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John P. Fault <jpfault@hotmail.com>
Copyright 2003, John P. Fault. Feel free to distribute, but please leave the entire story intact, as-is, and not to any pay sites. It's meant to be free for whomever wants to read it. This is a story containing somewhat graphic sexual activity. If you're under age, then you probably shouldn't read this. If you're a consenting adult then read away. Remember, be responsible for your actions and yourself because no one else will. I'm certainly not responsible for you, what you think, or what you do, and I wouldn't want to be even if I could. Ultimately, whatever comes around goes around, so play nice.
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Author's note: It's been a long time. Too long, really. A change of job, a change of scene, and a general change of life were in order. Lots of things needed perspective. This story is actually not the next one I started after Learning From Allison...it's actually one that sort of wrote itself via long periods commuting. It's all fiction for a change, so that's a different feel. It's also fairly short. I hope you enjoy. As always, if you have feedback, please send it. My email is up there at the top. I have a couple of older stories that you might enjoy if you like this one. They're at asstr.org -> http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Pagefault/
Thanks - jpf 4/18/2003
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I've always lived in the city. Well, lots of different cities, but always large place. I think the smallest city I've ever lived in was Indianapolis, and even that was pretty big. Though compared to the years in Chicago, it was a low population sprawl.
By the age of 33 I had managed to work my way to the top of a large technology company. You probably know who it is. Suffice it to say that they had offices all over the country, in every major city. That's what kept me in the metro areas once I started working. At 33, I was one of the youngest regional directors with the company. The flip side of that is that by age 33, I was teetering on the edge of either an ulcer, a nervous breakdown, or both. There was no relaxing in this job. At least not until you made it further up the food chain. I had to be be the best because my ambition drove me to want to be on top of the game. The money was good, but I always felt I had to prove myself to my old man. That's a different story entirely.
It came to pass, though, that by age 33 I also needed to be doing something different or I was going to crack up. The company offered me a different region out in the southwest. I loved it out there, but I also knew that those in the company viewed that as the corporate version of Siberia. I would have no respect from my superiors and probably no chance to get back in the game. Professional suicide, it seemed.
I shopped around quietly for something that would let me live a nice, somewhat quieter life while still giving me options for the future, should I decide to jump back in the game with both feet. I finally found something in Kentucky working for another technology company. The pay wasn't as good, but it also allowed me to telecommute several days a week and a smaller scope to keep track of. Just what the doctor ordered. Literally.
I gave my notice and left Chicago for Kentucky. The drive there wasn't long, maybe 6 or 7 hours, but it felt like a world away. I got settled into my new place outside of Lexington and settled into a new life. It felt good. I finally felt like I was getting my life in order and living for me. I finally bought land and my own house because I felt like I could put down roots for the first time since going to college.
The down side of that is that I also noticed just how lonely I was. I hadn't really noticed before because I was so busy. I had wandered from relationship to relationship. I'd been married briefly once. That was a complete mistake. It was an amicable split, but it still hurt. Since then, I'd been gunshy. Doubly so since the deepest attraction I'd ever felt for anyone was with a woman that was married. And the capper was that I was still married at the time, too. After my divorce, I kind of cut myself off from her because I didn't want to cause any more problems than I already had. We'd had sex before and after my divorce. It was some of the most amazing sex I'd ever had. That made the separation even harder.
I can't count the lonely hours in my new house I spent thinking of her. I missed her gentle touch and the fact that we could just be with each other. We connected on a very deep level.
It surprised me one day when she called me out of the blue.
It took me a second to realize who it was. It was a little awkward since we hadn't really talked in so long, but I was glad she called. I don't know that I would have worked up the nerve to call her.
We talked and emailed fairly often from that point. She was in the process of getting divorced. It didn't surprise me all that much. Her husband wasn't a very nice man. He certainly wasn't nice to her at all.
A few weeks after her divorce was final, she called and asked if she could come down to visit. She needed to clear her head and get some space and perspective from where she was right then. Since I had about 5000 square feet of house to myself in the middle of the woods, I welcomed the thought of company. I had multiple guest rooms, so there wouldn't be any expectations. I kind of hoped we might get physical, but all things considered, I sure wasn't going to press for it. Getting divorced can sure do a number on your desire to get involved with someone again, even if it's only physical.
She came down the next weekend. I was just stunned as I went out to meet her in the driveway. She'd always been attractive, but she looked amazing. Her chin length brown hair was shiny and fell partially across her face. Her skin, pale, was smooth and creamy. I was glad to be wearing my sunglasses because my gaze fell lower to her full breasts, lower to her sexy flat belly (complete with belly button ring) exposed by the crop top shirt, to her small waist, and full hips. She was (and is) a very captivating woman with a fantastic body.
The first day or so was fairly subdued. We talked a lot and stayed up late catching up and talking about the various wrong turns we'd taken in our lives. It was comfortable. Plus it was good to have someone to talk to that seemed to understand.
On the third day, we decided to take a picnic lunch and hike a short bit out to a clearing and creek that fed a small lake. It was still on my land, though the lake was community property.
It took awhile to get there. Mostly because we weren't in any sort of hurry, but also because we stopped to wonder at nature a bit along the way. It was a good time.
