Chapter 2
Today is March 27, 2022 and I should have spent yesterday leaving the Polestar Marina and traveled about two miles downstream to the mouth of the Illinois River up which I should have made a full day’s progress in my efforts to get together with @Wolfgirl66 . That is not to happen right now because real life has interrupted our fantasy rendezvous. My good friend has suffered two back-to-back losses in her life that caused her to need to take a break from Zity for a while. This should be temporary, but it will take as long as it takes for her to find solace from her grieving.
I haven’t written for a while either. My wife has entered another phase of the progression of her disease, which is actually Dementia with Lewy bodies. Lewy body dementia (LBD) is a disease associated with abnormal deposits of a protein called alpha-synuclein in the brain. These deposits, called Lewy bodies, affect chemicals in the brain whose changes, in turn, can lead to problems with thinking, movement, behavior, and mood. The progression of the disease is much more rapid than Parkinson’s, which her diagnosis from a previous neurologist was at the time I wrote my profile page. We have transitioned from home visits by physical and occupational therapists to Hospice Palliative Care. She knows that she will eventually come to grief and she is naturally fearful. I am now her cheerleader and her coach trying to instill muscle memory in her short-term memory. Her long-term recall is still pretty good, but she gets confused about simple normal day to day functions. My mission is to help her through her lapses and help provide her with enough grace as is humanly possible. Sometimes that is challenging I freely admit and yet I don’t like any of the alternatives.
Now…I much prefer to share this fantasy story writing journey with real women and yet I do not want to impose on my dear friend @gibby with short notice or as a rescue mission. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgkNB4939YM so I will write this short story about my encounters with Elaine Peterson…and away we go:
Having just received her call that she just made the turn off from Rout 94 to Hwy V, I knew she was less than 10 minutes away. I found myself in a strange mixture of thoughts and feelings. It was in my early 20s the last time a woman literally through herself at me that really interested me. OK, yes, I get it; we can all stipulate that we looked much better in our early 20s…but we lacked experience and most of all wisdom. I mean if I found a woman that could suck the chrome off my trailer hitch, I was in love? I hate to admit it, but for me at least it was easy to confuse lust with love back then and to the detriment of meaningful long-term relationships. I had a lot of really good sex, though! Now with the wisdom that greying hair gives you and also wondering if some good sex was going to find me again after being with 3 of the most incredible women that the universe is blessed with, I got off of the boat and walked up to the parking lot just as Elaine was pulling in. I walked up to the gunsmoke blue 2019 Lincoln with Elaine giving me a big engaging smile as I opened her door for her. She got out and I gave her a big hug right there, saying with genuine sincerity, “I’m so glad you came to visit!” Her reciprocal hug had her arms around my back, as the sensation of her large tight breasts were warm against my chest and the sensation of her thighs wrapping around my left leg told me that she needed intimacy.
At this stage of my life, I had no intention of denying her that intimacy, but I did need her to know that my ability to make a long-term commitment was predicated on the journey that I was on. I didn’t need to mention all of the commitments with the various women along the course of my journey. That would only be necessary if she wanted to come along and since she had a business to operate, I hoped that was not a real option for her.
But back to this hug…as we began breaking it off, she rubbed her arms over my shoulders and cooed, “Oh you are just solid! That was the best hug that I’ve had since I was a little girl.” I echoed her sentiment back to her, “You are all woman Elaine and you felt really good in my arms!” I was rewarded by her signature hot sexy smile. I asked her, “Do you have any bags that I can carry for you?” She popped the trunk open, saying, “It would be nice if you carried this down for me.” It was a pretty hefty bag with a big thick shoulder strap, and after I hefted that sucker out of her trunk and on to my shoulder I made light of it, “Oh good, Elaine, you brought cannon balls for the Bow Chaser” (the common name for the Carronade, a short-barreled gun which was usually a 40 pounder).
