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I was sitting at the quiet end of the hotel bar, sipping a Sam Adams and nibbling on a dinner of nondescript appetizers, when she approached. I did my usual brief I'm-really-not-looking-at-you assessment of her. Medium height, slim body, shoulder length dark brown hair, an attractive round face, and a red dress that showed off her legs and her curves. She stopped near my stool.
"Excuse me, are you Larry?"
"No, sorry. I'm Jon."
"Oh." She scanned around the room. It was 5:30 and only half the barstools and a quarter of the tables were filled. "I'm sorry to bother you. You look a little like him. I think." I probably looked puzzled. "I mean, I've only seen pictures of him."
"Okay. No, sorry, I'm not him."
She glanced at the empty stool beside me, then expectantly at the door, then back to my face. "Do you mind if I sit here for a few minutes and wait? I hate to sit alone, especially in a bar."
"Sure, please do. Can I buy you a drink?"
She placed her purse on the bar, then sat on the stool and crossed her legs. Her dress seemed a lot shorter now. I tried not to stare. She had great legs.
The bartender appeared. "A chardonnay, please," she told him, and then she held out her hand to me. "Judith. Thank you. I hope I'm not intruding."
"No, not at all. I'm solo. Pleased to meet you, Judith. I'm Jon."
"Yes," she smiled. "Jon, not Larry." She glanced at her watch. "I'm a few minutes late. I thought he'd be here by now." I noticed her tanned left hand had a telltale white band where a ring had been. When my eyes came back to her face, I saw she was looking at my empty ring finger. No ring, no white band of skin, no wife.
"It sounds like a blind date."
"Sort of."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry."
"No, it's okay. I'm kind of nervous."
Judith's wine arrived, and she took a sip. I was pondering why an engaged or married woman might be having a blind date, when her cellphone rang. "Excuse me," she said to me with a tight smile, slipping off her stool, stepping a few feet away and turning her back to me, and extracted the phone from her purse.
Her conversation lasted barely a minute. She hung up, stood still for a moment, then returned to her stool. The cellphone went back into her purse, the purse back onto the bar, and she took a long sip of wine. "So much for Larry," she announced. She didn't look happy.
"I'm sorry."
"Asshole," she muttered to herself. Another long sip emptied the glass. The bartender reappeared. "Another, please," she told him, and then she remembered I had paid for the first one. "Let me buy you a drink now," she said. "I'm going to be needing more of these."
"You don't need to buy me a drink. Though thank you."
We sat in silence for a moment. I had to ask. "So, Larry. Not your fiancé, I assume. Or your husband." Judith's eyes scanned the bottles on the shelves behind the bar, and she blushed.
"No. My boyfriend -- ex-boyfriend -- ex-fiancé actually -- is an asshole, too." She looked down at her empty glass and twirled the stem. "He wanted to take a break. So did I, if truth be told. It's probably a permanent break." Her eyes returned to mine. "Larry was going to be a... well... my break. My ex... he left three weeks ago. On his break."
The bartender scooped up her empty glass and placed a fresh glass of chardonnay in front of her. Judith took another sip, then added, "And I got busy on the dating apps." She glanced down at her glass, then returned to my face. "So what about you? Married? Girlfriend?"
"Divorced. No steady girlfriend. I occasionally date, but nothing serious. I travel too much these days. That doesn't work for building a new relationship."
Our conversation drifted to other topics. When Judith finished her second glass of wine, I asked if she'd like a refill. "Not yet. First I need to visit the restroom." She glanced around the bar. "This probably sounds much too forward, but... I'm not a fan of bar bathrooms. Do you have a room here?" I nodded. I was surprised at the boldness of her question, and I tried to look behind her innocent smile to read her mind. "I was assuming Larry would have a room. May I use yours? Do you mind?"
We walked to the elevator. It soon arrived, and we were alone on our way up to the eighth floor. Judith answered my silent mind-reading by turning to face me, pressing her body against me, and lifting her heels to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. I was getting hard by the time we passed the sixth floor.
I unlocked my room and opened the door for her, and we both stepped inside. Judith gave a cursory glance around, then excused herself and walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I walked over to the foot of the bed, making sure I hadn't left an embarrassing clutter.
