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By Macgee (Address Withheld By Request)

We met at our usual place, the White Horse, a neighborhood watering hole where it was unlikely that anyone either of us knew would walk in and see us together. It had several secluded tables and dim lighting, which suited the nature of our infrequent meetings. After catching up on each other's lives for a while, the conversation grew awkward. As usual, after simply being near each other for more than a few minutes, the sexual energy was almost unbearable. I thought our waitress had picked up on it right away.
Laine and I had been having an on and off affair for about fifteen years. We met in the early '70s, Laine in a stationery store and me in a bicycle shop in a strip mall. She kept walking through my shop stopping to ask me this or that, until I asked her out. That's when I found out that this lean, lanky filly who'd been teasing me for months was married.
When I apologized, she said, "Why?"
I wasn't sure, it just seemed to be the right thing to do, and I didn't want her husband to come after me for hitting on his wife. I was single, and had been getting lucky with satisfying frequency with the available single girls. I also remembered the advice my middleaged, and divorced, family doctor had given me, "never get involved with anyone who has less to lose than you do." I figured that her husband would be mad at her, and would kill me. Not a good trade.
A couple of weeks later, Laine called and asked me over for lunch, at her house. When I arrived, I was embarrassed to find several other girls already there, having lunch with her as well.
After a quick sandwich, Laine asked me to go with her to her laundry room to help her with something. It sounded legitimate enough, but after we had fucked ourselves silly on the floor, with her sister and two other friends not twenty feet away, I can't remember what the excuse was.
That was seventeen years ago and we've continued to meet, sometimes for a drink, sometimes to screw ourselves silly, a couple of times each year ever since. It had been several years since I'd seen Laine this time because I had moved away and had recently moved back into town. She looked as good as ever and the smoldering attraction between us soon grew into a blaze again.
Tonight, as we sat across from each other, the small talk had given way to her telling me how much she missed me and how glad she was that I had moved back to our hometown. We were both married now, and our meetings had become less frequent, but the sexual attraction was still there, strong as ever. As we drank more and teased each other, our inhibitions were fading rapidly.
Laine's hand which had been gently holding mine under the table, moved to the inside of my leg and up my thigh, scratching lightly at the seam in my jeans as it crept closer to my crotch. As she got closer to my cock, her obvious destination, a familiar tingling started along the ridge of flesh between my ass and balls. This could be dangerous. You see, we were so sexually compatible it was scary. Really, Laine's passion for me really scared me sometimes. When she would joke about us running off to somewhere and fucking ourselves to death, she had a way of seeming completely serious. I was a bit nuts, but I wasn't going to throw away a solid marriage to a woman that I truly loved.
"I've really missed making love with you, David," she said, finally caressing the head of my dick through my jeans.
"I've missed you too, darlin'"
Not wanting to leave her out of the tease, my left hand had slipped under the hem of the skirt she had thoughtfully worn. Lucky me. The skin on the inside of her thigh was soft and warm, and getting warmer the farther up her leg I went. Working my fingertips in small circles, I explored the lovely, fine-haired flesh between her knee and upper thigh, hoping to drive her as mad as she was making me. I wanted to fuck her, but was determined to tease my long time lover into asking me first.
Not that Laine was in any way submissive, she was a demanding and forceful lover, making no secret of what she wanted and when she wanted it. I was a bit intimidated by the ferocious intensity with which she screwed. I've always preferred being in charge and over the years thoroughly enjoyed teasing Laine until she demanded that I fuck her. God, I love women, their softness, their smell, taste, just everything. And, being a greedy bastard, I take my sweet time getting around to the cock in pussy part. But, I digress. Laine and I were sitting there, facing each other at the edge of a round table, fondling each other using the tablecloth as cover.
Things were beginning to get intense when a voice said, "How are you guys doing here? Can I get you anything?"
