Regaining My Life
Chapter 3 — The Dinner Date
Summary: Zoë comes over for dinner.
A note to the reader, this is my third submission on Literotica. Thank you to SissyKaty, Lelo210, and s0reth0at for their review and editing work. This was originally a one-off story, but I have extended the story for several chapters. All characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. I hope my story reflects the human condition, our daily struggle to live meaningful, happy lives. My characters are flawed, just like you and me. All constructive criticism is welcome.
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The heat and humidity finally broke on Thursday. A cold front with summer thunderstorms passed through overnight. There was just a touch of autumn in the air. I spent the morning preparing for the coming semester, then had a nice garden salad for lunch. It was about 12:30 when I headed out. I planned to put a second coat of red paint on the section of the barn I had repaired earlier that month. I was stirring the paint at my workbench, when Chris drove her car into the barn.
“Do you mind if I close the door?”
“No, go ahead.”
She ran around and closed the door. Then she came over to me. I stopped stirring and turned to her.
Chris asked, “Is hugging allowed?”
I held out my arms, “You’ve been hugging me for years. Of course.”
Chris skipped into my arms. She was wearing modest jeans and a professional looking blouse. She squeezed me tight, her breasts pressing into my chest. My arms around her back returned the pressure, my hands pressing into the clasps of her bra. She had returned to her modest self.
I kissed the top of her head as I was accustomed to doing. She looked up and took my face in both hands and very lightly kissed my lips. She sighed and returned her head to my chest.
She said, “Thank you for being my friend and putting up with me.”
“I will gladly put up with you till my dying day.”
“I gotta tell you I’m getting worried about some of the thoughts I’ve been having. Scary thoughts. My spirit is being crushed by a great, dark weight. To tell you the truth, coming to see you today is the only thing that got me out of bed this morning.”
I kissed the top of her head again, “Christina, I think you need to talk someone. I’ll give you the name of the therapist I worked with. She’s expensive, but worth it. Our health insurance covers 80%. I’ve talked to her a lot over the past two years.”
She nodded, and then broke the hug, “So, what are we working on today?”
“Painting a spot on the back of the barn.”
“Let me go get changed.” She went over and pulled a reusable grocery bag out of the back seat of her car. “Be back in a jiff.” She took off running through the side door of the barn.
I poured the paint into two smaller buckets, got out two brushes, and two step ladders. I took them around to the back and set them down. By the time I had set up, Chris jogged up. She wasn’t even out of breath. She was wearing a white ‘Property of My Cat’ t-shirt. A pair of well-worn jeans accentuated her hips.
I said, “Here’s the section we’re painting. It’s already got one coat.”
“Sounds good.” She placed a ladder on the right side and got to work.
Not looking at me she asked in a sing-song voice, “So how was your hike?”
I mimicked her, “I’m sure you know.”
“Yes, I do, but I would like to hear about it from you.”
“Zoë and I had a nice hike.”
“And?”
“She embraced her inner wood nymph. She is stunningly beautiful.”
Chris said, “I know, but she doesn’t think so.”
“We went swimming and had a nice lunch.”
“And made love under the maples by the pond.”
“Chris, do you know how awkward this is? Telling a woman I love dearly that I had sex with her best friend?”
“That I encouraged by the way. I think it’s good for you. I think it’s good for both of you. Like that Marvin Gaye song.” She sang, “Sexual healing is something that’s good for me.”
“Sign her up for karaoke night.”
Chris said, “Not on your life. I love you both so much. I really think she should be your friend with benefits.”
“As opposed to a friend with shower benefits?”
“Sort of, but not. I saw you have a road bike in the barn. Is it rideable?”
“I can give it a tune up. What do you have in mind?”
“I need to start running again. You could pedal alongside me. Carry my water bottle.”
“Like a domestique at the Tour de France?”
“Yes. Exactly. Would you do that?”
“OK. I’ll look at it tomorrow, give it a tune up. I’ll be ready by tomorrow afternoon if you want to run then.”
The spot we were painting was on the shady, north side of the barn. Neither of us broke a sweat.
Chris said, “I’m thirsty. Do you have any water down here?”
“There a bottle in on the workbench.”
