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Summer Heat

I added my toiletries to my suitcase and was ready to head to the airport. Squatting down, I rubbed my puppy’s ears and cooed to her. “Don’t worry, baby. Mommy will be home in just a few days.” Carlos smiled indulgently and shook his head. “Wish I could get that kind of farewell,” he joked. We laughed. The forty-five-minute journey would give me a chance to remind my husband of the necessary tasks for him to stay alive for the week while I was out of town. Carlos was so spoiled and dependent! We loaded the car and hit the road. The time flew by quickly and I felt that he was adequately prepped to survive the week without me. After a cursory, good bye hug and kiss, I was off for a much-needed week away from my normal responsibilities and some time to focus on me. I breezed through check in and security and cozied up to the airport bar with my Kindle and a Mimosa. An hour later, I was boarding. I was able to finish my latest read just as the pilot announced our descent into Philly. I started going over my “to do” list in my head: bathroom, get my bag, Lyft, get to the hotel, etc. After touchdown, we taxied to the gate and waited for the all clear “ding” notifying us that we were free to unfasten our seatbelts. I turned on my phone, texted Carlos, grabbed my bag and found my lyft. My ride to the hotel was uneventful and I found myself at the hotel all checked in in no time at all. With the time change, I felt fairly awake and decided to head to the hotel bar. I had a couple of drinks and brought one back to the room for a nightcap, exchanged a few texts with Carlos, and fell asleep. I woke up early as I didn’t want to oversleep and miss registration. I was expecting early mornings, but with the time change, didn’t expect waking up SO early, before my alarm. I hoped that the rest of the week would become more normal, but it was hard to fall asleep early in a different time zone. I would have to see how that changed over the next few days. I reached for my phone and texted Carlos.

Good Morning Sunshine. Good Morning, Love. It’s really early here. How did you sleep? Not bad. I’m sorry, it’s early, I woke up before the alarm. Ugh, i’m sorry to hear that. Registration today? Yes, Registration and then hoping to sit by the pool and get some Vitamin D. How’s my baby?

Me or the puppy? Haha! She’s good. Sounds great. Love you. Have fun!

The rest of the day went as expected. I Lyfted to the convention center, registered for the conference, and then returned to the hotel. I had no other items scheduled for the day, and no other stress. I spent time sitting by the pool all day with plenty of sunshine, drinks, and my Kindle. Around 4 o’clock, I went back to my room for a quick shower before I headed out for dinner. I met up with some colleagues and we ate at one of my favorite joints from back in the day. Many of us were feeling the effects of travelling and upon returning to the hotel, we all called it a night. I texted Carlos:

Good night honey, Love you.

Love you too. Did you have a good time?

Yeah. It was good. I got registered and then spent lots of time at the pool. Dinner with some friends and now ready to crash.

Awesome, did you say Hi to Alex yet?

No!

Why not?

I’m here for my conference. I’m not even letting my family know that i’m here.

She will be SO mad when she finds out you were home and didn’t visit her.

Good night, honey!

Good night, love you!

Alexis, AKA Alex, was a friend from high school. She was a few years behind me but we traveled in the same social groups together and were good friends. We both did cheer, football for her and soccer for me, and we MAY have attended an alleged kegger or two. We weren’t BEST friends, but I would say that we were good friends. We lost contact after high school as she stayed local and I went west to pursue my dreams. Many years later, after finding one another on social media, we reconnected and vowed to catch up in person during one of my trips back home to visit family. About ten years ago, we did. It was kind of cool. We actually seemed to have more in common now, than we did back in high school. I guess, going through life changes you a bit and we both just seemed to connect on a more personal level. Carlos was with us when we met up. He was cordial and all, but was basically along for the ride. Since then, Alex and I have chatted from time to time online and have developed a special relationship. She’s a cutie and very comfortable in her skin. We’ve had deep discussions about life, love, and the many questions we all have as we discover ourselves and come into our own. I seemed to be her “go to” when she was dealing with things in her life, like dating and romance. I thought Carlos was jealous of our relationship, but after we talked about it, I found that he supported me and understood that sometimes I needed my girl time.

During our last trip home, three years ago, Mom encouraged me to have some of my friends over from school. Of course, I included Alex in this invite and couldn’t wait to see her. She’s taller than me (I’m only 5’2”), standing at 5’7” with a medium build. I felt pretty “girl next door,” but Alex was just stunning. She kept her hair shaved on the sides and fairly short up top too. Her sexy green eyes nicely contrasted with her blonde hair and chiseled face. What stood out the most to people when they meet her was her tattoo, a chain of female symbols linked together banded around her left arm, which she got in college. That night, when she knocked on the door, I felt my heart race. It was great to see her! All of my friends seemed to get along fairly well and the night sped by as I tried to equally divide my time among everyone. I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time with Alex as I wanted, and unfortunately, Alex needed to leave early for her drive back home. We hugged and vowed to stay in touch.

Now, in my hotel room in Philly, my mind was racing. I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex and Carlos’s suggestion to visit her. It’s not that I haven’t thought about seeing her, but as an introvert, I was unsure of my ability to reach out to her, let alone suggest that she and I meet up. Carlos was always teasing me about Alex. He told me that if he died, I would get together with Alex. Hmmm... I went to bed as I further entertained the idea of reaching out to her. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and had lots of catching up to do. We’ve had some social media conversations and have exchanged some fun pics of each other recently, nothing risqué, but God, she’s so damn hot! Even though we’ve had some intimate conversations, we’ve never discussed sexuality, hers or mine. However, there seemed to be a sexual tension between us. I assumed she was Bi, as she’s dated both men and women. She also supports the LGBTQ community as do I. She had to know about me, with social media and all, but did she know that we had even more in common? Did she know that my thoughts about her lingered far beyond our social media interactions?! UGHH, I couldn’t sleep! After a few more minutes, I took Carlos’s often mused suggestion under advice and pulled out my toy. It’s extremely compact yet equally powerful.