Laine and I looked around to see our middle-aged, but attractive blonde waitress standing at the table, asking us if we needed anything. Startled, we casually moved our hands from between each other's legs and tried to look normal. The waitress had a slight smirk on her face. Apparently Laine and I weren't doing a very good job of hiding what was going on.
"Thanks," I said, "we'd like another round please."
"Okay," the waitress said, "I'll be right back."
Laine and I looked at each other and smiled at the same time, the heat smoldering for the time being. Laine excused herself to go to the bathroom, the beers we'd finished was beginning to make its presence known. Suddenly I had a devilish idea.
"Laine, when you go the head, remove your panties," I said.
"What?" Laine asked, looking at me as though she hadn't heard me correctly.
"Take of your panties while you're in the head," I repeated.
She smiled at me, got up and left the table. After she was gone, I composed myself, tucking my thickening cock into a more comfortable position and went to the men's bathroom as well, wondering whether she would do as I had asked, and hoping.
When I returned to our table, Laine was already there, taking a drink from a fresh, cold beer. As I sat, a few drops of beer dribbled from her lips as she nearly choked trying to drink and smile at the same time. I also noticed that our chairs had been rearranged, moved to the side of the table farthest away from the rest of the bar and closer together. The better to hide our under-table activities I figured. Duh!
Scooting my chair under the table, I pressed my knee between Laine's knees, forcing hers apart and pushing her skirt up in the process. Both of us moved into our pre-bathroom positions at the same time, her left hand went to the inside of my right leg, and my left back to the inside of hers. I was curious to know whether she had removed her panties, but resisted the temptation to run my fingers up to her pussy to find out, figuring that I would know soon enough.
So, I resumed caressing the warm, soft skin on the inside of Laine's muscular thighs, rubbing the flesh of her right thigh with the back of my hand, then tracing back and forth on her left thigh with my fingertips. Laine trembled slightly and clutched my leg, just below my groin, and tried to speak.
"I want you," she said in a low, hoarse voice.
"You do?" I asked, teasing her.
"Yes."
"Right here?" I asked, teasing again, but this time sliding my hand along her thigh until I reached the tender inner flesh at the juncture of leg and pussy, one of my favorite places on a woman's body.
I paused there, softly tracing the incredibly soft skin of this intimate place. Then I flexed my second finger slightly, just enough to graze her panties, if she still had them on. The back of my knuckle felt fine hair, then the warm, no, hot outer edge of Laine's large labia. Barely touching her pussy hair as they moved, my fingertips drifted to the crease on the other side. Now, with the backs of my fingers barely caressing the creamy flesh on the inside of her right thigh, my fingertips softly enjoyed feeling the damp skin in this other tender crevice.
Laine gasped softly and grabbed my cock through my pants. Looking into Laine's eyes, I gently followed the crease, which was now quite warm and getting damp from sweat, from front to rear, as far as I could reach before being stopped by the chair cushion. I wanted desperately to slide my long finger between her pussy lips and deep into her in one motion, but resisted.
"Jesus, David, what are you doing to me?" Laine asked, squirming slightly in her seat.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. Yes. No," Laine breathed, "Fuck, I don't know what I want. Actually I do, but you're driving me crazy, and I can't think."
"Do you like what I'm doing," I asked.
"You know I do," she said.
Withdrawing my hand, I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth, allowing her intoxicating scent reach my nostrils before placing just the tip of my finger between my lips to savor the salty taste of her "sex sweat."
"I would like to fuck you right here, right now, on this table," I told her, moving my hand back to her pussy. "But, it might be distracting for the other folks in the bar."
Laine's left hand had never let go of my cock, and I thought she might tear my jeans as she rubbed, then grabbed it roughly. Pressing her knees a bit farther apart, I slid my middle finger into the groove between her pussy lips, barely touching her, as the fingers to either side nestled in the delightful crevices on either side of her warm pussy lips.
Unable to resist any longer, I eased my hand toward Laine's steamy cunt, trapping her labia between my three fingers, and slid one finger to the mouth of her pussy. It was wet. Evidence of her arousal practically dripping as I carefully circled my middle finger on the tender flesh of her urethra.