When Judith emerged from the bathroom, she put her purse on the dresser, then took a few more steps to face me. "I want to be honest with you. I came to the hotel to meet a new man. For sex. You seem nicer than him. You seem safe. Am I wrong?"
"No," I replied, "You're not wrong. I'm nice. And safe."
"I'm not crazy, really." She wrinkled her nose and continued, "Though hearing myself, it sounds like I am. I'm just ... horny. And I find you very attractive."
"I find you very attractive, too."
"So..." Judith lifted her right hand, dangling a skimpy red thong in her fingers. "Can I entice you?" She kissed me again, standing shorter now after having removed her shoes, then stepped back a few inches and held the thong up to my nose. It was fragrant with her arousal. "See what Larry is missing? And my ex? Both assholes."
She spun 180 degrees and peeked back at me. "Do you want to unzip me?" I certainly did. Things were moving much quicker than I had ever imagined they could go. Her slinky red dress dropped to the floor, and Judith now wore only a lacy red bra. She wriggled her shoulders. "One more thing for you to do," she said, and I unclipped it. Judith slipped the straps from her shoulders, and the bra dropped to the floor on top of her dress.
Then she turned around, cupping her hands below her breasts. "What do you think?" she asked, teasingly. She sported appealing, full and nicely firm breasts topped by silver dollar sized areola and very stiff nipples. It all went together well with her shapely body that had just a hint of a feminine rounded belly.
"You're gorgeous," I said. My eyes roamed from her face to her pussy. She had a prominent mound that showed signs of her arousal, swelling open just enough to show the pink petals of her inner labia. I glanced quickly at her legs -- nicely toned - and back up to her face. "Are you sure you want to do this? You're not drunk, are you?"
Judith chuckled. "No, I'm not drunk. Just relaxed from the two glasses of wine. And I was really looking forward to being with a man tonight. You seem perfect to fill that position. Are you okay with that?"
"I'm very much okay." That was easy for me to verbalize, even if my brain was telling me to be just a little bit cautious.
Judith glanced up and down my body. "Let me ask... Can I trust that you are healthy? Nothing I need to be concerned about?"
"I'm healthy and safe."
"So am I," she replied. "Do you have a condom? Or two? Or three?"
I chuckled. "Sadly, no."
Judith's face showed that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "That's too bad," she said. Her smile returned. "We can play, though. Right? Even if you can't be inside me?"
"Sure." I was happy to take anything she would offer. "Just know, I'm clean as a whistle."
"Oh I don't doubt it," she replied. "It's just, I use a diaphragm at home with that asshole ex. I didn't bring it because Larry said he was bringing condoms, and the diaphragm gel tastes pretty nasty." She studied my face. "I was looking forward to a man's mouth on me."
"Oh definitely, I'm a big fan of having my mouth there," I replied, then added, "I haven't had to worry about pregnancy for quite a long time," Judith gave me a puzzled look. "That's the benefit of having a vasectomy. During my marriage, years ago, after two kids."
"Oh," she responded. She was silent for a moment, then announced, "Then I hope I can trust you about that, too?"
I gave her a reassuring smile. "Yes, you can. It's your choice, though. Whatever you decide."
She reached a hand to stroke the front of my shirt. "Jon, I think you're overdressed right now." That wasn't an answer, I thought.
I remedied that in short order. When I slipped off my underwear, Judith looked down at my penis, which was at full mast. I stepped toward her, and she met me halfway, and we embraced and kissed, our mouths open, our tongues getting acquainted. Judith reached a hand between us and gently grasped my shaft, which gave a little flex of acknowledgment.
Judith broke away from our kiss and whispered, "I think we'll get along just fine."
"How about we get into bed," I told her. I pulled down the bedspread and exposed the crisp white sheets. She slid onto the sheets first, then scooted toward the middle and patted the open space next to her. I joined her, and we resumed our embrace and our kisses and nuzzles. I could feel her stiff nipples against my chest, and I'm sure she felt my rigid erection against her belly.
My free left hand caressed her face, then dropped lower to cup her right breast and graze across its hardened nipple. Judith rolled onto her back, which allowed my hand to meet her left breast. As my hand wandered lower, Judith's legs spread open, and my fingers made the lightest of touches of her mound and her cleft with the pink edges of her inner labia peeking out. Her stiff clitoral shaft jutted proudly higher and seemed eager for my touch.