As I positioned myself and maneuvered the vibrator down below, I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I was so turned on, thinking about Alex, that it didn’t take much time for me to start feeling the positive effects of my favorite device. I held the elastic of my PJ shorts open with my left hand as I slid my toy up and down alongside my clit with my right. My body jerked in response. It buzzed on the lowest setting as I rubbed slowly. “OH,” I gasped, remembering the need to be quiet. I closed my eyes and continued to slowly prime my clit. I was so wet and swollen thinking about Alex and playing with her. I picked up the rhythm on my clit and my body continued to jerk. Occasional dips into my pussy adds additional lubrication and almost puts me over the edge. It felt so good. I was getting close, balancing the pleasure of prolonging it, with wanting to cum so hard. The moment finally came as my body shook violently. I came so hard for about 30 seconds. It was the most intense orgasm I have had in awhile. I started coming down and had to turn the vibrator off as I was so sensitive. I was panting, sweating, and had soaked my sheets. After a few more minutes, I made a quick visit to the bathroom, then fell quickly to sleep.

I slept hard and woke up refreshed! I put in my contacts, did a quick freshen up, and went downstairs for the complimentary breakfast. My first session wasn’t until after noon so I decided to change and head out to the pool for a couple hours. I stopped by the hotel bar and got my second freshly squeezed Mimosa for the morning. It was Thursday already and time was flying by. Since I was heading out Sunday, I needed to decide soon If I was going to reach out to Alex. I must have been feeling the liquid courage of the Mimosas as I grabbed my phone and texted her:

Hey hon, it’s Sam. How are you doing?

Hey you, nice to hear from you! What’s up?

Well, um, sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner, but surprise, I’m in Philly!

OMG! For Reels? No way!

Yeah, I’m out here for a conference. Carlos is at home, so it’s just me.

Got it. That sounds great! I’m sure you’re super busy!?

Yeah, been busy. Layed by the pool this am, lol!

Good for you. Love those pool days!

Yeah, it’s been OK so far. That’s cool!

So, crazy thought here, but I was wondering If you had any free time?

Crazy? That’s not crazy, that’s a great Idea!

Really? I wasn’t sure about reaching out to you.

Seriously? Why not? I’m so glad you did!

I don’t know.

Anyway, so what are you thinking?

Maybe we could meet up for a coffee or something?

That sounds awesome. There’s this cute coffee shop fairly close to me.

What’s Saturday look like for you?

Wide open. When is good for you?

How about 10?

Sounds great. It’s the Rainbow Café. 123 Main St. Lancaster.

Awesome, See you then! I’ll stay in touch as we get closer.

Cool. Keep me posted! YEA!

I was in need of another drink as for some reason my drink was empty and I was feeling rather warm! I stopped by the hotel bar as I returned to my room and realized I was a little affected by our conversation. I smiled, and whispered, “Damn, that girl!”

The next two days couldn’t go by fast enough. Yes, I was learning tons at my conference and getting a chance to catch up on my reading. I visited a few booths on the show floor and caught up with some peers as well. Carlos and I texted each morning and evening but nothing more about visiting Alex. I think he finally dropped the topic as he knows me fairly well. He’s been fantasizing about her and me for as long as I can remember. Who am I kidding? I’ve been fantasizing about her for a lot longer than I admit.

Saturday morning came and I enjoyed a lazy morning. The drive over to Alex should only take 30 minutes so I planned out my morning accordingly. After some casual reading, it was time to take a shower and head over to her. It was nice not having to rush off to the conference and run from session to session all day. I started the water and hopped in the shower. I washed my hair, lathering my long locks and massaging my head for a few minutes, enjoying the self-care and solitude. After applying moisturizer, I proceeded to use my favorite freesia scented body wash. Carlos loves this scent! The texture of the luffa was titillating as I slowly lathered up my body everywhere. I may have visited a couple of areas a few times. After shaving my legs and pits, I took special care of trimming up everywhere else; slowly, attentively, perfectly! My legs quivered and my nipples, still hard from the luffa, tingled. I couldn’t get her off my mind. What was I thinking, it’s just coffee, right?! Time to get out and get going, but that deluxe massaging shower head had caught my attention. Hmmmm...What time is it? Do I have enough time? It won’t take long! How long will it take to drive over there? I had to get out and get going as it was a thirty-minute drive across town and I was running out of time. I quickly put on my cutest sundress and sandals and texted her:

On my way! I should be there around 10:05

Awesome! See you then.

I hopped in an Uber and thirty minutes later arrived at the cute café Alex had recommended. It was so quaint, Rainbow Café. A colorful LGBTQ flag was proudly flying in front. I met her outside and we exchanged our typical hug and greetings. I gave her a little tighter squeeze than normal. We caught up for a few minutes, then proceeded to the window and ordered coffees. We sat down and picked up like we had never missed a beat. Minutes turned to an hour as our conversation weaved in and out like a beautiful orchestration. We smiled, we laughed, and we finished each other’s sentences until our coffees emptied. We started to glisten as evidence of the warm day. We sighed as we were realizing that our time was coming to an end.

Alex reached across the table. Squeezing my hand, she whispered, “I love you. You are a special person,” as a tear fell from her eye. “This went by WAY too fast!”

“Yes it did. I love you too, Alex. I’m so glad that we were able to stay in touch after all of these years!”

“Hey Sam, what else are you doing today?” “I’m not sure,” I murmured, as I wiped a tear from her eye.

“You know what? My place is just a few miles away. Why don’t you come over? You haven’t seen my place before and we can just chill and make some yummy salads?!”

“Are you sure? That sounds great, I actually could use a change of scenery from the hotel pool.”

We hopped in her car and headed into the country to her beautiful farm house. Freshly painted white and accented with a wraparound porch--it was absolutely stunning! I took off my sandals as she welcomed me inside and poured two lemonades. We were feeling the heat of the day as it progressed, and it was a particularly humid day. The lemonades were refreshing as the perspiration fell down our backs. She gave me a tour of the house. The inside was just as perfect as the black shutters that popped on the fresh white paint outside. With gleaming wooden floors, furnished with antique furniture, and bright sunlight shone throughout, it was very inviting and comfortable.