"Oh. Please. David, please," Laine said as I caressed her.
She was moving her hips, not away from me, but in little circles because she pleasure was too much.
"Hunch your hips up a bit, so I can get inside you," I told her, and she did.
I was going to finger fuck Laine's right here in this public place. I wanted to feel her pussy, to revel in the wet warmth of her lovely vagina, to arouse her to the edge of control and, hopefully, make her come.
Slowly, deliberately, I curled the two outside fingers in her leg creases, to pull my middle finger through her labia from front to back, to find Laine's liquid love juice and to feel it spreading on my fingers. Several times I made the trip between her lips, curling my finger between her inner labia, relishing the slick evidence of her arousal. She was getting quite wet, lubricating profusely as we locked eyes, enjoying our intimate foreplay in a bar full of strangers.
Then, while uncurling my finger from the entrance to Laine's vagina, a bit of air was sucked in making a noticeable slurping, sucking sound as I stroked back and forth in her luscious pussy.
Fearing that someone might have heard the distinctive sound, and determined to reach my goal, I reached over with my right hand, grabbed Laine just above her left knee for leverage and drove my middle finger deep in her pussy. It was glorious, hot and sex slick in her cunt. I was in the perfect position to re-curl my finger and press on the spongy soft mass of her G-spot. So I did. And with the tip of my finger on her G-spot and the pad nearest my palm pressed onto her clitoris, Laine tumbled over the edge into orgasm.
"Ungh," she grunted, and then, "oh, God!" rather loudly, as she climaxed on my finger.
The shock of the unexpected orgasm caused Laine to jerk back, which snatched her snatch off my hand, dragging my very wet finger across her clit as she moved her hips back in the chair.
She had my cock in one had and her other hand had a vise grip on my wrist as I held her leg with my right hand. I withdrew my left hand from between her legs quickly and looked around to see whether anyone had noticed. As I scanned the bar, everyone seemed engaged in their own world, apparently unaware that my lover had come in a bar full of happy drinkers.
Then, my eyes fell on our waitress, who was standing in the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms. Our eyes locked. She had seen it all, and her mouth was hanging slightly open as she stared at Laine and me. As she stepped from the hall, turned and walked back to the bar, a sly smile crossed her face, and I noticed a slight flush at her throat.
Laine had regained some of her composure but was still taking deep breaths to help calm herself. Apparently her orgasm had taken her by surprise. She reached out with a slightly shaky hand, raised her bottle to her lips and took a long drink from the ice-cold beer, her eyes never leaving mine. I deliberately brought the finger that had so recently been stirring her wet womanhood and sucked her delicious essence from it. I just love the way pussy tastes and smells and relished her womanly odor.
"Was that good?" I asked, smugly.
Looking at me with lust-glazed eyes, Laine answered, "Yes. Was it good for your?"
"Yes, you taste delicious," I responded, "but not as good as it's going to be soon. We have to go somewhere and make love. Now!"
"Where?" Laine asked.
"Anywhere," I said, my voice husky with wanting her, wanting to be deep inside her and at that moment the table was looking dangerously reasonable.
Laine simply smiled and smoothed her skirt as she stood, gathered her cigarettes and purse and started for the door. I quickly threw down more than enough money for our tab and a handsome tip for our voyeur, and followed her out. As we passed the bar, our waitress looked up, caught my eye and winked.
When we reached our cars, Laine turned quickly, took my head in her hands and kissed me fiercely, crushing our lips together, washing the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I reached around with my right hand, cupping and pulling her tight little butt to me. I pressed her mound into my hip and returned her kiss, pouring my passion and need into her mouth. We leaned against her car for support and stood feeding on each other for several minutes.
"I love you," she said as she broke our kiss, holding my head in her hands to speak into my mouth, her lips barely grazing mine as she spoke.