“Want some too?”
“Sure.”
Chris went in and returned with the bottle, holding it up to me. She had spilt some strategically on her t-shirt so that her nipples were clearly visible through her t-shirt.
She said, “Had a hole in my chin.”
“Are you going to torment me like this every day?”
“Maybe not every day, but as often as possible.” She returned to painting. “So, tell me about your picnic.”
“Zoë had some nice sandwiches, some cut up carrots and celery, some mixed nuts. Really good.”
“And then?”
“Chris, I’m not going to kiss and tell.”
“Why not? Zoë did.”
“And what did she report?”
“She told me about giving you a blow job. Exquisite detail. I could see your penis clearly in my mind’s eye. Then she told me how she rode you cowgirl style. By the way, she didn’t know that was a term. She told me about how she figured out how to get maximum penetration and how she made you cum. It sounds like you didn’t get a chance to get her going though.”
“No. She didn’t give me a chance. I really wanted to taste her and smell her.”
“I figured that. I didn’t let on that you enjoy that.”
“She’s coming over for dinner this weekend. Maybe I can bring her some pleasure then.”
Chris ran her fingers across her lips like a zipper. Her shirt had dried, but I could tell she was braless. Her natural breasts were so beautiful in the tight t-shirt.
I am a firm believer in the “Free the Nipple” campaign. Not because I enjoy the sight of a braless woman. OK, I do enjoy the sight of a braless woman. Nevertheless, natural breasts without the armor plating of a bra are so much more attractive. For the most part, the world would be a much better place without bras.
We wrapped up the painting and put everything away.
She asked, “What do you do with the brushes?”
“Soap and water clean-up in the mudroom.”
We started walking toward the house. Chris took my hand. I held the door when we got to the house, and she led me in. I moved to the sink and started running the water.
“Here move over.” She nudged me with her hip.
I added some cold to lower the temperature. I squirted some dish detergent on my brush then hers.
“You just rub out the paint and keep rinsing a lot. Add detergent as necessary. Rub, rinse, rub, rinse. Not exactly compelling work.”
Standing shoulder to shoulder, we worked on cleaning the brushes and somehow, she managed to get her shirt wet again, her nipples erect on the white fabric. The alarm on her phone in her pocket went off. “Half past, time to clean up to get John.”
Chris moved over to the laundry basket and peeled off her shirt, exposing her breasts to me. My cock immediately started stiffening.
“You really enjoy tormenting me, don’t you?”
She smiled her naughty smile. I stopped the cleaning so I could watch her. She became more seductive with the attention. She kicked off the old sneakers she wore, and then removed her socks. She turned around and wiggled her ass at me. I was getting a personal strip tease. She turned around again, facing me, her eyes locked onto mine. She undid her fly and slowly moved her jeans over her hips. Her delta of Venus appeared, and she allowed the jeans to drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, then turned around, spread her legs slightly, and reached to pick up her clothes; a classic stripper move. The view from behind of Chris was sensational; it had an immediate effect on my cock. She came over to me and placed her hand on the front of my straining jeans.
“I’m sorry I do this to you.”
“No, you’re not.”
She smiled impishly, “No, I’m not.”
She moved to the door and said, “I have to take a shower. Don’t come up.”
I finished with the paint brushes and hung them to dry. I thought, ‘Two can play this game’.
I took off my shoes, moved quietly up the stairs to my bedroom, and stripped. I could hear the shower going. I pulled on my cock to keep it at maximum hardness. The bathroom door was open and I stood just outside. I could see her hands occasionally above the shower curtain. The shower stopped and she stepped out onto the bathmat and was toweling off.
I walked in, my cock fully erect, “My turn.”
She was surprised and then smiled. I stood next to her, then leaned in and turned on the water. She reached out and grabbed the shaft of my cock.
I said, “We’re not supposed to be lovers remember?”
She gave me a couple of strokes, “You’re right. That’s the rule.”
I climbed in, closed the curtain, and finished stroking myself off. I noticed that I when I came, I was starting to shoot a bit rather than dribble. Maybe my pelvic muscles were strengthening. I quickly washed and rinsed myself off. I turned off the water and opened the curtain. Chris was standing there, fully dressed in her original outfit.