Once we got there, we unpacked the lunch stuff and set it down on one of the blankets. She set her backpack to the side and started getting things out of the pack I'd been carrying. I asked her what she had in her bag if I was carrying all of the food. She just grinned and said that she'd tell me later on.
We had a nice lunch in the shade of a large tree, talking a bit, and just enjoying the quiet trickling of the stream and the wind through the trees. We finished up and packed the rest back up. I sighed and laid down on the blanket. She curled up next to me with her head on my chest. It was a beautiful, peaceful moment.
I had dozed off a bit when I heard her rustling through her backback. I opened an eye, but while she had pulled her backpack closer, she'd pushed the opening back together so I couldn't really see inside.
Suddenly, she sat up and looked at me. Her movements made me open my eyes and look at her.
"I don't want to wait anymore. I want to suck your cock now !" With that she pulled my pants down and took me in her mouth. The slow teasing and warm wetness made me moan with pleasure. It had been so long. I watched as she held the base of my cock her her fist, bobbing slowly up and down and around. The quiet slurping noises of her efforts were very erotic.
After a few minutes of that pleasure, I eased her pants off as well and worked my way around so I was licking her pussy as she licked and sucked me. I ran my hands over her thighs and ass as I worked my tongue along her labia and into her moist hole. I'd work my way up to her clit and swirl my tongue around it before sucking on it.
As I licked her pussy, I heard and felt her reach into her backpack. She pressed something into one of the hands I had stroking her back and ass. It was a medium sized vibrator.
I started working that against her slit as I licked her clit. As I did this, the vibrator got wet with her juices. I slowly slid it into her as I sucked on her clit. She moaned on my cock, causing waves of pleasure to crash through me. As I brought her closer to orgasm, I felt my dick slip into her throat. It set me off. I couldn't really get a warning out in time. She must have been able to tell because she backed off a bit and slowly jacked the shaft as I came in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head along with the gentle suction that really got every last bit out of me, slowly bringing me down.
I hadn't neglected her completely, though. I brought her over the edge with my tongue. I kept her simmering a bit, passing the vibrator over her clit and back into her.
She rolled off of me after a bit and we got turned around and kissed for awhile as we caught our breaths...that post mind blowing orgasm kissing where you can taste yourself on the other's tongue, but it just makes it sexier knowing that you brought the other to a great orgasm.
After a short while, the contact was getting me hard again and my cock was sliding over her clit and between her lips and back...getting both of us hotter and getting her wetter and wetter.
She rolled on top of me and slide down onto my dick, settling all the way down, her clit hitting my pubic bone. She leaned back a bit and started moving, pulling my heands from her hips to her breasts. I started pinching her nipples lightly, getting a little harder as she cried out "yes! yes!".
I put my arms behind her back and pulled her all the way against me and then flipped her over onto her back and started just pounding into her over and over.
She brought her legs way up and I went deeper and deeper into her. After a bit of that, her muscles all clenched and shuddered and came.
She looked me in the eyes and pulled me down to for a kiss. Then she told me, with a smoldering look, that she wanted me in her ass. We'd kidded about it before, but never done that. Just thinking about having her in every way got me even hotter.
She took my cock into her mouth and then got some lube from the backpack and coated me with it. After liberally coating my cock with the lube, I took it and rubbed a lot on and in her with my finger as I licked her slit and button. I eased on top of her and then I slowly pushed in.
It was a big change from the "regular" sex that was rapid and hard...sort of fluid and slow and more intense because we were looking deep into each other's eyes. I felt her hand ease between us as she rubbed her clit.
Slowly, I eased back and lifted one leg high up and slid behind her and back deep into her from behind. Still using slow easy strokes, I grabbed the vibrator and moved her hand out of the way. I ran the vibrator over her clit as I worked into her ass from behind, feeling her buck a bit when I hit her clit just right.
She moaned as the inital discomfort turned to passion and desire. Slowly I pump, slowly I work the vibrator over her, getting her hotter and hotter. Then I eased the vibrator into her hot, wet pussy filling her completely.
I pulled the vibrator in and out, bringing the wetness back out over her clit. Slowly, I do this over and over still pumping into her the whole time. Finally, as I slid the toy into her, my thumb brushed her clit and she came hard over and over. As she came, her muscles contracted and I couldn't hold off anymore and came deep inside her. We just lay there for the longest time, completely exhausted and satiated. I hugged her closer to me and just stayed deep inside her.
We actually napped briefly like that before we had to move a bit. Several hours later, after another nap and a lot of quiet necking, we packed up and went back to the house. We showered and just basked in the warm glow of really good sex.
We spent the rest of her time there just being cozy and having sex when the mood hit. It felt right. It still does. Though we're both a little wary of getting married again, she got a new job about 30 minutes away and her own place. We see each other quite often, usually at least three or four days a week. We still have our own places so there's privacy or quiet time if we need it and we're both adult enough to understand the necessity of that.
It's a good life. I never would have thought that what I thought of as my professional failure would lead to such a personal victory. My job has turned out to be exactly what I wanted. My relationship with my brown eyed beauty has that comfort that people search for all of their lives coupled with the passion of newlyweds.
Like I said, it's a good life.

2003(c) - J.P.Fault