It had been many months since the enforce split up of Sandy and Jim. True they had seen each other for a few moments here and there and even shared lunch, such as it was, alone together at a nearby picnic table. But there was always something lurking in the background. Sandy was constantly concerned about being seen by the wrong people and Jim was afraid that Sandy would eventually have her fill of him. Their "affair" (a poor descriptive word with unfortunate connotations as the relationship they had could only be portrayed in words of beauty) was an unequal thing.
Sandy enjoyed the affections and attentions of Jim, but her real and true love was still her husband and Jim was totally and heartily in love with Sandy (a fact she could never conceive of as he still professed to love his wife, but she could never truly fathom him anyway, such a strange person). What made their relationship so special was the inner and outer beauty of Sandy.
She was delightfully proportioned, not thin and not full, just right. Her perfectly created succulent body was ripe with a wonderful combination of grace, poise and suppleness with a delicious and generous helping of stark raving sensuality. She exuded passion and seductiveness. Venus would have been proud to be reincarnated in Sandy.
But Jim was most struck by Sandy's face. She was, simply and truthfully, gorgeous. Her lovely face was surrounded by a soft halo of warm brown locks, recently cut short emphasizing the radiant charm of her lovely face. Her deep blue eyes sparked with ever glance sending daggers of passion everywhere. A perfect puckish, yet sexy, nose guarded the most beautiful, full and voluptuous lips ever created. When not smiling, a seldom thing, they still spoke of passionate things to come, but when they smiled, ah, heaven. A warm smile from Sandy could raise an army of impotents to never before achieved heights. Everyone fell under the charm of this beauty. She was seldom alone.
Jim had to admit that she was the most exquisitely beautiful creature he had ever seen, yet his real attraction to her was her inner, spiritual beauty. She gave off an aura of peace and harmony with Man and Nature. Her every movement, so natural and easy, displayed a deep sensual appreciation of live and love.
Most of the rest of Sandy was in Jim's imagination. True he had seen hints of her supple, sensual figure through her cloths, but only what they allowed to be seen. She was not the wearer of tight, revealing outfits, but neither did they hide the exquisite rise of her tempting breasts, delightfully rounded derriere and elegantly formed legs. Jim ached to explore what he could only imagine.
Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he had be able to perform a delightful massage on Sandy's feet and hands. The sensuality was so high for him that he about lost it several times. And once, while having lunch in his car in the rain he had massaged her back and gotten up the nerve to kiss the nape of her neck. But no kisses in this strange relationship. Sandy had allowed platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt made them both uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner stuff... well, that brings us to today.
Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few weeks they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and once enjoyed a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store. You say, "What!" But the significance was not the location, but the fact that they were alone together. That was like the first unaided step to a paraplegic. This time they decided they could handle a real lunch together.
It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain would doom the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning for them to decide that it was still OK. The drive was uneventful, lots of small, weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim parked in the deserted lot at the park as the rain streamed down the windshield. They unpacked their meager lunches and ate. The silence wasn't exactly deafening, but there was much of it. Then they were finished.
After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at each other. "Would that it was the way it was," noted Sandy with down-cast eyes.
"Do you remember our talks about how women visualize male gentleness and dominance, Sandy" "Sure, but you never quite understood what I was trying to say, Jim. The reason why women perceive aggression, hopefully mild, as erotic and seductive is that it cloaks their guilt, guilt fashioned by society's inhibitions on the sex act, particularly for women." "No, I see what you are saying and it is clear in your life isn't it You find me interesting because I am a little different, I call it gentle, you probably have other words for it. And then I hear about your husband and your first husband. Don't get me wrong, I think very highly of your husband and even if I didn't, because he is your husband and you love him I am his Number Two fan. (My envy of him will go unspoken!) It is just that you wished WE could be back the was it was, "loving" each other platonically and, of course we can't, because of your guilt feelings and fear. But that is not all that is not the same was it was."
At that instant Jim reached over to Sandy and placed his arms around her shoulders. Sandy was totally unprepared for this. "No, we can't allow this to happen," she said, with some alarm. "Don't say 'we', you may not want this to happen, but I do."
With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly in the way, but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips. "Sandy, I am going to kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have longed to kiss you, but I have not wanted violence. But if I must force you I will."
Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it only allowed Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now firmly around her, pinning her upper arms to her side. As his face came near to her, she turned her face away from him. "No! Don't, Jim."