She said, “Would friends with shower benefits be the same as being lovers?”
“I suppose if we controlled ourselves, it wouldn’t be.”
“Kiss me. I gotta go.” I leaned over, she kissed me with an open mouth, her tongue touching mine, and grabbed my cock.
She said, “Let me think about it.”
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Later, Zoë called and said Friday would be a nice evening for dinner. I asked if there was anything she couldn’t eat and she said she avoided anything spicy; it wasn’t good for her stomach. I called Chris for dinner advice, and she said that Zoë eats anything, but she ate like a bird. Small portions would be smart.
The next day, Friday, I tuned up my bicycle. I was surprised I didn’t get a visit from Chris. I did laundry, setting up a drawer in the bedroom for her work clothes. I also tidied up around the house, dusted and vacuumed. It wasn’t that I was a neat freak, but I wanted Zoë to see my farmhouse at its best.
The dinner plan was a basil, mozzarella chicken dish that I had invented for Roz. I hadn’t made it for at least five years. I was growing fond of Zoë. While a romantic dinner did not fit into the profile of a friend with benefits, I wanted to let her know that I treasured her friendship. For me, making the chicken dish for Zoë felt like a unique gift I could give her. I was unwrapping a piece of my past and presenting it anew.
I had fresh zucchini, tomatoes, lettuce greens, green beans, oregano, parsley, and basil from the garden. I also picked a quart of late season raspberries from my bushes. On the way into town, I was inspired to stop by the hardware store and have two extra house keys made. I stopped by the liquor store and selected a nice Napa Valley chardonnay.
Zoë was due at six, so I showered and shaved extra close at four. Figuring commando was best, I put on a pair of Dockers and a dress shirt. By quarter to six, I had the dinner all prepared and the table set. I made sure that the portions were small so that she wouldn’t feel bad if she left something on her plate. It was still light outside, but I decided to light the candles anyway. I hoped they would create the kind of atmosphere that I was looking for. I got out my good china and set the dining room table according to Emily Post’s etiquette guidance. Everything was prepared, all I had to do was serve the meal.
Zoë appeared at my mudroom door at five to six. She was going to knock, but she saw me coming and smiled. I opened the door and she stepped in.
Normally Zoë’s hair was straight, but this evening it had a bit of curl and wave to it. Her dress was a pastel green. It reminded me of a dress from Greek mythology. It came up and fastened behind her neck leaving her shoulders, back, and arms bare. The neckline plunged to a little gold band that encircled her waist. While the dress was daring, it didn’t expose anything. The hem was below her knee, and she wore matching flats.
She immediately put her arms around my neck, “Hey.”
I put my hands on the small of her bare back, as she went on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and gently kissed me. She hung her small purse on a coat hook by the door.
“Zoë you are simply mesmerizing this evening.”
“Thanks. Chris helped me get ready.”
“Well, thank you for taking the time to be such an enchanting dinner date.”
I offered her my arm, “Please come in my dear. I have a very nice dinner prepared.”
I escorted her to the dining room.
She said, “Oh, this is so nice.”
I held out the chair for her and she sat down. I went into the kitchen and brought out the bottle of wine, then returned for the salad. “What type of dressing would you like, my dear?”
“Do you have ranch?”
I nodded. I retrieved two bottles of dressing: ranch and creamy Italian. I sat down and poured a little wine in each of our glasses. I wanted us both stone cold sober, but the wine went well with dinner.
“This is a beautiful salad, Quinn.”
“It’s all from my garden.”
“You are quite the gentleman farmer, aren’t you?”
“It keeps me out of the bars.”
She smiled. We finished our salads without any conversation. I didn’t know if she was being bashful or was just naturally quiet, but she just looked at me and smiled a lot. I cleared away the salad bowls.
In the kitchen I plated the chicken, roasted zucchini, and green beans. I put a little garnish of parsley on the side. I put the plate in front of her from the side as a waiter would do, and then set a basket of dinner rolls in the center. I set my plate down and sat.
“Oh Quinn, this looks wonderful.”
“It’s my own recipe that I invented for Roz many years ago. I wanted to make you something special.”