I should have been frightened by the resolve in her voice, but I my control was fading and my other head was rapidly taking over my thought processes. Not good. Pleasurable maybe, but not good. We were in for another of our wild rides.
Our bodies were still glued together, her mound rhythmically nudging my hip as she reached down with her right hand to massage my semi-hard cock through my jeans. Free of the crowd in the barroom, my lust was surging again. I caressed her right breast through the soft material of her shirt. Then, oblivious to the traffic passing thirty feet from us, but fortunately blocked by her car, I reached to undo the buttons hiding her lovely, small breasts from my view and caresses.
"And I love you. This is why we shouldn't do this, we'd fuck ourselves to death," I returned, now moving my left hand into her shirt to caress the smooth, soft flesh of her right breast, rolling the nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger. A quiver rippled through Laine's body and mine as the pleasure of our touches washed over us in waves.
"No one has ever made me feel the way you do, you know that don't you?" she said, seriously. "I would fuck you right here in the parking lot if you wanted to."
She shivered as I cupped her tiny breast again, delighting in her response and once again rolled her turgid nipple, pulling it gently away from her chest and a soft moan passed from her lips. I moved my right hand farther into the crack of her ass, bunching up her skirt so I could reach under it to caress her from behind.
Laine has a pronounced gap at the junction of her lean legs and a wonderfully tight ass, features I find irresistibly attractive, and my hand slid easily into the creamy flesh between the cheeks of her ass. My index finger pressed the firm velvety skin of her butt open and my middle finger nestled in the warm, damp groove there. I softly massaged the pursed skin of Laine's rosebud and she responded to my intimate caress of her anus by clenching slightly, trapping my happy finger in the cloying confines of her butthole.
"With a bit of encouragement, I might just take you up on that offer," I breathed into her neck, just behind her ear.
Laine's hands, meanwhile, had not been idle. She had released my belt, opened the snap on my jeans and had reached her hand into my shorts to gently pull on my growing shaft. With her left hand behind my neck holding us together, she deftly levered my underwear over my cock, drew it out in the cool night air and pumped it in time to my finger's pulsing stimulation of her anus.
"All you have to do is ask," she said hotly.
Our breathing, which had been somewhat under control, was now long and deep, punctuated by periods of shallow gasps when one of us reached a mini-peak and couldn't hold back. Our exhibition had been going on for a while now, thirty minutes or thirty seconds. Time sort of loses meaning for me when my dick is being held in the soft hands of a responsive, enthusiastic lover. I wanted her, right now.
We had met and parked in the back of the parking lot, a concession to propriety made at a time when both of us were still thinking clearly. Reason and due care were now history, as my mental processes were firmly under the control of the dumbest of heads. Fortunately, our position in the shadow of a tree, prevented the security light from exposing us, as long as no one who had parked near us decided to leave the bar.
My answer to Laine's offer was to stroke the middle finger of my right hand through her dripping pussy lips and right to her clit, swiping across it several times. She jerked at this more intense sensation, and immediately bent over at the waist and sucked half my cock into the warm wet heaven of her mouth. I jerked and grunted.
Then, taking advantage of her new position, I pushed two of my middle fingers deep in her cunt while pressing my thumb firmly against her puckered anus. Laine shuddered, moaned around my cock and backed hard onto my hand, trapping it against the fender of her car and speared her cunt on my fingers. Then she took several strong pulls on my shaft of flesh and pulled away, leaving it glistening with her saliva. As she straightened her body, the motion forced my thumb in her ass to the first knuckle. I closed my thumb against the two fingers in her wet hole and she grunted, hot and nasty.
"Fuck me," she said hoarsely, followed by a growl as she impaled her ass on my thumb and reached down to reclaim my stiff dick with her right hand.
"I intend to do just that," I promised, all semblance of reason having departed my fevered brain.
We kissed long, hard and deep, my right hand squeezed her breast then pulled roughly on the nipple as I plumbed the depths of her pussy and ass with my left hand. We were both beyond all thought other than the drive to fuck.