We returned to the kitchen and proceeded to make lunch. We topped off our lemonade and started to pull farm fresh ingredients out of the fridge and put on the island. Romaine, tomatoes, strawberries, green peppers, onions, the works. I started to chop up the Romaine when Alex reminded me that I needed an apron. I put the knife down and stepped back from the island as she seductively placed a cute apron over my head. She wrapped the ties around my back and to the front. She leaned in close behind to tie it in front of me. I could feel her breath on my neck and her breast pressed against my back. I gasped. She slowly tied the apron in front of me and kissed the back of my neck as she finished up and walked back to the other side of the island. I caught her looking at my nipples that instantly perked up through my sheer white dress. My heart started pounding. She looked up at me, smiled, and asked, “Should I turn down the AC?”

I blushed, coyly smiled, and replied, “Actually, it’s getting a little hot in here!”

Alex started on the tomatoes and must have been flustered as she didn’t put her apron on. Her first slice squirted tomato onto her blouse. “Shit!” she exclaimed as I laughed at her and the situation. “Let me go get this in the wash so it doesn’t stain. I’ll be right back.”

I continued to prep the salads as she excused herself. I watched her as she proceeded up the stairs to her bedroom. If I leaned back just a little, I had the perfect view into her bedroom. I don’t know if she meant to leave the door open or what, but I could see everything. She stripped down, checked herself out in the mirror and changed. I had to stop chopping vegetables for a minute as she was definitely distracting me. This was the first time I saw her naked, other than in my dreams. She walked back through her bedroom door and stopped as she caught me staring. I quickly focused back on the salad and pretended like nothing happened. She came back down stairs, started the laundry, and returned to the kitchen in a wife beater and some comfy shorts. I’m not sure what she was thinking. Maybe she was trying to make me more comfortable, return the favor of the “nipple show,” or maybe she was just showing off, but her amazing nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through her shirt. “Now who needs the AC turned down?” I flirted.

She smiled and winked at me. “I probably need an apron, don’t you think, Sam?”

“Sure, let me get one for you.” I moved to the pantry door and found a cute apron. I walked up behind her and proceeded to place the apron over her head. I straightened the apron down over her. My thumbs extended, I slowly ran my hands down the left and right sides of the apron, being sure to gently brush against her nipples. I also wrapped the ties around her waist and stepped in close to tie the straps in front of her. Alex put her hands down on the island and arched her back while exhaling and my heart started pounding even harder.

We finished prepping our salads, opened a bottle of some chilled rose, and sat down to eat. Alex raised her glass and toasted, “Here is to a great friend who understands me, accepts me, and loves me.”

“Cheers!” I exclaimed, “And here is to a beautiful, confident, and sexy woman who makes me feel comfortable and lets me be me.” Our glasses clinked again and we sipped.

“To us!” She looked at me and smiled.

“To us!” We reached across, squeezed our hands, and drank again.

We finished our salads and our bottle of wine. Dishes were fairly easy to wrap up for the two of us, and we removed our aprons. There I stood in my cute summer dress and Alex in her shorts and wife beater. “I’m a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, let’s head up to my room and see if we can find you something a little more comfortable.”

She grabbed my hand and we pranced up the stairs to her bedroom. “Let me get you out of that dress,” she stated, as we stood in front of her full-length mirror. She stood behind me and I watched her as she examined me. She lifted up my hair from my back and maneuvered it over my shoulder, sending shivers ALL over. She reached up with both her hands, holding the zipper tight with the left, she slowly unzipped me with her right. She pulled my dress over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing my naked body. “Wow, you are so beautiful, Sam.” I was a little embarrassed and tried to cover myself up, as this was the first time I had been naked in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little shy. Do you have some shorts and a shirt for me to wear?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are so gorgeous. Here are some clothes for you.” She left the room, and headed back downstairs, giving me the space to change.

I returned down stairs and found her sitting on the couch with another bottle of wine, red this time, and some dark chocolate. “Ahhh, a girl after my own heart,” I declared.

She apologized again, “I’m so sorry about that up there.”

“No worries,” I reassured her. “I’m not sure what happened. I’m having a great time with you and wouldn’t change a thing. I was just caught a little off guard, my bad!” She refilled our wine glasses; we toasted and enjoyed a sip of our second bottle. We easily moved on and I continued the conversation. “So how have you been, really?”

“Honestly,” she responded. “I’ve been having a hard time getting over Jenna.”

“I’m so sorry,” I replied.

“Sam, it was amazing! She walked in the room and I got wet. Our sex was so incredible! Please don’t judge me. Relationships are critical too, but damn. Good sex sure does go a long way!” She teared up a bit and I scooched closer to her.

Grabbing her hand, I sympathized, “I hear you! Do you want to talk about it?”

She sighed, “I don’t know.”

I empathetically responded, “I get it. I’ve had some really great experiences that have blown my mind. And they just don’t happen all the time. Great sex is amazing and I understand how you want more of that.”

“Yeah,” she responded, tearing up some more. “She was so good.”

“It’s ok, hon.” I wrapped my arm around her with a gentle side hug.

With a big sigh, she gathered herself and said, “OK! Let’s move on!”

I agreed, “YES! Let’s move on!” I continued, “So…I have a question and I’m not so sure how to ask this..”

“No, it’s ok,” she confessed. “What’s on your mind?”

I hesitantly asked, “You said she was ‘good’, what’s good for you?”

“Good?” She confirmed. She thought to herself a little, staring out into space and then turned to me and said, “Good…you know what is good?” She paused, “Good was earlier this afternoon when you and I were making lunch. The tension, the flirting, the teasing, your nipples, the ‘assumed innocence’ THAT was good.” I touched my neck to her response emulating her kiss earlier. My pulse accelerated. That interaction earlier had made me so wet and had gotten me so hot, I had a hard time containing myself. “If I could be so bold,” Alex continued. “What’s ‘good’ for you?”

