and let her and the night take me where they would.
As if matching my submission with her own, her lips softened and lifted from mine and she turned and nuzzled her cheek against my brest. "Take me to bed," she murmured, her breath tickling the hair on my chest.
Marveling at the way she could transform instantly from total slut into innocent child, I gently pulled her arms from around my neck and led her by the hand into her bedroom. I bypassed the bed, which I noted had already been stripped for action, and brought us to a halt in front of the open sliding glass doors overlooking the ocean and the full moon just breaking free of the horizon. Moving behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her soft body against me and laid my cheek against her feathery blond curls as we stood slowly rocking together to the hiss of the waves upon the sand.
I knew the calm wouldn't last long with such a sexy lady in the moonlight and soon her hands came up to caress the backs of mine, then gently turned them, pulling my palms up to cup her massive breasts. As I teased her hardening nipples through the thin nylon of her teddy, she began to sway her hips in a sexy hula, massaging new jolts of lust into my groin. I bent to nibble an ear and eased my right hand down across her bulging tummy and under the edge of her teddy. My fingers moved through silken curls to slide between her puffy labia and onto her rigid clitoris. I had barely made contact with her slippery little button when her grip on my left wrist tightened and she began to shudder and moan. Her reaction was so strong that for a moment I feared she might be epileptic but gradually her shuddering subsided and she slumped back against me.
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