With slowing increasing pressure, my fingers stroked her. "Oh that's it," she murmured. My fingers worked their way deeper and deeper between her labia until her nether lips were fully swollen and slick with her lubrication, exposing her clitoris even more. Meanwhile, her hand was gripping my erection, and her thumb was gently swirling pre-come around my glans.
Suddenly, Judith rolled on top of me, straddled my hips, and stroked her inflamed vulva up and down my shaft, capturing the length of my cock between her ever so creamy labia. I could feel the hard twig of her clitoris. And from her breathing and her whimpering moans advertised that she could feel it, too.
"I guess you decided you didn't want my mouth on you?" I asked.
Judith focused her eyes down on me. "I'm kind of a big hurry to feel you inside me. Maybe later?" Her eyelids drifted shut, and her face took on an expression of concentration. "Keep still," she demanded, "Don't move." I complied.
Judith's undulating rocking had an obvious effect on me. She rubbed herself along the length of my cock, gradually pressing down more and more firmly. Suddenly, abruptly, one of her upstrokes went just a bit too far up, and on the next downward rub she positioned her entrance against my cockhead impaled herself on a few inches of my erection. It was like she'd been jolted by 500 volts of electricity. She gasped at the intrusion, froze for a fraction of a second, then pressed down a half inch at a time to get my cock buried as deeply as she could manage.
"Well that's very nice," she murmured, her breaths quicker and mixed with little gasps and moans. Her undulations had her vagina making exquisitely delicate and deliberate strokes of my shaft. She had a wide PC muscle at the entrance to her vagina that gave my cock a maddeningly sensual awareness of sliding in and out of her slick, velvety embrace.
I didn't move. She squeezed her PC muscles, then lifted her hips, popping me out of her vagina. Then with the barest of pressure she lightly rubbed my cockhead with her pussylips, pausing, then repeated lowering hips until once again I slipped inside her. My hands went to her hips, trying not to distract her. Her eyes remained closed. She seemed deeply focused. And probably trying to make a decision.
"Don't come," she whispered. Her eyes opened to study my face. I whispered my assurance, at least as much as I could guarantee anything at this point. This time she lowered herself farther, taking me deeper and deeper, until her pubic bone rested on mine. She sighed, closed her eyes again, her hips motionless. Every few seconds her little muscles squeezed around my root. "You better not come yet."
So there I was, my hips pinned down by much of Judith's weight, her silky embrace wrapping around my entire shaft, her kegel clenches giving me repeated reminders of where my cock was, her breasts dangling toward my chest. And I was supposed to hold off my orgasm indefinitely?
Even if I thought I had a chance of doing that, whatever resolve I was mustering began to fly out the window when Judith's hips began to undulate. She pressed her pubis hard against me, scrubbing her clit against my pubic bone, and alternated that with lifting her hips and stroking her vagina with my rigid erection. Her heavy breathing turned irregular, then to whimpers and moans with frequent murmured vocalizations of "You're so hard" and "I feel all of you" and "You stretch me open". My cock was impaled inside her vagina, curving upward, feeling her get more and more juicy, hearing her arousal and having that jump my own arousal through the roof.
What took me over the edge was when I felt her g-spot roughen up, felt her angle her hips to rub her g-spot against my shaft, and sensed that she was mere seconds away from her climax. "Judith," I tried to warn her, but by then her body was all sensations and her fuse was lit, and my cock was captured inside her. Her hips rocked faster and faster, her boobs jiggled and wobbled. My hands moved to cup her breasts. She laid her hands over mine, her hips scrubbing a determined flurry, and she exhaled a loud cry. That's when I exploded and exhaled my own gasping moan.
Judith's eyes focused on my face. When my spurts started, she increased the speed of her hips one final notch, crying out her own pleasure, and then her eyes closed and she climaxed, too. Her hips froze. She held her breath. Her body shuddered, and her vagina quivered inside against the deepest half of my shaft. She managed to get her hips moving again, now much more slowly. The tip of my cock could feel the rubbery tip of her quivering cervix, and now her vagina's clenches were longer and stronger.