“Umm, can I have another glass of wine please?” Alex chuckled and poured me another glass as I tried to collect myself. “Good…Good…with like umm…”

Alex interjects, “With a girl. What’s good to you with a girl? OR…What’s good FOR you with a girl?”

“Wow,” I stuttered. “How, how, how’d you know?”

“I knew, honey, since the first day we met,” she explained. “It’s your story and you own it, so I never really pushed it or inquired before.”

I took a gulp of wine and responded, “Well, here goes nothing…so I actually like to take charge.”

Alex grabbed her glass, took a sip, smiled, raised her eyebrow in interest and responded, “That’s interesting, as you come across as a shy introvert.”

I agreed, “I am, but apparently when I’m with a woman, I like to take control and show off my skills!”

“Your skills?” she asked, raising her eyebrow again. She was visibly affected by that statement and adjusted in place. Her wine in her right hand, she adjusted her legs and feet up on the couch in fetal position and discreetly put her left wrist between her legs. “Tell me more!” she encouraged me, blinking innocently.

As she applied pressure and squeezed her legs, I continued. “Yeah, I like to make her…well, go! I want to show her that I know what I am doing.” Alex continued to apply pressure, discreetly squeezing her legs and asked, “What do you do specifically, Miss ‘know what I’m doing’?”

I responded, “Are we really talking about this?” Alex raised her wine glass to me, and we clink and drink.

She’s not as discreet as she thought. I held my wine glass up in front of my face, covering my eyes as I sneak a peek of Alex getting off while I’m talking. I don’t want her to be embarrassed and stop. Watching her turns me on. I’m getting so wet. I can’t believe we’re even talking about this. I took a deep breath and another sip of wine. “Where were we?” Alex asked, “You were going to tell me what you like to do.”

“I was?” I asked in disbelief.

“Only if you want!” Alex replied. The part of me that loves to be in control and show off my skills, was in hyperdrive as I could tell that what I was saying had her going. She pressed harder, squeezed her legs faster, and drained her glass of wine quickly. Her neck was flushed as she smiled and listened to every word I said. I was in control. I was showing off. She was getting off. I was in my realm!

I continued to explain to Alex intimate details of how I like to work my way down a woman and tease her by kissing her belly and around her lips. “My mouth surrounds her clit with hot breath and gently sucks to heighten her senses and make her clit swell.” Alex’s nipples were rock hard and she was breathing harder. I reached over and brushed the back of my left hand on her neck.

She shuddered, took my hand and guided me to her right breast. “Oh God, Sam,” she panted, “I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I’m so wet.”

“Oh yeah?” I responded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she confided. I put my wine glass down on the coffee table, then grabbed hers and put it out of the way as well. I moved to the floor in front of her. I crouched on my knees, between her legs. Her head tilted back, eyes closed in passion. I played with both of her breasts over her t-shirt. Her nipples were so hard as my fingers brushed over them, occasionally squeezing. I slid up a bit, against her body, and moved her shirt up to expose her breasts. My belly was pressed against her pussy. I moved to my left first. My hot mouth covered her erect nipple as I gently sucked and flicked my tongue. She watched me as I kept her left breast occupied with my hand, being sure to gently pinch and tease it accordingly. Making sure her left breast wasn’t left out; I switched over and made sure it got the attention it needed. She arched her back and exhaled deeply as I continued to enjoy her nipples. I reached around her back and pulled her into me, feasting on her breasts and thinking of more.

After a few minutes, Alex put her hand on my head, playing with my hair, and rubbing my shoulders. Guiding, controlling me from left to right. Her soft moans began to match her thrusting pelvis against my belly. I joined in and pumped my belly against her, syncing with her thrusts. I started to feel pressure on my head and shoulders as Alex “suggested” that I move lower. I obliged and slowly “let her guide me” to where she wanted me. Her shorts were still on, and I teased her, brushing my face across her clit over them and breathing hot on her lips. She moaned even louder. As my hand reached her shorts, I grabbed the sides of them. She lifted up off of the couch, which enabled me to pull them off. I got them down to her feet and removed her right foot. She relaxed and her legs spread wide. Then I reached over to her left foot and pulled her shorts off. She was fully exposed.

I pressed my cheek against her right knee and gently kissed her soft inner thigh. My hands slowly rubbed up and down along her legs as I slowly kissed, inch by inch, and moved up closer to her. I could feel her heat as I got within inches. She pumped her hips toward me, lifting off of the couch, aching to reach my mouth, as I shifted from her right leg to her left. I grinned, chuckling to myself with satisfaction. “I DO know what I’m doing!” I thought confidently. I kissed down her left inner thigh toward her knee, my hands continuing to rub her legs, rotating from her hips, to her hamstrings, to her thighs.

I decided to move in for the kill and repositioned myself for optimal access as I kissed along her inner thigh and slowly moved closer to her. My hands simultaneously massaged her thighs and my thumbs applied pressure, massaging her inner thighs, slowly inching forward. She was panting, so I looked up and saw her rubbing her nipples, head turned to her right, neck all flushed. I shifted forward even more; she gently thrusted forward as my mouth came alongside her lips. She’s immaculately groomed. Apparently, someone else took extra time in the shower this morning too! I spread her legs open, my arms on her inner thighs, my first two fingers on her outer labia. I opened her up; she was so wet. I gently blew on her, making her clit pulse. I moved closer and licked her on the left. I started low between her inner and outer labia. Then, I slowly moved up and across the top of her clit to my right, returning low like I had done on the left. I repeated the pattern a few times, up, across down, up across down. She panted harder, moving her hips, trying to catch my tongue on her clit. I looked up to see she'd removed her shirt, massaging her breast and squeezing her nipples. “I want it!” She gasped.

I paused and asked, “How badly?”

“Bad! Please lick me,” she begged.

I returned to my pattern of teasing her, up, across, down, up across down. She ached, back arching, hips thrusting, legs shaking. I asked her, “You ready?”