“Not only a gentleman farmer, but a chef!”
“I hope you enjoy it, my dear.”
She placed her hand on my arm, “Do you have any idea how sweet this is?”
She was smiling intensely as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“What the matter?”
“Quinn, this is one of the most thoughtful things anyone has done for me. I feel like royalty. You are treating me like a princess.”
I put on my fake British accent, “Only the finest for her majesty.”
She squeezed my forearm, “Thank you.”
“You are most welcome.”
Zoë cut a small bite off the chicken and placed it in her mouth. Her eyes went wide.
She chewed and swallowed, “Oh Quinn, this is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
She took a bite of zucchini, “Oh, this is good too. What did you do to it?”
“Not a lot. Some quality Spanish olive oil, a sprinkling of crushed fresh basil and oregano. About 20 minutes on each side on the grill. The beans are only steamed with melted butter.”
“Well, it is so good.”
Trying to keep the conversation going I asked, “So what have you been up to since I saw you last?”
“Mostly I have been trying to get used to having a five-year-old in my house. I am definitely not cut out for motherhood. I don’t know how Chris or any other mother does it. Jackie goes non-stop and then he crashes. I know, I’m supposed to call him John, but a name is a hard habit to break.”
“My grandkids do the same to me.”
“How old are they?”
“Seven, five, and three. I love them dearly, but they are exhausting.”
We had a very nice conversation on how to deal with little kids.
Zoë ate most of her meal, then looked a little sheepish, “Quinn, please don’t think I didn’t love this, I’ve just had some intestinal issues recently and I don’t want to press my luck.”
“That is quite all right, my dear.”
I removed our plates. In the kitchen I placed the raspberries into small bowls with a dollop of freshly whipped cream on top.
I placed the bowl in front of her, “Fresh berries and cream for her majesty.”
“Oh, I love raspberries.”
“I picked these this afternoon.”
She took a dainty bite, “Oh, those are so sweet. I didn’t know you had berry bushes.”
“Blueberries too, but they’re out of season now.”
“Quinn, you are just more and more impressive each moment. Lean over here, I need to kiss you.”
I leaned over and she softly placed her lips on mine. She opened her mouth, and I touched her tongue.
Zoë leaned back with her eyes closed.
She opened them slowly and said, “That may be the nicest part of this entire dinner.”
I took my wine glass, “May I make a toast, my dear?”
She picked up her glass and smiled.
“Here’s to a stunningly beautiful dinner companion and a treasured friend.”
We clinked glasses and took a sip.
Zoë said, “If I may.” She looked into my eyes, “Here’s to the kindest, sweetest, and sexiest date a girl could ever have.”
We clinked glasses again. I finished my berries and cream first and just looked at Zoë. I could feel a wide grin on my face.
She looked at me and said, “What?”
“This makes me very happy. Making you a nice dinner, spending some quality time with you. I can’t remember when the last time I had such a delightful evening.”
Zoë blushed and put her hand on my arm again, “You’re the best.”
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We finished dinner. I put the leftovers in the fridge and left the dishes for later. We went into my living room. I turned on the end table lamps as the daylight was fading. I sat down on the couch. I expected Zoë to sit next to me with her back to the couch. Instead, she hiked up her dress and sat down next to me, but cross-legged facing me. The dress still covered her legs. She took my hand and held it in her lap. She looked serious and I could feel a serious conversation coming on.
Zoë began, “Yesterday, I went on a really long hike. I did a lot of thinking.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but she placed her finger on my lips. “You’ll get to talk Quinn, but you’ve got to let me say this. If you interrupt me, I’ll lose my train of thought.”
I nodded.
Zoë took a deep breath. “First, what you said in your toast goes for me too. I absolutely treasure your friendship. You are the sweetest and dearest man I know. I don’t ever want to do anything that will hurt us or hurt you. You are such a dear, sweet man. I just said that.” She laughed at herself, then took another breath. “The other day was magical. I have had sex with three men before you, but I don’t think I would say that I made love to any of them. Wednesday was the first time I made love. It was so special.”
I started to say something, and she said, “Wait. There’s more.”