With my right thumb in her ass and middle fingers strumming in her molten pussy, I placed my left hand to her nearly titless chest and guided Laine toward the front of her car, where I positioned her over the left front corner. Pressing her forward with her chest diagonally across the hood, I raised her left leg and she rested her foot on the bumper. I raised her skirt over her hips, swirled my fingers in her ass and pussy once more, then ... I had a devilish idea.
Being an incorrigible ass man, I placed my hands on my Laine's slim hips with fingers splayed and thumbs partly in her ass crack. Then I squatted behind my lover's beautiful, tight-fleshed ass, pressed my lips firmly to her rosebud, and French-kissed her anus...
Laine nearly convulsed and I had to hold her butt tight to keep her from wriggling too much and falling from the hood. I forced her onto the car and leaned in, my face firmly pressed between her asscheeks, pointed my tongue and penetrated her butthole with it. Looking up, I saw one of Laine's hands gripping the hood ornament and the other grasping at the cowl. She let out a hissing growl from between clenched teeth, ground her butt back into my face and had what she described later as a thundering orgasm as I rimmed her unmercifully.
Laine's cunt was positively drooling liquid love, a dollop of which had dripped from her blood engorged labia, leaving a silvery thread of her honey hanging from near her clitoris. I was in heaven as I sucked the nectar from her flowering pussy. Then I switched holes, and laved her slickening anus while my chin nudged in her sopping pussy. Over and over, I sucked and switched, until her entire groin and my face was covered with her sex juice.
"Oh, David. Oh, Oh, Oh," she breathed, keeping rhythm with my now feather-soft tonguing of her ass and pussy.
"There now, my love, wasn't that nice," I said as I draped myself over her still trembling and very warm backside, frenching and lightly chewing on the back of her neck, and gently but firmly filled her pussy with my dripping cock, sinking steadily into her molten core until I reached bottom.
Laine responded to being slowly penetrated with a constant low groan, "Un-n-n-n-n-h."
I ground into her pussy, savoring the liquid heat of Laine's pussy, feeling the ridges and creases there, stroking and increasing my pleasure and hers. After several minutes of bathing in the ecstasy of lovemaking, I felt Laine become tense, go rigid and then melt into liquid heat as she came on my dick. Good. I love it when a woman's climax is clear and joyously achieved. It's one of the things I loved about Laine. She didn't hide the fact that she enjoyed riding my cock, selfishly using it for her pleasure until she came.
It gives me great pleasure to know that a woman enjoys the things I do when I make love. And I love cocks, I've had one all my life and have experienced the indescribable pleasure of orgasm countless times with it. At seven inches, mine is just a bit longer than average if the information I've read is accurate. It may not be the mind-numbing, monstrous, fucking stick I read about, but it has served me well, and according to the opinions that count, is good enough for fucking, just right for sucking and not too large for ass-fucking, which is just where it was going next.
After Laine had come and was relaxing, I again moved down, kissing her back and buttocks as I made my way to her asshole again. When I began rimming her again, her anus opened easily, welcoming the gentle urging of my tongue. Laine began to murmur softly as her arousal grew again. Soon, I felt her shuddering lightly as I sucked her relaxed anus. She was ready.
Moving over her back, I bit Laine softly on the back of her neck, and slowly eased my fully wetted cock and carefully nudged it into the dark, hot groove of her ass. Pressing gently, but firmly, I lodged the head of my cock in the entrance to her anus, and massaged her sphincter with it. Laine's butt started moving around in tight little circles as she stimulated her ass on the head of my cock. Good, She liked it. Again resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to start fucking, I ever so slowly rotated around and around, letting her ass become accustomed to this new sensation.
"I'm going to take your ass now, Laine," I told her.
"M-m-m-m-m," was her response as the crown of my cockhead eased a bit deeper.
"Oh, shit," she said.
"Later, darling," as I continued pushing the length of my rigid shaft slowly, but surely into her ass.