She just winked at me, as I gave her my arm and we began the walk down to the boat. There was some heavy stuff in this bag, but I held my curiosity inward, as I held the gate open so she could walk through and then as I gave her my arm again, she marveled, “I can get my hand around it.” I couldn’t help a small smirk as I walked, “Trust me, if you could actually get your hand around my bicep, you would ask yourself, ‘what do those women see in him?” She was contemplating that, when she countered, “Now trust me when I tell you I always wondered what those beautiful women were doing down there with you?” I played with her…just a little bit, “Oh don’t toy with me, my buxom beauty. You can’t tell me that you didn’t talk to any of those women when you took them back home now can you?” She leaned on me more, so she could lean in; her left breast brushing up against my bicep and I felt her hard nipple through her blouse, as she vamped, “I have this pressing need...(as she pressed her breast harder into me)…to find out what goes on down here for myself.” We were now near the stern of boat. The stern gate was ajar and I had just left it that way for this purpose; I stepped off of the dock and on to the swim step first and deposited her bag on the back deck. I then turned and took her hand as she came onto the swim step with me; the spring lines were good and tight and the motion of the boat was eased because of it. I helped her through the stern gate and then closed it behind me. We were now in the back deck and I took her in my arms and gave her an affectionate kiss before I said, “Welcome aboard m/v Optimystique, Elaine.” She was clearly glad to be here and yet she was curious, “What does the m/v stand for?” “Motor Vessel”, I replied, as I hoisted her bag again and headed for the passageway to the Salon, pointing out the ladder leading to the top deck along the way. I placed her bag on the cabin sole next to the Salon table. Looking at her I suggested that I give her the 50-cent tour, show her around the boat, how to operate the head…and other things and then we could come back into the Salon and get better acquainted. She said, “Ya that sounds good.” But that was not what I actually heard. What I heard was reluctant acquiescence. She clearly had other things on her mind and from her reaction I got the idea that she was not really interested in sitting around talking in the Salon.
So, I closed with her and took her in my arms; there was zero reluctance. Putting my hand on the back of her head, I kissed her hard and proper, as they used to say in another day. Then I asked, “Would like to get more acquainted in the Master Stateroom?” Her mouth slowly curved into a salacious smile, as though she was still thinking. Then she said, “I was wondering how many hints I had to give you, before you invited me into your inner sanctum?” Not one to fall on my sword, as the cliché for taking the blame is sometimes referred to, I said in a feigned a western accent, “Oh don’t get me wrong, Darl’en, I would truly love to see you and feel your sensual voluptuous body next to me. What I want to do before the action starts is to share with you how and what I like and have you share the same with me so that we can make our time together be imprinted on our memories…well…for a long time! How does that sound to you?” Elaine mimicked May West, in a breathy “Take me…to your leader!” I led her into the Master Stateroom and before I could deliver any witty repartee, she gave me another May West impression, “Now, my big hunk, you should strip my clothes off me so you can see me the same way the devil needs you to see me.” She had on a turquoise blouse, her large breasts framed by a well fitted bra, and a teal skirt; colors that complimented each other, as well as her. Her skirt was an expensive stretch fabric and not tight. It didn’t have to be, because her thighs and ample butt framed her in it very well and, of course, she did need to feel comfortable sitting down to drive. Green open toe orthopedic sandals, graced her feet; rhinestones sparkling in the light; I started unbuckling her sandals. Her feet were clean, soft and well-manicured with a hint of lavender to the nose. Fresh turquoise painted toenails accentuated the scene that I beheld; it appeared that she had a regular pedicure, perhaps every other week and maybe more frequently. As I felt her bare feet, I looked up at her and I commented, “Darl’en, from the look and feel of your nice sexy feet, I’d say you just had a pedicure.” She seemed almost charmed that I had noticed, “Just this morning early,” she beamed in her own voice. Then she let out an almost self-conscious sigh, then with a half-smile she almost whispered, “My experience, for what it is, is that men usually want to take off my blouse and bra, so that they can…uh, suckle my breasts.”
I saw her comment as an opportunity to open that phase of our LET’S GET ACQUAINTED conversation about what my general approach is and how I normally like get to know the woman that I’m about to be very intimate with. After I had her in her bare feet, I rose up to my full height and put my arms around her and matched her whisper, as I kissed her neck and then sucked on her ear lobe, after lightly tonguing her ear, “You do, indeed, have a magnificent set of tities, gorgeous, but I wasn’t weened early, so I will find that part of your lovely anatomy in good time, Elaine. I love to make the woman I’m with to feel special and I mean ALL of you! I find if I work my way bottom up instead of top down and I find a treasure like your sexy feet…the gold will just keep revealing itself.” I heard her inhale in a long choppy intake. Then she issued a deep longing sigh, giving me the impression that perhaps the big beautiful woman that Elaine Peterson is was actually not used to being treated like a goddess. For me though, if a woman is worth my time, then by that definition she has to be worthy of special treatment!