She panted, “Yes!”

I moved my fingers closer, spreading apart her inner labia, exposing her swollen clit. I used the tip of my tongue to gently lick the tip of her clit. She moaned, her clit pulsed and a droplet escaped from her pussy. God I’m so turned on. I used a similar pattern as earlier, but closer, right along her clit; licking circles around it. Occasionally darting my tongue inside, I tasted her and used her juices to flick her clit with my tongue. Our rhythm started to align, like a sexy samba. I moved my arms below her, and cupped her ass, pulling in. Her hips gyrated against me. My mouth and tongue surrounded her pussy and moved in step. I started to focus just on her clit, it was so swollen. I licked up and down, flicking left and right, as she moans louder, continuing to squeeze her nipples. Our rhythm quickened as our hearts pound harder; our breathing became deeper. Sensing the time was drawing nigh, I enveloped her clit with my mouth and gently sucked her swollen bud. She screamed in ecstasy, her stomach tightened, and she rocked forward. She steadied her body with her right hand and grabbed my head, holding me in place with her left hand. “Right there, don’t stop!” she panted. I continued to suck her bud and she pulled me into her, deeper. Her stomach tightened off and on and her upper body pulsed as, “Oh, Oh, Oh” escaped her mouth in rhythm with her body. She got closer and closer and begged me, “Don’t stop!” She controlled my head, pulling me in as she thrust forward, riding my face. It was time. Her legs started to shake and her body trembled as the orgasm took over her body. We continued our rhythm for what seemed like an eternity until she started slowing down, coming down. She started those uncontrolled spasms, as she still held me there. I stopped sucking and just held my mouth there. She spasmed again, letting out another sigh, and then she collapsed on the couch.

I moved up to her nipples and gently kissed them, smiling, and asked, “How YOU doing?”

“Wow!” she shivered. We kissed and lingered in the aftermath.

“Hey!” Alex whispered in my ear. “Do you want to join me upstairs?”

I responded flirtatiously, “Maybe!?”

“MAYBE?! Oh yeah?!” She sat up on the couch, reached down in the opening of my shorts and touched me. “Wow! It feels like someone is REALLY turned on.” I put my hands on her shoulders as my body buckles to her touch.

I exhaled, “I think you’re right!” She continued to fondle me, and I realized I was so turned on. It wouldn’t take much convincing. I was so wet. I thought back to the times when Carlos and I were in a playful situation and he was teasing me. He often asked, “How wet are you? 1 to 10?” At THIS moment, I think I was a 10, on the scale. It’s quite possible that I’ve experienced a new 10!? I had NEVER been in a situation like this. The flirting, the teasing, the foreplay. I was on fire and literally dripping!

She asks again, “What about now?” I looked her in the eyes. Her arm was extended down as her shoulder gave evidence of her motion. Her thumb massaged my clit as two fingers slid along the sides. I buckled again and pressed into her hand. “Not yet, missy!” She stopped, helped me up off the floor, and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go!” and she led me upstairs.

We got to her room giggling like little school girls. Standing face to face, she suggested, “Let me help you out with these.” She pulled my shirt off over my head and kissed both of my nipples. Grabbing my waistband, she bent down to her knees and pulled my shorts down. I balanced myself with my hands on her shoulders and as sexily as possible, I stepped out of my shorts. She flung my shorts off to the side like a rubber band and then cupped my ass with her hands. She was inches away from my pussy, staring. I started rubbing her shoulders, and she looked up at me. “Now it’s my turn!” She whispered.

“Oh yeah?! What did you have in mind?!” I asked.

She leaned in with a simple gentle kiss on my pussy and I squeezed her shoulders. I was waiting for more but she stood up and then gently pushed me down on the side of her bed. She lay her naked body on top of me and kissed my forehead. “Let’s see...so I have a fun little bag of goodies over there in my closet and I was thinking about bringing that out. What do you think of that?”

I answered her with that look--eyebrows raised with a seductive grin, I eye fucked her.

“Make yourself comfy, I’ll be right back!”

I scooched back to the top of the bed. My pulse raced as I watched Alex with anticipation. She quickly returned with a not-so-little sexy cheetah print bag. My imagination was going wild . Did she know how much I liked toys? I didn’t remember if I had told her that. What all did she have in there?! What does SHE like? What was she planning?

“So, I have an idea!” She proceeded, “And I’m wondering if you might be feeling a little adventurous?”

“Ummmm, yeah? Maybe?! Should I be afraid?”

“You know, honey. I got you girl! You can trust me.” Alex pulled out a blindfold from her bag. The smile on my face was the affirmation she needed. I bent my head forward to help her place it over my head.

I couldn’t see a thing and my senses heightened in anticipation. I heard her unzip the bag and it sounded like she was rustling through it. What was going on? What was she getting? Where was she going to touch me with it? What was it going to feel like? Would it be soft, or would it be hard? Would it vibrate? Would it be big; would it be small? It was quiet. She must have found what she was looking for. I felt movement on the bed, so she must have been positioning herself on my left.

“Are you ready?” She whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I faintly responded and then I heard it. THAT sound. You know the one. The one that anyone who has purchased a vibrator would recognize with their eyes closed. Or blindfolded, for that matter! My body tingled in anticipation of where she would touch me. I inhaled, bit my lip, and held my breath…

Alex teased my right nipple first with the vibrator. I audibly exhaled and enjoyed the tingles from head to toe. After a few seconds, she ran the vibrator across my chest to my left nipple.

“How’s that?” She mused.

“Oh God,” I exhaled and arched my back. “Stop teasing me!”

Alex smiled and then moved her way down my belly with the toy.

“Yes,” I panted. My body responded to her touch. I opened up to her and my hips tilted up towards the pleasure.

“Where do you want it?” She whispered.

“On my clit,” I panted.

“On your clit?” She teased and circled my belly button with it, leaning down and kissing my belly.