She took a deep breath and she seemed to struggle to find the words, “I love you Quinn McMullen more than you will ever know. Even though you probably love me too, I know your heart belongs to Chris. You can’t deny this. I’ve seen the way you have looked at her ever since she came here. Your conversations look like your hearts are joined through your eyes.”
She wiped her eyes, her voice started to break a little, “Quinn, I am so cool with that. When we were talking about being married the other day and you talked about finding the right person, I knew I could never be that person for you. I think Chris is that person. Chris and I talked about it for hours after Jackie went to bed last night.”
She took another deep breath, “Wait there’s more.”
Another deep breath and Zoë continued, “I really like Chris’ idea of a friend with benefits. Neither one of us are in a real relationship, but we can care for one another. I care for you so deeply. We can give each other pleasure. We can be so good for one another.”
She took another deep breath, “OK, I’m done for now.”
“I can go for that.”
“That’s all you have to say?” She looked shocked.
“First, Zoë, please don’t write yourself off. I don’t want to give you false hope, but before this week I really didn’t know you. I still don’t know much about you. Yes, Chris and I have been eye flirting for years. Yes, I do love her so. Here’s the thing. I don’t know if I can be a father again. We talked about it earlier this week. She is a package deal. She comes with baggage called Jackie. Actually, she doesn’t think I could be a step-dad again.” I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. “After Chris put the idea in my head about friends with benefits, I had to go do some research. I think it is a good idea, but it sounds like we need to agree to rules.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
“OK, so the first rule should involve dating others.”
Zoë said, “We can absolutely date others. Should we have to tell each other about it?”
“I read where that’s not such a good idea. Same thing if we have sex with someone else.”
“I think we can have sex with others.”
“OK, so don’t share when we have sex with someone else?”
Zoë thought about it, “No sharing. One of us might get jealous. I went with this one guy, Jared, and he would get very freaked out when I even talked to another guy.”
“OK, so no sharing when it comes to dates or sex. I think that should also extend to Chris, neither one of us should share with her what goes on between us. What do you think?”
“Quinn, she is my best friend. I’m going to have a hard time with that. For right now, I’m going to say ‘no’ to that one. I need to talk to Chris.”
“OK. Fair enough. One of the things I read is that we might need rules on cuddling or staying the night.”
“Why?”
“Well one site said, that could lead to a more intimate relationship than we want.”
“Quinn.”
“Yes, dear.”
“I’ve never really done that. Cuddle. For real. I’ve never really spent the night with anyone either. With Jared: it was get me wet, fuck me till he came, and see you tomorrow. Then he was out of there. I never felt like it was love. It was raw sex, raw lust. I don’t think he ever slept in my bed, or I slept in his. Would it be so bad if you held me in your arms, like at the pond? If our bodies were touching while we slept?”
I kissed her hand again. “Those are definitely experiences you need to have, certainly before you reach old age. So, cuddling and sleeping with each other is in.”
“Yes.”
“So, how frequently do we have sex?”
“Oh. I hadn’t considered that. I’m hoping that tonight would be one.”
“So am I.”
She smiled, “Ok, weekends are when you will probably want to go on dates, and there is always a chance that you might bring that person home. What’s your class schedule look like?”
“Afternoon classes, Monday through Thursday.”
“OK, so how would you feel about Sundays and Thursdays? Is twice a week too much?”
I said, “That would be a good starting point. Any other rules?”
“OK, you can’t think I’m a slut.”
“Zoë, I would never think you are a slut.”
Even in the warm glow of the lamps, I could tell she was blushing. “I would like to learn about my body and your body. What makes us respond to different things? I would like to try some things.” She placed her hand on mine. “Quinn, I’m 39 years old. I am afraid I will turn into an old maid, and I will never know what kind of pleasure is out there, what my body is capable of, what your body is capable of. I guess I mean men in general, but I really don’t know a lot other than what I have read.”
“So, you would like to experiment?”
She nodded, “Are you good with that?”
“If it’s good for you, it’s good for me. When we start experimenting, we might need more rules, but we’ll decide those when we get there.”
Zoë nodded, “Is there anything else?”
I dug in my pocket and handed her a house key, “Since I’m emotionally trusting you with a lot, I think you should also have access to my house.”