Her skirt had a high-quality zipper running down her right side, albeit hidden under a soft fold of this high-quality stretch fabric. I unzipped it and slid it down to her ankles, and then I invited her to steady a hand on my shoulders, as I helped her step out of her skirt. She was simply breathtaking in her sheer black panties leaving little to the imagination. Her dark pubic triangle glared back at me through the fog of sheer; stretched wide by her hips and tight by the twin hemispheres of her truly magnificent butt. Yet for me, they had to come off too; but not just yet! Speaking low and breathy, as I took both hands behind her cupping the surprisingly strong cheeks of her ass, I nuzzled her muff marveling, “Hmmm, nice and fresh, and yet I am captivated by your scent! I could eat you until your legs quiver and you pull up my head because you can’t take anymore.” I stood up to hold her in in my arms; she rested her head on my shoulder, reveling in my hug. I heard a faint whisper from her, “I’ve never had anyone talk to me the way you do. I could get used to it.” I whispered back, “Would you like to stay overnight?” Her response was more enthusiastic, “Oh yes…I’d love to. Thank you for asking because that gives us time…for more options.” I smiled at her and said, “More options mean more freedom and it’s nice to feel free when you’re with someone nice.” As soon as I heard that come out of my mouth, I was hoping that she wouldn’t say, “That’s the biggest load of nonsensical horseshit that I have ever heard uttered!”, but she did no such thing. If fact, it actually meant something to her because she looked into my eyes with a fire in hers and I knew it was time for that lovely turquoise blouse to come off of her busty figure.
I made light of it again, “Speaking of free, my beauty, it’s time I liberated you from the confines if this pretty blouse.” When I had it off of her, her large well shaped breasts were held in a sheer black custom fitted bra, without the help of under wires, and they matched her panties. Elaine Peterson looked stunningly impressive in her black sheer panties and brazier. Though she had a sumptuous plumpness around her belly, she still had an hour-glass figure, as her hips flared out; carried by her nicely shaped big butt! Elaine looked at me, as though she was saying, “I want it all!” and yet her lips never moved; a woman can convey so much with her eyes, her expressions, and her posture. If a man is just concentrated on what he wants, these subtleties are probably lost on him. But when you concentrate on her, she will tell you her needs in the language of her body. Of the two items that I was about to remove to get her completely naked, I think she expected me to go for the bra first. I don’t like to be predictable. Besides, being essentially an ass-man, I wanted to see how she spilled out of her panties. I was certainly not disappointed. Her vulva pouted, as I kissed her just above her pubic triangle, while gripping her magnificent butt with both hands…one on each cheek; gripping her by the muscular part of her glutes, I realized that I couldn’t get my fingers to meet, nor could I reach that very intimate spot that that an ass-man longs to feel. I rose up with the vague notion that there would be a time for that; and taking her in my arms, I whispered in her ear, “Duty calls darl’en, I have to rescue your magnificent tities from the confines of that nice sexy bra.” I learned a long time ago not to fumble with bra clasps behind a woman; I simply go behind her so I can look directly at my quarry, undoing the clasp in one swift go. Then it is easy to help her out of it, kissing her neck as the reward. I slowly follow my fingers down her cheeks to her neck; slowly down until my fingers find the top of her breasts. A little further and as I felt her erogenous nipples, she gasped as she sucked in a breath; they were hard and erect. My thumbs, fore fingers, and my index fingers formed little triangles to gently massage them. Then in a very faint whisper I heard, “Harder…I like it little harder…please.” I applied more pressure until she issued a moan, a moan that signaled that she was not in pain.