When our breathing slowed down, she finally spoke. "I told you not to come," she chided me. Her undulations became slow and sensual. Inside she felt very, very juicy. I tried to protest, and she laughed. "I know, it's not entirely your fault." She wrinkled her nose. "I hope you're right about that vasectomy."
"I am," I assured her. "I hope this is better than what you expected from Larry."
Judith laughed softly. "Much better." Her eyes closed as she continued to swirl her vagina around my gradually softening erection. "All I had with him was a few photos and a hurried Skype sex session." She wrinkled her nose. "And you..." She gave my cock another little nibble. "You seem bigger and better than what I saw of him." Her eyes opened again. "And I have to say, this is much better without a condom." She chuckled.
"I'm happy it was good for you," I told her. "It was great for me."
Judith inner muscles gave me another squeeze, and that one popped my shriveling cock out of her vagina. "Oops," she sighed. She rolled onto her back next to me, stretched her legs open, and began to play with herself with her eyes half closed. "You come a lot," she murmured. I looked down at her fingers. My semen was leaking profusely from her vagina, doubtless ejected by its snugness, and was smeared across her fingers. "Does it turn you on to see your come?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied softly. "Does it turn you on, too?"
"It does," she replied. "Do you think you have saved more of that for me?"
"I do. Give me a few minutes and I can show you."
Judith's expression brightened up. "Goody!" She rolled onto her side to face me, and I rolled to face her, and I gave her a long kiss. I stroked her back, from neck to ass. When our kiss broke, her eyes found mine, and she said, "Excuse me a couple of minutes to go freshen up." She squirmed to the far side of the bed and got to her feet, held a hand in front of her pussy and walked to the bathroom, looking back at me and giving me a smile.
A minute or two later I heard the toilet flush and water running in the sink, and Judith appeared with a damp washcloth. She kneeled on the bed next to me and swabbed my crotch with the cloth and its warm water. "There," she said, "You're all tidy."
"Thank you."
She dropped the washcloth on the floor and lowered herself into bed next to me. "I have to say, you left a lot of come inside me."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No," she replied. "I think it's ... sexy. Primal. A compliment to how much my body excites you."
"It's all that. Your body is extremely exciting to me."
"That's good." She smiled, and I kissed her again.
"I've got a question," I started. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "I've asked a few women. Never gotten a real answer."
"Uh huh. You asked them when you were fucking?"
"Oh hush. My question is, it seems to me that a typical prepubescent girl has kind of a prissy, negative attitude about anything that is wet and sticky. Kind of a 'yuck' response. Right?"
"Not every girl. But go on."
"So how does that prissy attitude change when puberty and sexual interest really fires up, with respect to a man's semen? When birth control and safety from STDs isn't an issue, it's my experience that sexually active women at least tolerate semen in their vagina, and many have a definite craving for it."
Judith thought for a moment, then replied, "I don't think it's all that surprising. I'm here because my parents fucked, and my father shot his come inside my mother. Right?"
I laughed. "That's a good assumption."
"And same for you. And for our grandparents. It's all instinct, right?"
"I suppose so."
She continued, "You have to agree that hetero men -- or most of them -- have an instinctual urge to come inside a woman. Right?"
"Definitely. It's one of my very favorite things."
"I'll bet. So why is it surprising that women instinctively crave that, too? If our mothers didn't, then we wouldn't last long as a species."
"I guess that makes sense."
"And woman have periods, so we get accustomed -- in your words -- to the 'yucky' stuff, whether that stuff is going in or coming out."
"All true."
Judith's hand reached down to my penis, which was slowly coming alive again. "And I know that I really enjoy the feeling of a penis inside me. Of yours inside me. And it gets me even more excited when you come inside me." She caressed my shaft. I was definitely getting hard again. "And feeling your cock throbbing when you come. I know what it's doing then, and what it's leaving behind."
"Getting you goopy."
Judith laughed. "Yes, getting me goopy. Knowing that I am allowing... no, welcoming... that intimate part of you inside the most intimate part of me. And possessing that little part of you that you've left inside me."
I was fully erect now. I said, "So let me investigate that intimate part of you." I nudged Judith onto her back and moved down to get my shoulders between her legs and my face poised above her vulva. Her labia were still mostly aroused and gleaming. When my tongue swiped upward in her cleft, Judith exhaled a loud growl of pleasure and grabbed the back of my head with her hands.