“I’ll get a key to my house so things are fair. Although I have to say, with Chris and Jackie at my house we should probably meet here for the time being.”
“Agreed. Here’s a question for you: Should we be brutally honest with each other when we aren’t happy about something?”
She nodded, “I think so. Although we should try not to hurt the other person’s feelings, so maybe honest, but not brutal. Anything else?”
I said, “So you need to know the situation with Chris since she seems to be in the middle of things. You need to know that she said that she and I can’t be lovers.”
“I know. She told me.”
“Well, she has also been teasing me with some exhibitionism and I think we may have agreed to be friends with shower benefits as long as we control ourselves.”
“I have those too, right? Shower benefits?”
“You have all benefits. Tomorrow we should write these down. I am going to treat my relationship with Chris like any other and I am not going to talk to you about her.” I stood up, “Well, my beautiful friend with benefits, I think I would like to show you some of the benefits you might enjoy.”
She swung her legs around and stood up, “I think we should seal our agreement with a kiss.”
I leaned down and kissed her, placing my hands on the small of her bare back. Her hands were on my shoulders.
I mumbled into her mouth, “If I was a younger man, I would carry you up the stairs.”
She probed my mouth with her tongue and mumbled back, “You romantic.”
“Let me button up the house and then we’ll go upstairs.”
I locked the doors and turned on the outside lights. Then I took her hand and led her up the stairs. “Do you know where everything is in this house?”
She shook her head, so I showed her where the bathroom and the towels were. I had a new toothbrush that I took out and placed next to the sink for her. I brought her into my bedroom, “I’ll make room in that dresser so you can keep some things over here. Chris has a drawer for her work clothes.”
The light was rapidly fading outside so I turned on the end table lamp. The windows were open, and a gentle, warm breeze ruffled the curtains. I turned to Zoë.
She placed her hands behind my neck, “If you are thinking how to get this dress off me, you just need to loosen this band at my waist. Then you can lift it over my head.”
I found where the band was clipped taut and loosened it. Zoë’s hands were still behind my neck. I slowly lifted her dress over her head and lowered it, revealing her pert breasts. The light from the lamp casting one breast in shadow. I continued lowering the dress and knelt before her. I let the dress fall to the floor and I was not surprised to find she wore nothing underneath. Her pubic runway was golden in the lamplight.
I asked, “Is it proper for a mere moral to worship a sex goddess of the forest?”
“It is right and proper. Arise Sir Knight and allow me to disrobe you.”
I picked up her dress, draped it over the back of the rocking chair, and then stood in front of Zoë. She was smiling broadly as she unbuttoned my shirt. I unbuttoned the cuffs behind her head. She didn’t pull the shirt off me, but rather opened it and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Human touch is intoxicating. I savored the moment looking into her eyes.
After a minute or so, Zoë returned to the task at hand. She pulled off the shirt, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the fly, and dropped the zipper. I had conveniently gone commando and when the trousers fell away, my tumescent cock was there in all its glory.
Zoë placed her hand on my shaft.
I said, “I think that tonight needs to be all about you.”
She smiled, “How so?”
“I think I need to bring you to the heights of pleasure and keep you there as long as possible.”
“How can a girl say ‘no’ to something like that?”
“Exactly.” I removed a couple of the extra pillows from the head of the bed and tossed them in a chair. “You need to make yourself as comfortable as possible.”
Zoë climbed up on top of the covers. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs flat but spread slightly. She placed two pillows under her head. “Is this OK? I would like to watch you.”
“Absolutely.”
I knelt at the foot of the bed. Lifting her right foot, I gently massaged the sole with both thumbs. Zoë’s eyes were fixed on me. I returned the gaze as I licked her toes, then began tracing my tongue up her silky calf. When I got to her knee, I pressed my now erect cock against the sole of her foot. She smiled. Then I moved to her left foot. More massaging, but rather than licking, I began sucking on each toe. A soft moan came from her lips. I kissed my way up to her knee. Now I continued up the inside of her thigh, tender kisses on her delicate skin.