Intermission: Writing has become somewhat problematic because I used to write for an hour in the early morning. But my wife wants to get up earlier than she used to and since she can only walk assisted with me providing her balance and cadence out to her Rise-Up-Chair, my writing necessarily takes a back seat to the important needs of my wife; then pills, water, and a high energy shake that I build from scratch for her every morning. She then wants to see what is going on in the world, but she can only take so much of CNN, so I will sit with her, drinking my coffee, and watch Stephen Colbert or something else recorded-fast forwarding through the commercials for her. I have all the chores around the house to do. I have a huge video library and I can set something up for her or give her a PBS program. I have a cleaning service come in and swamp the place out every two weeks, but the day-to-day stuff still needs to get done. Hospice has an assistant come in everyday and bathe her in the walk-in-tub or a sponge bath twice a week, which does take a small load off. But they don’t, of course, do laundry, dishes, vacuuming, shopping, or meal prep… or take her to the bathroom every time she needs to go. Thanks for letting me rant a little!
Now back to the story:
It was time to go to the next level and get onto the bed. I still had my clothes on and since Elaine had insisted that I be naked as well, I wanted my birthday suit on too. I made light of it and did my best to perform a male striptease for her. So, it is not the strongest tool in my tool box, yet Elaine was genuinely happy to watch me perform for her; I got the distinct impression that this was the first time a man has ever done that for her benefit. When I was “Butt Naked”, as they say, she cooed, “I really like what I see!” I closed with her and embraced her naked body against my own; she pressed her voluptuousness tight against me, her extreme curves making me wanting to press back as her warmth enveloped me.
My cock was beginning to rise to the occasion, yet somewhere in depths of my cerebral cortex came the impression, “Don’t get carried away because she is staying the night, remember?” I had an answer to my intellectual self, “Fear not! There is no limit on foreplay and sexy talk for a woman. She will let me know when she wants my cock. Plus, if you’re worried about having only one shot and she is not much for sucking, you’ve always got that full bottle of Cialis that we’ve been saving, remember? You don’t have to cut one in half tonight, you can take a whole one…even two if things get really spicy. You know it’s the gift that just keeps giving. On the other hand, if she is at least as serious as I am about oral sex, then I have nothing to worry about.”
I broke off my embrace and with a wry smile I got on to the bed not caring what part of me she looked at. I looked back at her and said, “Take my hand.” And as I extended it, she took it and came onto the bed with me to lie down beside me by my right side. She looked on in some awe at the empty enema bag lying on the shelf behind me. Then she looked around and saw the new 2,500 ml bag still in the sterile plastic bag that was in the shelf and commented offhandedly, “Are those for us?” I said, “They can be if you want.” She looked deeply into my eyes letting me know that she had something important to say. She had me mesmerized and I was concentrating what she might say. I was not disappointed. Her voice was soothing as she explained, “When I first sent you that photo of me with my robe open with that message, I meant every word of it. So, when I got your invitation, I knew how I wanted to prepare for you. I took two 4-liter enemas yesterday and I had full high colonic early this morning. So, if you should feel the need to go spelunking into this big beautiful ass tonight, I need you to know that I’m good to go!” She finished her declaration with a sexy smile that had honesty as its hallmark. I tried a little levity, “That would have been fun to see.” She shook her head, “Trust me; it is not a pretty sight!” I countered, “Oh, I wasn’t interested in what comes out of you. That is for your privacy. For me it is all about the application; the insertion and the giving.” I realized that she was absentmindedly tracing her left pointer and index fingers slowly back and forth across her lips, then slow and easy she uttered, “You like to wash your women out, do you? How would you have done it for me?
I wasn’t prepared for a question like that, so I did the only thing I could do to buy some time to think about how best to answer her; I told the truth about my experience with women and enemas…or the lack thereof, “Before I give you an answer, Elaine, I need to tell you that my experience with women and sensual enemas is a very small pool of two and with enemas and anal sex…only one; yet she was the one that really mattered to me.” She excitedly said, “It was that gorgeous Blonde, wasn’t it; the one that gave you her panties? She looked young enough to be your daughter, by the way.” I gave her a wry smile, “She actually stipulated before we met that she was willing to give me her flawless derrière, and yet she never actually offered it to me when she was here. That subject was overtaken by other events that made our time together so very special to me.” She seemed to be grasping, “The tall statuesque redhead beauty…” I cut her off, “She actually prefers to be known as a ginger and she is a classic beauty. She brought some equipment, but it stayed in the soft bag.” (Note to the audience: To steal a quote a friend of mine, @Cedar , both of these women are way above my pay grade!) I thought enough of Elaine to give her a better explanation. “I flew to Portland and met the most amazing woman who drove in to meet me for a weekend at a cozy fireplace suite in a swanky hotel next to the Columbia River. She taught me more about sharing sensual enemas than I ever knew. She offered me her gorgeous ass.” I didn’t tell her that I wanted to see @gibby again, another woman way above my pay grade, to quote my friend again; but it wasn’t Elaine’s business so I furnished no details of Gibby.