"Sandy! Look at me!" She stopped and turned her head. She looked up at Jim with fear and anguish in her eyes, "I can't let you do it. I can't live with it. Suppose someone comes by" "Sandy, I love you. Those things matter to me, but I do love you, dearly. I have tried to express my love for you with things, with notes, with spoken words. You acknowledge the fact like it is a notice on the 6 o'clock news. 'Interesting, but it has nothing to do with me.' Well, it does!"
With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break free, but he held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her face away she practically screamed, "This isn't fair! Let me go." "No, Sandy, I have wanted to hold you close to me and kiss you for longer than you could imagine. I shall not let this moment pass." He reached up and held her face, twisting it around so he could look deeply into her lusciously fierce blue eyes. "Sandy, I love you, so very much I love you." And he kissed her again.
Her struggles began again, but she was virtually helpless under his weight. His kiss became a long passionate fulfillment of months and months of frustration. She could sense that and felt helpless. The kiss was certainly not unenjoyable, just undesired at that particular time. "Reason with him," she thought.
But she would not have the chance. The kiss became even more passionate as his warm wet tongue forced its way between her passionate lips. They circled around her glisteningly smooth pearly teeth, hastening this way and that. They snaked along her teeth into her cheek searching this way and that. The suggestive nature was not lost on Sandy, nor was Jim's desperateness. She made the mistake of trying to speak and as her mouth opened, his probing tongue entered unobstructed. "This is where I belong," it seemed to say. It hungrily searched out her tongue and entangled himself with her's.
As their tongues played gaily like little children Sandy became acutely aware of what Jim had been noticing for a long time. She was stretched nearly prone along the seat of the car and he was covering her full length. The relative positions of their bodies was nearly as a couple in the act of intercourse. The not unpleasant increasing pressure from him on her loins was not lost on her either.
She uttered and nearly inaudible cry, one of anguish, possibly pain, maybe one of passion. But her struggles to extricate herself diminished slightly. Actually, they had only served to enflame both of them up to that time. When she ceased her struggles, Jim seemed to take over.
Gradually her snuggled closer to her. Her loose, flowing dress allowed him to force his knees between her legs and apart a little ways. The bulging mass between his legs desperately searching for a safe haven.
Finally the kiss became too much. As they broke to allow the breath of life to return, he slid down, quickly unbuttoning her blouse. She was slow to recover and did not realize his actions were more than a clumsy attempt to paw her breasts. Before she knew it he had slipped open her blouse and had cupped each luscious breast in his hands. His fingers searching for the crown of beauty atop each lovely full breast. Her nipples were unashamedly reaching out for him. As she tried to reach up to grab his arms he slipped his hands underneath her bra and lifted it above her full, ripe breasts. She clutched his wrists in desperation and pulled them down, but this only allowed him to firmly set his hot passionate mouth on one crown.
An reflex cry left Sandy's lips, but her hands did not release her grip on Jim's arms. As his tongue slowly felt its way around the ruby areola, Sandy's breathing became short and labored. The tongue paused on its third circuit and gentle touched the nipple. A rush of air into Sandy's lungs lifted the nipple into Jim's mouth. It closed over the nipple and gentle sucked as his tongue massaged. A few moments there that bringing the blood rushing to the very tip of the sensitive tip of the nipple was followed by and equal excursion on the other nipple.
Gradually, Sandy's grip on Jim's arms faded. Her arms fell to her side as she passionately absorbed this energy.
A sudden spasm in Sandy's back caused the both to start. "I can't stay in this position, Jim," she said. He raised himself off of her allowing her to sit back in the seat. Her further words, "Maybe, we had better...," were muffled by his mouth again as he planted another long deep kiss on her full cherry lips. Her arms then went around Jim's shoulders. He held her slim waist.
His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous trace of her delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in her underwear as he cautiously searched. As they forced their way under her she involuntarily raised herself up. But he only paused as his hands continued on their was down the back of Sandy's thighs. Then they returned along her side. Twice they followed the same sensuous route. Then as one returned by the same road the other crept lower to the hem of her knee-length dress. As his hand lighted on her flawless knee, Sandy again broke away from the kiss.
"No, Jim. You can't do that." "Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this car to do anything, but explore, so don't worry." "I...I don't think we should." "All right, just a few brief moments. It won't hurt."
Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.
Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long time, but only a few moments, Jim's, by now, expert hand gentle crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy's panties and gentle pulled them down.
As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just allowed Jim's hand to again search out the tempting warm spot between Sandy's legs.
Jim placed his whole hand gently over her mons and deftly began probing for her the apex. With a groan of remorse she tried to reach for his hand, to stave off the attack. But just as she grabbed his arm again the groan tailed off into a moan of delight as he found the clitoris. The joy-bud burst into life as he found the tip; the blood cursed through her veins towards this seat of exquisite pleasure. "Oh, my god, that feels good. I want you to stop, Jim. I don't want you to stop. Don't stop."