I stopped about four inches from her vulva. Even though it was in shadow, I could see the moisture on her labia. I’d barely begun stimulating her erogenous spots. I wanted to bring her to maximum anticipation, but her pussy would be last. I crawled up between her legs moving so we were face-to-face. My hands were on the pillow on either side of her face. My cock barely touched her pussy, and she began to reach for me.
I grabbed her hand before it got to me, “No, no. Not yet.”
Zoë’s smile oozed passion. I laid my hand on her cheek, and then leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Her hand came up to my face and our lips parted, tongues probing. I leaned forward slightly so that my cock brushed against her pussy again. I broke the kiss and worked toward her earlobe, softly taking it between my lips.
I slid my tongue behind her ear, then traced my tongue down to her neck. I kissed and tongued my way from one shoulder to the other, gliding my tongue along her collarbone. Now I returned to the side of her breast that I first encountered on the hike. I looked up and Zoë had her head back on a pillow, her eyes closed. I slowly circled her breast edging closer to her areola. My tongue was just above her nipple when she arched her back, dragging her nipple across my tongue.
I whispered, “No, not yet.”
“Are you trying to tease me?”
“Tease you until every nerve is aching for release.”
I moved to her other breast and repeated the circling strategy. I barely touched the tip of her erect nipple with my tongue. She let out a groan and put her hands on my head. I mouthed her and then sucked ever so slightly.
I traced my tongue over to her other breast and repeated the maneuver, this time sucking longer. I slowly moved back and forth between nipples spending time with each one. I lost count of how many times. By the last time, I thought I heard a small whimper from Zoë.
Deciding it was time to move lower, I traced my tongue across her stomach to her pussy. Her pubic landing strip atop her mons was my next focus. I got up on my elbows between her legs and traced my finger on the edge of her pubes, along the valley her leg created with her vulva, across her perineum, then back up the other side. Her perineum was a river of moisture flowing from her opening. The second time around I traced her labia majora, carefully avoiding her emerging clit.
I started repeating the pattern with my tongue and I heard Zoë’s breath suck in. When I got to the river flowing from her vagina, I stopped to taste her sweetness. Her pheromones driving my cock to maximum hardness.
I continued the circuit of her pussy twice more, each time moving closer. On the last pass, I stopped at her perineum and parted her labia with my tongue; my tongue luxuriating in her juices. I stopped just before her clit. Zoë whimpered with anticipation. I touched her clit with my tongue, and she groaned. I moved lower, probing her opening with my tongue, lapping up her moisture. My tongue glided up her slit, and I finally took her clit into my mouth with a gentle suck.
Zoë’s body shuddered to a degree I had rarely experienced before. Gooseflesh stood out on her arms, breast, and stomach. Her legs quivered and she reached out a shaking hand to the top of my head. Turning Zoë on was turning me on just as much, driving my mind to be that much more erotically creative. I slid both my arms under her legs, her silky thighs on either side of my face. I turned and kissed the inside of each leg, then traced my tongue toward her vulva. I reached for her breasts with both hands, taking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, softly rubbing. I began slowly tracing my tongue the length of her vulva, stopping at her clit for a couple flicks. Then returning the way I came. I probed into her vagina with my tongue, then returning to her clit with a little suck. Vagina. Clit. Vagina. Clit.
Zoë placed her feet on my back, spreading her knees and maximizing her exposure to my stimulation. She entwined her fingers in my hair. Now I began to focus exclusively on her clit. Five licks and then a pause. Five licks and then a pause.
I brought my right arm back so I could finger her pussy. Her juices had drenched her ass and I rubbed my finger against her asshole. Another moan. My finger traced her pussy opening, and then slipped inside. I thought there was room for another. I probed with two fingers as I continued teasing her clit. I touched her g-spot on the roof of her vagina, but it wasn’t quite ready. Another moment or two.
I pulled my fingers out and again rubbed her drenched anus. Zoë rotated her hips ever so slightly and I thought that was a signal to probe her.
Not wanting to bring any fecal matter to her pussy, I lubed my pinky in her pussy juice and slipped it into her ass. I made a slow fucking motion for a couple of minutes, her hips pushing her asshole against each subtle probe. I pulled my pinky out and wiped it on the sheet. I slipped my forefinger and middle finger into her pussy and found her g-spot. Its wrinkly texture told me she was ready. Time for a Zoë orgasm.