But I did offer Elaine this, “I have given this a lot of thought and this is how I would have handled you. I would have had you lay on your back, while I lubricated you and slipped the nozzle in; then I would drape your legs over my shoulders while I dinned on your pussy until you really started to enjoy it. The warm flow would surprise you and I would tell you that it was OK to hang onto my head as you struggled to do butt gulps to help the warm water get way up into you. How does that sound to you?” I knew that I had the desired effect on her. As her psyche tried to process what I had just described, her mouth was open and her left-hand pointer finger was through her lips and slowly, sensuously rubbing over her teeth. She looked up at me and she seemed a little awestruck. Finally, she whispered, “Do you like to play Russian roulette?” I smiled warmly at her, “Of course not. I would never give you more than you could comfortably retain to enhance your orgasm, perhaps even have a total assgasm!” Her lips curled up into a devilishly hot smile and she whispered, “Maybe we could try that tomorrow…that is if you’re still willing?” My retort was instantaneous, “Count on it; you can count on me.” She was contemplative, “It’s very clear to me that some women much more beautiful that I could ever fantasize about being have counted on you.” I tried to make light of that statement, “Well at least for a day.” Yet I realized that as good as she looked, Elaine Peterson was self-conscious about herself. Maybe there is just a fact of life for voluptuous beauties. There is always going to be people that look better than me and that is just life; it doesn’t bother me. But I needed to provide some inspiration for her, without giving her a false hope that we were going to have a long-term commitment. Because my next stop was on the west shore of Lake Michigan to spend as much time as I could with @Wolfgirl66 . Still, despite my plans, I was with Elaine now and because she was here, she deserved the best that I could give her.
I began with the biggest sex organ that she had…no not her breasts…her mind. I started fucking her in her mind! Softly, sweetly, almost serene; for all her thorns and daggers, every woman holds a fragile part-though she may hide it, for fear of finding herself too vulnerable. Men do this, too. I began to caress her, whispering into her ear. Softer than the faintest, gentlest touch. Tender words whispered in her ear. More than just words. A sweet song, embers; roaring heat drifting from a fire into her ear. “I Need you because you’ve set a fire in my soul and I’m going to rock your world!”
The legs contain the largest muscle group in the body. If I don’t continually stretch mine, they pull down on my back and can make it sore. Every morning I completely flex my thigh and calf muscles and hip flexors; then I raise each leg, unsupported, one at a time about 60 degrees above the horizontal several times-and then as high as I can get it towards 90-before I get out of bed. (Dear readers the description that follows is what my wife and I often did in much better days as a prelude to some hot sex.)
The leg closest to Elaine was my right and I stretched it out and heavily flexed my calf and quadricep group and then I raised my right leg until my foot touched the cabin top; I noticed that she was silently watching me with a fervent interest. I brought my leg back down and I turned and reached for a bottle of a high-quality silicone lube and spread some on the strategic area; I looked into her eyes and as spoke gently to her, I stroked the top of my quadricep, and said, “Roll over on me sweetheart and spread your legs across this one and I’ll help you rub your clit and pussy along this tight ridge.” I didn’t tell her that I was going to also lube up my finger and provide her with a “motivating impulse” in a cadence that might lead to her orgasm on the tight muscle that she would be riding.