Above my head I heard her say, "You like doing that after you've come inside me?"
Her juices carried the faint taste of my semen still oozing out of her vagina, but I didn't care. It just reminded me of my earlier ejaculations and how Judith enjoyed them. "I figure you've probably had semen in your mouth. Why should I be squeamish about the taste of mine?" Judith grunted and pulled my head closer.
My tongue swirled delicate circles on her clit, mixed with upward swipes deep in her cleft, and her arousal was clearing rising quickly. She was almost constantly moaning and whimpering, undulating her pussy against my mouth. I tried to synchronize the rhythm of what my tongue was doing with the changing rhythm of her rocking hips.
"Use your fingers," she grunted, and I complied with two fingers curled up inside her, stroking her g-spot. "That's it," she groaned. Her hips stopped moving. "Just like that. Don't stop." I hummed my acknowledgement. The volume of her noises and the increasing roughness of her g-spot told me she was getting close, and then a distinct swelling of her clitoral shaft announced she was there.
Judith's hands mashed my mouth against her vulva and exhaled another loud, long growl. My flattened tongue wobbled side to side on her clitoris. Her body vibrated, her inner muscles rhythmically clenched around my fingers, and she inhaled a deep breath and exhaled that with one more loud, noisy groan.
Judith's climax continued like that for what seemed like another ten seconds, ending with a full body shudder. Her hands pushed my head away. "Too sensitive," she breathed. Her juices smeared across my face. I withdrew my fingers when her squeezes slowed and finally ended. "Oh my god," she murmured, rocking her hips from side to side.
I looked up to see her face blushing crimson. She tugged on my shoulders. "Get on top of me," she managed to say, still struggling for oxygen. I slid up her body, and her legs opened wider, her heels pulling on my legs just below my ass. My cock found her inflamed vulva, and her eyes opened wide. "Inside me," she commanded, "Please."
Which of course I did. I slid into her in one slow motion and embedded my cock as far as I could manage. She was wetter than she had been the first time I was inside her. "I want to thank," she said, "whoever taught you to do that."
I chuckled. "It was a group effort." Judith gave a quick laugh.
Her arms wrapped around my back, her legs wrapped around my legs, and she sighed. "Is this position okay with you?" she asked.
"Of course."
"What position do you like best?" Her kegels nibbled around the root of my erection.
I replied, "I like whatever my lover wants at the time. What position do you like best?"
Judith smiled at me. "Well," she replied, then wrinkled her nose and said, "Just fuck me slowly, okay?" I smiled and began lazy, full length strokes into her heavenly sheath. She continued, "It depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to be on top, like earlier, and be in control. That always gets me to a strong climax."
I kept stroking. "Uh huh. I noticed."
"And other times I like to be on the bottom, like this." Her hips were doing gentle rocks to match my pace. "I like feeling a man in charge. Fucking me. Taking me."
"I enjoy that, too. I enjoy watching your face when we're doing this."
"Oh yes, I agree," she answered. "Other positions where the man is in control and I can't see his face... like doggie." Her nose wrinkled again. "Makes me feel like I'm just a cum dump for him. You know?"
"I agree," I replied.
"I want to see my lover's face and see his excitement. His pleasure. Especially..." She paused for a moment. "Especially when he comes." Her fingernail gently scribbled on my back. I leaned forward and gave her a long, tonguey kiss.
"I can last longer this time," I told her.
She whispered, "Though right now... if you fuck me a little bit harder... a little bit faster... you're going to make me come again."
I accepted the challenge. I gradually increased my tempo and added an extra push at the end. Judith nodded. "That's it," she whispered. Her fingernails dug into my skin slightly harder, too, and I took that as a hint about the faster tempo she wanted. When I added some side to side stretches on each instroke, her breathing quickened. I could see perspiration on her forehead, and her facial blush was returning. "Oh I like that," she murmured.
And after a few minutes of that rhythm, I added a distinctive circular swirl of the root of my cock every time I buried myself balls deep, and that was met with another increase of her breaths, now more shallow and quick. Her noises increased in volume, too, and now she was almost continually exhaling throaty grunts. "Do you like fucking me?" she asked.
