Intersecting Orbits

Intersecting Orbits

Over the past fifteen years they had gravitated to one another, their orbits intersecting when she had struck the rocks of her relationships with a succession of men ending badly. Outwardly the worst was when he discovered her black-eyed having finally left one jerk. He had helped rebuild her confidence, taken her to concerts, introduced her new sports. Bowling had allowed him fine views of her curves, and her wonderful rear, day trips down the coast etc. Yet there never was any hint of any physical attraction towards him from her. Now she had re-entered his orbit after a three year relationship had come to a sticky end.

She returned to eating with him weekly, discussing everything and anything under the sun. Walking together during the long summer evenings, going to shows, just hanging out.

He always walked her home, she changing into lounge wear. Then she'd sit cross legged on the carpet chatting animatedly while they sipped mugs of tea. Hers sweetened and milky, his black and strong. Last week as he left for home, she had hugged him for the first time. On one of their outings, returning home he had asked if he could kiss her, to be rebuffed with a "better not!" He had never asked again. As she hugged him, he could smell the digestive biscuits she had munched with her tea on her breath. The crumbs had fallen into her lap, and being cross legged some were near her crotch. Dampening her finger with her saliva she had gathered those crumbs assiduously and licked them up. He watching amusedly, for the tight-fitting lounge trousers indicated no panty lines. So he was elated that night as he strolled home himself.

This week, the had walked in the countryside, chatting. She, poetry in motion, strolling alongside him, occasionally brushed an arm against him. He had prepared dinner for them which they devoured hungry after their exercise. Later, walking her home the evening sun deepened the fiery hue of her cascading hair as sunset crept across the sky.

She had changed into comfortable pajamas and sat on the floor, her back against the sofa, chatting animatedly. She picked at invisible bits near her crotch. Patting the floor she beckoned him. Smiling, he came and sat behind her. She shuffled forward a little. Now she was scissored between his tree trunk legs. The heady scent of her filled his nostrils as he dove his nose among the glorious, tousled, red mane. He inhaled deeply! Her hands roamed over his muscular legs which he flexed. He flicked her hair over his shoulder and nuzzled her neck. She sighed and relaxed against him. Contented!

Tilting her head up, she kissed him for the first time. He responded eagerly, and they ventured to share tongues, saliva, and joy in mingling kisses. Delicious!

She placed her hand upon his right hand and guided it back and forth along her upper leg. She moved their hands in small circles. His palm obeyed as she directed it along and back. The fabric was warm and soft, he enjoyed her. Enjoyed her even more as her left hand was placed upon his and guided his hand to her breasts. She stopped with their hands over her right breast. He could feel her nipple, hard against her top and his palm. She flicked the stiff nub with deft fingers which danced between his digits. Another, throaty sigh, not contentment but rising excitement. She moved his palm on, onto her other breast. He felt it's nipple too, was hard. Detaching her hand again she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, then lightly rubbed the nipple in the same way. Placing his palm back on the other breast she said "you do this one, I'll do this one!" returning to her rubbing.

He felt her breast through the top, felt the nipple nub hard, lightly squeezed it. "uh, huh!" she responded. He ministered to it with light twists and circular rubbing. She liked it.

Still their right hands were exploring her thigh, moving irresistibly toward her crotch. There she stopped. He could feel the heat through the pj bottoms. How hot! He cupped his hand lightly around her pussy. He felt ecstatic when she pressed firmly down her hand still upon his. He could feel her slit below his fingers. She led his palm upwards very slowly, and she pushed his middle finger into the indentation of the slit below the fabric. He slipped it out, "no, you do it!" she panted as her voice cracked. So he placed it back in, the fabric disappearing inside her, he moved in little circles, and a new scent wafted up from her. He noticed her breathing was more rapid and shallow, her normally pale skin had a reddish sheen now, random; almost squeaky sounds became frequent.

With a jolt she sat forward, and he followed her, leaning against her back. She removed his hand from her pussy, replacing two fingers where his has been. Feverishly, she brought herself off. He brought his soaked fingers to her nose, but her eyes were closed as she wrought to orgasm. He raised his hand to his own nose and indulged in the pungent aroma it carried. He licked his hand, her copious juices dripped on to her face below him, as he savoured the taste. He licked his hand clean.