“Yes,” I begged. She moved it closer to me. The tip of the vibrator circled slowly around my labia. I was dripping and swollen--aching. “Touch it,” I pleaded.

“Like this?” she asked, as she rubbed the toy over my clit and then backed off.

“YES!” I cried. “Do it again, longer!” She did. I tilted toward it and searched for the vibrator as she circled my clit.

“How ya doing, honey?” she asked.

“Great! I want it so bad.” I put my left hand on her back and pulled her mouth to my tits. She started sucking on my left nipple. “Oh God! Do it!” She obliged and positioned the vibrator alongside my clit.

“Right there?”

“YES! Back and forth.” She rubbed the toy back and forth on my clit. I was so wet that it was making noise. I encouraged her over to my right nipple and enjoyed her tits pressed against my body. I was in heaven and getting close.

She toyed my clit then stopped for a few. She had me on edge. She had it dialed in. She listened to my breathing, felt my body’s response, and she had my number. I was begging for it. I wanted to cum so hard and she was in full control.

“I need to cum, baby,” I begged.

“You NEED to cum?”

“Yes! Do it! I need it!” I heard and felt the vibrator click up to a higher level. My body jerked. She stopped sucking my nipples and readjusted while concentrating the vibrator in circles around my clit. She started to kiss her way down my belly and I put my right hand on her head. “Oh God!” I panted as her hot mouth got closer. Her right hand pinched and tweaked my nipples as she french kissed my belly button. I moaned as my left hand on her head gently encouraged her lower. She obliged and moved the vibrator right below my clit, making space for her tongue to do it’s magic. Her tongue and vibrator met on my swollen bud. I started cumming instantly. My body convulsed in ecstasy. “Oh, Oh, Oh!” I gasped as my legs and torso tightened in response. I couldn’t think; I could barely talk.

She continued, as best she could, as I experienced the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. Her tongue vibrated as she licked me. “OH, MY, FUCKING, GOD!” My toes curled, my thighs flexed, yet she kept the vibrator in place. My abs tensed and my torso flexed, yet she kept licking and sucking on my clit. My hands clenched the sheets as I panted, “Oh, Oh, Oh!” She was nice and let up after a bit so I could come down before complete exhaustion. We laid there for a few seconds as I came down, panting, her head on my breast. I scratched her back. As intense as that was, I wasn’t done. My mind wandered as I’ve had SO many fantasies about her. What else did she have in her bag? Was she done? Was she up for more?

“Whatcha thinking?” She asked, as I continued to scratch her back.

“Honestly?”

“Yeah, honestly!”

“Well, ummm, I’m wondering what YOU’RE thinking!” I deferred.

“ME? Well THAT was a cop out, you wimp! You’re not going to answer?” She teased.

“If I don’t have to!?”

“You don’t have to, but throw me a bone here!?” Alex was hoping to draw me out a little.

“OK! So, I’m wondering what else you might have in your toy bag.” I confessed.

“Oh yeah?! Let’s see!” Alex dug into her bag, dramatically moving things around. “Any requests?”

“Maybe!? I am a little curious about different things” I shrugged.

“Different things?!”

“Yeah, you know! I, I mean, I only have toys for me and Carlos. And I’m really curious about different toys that you have for other types of activities.”

“Other types of activities?” Alex flirtatiously asked.

“I need a drink!” I exclaimed. Alex laughed and offered to run downstairs for another bottle of wine. I watched her cute ass as she left the room. I listened to her walk down the stairs and kept one ear open as she moved about the kitchen, finding and opening another bottle of wine. I moved over to her bag, spread it open and found what I was looking for--her strap on. I touched it, picked it up. It was so hard. I had so many questions. Alex walked into the room. I was holding it with a big smile on my face.

“Ah! OTHER types of activities?!” She asked.

I blushed. “Well, ummm, yeah. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. I left my bag out.”

“I’m just wondering about the strap on sex. I’m wondering what it’s like to be in control with it on. Wondering how it works, how are you sexually gratified, just lots about it. I think it would be cool to have a penis, so yeah. LOTS of questions.”

“So,” she responded. “Do you want to try it on, maybe?”

I looked at her; I looked at it; I looked at her again. “Ummm, maybe. I think I would like to at least put it on to experience what it feels like, if nothing else.” I got off the bed and Alex helped me put it on. There was a little bit of a learning curve there with straps and buckles and such. But after a couple of minutes and a few adjustments, she had me all dialed in. I stood there, with my erect penis. The expression on my face must have been crazy. I felt different. I felt strong, empowered, and in control. She dabbed some lube on the tip and encouraged me, “Stroke it!”

“Oh wow. This is awesome,” I asserted, as I eye fucked her again. I continued to stroke it and asked, “How YOU doing?!”

“I’m doing good, babe. You look REALLY happy,” she replied.

“Yeah, I’m having a blast! This thing is amazing.” I continued to stroke it. “I’ve wanted one of these for a while but never had anyone to enjoy it with. They’re so damn expensive.”

“Yeah, they’re expensive, but once you’ve had a chance to use it, you realize that it’s well worth it!”

“Oh yeah?” I continued to stroke ‘my cock.’ My juices were flowing again. She leaned over on her bed, spreading her legs.

“You want to give it a try?” She asked seductively. She didn’t need to ask twice and I positioned myself behind her. How does this thing work, I wondered to myself, as I grabbed on to her waist with my left hand, holding my cock with my right. I stepped a little closer and guided it in. She arched and braced herself with her hands on the bed. “Yep,” she gasped. “Right there!” and exhaled. Her body fell again to the bed and she rested on her elbows, maintaining the perfect angle for me to work. I held on to her waist with both hands and started pumping.

“Not really sure what I’m doing here,” I said in rhythm as I pounded against her ass.

“You got it,” she grunted. “You’ll find your rhythm. You can also pull me to you while you pump to help pound me harder!”

“OH!” I followed her instructions and started to find my groove. Faster. Harder. This was a lot of work! I was getting tired and thought I may need to stop soon. Just then, Alex screamed out as her body quakes. I got my second wind and increased my speed.