That question seemed perfunctory to me. "I love fucking you. Can't you tell?"
"Just checking." I sensed she was close. "Push," she grunted, "Harder," and I did, and her eyes opened wide, glistening, and suddenly her eyelids snapped shut. "Gonna come," she grunted and inhaled a big breath and held it. I took that as a signal to accelerate my muscular thrusts another notch, and that pushed her over the edge of the cliff, and she exhaled that same big breath in one loud, guttural groan.
Her face scrunched up, and now I was thumping into her, thrusting hard and using my stiffness to stretch her vagina in random ways. "Oh God," she whimpered, and her knees raised and spread apart another inch or two. Then her mouth opened wide, her body stiffened, and I jammed my cock in and kept it there, doing my stretching circles. She exhaled a loud cry, and her PC clenches reappeared, gripping around the root of my cock as I kept swirling. She burst out another loud cry, then a series of softer whimpers.
And then she was done. Her eyes opened and refocused on mine. She panted for oxygen. I remained where I was, buried wonderfully to the hilt, enjoying her pleasure and happy I could be the major cause of it. We were both silent. Judith's body relaxed beneath me. "Did you come?" she asked.
"No," I replied. "I was focused on you."
"Did I make my funny face again?"
"You did. I loved it."
"Can you come again?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Soon? My pussy is on fire. I can feel everything. I want to feel you come."
I smiled. "Your wish," I told her, "Is my command." I resumed my full length strokes, and Judith undulated beneath me, doing her voluntary squeezes. I felt no need to restrain my climax now, and I allowed my body to control my tempo and motions to get me there as fast as I could manage.
"Come for me," she whispered, her eyes staring at mine. "Let it go." She was nodding at me, encouraging me. "Come in my cunt. Fill me up."
I could feel my orgasm building. I was all primal now, all instinct, driving my manhood into her receptive body that was urging me to empty my balls into her for the second time, and how that was happening was now more completely under my control. "Come for me," she repeated, nodding her head, and when I couldn't hold back any longer, I muscled my cock inside her and just exploded in that initial intense spasm of pleasure.
I cried out, and Judith's arms and legs tightened their hold on my body, now paralyzed, and my pulses of liquid heat began. "Yes!" she grunted, squeezing her inner muscles around my invading flesh, and I gave her spurt after spurt. "I can feel you," she whispered. "Give me all of it."
I gave her all I could. When my pulses weakened, my erection remained hard for a few minutes, relishing in the pleasure of her vagina and her body that held me, inside and outside, and welcomed my pleasure. "Oh wow," I finally managed to utter, "That was incredible."
"Good," she replied. "I could feel everything. And I loved watching your funny face." She laughed.
"Turnabout is fair play," I responded and laughed with her.
My cock finally softened, and I reluctantly withdrew. We cuddled and kissed, caressed and nibbled. "That was wonderful," Judith told me.
"More than wonderful," I replied.
She glanced at the clock next to the bed. "Shit," she said. "Is that the right time?"
I looked. "Yes."
"I wish I didn't have to do this, but... I have a dog at home that needs to go outside and pee."
"That's okay. I understand."
"I wish I could spend the night." She paused, then added, "If you wanted me to, of course."
"I wish you could, too."
"Will you be here in the morning?"
"I've got an early work meeting at 8 and a flight home at 11. So no. I just wasn't expecting anything like this."
"I wasn't either," she said. She gave me a quick kiss. "Do you think you'll be back in town sometime?"
"Oh for sure. I'm here every month or two."
"How about we exchange phone numbers. The next time you're going to be in town, if you want, you can call me. Maybe we can do this again? Maybe I can get someone to watch my dog."
"I'd like that. A lot." I gave her a long kiss. "I'll call you before I make plane reservations. If you're available, we can spend some more time together."
Six weeks later I texted her to tell her I was planning a business trip the following week. A few minutes later she responded, telling me she was going on a cruise with friends and the timing wouldn't work. A month after that I tried again with a phone call, and this time she responded with an apology. "I'm sorry. I've met someone," she said. "As much as I'd like to, I really can't." I told her I understood, and we said our goodbyes. And that was the last time we ever spoke.
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