She was almost writhing against him, and then stopped, motionless, gasping. Her flushed face almost grimaced as she rode her orgasm. Then she relapsed against him, and he against the sofa. He stroked her now damp hair from her cheeks. She lay, almost dozing. Then, she shucked of the pj bottoms. He admired the view. Her ginger hair at her crotch was plastered with her juices. Her lithe limbs so white in comparison. She pushed herself up on to her knees, brushing his rock-hard erection with the back of her hand as she did so. If she was aware of it she showed no sign, but pivoting faced him, now on the balls of her feet. With knees wide apart he gazed at the gorgeous sight before him. With a deft motion she raised her pj top up and off, casting it aside. Her full breasts jiggled as they were uncovered. The nipples they had both been playing with were straining at attention, for more attention.

Now bare, she was totally un-self conscious, her green eyes seemed more lustrous than ever. How they shone, full beam upon him. Her mouth open. Smiling. Fully happy. "Back in a minute, need to go where only I can!" Off she went, his eyes glued to the vision of loveliness, then she glanced back and saw him watching. A wave of, was it embarrassment hit her and she tried to cover her rear with an open palm as she sped up to get out of view..

He rearranged himself, stood and stretched. Still fully clothed. He knew this wasn't about him. She was rediscovering herself, her femininity, her confidence in herself. He sat back on the floor against the sofa. She was coming back, no longer in the buff, rather wearing a white basque. Nice! He slid towards her on his knees, smiling. Her pussy was at his nose level. He nuzzled iit through the fabric, he licked the fabric. Already damp! She teased the gusset to the side, revealing her pussy once again. Tentatively he licked the glistening hair, then found her slit and licked round it's lips. He felt her fingers ruffle his hair. He felt her knees weaken, and in response moved her until she could recline on the sofa. Her juices were flowing now, her limbs rested over his shoulders as he lapped her copious fluids.

Those limbs jolted off his shoulders as his tongue swirled round her nub. She clamped his head, pulling him closer. He felt her juices escaping his mouth and trickling down his chin. She was panting heavily now, bucking against his tongue. He felt her whole body tense, then shaking her juices became a flood as she orgasmed, before juddering to a halt. He half rose, placing her legs fully on the sofa, and scooted beside her there. Smearing her cheeks with her juices from below, he sought and found her mouth. His tongue brushed along her teeth, and past them, melded with her own. Kissing deeply, she rolled on top of him, pinning him down... and promptly fell asleep on top of him!

His engorged erection, was so uncomfortable. He had tried to evoke some reciprocation from her given how she had been brought to orgasm several times by him. He tried her own ploy of guiding her hand onto his hard erection, but she had instantly removed her palm. He managed to extract his hand and shift it within his pants. Relief!. She was breathing quietly now, sleeping. His hand returned to her pussy, and using his thumb he found her body responding even as she emitted little noises, almost like a chipmunk. With his efforts she came again, he felt her juices, and her scent enveloped him. He, fully awake unlike her, just lay under her, loving the warm closeness of her.

With the rising sun, she awoke, got up off him, allowing him to get up and stretch. He had to get to work, so while she showered, he let himself out, went home, showered himself, had a quick breakfast and headed to work. Reflecting on the ration of passion which had finally come his way, he sighed. Enjoyable, memorable, he had had his first kiss; and some torrid ones followed. Yet, though he had felt her up, had her naked in his embrace, masturbated her numerously, she had received willingly, but shown no interest in reciprocating. Still, he'd enjoyed the experience, the sight, sounds and smell of her. Quite lovely!

He was totally unprepared when she later contacted him, saying he had taken advantage of her. Pointing out that she had seemed to enjoyed their time together, she fell silent. When he said he'd kept his trousers on, his zip up, she left avoiding eye contact. He didn't know it at the time, but on leaving she also left his orbit never to intersect it again. Not quite true! He heard she'd moved town, but that Christmas he received a lovely photograph of her dressed in evening dress. No note, no address, but on the back she had written "with fond thoughts", and that's what he retained of her too; fond thoughts.