"I won't stop. But you may start." Her hand, not needed to allay his advances, fell limply. Not missing a stroke on her clit, he gentle picked up her hand and placed it over his bulging crotch. Her hand stayed there for what seemed like minutes. Whether it was trepidation or fear of the unknown or whether it was just the rapture at what was taking place in her body, we will never know nor care, but her hand remained motionless.
But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with vigour. The hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the heavily breathing beauty. As Jim's hand brought forth stronger and stronger sensations she traced the ever-growing swelling. It promised to be of enormous proportions. She slowly unzipped and unbuckled his pants. As he rose slightly to assist her in her endeavors she pulled down both his trousers and underwear at the same time. But before she could seek out the article of interest the first wave of orgasm enveloped her. All she could do was reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him close.
As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy's lips. "God, that was good." But before she could say more, Jim slipped down and stuck his nose into Sandy's moist, warm crotch. "Come up here," she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the blossom of release again. Her admonishments to join her were abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat, Sandy's passion steadily boiled inside of her.
She groped down to find Jim's exposed, but as yet undiscovered, penis, but it was too far away. "Let me have you too, please." She cried, but it was not to be. Just as she lay back a second flood of love-juice gushed forth in her second intense, massive and magnificant climax.
Exhausted, she lay panting as he snuggled up to her, still carrying the heavenly odor of love with him. She cringed as he kissed her.
"Sandy, anything of yours is honey to my lips. Please share with me in this delightfully wonderful feast" With a smile she flung her arms about him, pulling him to her bare breasts in a warm passionate kiss. "Of course, you can. Let me taste it, too."
His, "I shall," was suddenly punctuated with the presence of a stranger in their midst. His sturdy and upright penis, crying for attention, with an urgency previously unknown, saw the way open to his heaven. While the attentions of Sandy and Jim were diverted, he snuggled down between the lovely legs of Sandy, gently touched her soft brown pubic hair and as if attracted by the musky smell of her vaginal fluids dexterous poised himself above the labia. This delicate and tender searching, presumed to be probing fingers by Sandy, caused no undue stir, but a quick, expert thrust, enlodged the gigantic, rosy head of the grand penis, shocked Sandy.
As she broke away once again she cried, "That's not your finger!" "No, it is something even better," he answered as his swollen, rigid tool, measuring nearly three inches in diameter steadied on course.
Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and lust the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place, yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.
This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her honey-juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not seem to wish to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking over her body. Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her body was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion of a phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled gasps became quieter and less violent.
Sandy felt that the end was near. He most frantic efforts seemed futile, her most vehement objections, in vain. She fought the idea to relax and enjoy the rape. But struggling was useless. With her strength ebbing, she hesitated.
The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the pause as submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his stubborn laboring. For a brief second he retraced his path toward the outside world again, but before completely removing himself, once again began his relentless fight for home.
One more quick, strong thrust of Jim's loins and the turgid veinstudded pole ended his long exotic journey. Now the fun began. Very slowly Jim withdraw his splendid shaft to nearly the point of loss of engagement, then once again begin the delightful passage back, each time his staff seemed to renew its energy and expand and extend, accordingly. Three or four times this happened, when, ever so imperceptibly, the age-old dance of love deftly performed by Jim began to be slowly echoed by Sandy's lovely pelvis and her stifled cries turned to moans of pleasure.
Once again nature had turned the struggle between two attractive adults into the cavorting dance created by God for their pleasure, and His, no doubt.
The superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis meeting its passionate equal in the exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously seductive, warm and lusciously moist cave of love, the female vagina. For more than twenty minutes this dance of life continued, the participating couple oblivious the everything, but each other, and the amazing activities of their bodies, no longer in their control. All they could do was cling to each other in rapture. His arms strongly encircled her lovely body, drawing it closer and closer while she reached out to enfold him. Desperately seeking to be one she arched her beautiful shapely legs around his back alternatingly nearly crushing Jim and relieving the tension. All breathing and motion meshed together as one unit. Sandy and Jim were one in the eyes of all. The only deviation from the erotic rhythm of their pumping bodies was the ever so slow increase in pulse.
I will not bore you with further details, except to say that the end, so exquisitely and wonderfully punctuated with the hot, surging semen of Jim filling to overflowing Sandy's love canal, its mixing with her sweet secretions, and further highlighted with their simultaneous indescribable orgasms, was not necessarily welcome. Too soon a good and great thing. But, then, their newly discovered pastime need not be a one-time thing.