Gently out a bit, then in a bit, I tried to be patient, to let this anal virgin become accustomed to this new intrusion. It was important that she enjoy being fucked in the ass. I hadn't come yet and was fighting the urge to drive my dick fully into Laine's clutching ass and shoot my seed deep in her bowels.
I resisted, concentrating on relishing the cloying, clutching stimulation that her magnificent rear channel gave to my cock, focusing on the uniquely pleasurable sensations that ass-fucking brings. This is a joining of a deeply personal nature, almost more so than vaginal fucking. Ass-fucking is a raw, profoundly intimate form of coupling. And to my great satisfaction and joy, Laine loved it.
"Clench your ass as I pull out," I whispered in her ear, "and bear down on me when I fuck into you."
Nirvana again, Laine picked up the rhythm and we were off and running, stroking in and out, driving each other to higher and higher levels of pleasure. She was a natural, reveling in the raunchy, nasty pleasure of being ass-fucked. I was lost in the gentle friction of her bottomless anal channel as it stroked and massaged my dick, and soon I was long-stroking her butt.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned over and over.
"I'm going to come soon," I warned her, not so I could pull out, I had no intention of spurting my come anywhere but deep in her ass.
I felt the first electric tingles shooting up through my legs, through my ass and into my cockhead. Then the warm glowing pleasure as I fought briefly to avoid the end, then gladly fell over the edge and into orgasm.
"Un-n-g-h," I grunted as the first strong spurt of my come squirted into Laine's clutching ass.
"Oh, Oh, I'm coming again," Laine said, apparently a bit surprised that she was having yet another orgasm, and that it happened because her butt was being speared by my dick.
'Even better,' I thought.
Laine's whole body went rigid, including her sphincter and the muscles in her anal canal, much to my delight and pleasure, as she sobbed through a protracted, intense anal orgasm.
She jammed her ass back onto my cock once, twice, three times, all the while groaning, "More, more, don't stop, please don't stop."
Again I shot my sperm into her bowels, and again. I slowly stroked in and out of Laine's delicious asshole as I emptied myself into her, coating her insides with my liquid love. Finally, I stopped, my cock deep in my lover's ass and caught my breath. After I had recovered enough to think and breathe at the same time, I very slowly withdrew my softening cock from her now open and gaping rear channel, letting her become accustomed to the recently unfamiliar feeling of being empty.
I kissed her gently, saying, "Thank you for a lovely fuck."
Then, Laine turned to me for a tender hug and a long, wet kiss.
"No, thank you for a lovely fuck," Laine returned, laughing, "That was the most intense sex I've ever had. Where did you learn to do that? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. It felt great. And David, my ass is yours, anytime, anywhere and forever. No one else will ever be allowed to fuck me there."
I doubted that, but appreciated the thought and told her so. Laine was a highly sexual woman, and it was unlikely that she would be able to resist the pleasure she obviously got from this intensely erotic act.
"I suppose we'd better get straightened up before anyone discovers us," I said, and retrieved a clean towel from my car and helped Laine clean up.
I gently dried her pussy and ass, being careful not to irritate the tender flesh of her ass.
Tomorrow's soreness and other intestinal reminders would be plenty uncomfortable enough. It was then that I saw a movement in the shadows near the back of the bar.
There was someone there in the dark, watching.
'Oh shit, someone saw us,' I thought to my self, not wanting to alarm Laine.
But, they hadn't said or done anything, and it was pretty clear that I had soundly ass-fucked Laine, about that there could be no doubt. Then, a car passed and the headlights flashed just enough light to see the watcher. It was the waitress, again. But this time she had one hand in her shirt, her jeans pulled down to her knees and her other hand buried in her pussy. She smiled at me, slowly pulled up her jeans, buttoned her blouse, opened the unseen door and disappeared into the bar's kitchen.
Laine and I hugged and kissed tenderly, knowing that it might be months or years until we were together again, if ever. Then we got into our cars and drove off in opposite directions. That was the nature of our strange, intense relationship.