“YES!” she encouraged me. “Don’t, stop!” She exhaled. I’m holding on for dear life as my legs almost give out. My pelvis pounded her ass, the contact felt good, but not quite enough to get off. I continued pounding, as she encouraged me, “Again, Again, Again!” A few moments later, she collapsed to the bed and I stopped. My legs were shaking and I had to sit down on the floor. I was panting, exhausted, and I leaned all the way back. “Whew, you wore me out, girl!”

“I wore YOU out?!” She laughed.

“Yeah, that’s exhausting!” I exhaled and gasped for more breath. We both lay there, panting.

Alex piped up, “Is it my turn?”

“Your turn?! For what?” I questioned.

“To show you how it’s really done?!” She flirted.

“I, can’t, even, right now!” I moaned, still panting.

She leaned down, grabbing my hand, “Come on girl, I know you want it! Besides, I’ll do all the work!” I struggled up to the bed and sat on the edge. She positioned herself in front of me to take off the strap on, and noticed me dripping down my leg, “Umm, you’re a tad bit wet down here!”

“Just a tad?” I winked and flirted back. I watched her put it on. “You’re WAY better at that than I was!”

“Just you wait!” she smiled, as she tightened the last strap, she instructed me, “ Scooch forward more to the edge.” I obliged. She spread me open then grabbed her dick and moved closer to me. Keeping her left hand on my hip, she teased me with her cock. I reached up and held on to her neck as she rubbed my clit back and forth a few times. My head swung back; I arched as I gasped in ecstasy. She continued to tease me, rubbing back and forth and occasionally penetrating me, just slightly.

“I’m so ready!” I let go of her neck with my right hand,still holding on with my left, bracing myself on the bed. “I’m ready, take me!” I begged, pulling on her neck.

She grabbed my waist and flipped me over on to my belly. I positioned myself, my body aching with anticipation for her entry from behind. A mirror across the room provided me with the perfect view. With a smile on her face, she stepped closer, grabbed my hips, and guided her cock into my pussy. I screamed out, “Ahhhh!” while clenching the sheets into my hands. Shivers ran up and down my body.

“How’s that?” she asked, as she slowly stroked in and out.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, steadying myself on the bed.

She kept her left hand on my hip and reached out for my hair with her right. She gently pulled my head back, making my body arch. My tits swayed back and forth and she pounded me harder and harder. I helped with the rhythm as her body smacked against my ass. I could hear her grunting as she continued to fuck me faster and faster. I got closer and louder with every thrust as I inched closer to complete surrender. I was ready. I braced myself on the bed and started thrusting my hips back into her. She held on tighter and quickened her pace.

I reached back with my right hand to her ass, helping her as she continued to thrust her cock into my pussy. A few seconds later, I screamed out, “Oh...God...Alex!” releasing my grasp from her to brace myself on the bed again. I continued to groan as she continued to grunt with each connection her pelvis made to my ass. She didn’t stop, getting stronger over time. I couldn’t stop and screamed louder. I came three or four times until she finally let me stop. I fell to the bed, panting, shaking, quivering as she removed herself from me.

“Oh my God, Alex. How did you do that?” I asked. “THAT was incredible!”

“How do you like me now?” she flirted and laid down beside me on her bed.

“You have NO idea,” I continued to pant, finally coming down. She reached over and started to lightly scratch my back. “MMM,” I mumbled.

“I had the most wonderful day with you,” She exclaimed.

“It was amazing. I’m sorry to see it end,” I responded.

“Me too!” She agreed. We continued to lay still as our breaths returned to normal. I reached over and stroked her arm band tattoo. She smiled lazily.

An alarm on my phone chirped, interrupting our afterglow rest. I looked at my phone and realized that I needed to get back to the hotel soon. I had an early flight in the morning. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I asked.

“Of course not. Everything you need is in there.” She pointed to the bathroom as I struggled to get up off of her bed.

“Wow, what did you do to me girl?” I sighed. She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

I excused myself to the bathroom and quickly rinsed off, reflecting on the day I had. My body was sensitive all over. I finished, dried off, and returned to the bedroom for my dress. She sat on the side of her bed holding it. I walked over, turned around, and stepped in. She pulled it up, zipped me up, and kissed me on my shoulder. I shivered, turned around, and leaned down with my hands beside her on the bed. “I have to go, and you need to know that this was the most amazing experience I have ever had.” I gently kissed her and whispered, “I love you!”

She smiled and returned, “I love you too!”

I started walking toward the door as she stopped me, “Hey wait!”

“What?” I asked as I turned around.

“I have this temporary tattoo I picked up a while ago.” She reached into her goody bag, “And I’m wondering if you’d let me put it on you?” She pulled it out-- a chain of female symbols linked together. It matched her arm band.

“Alex, that would mean the world to me. I feel so honored. Let’s do it!” I replied and stepped toward her.

“Over here,” She directed as she walked over to the sink in her bathroom. I held out my arm, while she peeled off the back. Then, she carefully placed it around my arm, and held a wet washcloth over it. A minute later she peeled off the cover. I smiled as it was unveiled. It had turned out perfectly. We kissed and hugged. “OK, you gotta go!” she sighed.

We walked downstairs and she did a cursory look for anything I might have left behind, while I requested the Uber. When it arrived, she followed me out the door and opened the car door of the Uber. I kissed her one last time, “Goodbye,” I whispered and started to tear up.

“NOT goodbye. See you later!” she corrected me.

I smiled, wiped my tears away and agreed, “YES, see you later.”

The door closed. The Uber started and she waved while watching me drive away back to my hotel. I sighed and sat in silence, looking at my fresh tattoo. “Wow,” I mumbled to myself and started to reflect on the day, still feeling the effects on my body. I got to the hotel, found my room, and immediately crashed.