It was a triple assault: my left hand working her nipple; my mouth teasing her clit; and my right hand rubbing her g-spot.
Zoë whimpered again and pressed my face into her clit with both hands. Then I felt it start. Her pussy pulsating, quivering. Her back arched, and she pressed my face harder into her clit. I looked up and her head was thrown back, her mouth open, her breath in short pants.
I held her nipple firm, gently squeezing, and continued rubbing her g-spot. Her feet came off my back to the bed and she pressed my face between her thighs.
I paused for a moment, then touched her clit again with my tongue. More g-spot rubbing. It was as if I had given her an electric shock. Her back arched, and a guttural sound escaped from her throat. Her hands pushed my face away from her clit as her vaginal contractions increased in intensity.
I waited a moment until I felt her climax easing, but since she was forcibly holding my face away from her clit, I reached up and touched it with my index finger. Just an instant of rubbing and her orgasm exploded again.
I rubbed Zoë’s g-spot for another 30 seconds or so, then pulled my fingers out of her pussy. Then she pressed my face into her clit. I pulled down to lap at her vagina, then slid up her labia to her clit again. Her back arched, head thrown back. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out, her breath in pants.
I wiped my chin wet with her fluids on the sheet. Then pulled my body up toward her face, rubbing her wet pussy across my chest. I couldn’t resist sucking on her nipples and her body bucked as if I had placed a live wire on each one. She released my hair and moved her hands to my hips. My rock-hard cock found her opening without any guidance, and I slowly pressed into her contracting pussy. I was now face-to-face with her and kissed her open mouth, probing with my tongue. She responded with her tongue, wrestling with mine.
Zoë brought her knees up. I took them further and placed her ankles on my shoulders. My cock had maximum penetration, hitting her cervix with each slow, deep stroke. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, as if she was struggling for breath. She placed her hands on either side of my face. Her pussy contractions clenched at my cock. Each contact with her cervix, sent a spark across to my glans.
And then my orgasm was upon me. I threw my head back with one deep thrust into Zoë. She smiled as she realized what had happened. My body trembled as I came into her pussy. I thrust again and again. She spread her legs wide off my shoulders so that I could lower myself.
I placed my elbows on the bed, my face just above hers. She brought her legs down to the bed and pulling her close to me, I rolled onto my back. She kept my cock in her pussy, but now she was on top. She straddled me, moved her hips once, but a grimace appeared on her face. I assumed she was as sensitive as I was.
Zoë leaned forward with her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I could still feel her vagina contracting on my cock. She kissed me softly and then laid her head on my chest. I brought my arms around and placed one hand on her back, the other held an ass cheek.
Her breathing slowed and her contractions subsided. After a few minutes, “Quinn.”
“Yes, Love.”
“I can peacefully grow old now.”
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We fell asleep like that, Zoë lying on my chest, my cock in her pussy. She wasn’t heavy and I slept soundly. The windows were open and a cool breeze drifted in. Sometime around midnight, I was awakened by Zoë rolling off of me, heading to the bathroom. The end table light was on, so I rolled over and turned it off. Bright moonlight poured in through the windows.
When she returned, I said, “My turn,” and headed to the bathroom.
Zoë had slipped under the covers, and I crawled in next to her. We spooned with my lower arm under her head, and my upper hand on her breast. My flaccid cock was pressed against her butt crack.
“Quinn?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“I don’t know if I have ever been happier than I am right now. I feel like I am glowing. ”
“You are glowing. I can see you clearly.”
“That’s the moonlight, silly.”
_ _ _ _ _
Sometime closer to dawn, I was gently awakened by Zoë’s mouth on my cock. I could see the silhouette of her body in the glow of the windows. I placed my hand on her head.
“I just want to get you hard enough to put you back in my pussy. I love sleeping like that.”
I was surprised at how quickly she was able to bring me to full arousal. She mounted me and provided a few pelvic grinds. Soon she stopped and pulled the covers over both of us, her head resting on my chest, my cock deep in her pussy. I lightly stroked her hair as we fell asleep.