The look on Elaine’s face was exactly what I was looking for as she climbed on top, and straddled my leg…then she settled her pussy down on my quadricep. Her smile was stimulatingly erotic, like she just gotten a brand-new pony! Perhaps from her point of view it was! I palmed a little bit more of the lube and liberally coted my three large fingers as Elaine was very gingerly trying out her new venue. She was definitely going to need my inspiration to really dig her pussy into me. She shifted her legs slightly behind her to allow her pussy better contact with my leg; this put her off balance which put her torso, breasts and face closer to me. Even as I reached back to finger fuck her big beautiful ass, I smiled at her and invited, “Just lean forward and rest your hands on my shoulders sweetheart.” Even as she relished the intimacy and the closeness…she let out an erotic gasp as my very slippery fingers slipped though the cheeks of her magnificent butt to find her holy grail, ringing her bell! Now it was time to sprinkle the pixie-dust over Elaine to bring confidence into her sexual self. I urged her to bend her torso even more forward, “Put your arms around me and kiss me Beautiful.” She moved with surprising grace. I felt the weight of her breasts on my chest, her fingers massaging my temples, her lips on mine…I beheld the feeling of her tongue probing though my lips to find my tongue.
My middle finger was now up to the second knuckle in her gorgeous ass urging her to slide her pussy forward by making a ‘come here’ motion. A moan came gutturally out of her throat, causing her to reflexively withdraw her tongue. After gasping she leaned into kiss me again, automatically sliding back to find my now mostly withdrawn finger. I give it to her, urging her forward again! She has the cadence now…the pixie-dust is complete! She is oohing and cooing and I can feel her strong sphincter clamp my now two fingers that are up inside her to the knuckles. Her warm pussy juice is all over my entire thigh and even the top of the inside of her thighs. Her scent is captivating and my hardon is palpable as my fingers oscillate in and out of her ass. She can no longer maintain our kiss because her breathing is strong as my cadence has quickened; my thought that she may be imminent…was soon confirmed as she began to vocalize her passion in my ear, “Oh God baby, this feels soooo goood! Oh YA…just like that…OH FUCK…I’M GONNA CUM…AHHH YES FUCK YA; Mmmmm ah mmmm.”
Elaine collapsed on top of me, reveling in her afterglow. After perhaps 5 minutes she looked up at me and giggled, “Are you going to leave your hand up my ass all day…or what?” I smirked, “I happen to love playing with your ass, my beauty! And yet I sense that you need to take a little break to get back to some normalcy before we go another round.” She crawled forward and did a fore arm plank on my shoulders, staring into my eyes with a curious mixture of hope and mirth, before she said, “After that wild assed ride, can I presume you have another plan?” I asked her, “Are you sure that you’re comfortable like this, or would you like to lie beside me?” Her reply was almost instantaneous, “l like it this way. You’re the first man that really felt strong under me and didn’t make me feel self-conscious. If you don’t mind, I want to be here a little longer.” I was genuinely gracious, “You do indeed feel very sexy on top of me My Princess; stay there as long as you like.” That earned me a passionate kiss and a mouthful of her tongue.
I really enjoy kissing a woman who also likes to kiss, so we kissed for a good while longer; until it seemed like a good segway to what I was going to suggest that we do next…or rather I do for her. I thought things were progressing at a nice easy pace with not much in the pre-conceived notions department, so I said with a smile that I couldn’t conceal if I tried, “I would like to continue this kissing we started and I would like to take my time and work my kisses all the way down to your inner thighs…and then have your lovely pussy for hors d'oeuvres. How does that sound to you, My Princess?” Elaine tried to feign distress, “Oh you Brute, you’re going to put me through that…” but she lost herself in an interesting laughing giggle. It was contagious and my laughing smile had to be partially contained, for me to actually confirm, “I’m glad you approve of my plan.” Elaine rolled herself off of me and on to her back. Though her move was not cat like, she was pretty agile for a woman of her size. I thought she moved very erotically, not trying to conceal any of her anatomy from my eyes. It was more like she showed me what she thought I would like to see; as I gazed upon her, Elaine had a look of hopeful anticipation. I wanted to give her my very best…and I wanted to make it memorable for both of us. Oh, don’t make me out as a hero just yet. I really did want to feel my cock penetrating Elaine Peterson’s big beautiful ass and not only had she given me permission to do that, I got the distinct impression that she was counting on it. Yet as much as a woman needs the slow erotic build up, I need it too. Why, you male readers ask? Because the evolution of my sexual make up has given me great pleasure in giving her great pleasure. Oh, I’ll take all of her when it’s time…when her body tells me that she needs it.