Sunday arrived and I said goodbye to Philly. My flights were on time, and I had no issues as I returned back home to Carlos. It was a long day, but I was able to cat nap here and there on the plane, mixed with some reading, of course. I landed, texted Carlos, and after a brief stop in the restroom, got my bag and walked out of the arrivals door. Carlos pulled up a few minutes later as he had been waiting in the cell phone parking lot. We kissed, and he grabbed my bag and threw it in the trunk as I eased myself into the passenger seat. I could still feel the reminder of her cock from last night. It didn’t hurt, but I sure was aware. I found the ice cold bottle of water in the cup holder and enjoyed a long gulp. The ride home was filled with small talk about my conference and his challenges of being home alone all week, oh brother!

After arriving home, he brought my bag inside, where I was greeted by our puppy. “Yes, yes, mommy is home.” After petting her, I hurried to the bathroom. I finished peeing and then started undressing. I pulled my blouse off, and realized I had forgotten about my new tattoo. Hmmm, I thought to myself. Yeah, not crossing that bridge now, and I put my blouse back on. I stepped out of the bathroom and found Carlos graciously unpacking my suitcase, throwing everything into the hamper. Smiling at his kindness, I sat on the edge of the bed, took off my earrings, and while placing them on the nightstand, found a cold glass of pinot gris. I sighed, “Thanks dear, you’re the best!”

“How was your week?” he inquired.

“Not bad, actually. Had a few good classes, spent some time by the pool, did some reading. You know, the ‘usual,’” I replied.

“Cool, did you say hi to your mom or anything?” He asked.

Hmmm, I was thinking to myself...He only asked about mom, so I answered, “No.”

“No?” he confirmed. “Well,” He raised his drink, “Cheers to you being home baby, love you!”

We toasted, and as he stepped closer to me, we hugged tightly. His body was FULLY pressed against mine. The pressure of his cock on me made me tingle. How could I still be so easily turned on? I thought. I guess sex breeds sex? I looked up and kissed him. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“Missed you too,” I replied.

“I’m sure you’re tired!?” he fished.

“Not too bad,” I answered.

“OH!?” he flirted.

“OH?!” I repeated, flirting back.

“Well, you know, it’s been a long week and well, you know how my imagination goes when you’re off alone somewhere!” he confessed. “You know what I mean!” His eyebrows raised, begging for me to confide in him.

“Yes, dear. Fantasy is better than reality,” I was intentionally misleading him.

“Yeah,” he sighed in dismay. He raised his glass again, “Well, anyways. I’m still glad you’re back. I still think you’re the hottest wife out there, and I still can’t control myself when you’re around!”

I nodded, accepted the toast, and we cheersed. “You’re a mess, but I love you anyways,” I confessed.

“I love you too, baby,” he paused. “So, did you or did you not reach out to Alex?” He inquired slyly as he took a drink of his wine.

“Honey! you know I was busy with my conference. Besides that, I'd rather sit in my room, or by the pool, reading my book anyways.” My mind started to wander about yesterday’s encounter. Should I tell him? Do I not? Do I tell him later? We had a fairly open relationship and I knew he could care less if Alex and I hooked up. ACTUALLY, he would care a lot if we hooked up. Not negatively, it’s just that he would want to know all of the details, over and over again. Tell me about this. Tell me about that. How did it feel when she did ‘X’? How did you like doing ‘Y’? Etc, etc, etc.

“Whatever, my fantasy!” he exclaimed. He raised his glass, “I need a refill, how are you doing?”

“Sure,” I responded. “I’ll have another.”

Taking both our glasses, he left for the kitchen to refill our drinks. As soon as he left the room, my phone vibrated. It was Alex:

Hi hon. Hope you made it home safely. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Aw, sorry. I should have texted you when I landed. I’ve been home for a few.

Glad you made it safely.

I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.

Yeah, I was doing some clean up this morning from yesterday and couldn’t stop thinking about everything.

Ummmm...yeah. So, to be honest...

Carlos walked in the room and I put my phone down mid text. “Whatcha got?”

“Ah, nothing, just checking social media and taking a conference survey,” I lied.

“Cool.” He went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

... I still feel you.

Sorry to keep you hanging, Carlos walked in.

Really? You still feel me?

Yeah, let’s just say that i’m still ‘affected.’

Carlos, who’s that? lol Just joking.

HaHa

Affected? Tell me more!

Stop girl, you’re going to get me going again and you’re not here to finish what you started! HaHa! You have your main squeeze there.

True, but it’s different. You know that. Hey, I Gotta go. Let’s chat tomorrow, OK?

Sounds good, XX

XOXO

I put down the phone as Carlos finished up in the bathroom. We crossed paths as I headed back to take out my contacts, wash my face, etc. I could see Carlos snuggle under the covers and turn off the bedroom lights. I changed into my PJs, turned off the lights in the bathroom and headed to bed. It was dark, with a lone street light shining through our window. I snuggled under the covers as he rolled over toward me, “I love you,” he declared and snuggled into my ass.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied. “So glad to be home!”

“I missed you!” He declared again and kissed my shoulder, while nuzzling his beard against my skin. That was my spot. He knew that. My nipples responded, but I stayed silent, ignoring his advance. Did he want something?

A few seconds later, I felt a slight pressure on my ass. “Mmmmm,” he snuggled in closer, with another kiss and a gentle bite.

I gasped, “Ahhh.” I guess he wanted something. “BABY!”

“Mmmmm,” he pulled me in tighter. “I’m sorry baby, but you know how I am. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your week away and hoping that you would have reached out to Alex. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, baby. Yes, I know you. I know how you are.”

He reached lower and touched me inside my shorts. “Baby!” he exclaimed. I was soaking wet. Still feeling affected. Between the texts from Alex and Carlo’s nuzzling on my shoulder, I was on edge. “Why are you so wet?” He inquired, eyebrows arched.

“I don’t know!” I moaned and grinded into his hand. I reached my arm back behind me and grabbed his head, momentarily forgetting about the tattoo Alex had applied to my arm.

“What’s this?” Carlos asked, peering at my tattoo.

“Well babe, sometimes, reality is better than fantasy!”

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