I had all of this…and more in mind when I put my arms around her and kissed her, a lingering kiss. Moving my lips from hers, lightly kissing her face, I worked my way over to her right ear lobe (she was lying on my right side, so her left was closer…but then my chest couldn’t lightly brush against her erect nipples) and gently nibbled on it, then whispered, “I wonder where this journey will take my lips? I don’t want to be too predictable.” She had a smile in her voice, “I hope you feel free to wander.” And I did wander; I had wanderlust!
I could be a hopeless romantic. It doesn’t matter to me so much what a woman looks like, as it is that she is sensuous; that she wants…dare I say needs her body touched and kissed. The more she telegraphs to me that she wants this, the more I love doing it. Coincidently women who exude sensuousness tend to look better to me than those who do not. I have no desire for a haughty professional beauty queen.
In the next few seconds my lips began to first lightly graze, then I actively kissed Elaine’s neck and it soon became apparent that this is one of her erogenous zones. A deep “MMMMM” emanated low in her throat, like a big cat purring; it was hot! I was driven to oscillate one side to the other lower and lower; her collar bones beheld a slightly different purring sound…and then I knew…there was more than just the hint of her palpable anticipation, as my lips touched the tip of the bulge of her breasts; from her sounds and tones I knew this woman needed her breasts suckled. I was only too glad to oblige her! Her breasts are truly magnificent; areolas that a fifty-cent piece would not cover; erect nipples jutting out as long as first joint of my little finger, certainly not their resting state, but as her arousal was building momentum…this is what she looked like and now I was eye-to-eye with my quarry! I had started working right to left when I first nibbled on her earlobe and I had been working that way to get here and there was no need to make a change just yet; some predictability is good to build arousal.
So, I started a classic suckle if her right nipple and I could tell it felt good to her. That’s why she surprised me when she uttered, “I hope you like it al dente.” I took her meaning. She meant ‘to the tooth’! I started out easy; I pushed my mouth harder against her right breast, then I sucked her erect nipple as far in as I could and then let my teeth scrape across it as I let it out. She sucked in a choppy opened mouth breath that had something of a reverse moan and when she let it out…I heard a breathy, “Oooohh yeah…that’s it! Do that a few times before you leave them.” I got the distinct impression that her last phrase was not a plea…it was more of a command. I obeyed to the very best of my ability, as her fingers massaged my temples, and ran through my hair, as though Mother Superior was blessing me. When I sensed that she was somewhat satiated, I ran kisses down her belly to the top of her pubic hair. Her long legs were wide apart for me; legs long enough to press her ass against the counter top in the photo that she sent me. Here is where I decided that I wouldn’t be predictable; here is where I decided to go off script.
Letting my closed mouth nuzzle her pubic hair until I came to her vulva, then I opened my mouth and blew hot air across it, until I had to breathe in again. Then I oscillated my kisses down her thighs and I know she expected me to come back up and kiss and lick her pussy, but I didn’t because I had another quarry in mind first. I really didn’t think she would be disappointed when I actually gave her what I planned. When I got to her knees, I quit kissing and began massaging her calves all the way down to her ankles that I now started kissing, having moved my way down there. She had clean, sexy feet and as I slowly massaged her soles, I took her little toe on my mouth and sucked on it like it was a clitoris; tonguing it. Elaine squealed in delight and perhaps a slight disbelief…and just maybe a little tickled, as I worked across both of her feet sucking her toes. When I had completed this I crawled up and looked at her with a big smile, “I just couldn’t let your pretty feet lay fallow My Princess, I hope you approve.” She had a little wonder, mixed with some ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look, “I keep my feet immaculate, but nobody has ever done that for me; never! You are the first for me and I loved over second of it”. I thought she was going to thank me for it and I am glad she thought better of it, because the last thing I wanted was her thanks. I said, “I believe that I have an appointment with your warm sexy pussy Elaine. You and I are going to do this together so we can maximize your pleasure, OK?” Her lips took on a salacious curl as a deep purr emanated from her throat, “Mmmm.” Since that seemed to be the limit of vocabulary that she was capable at this particular moment, I went directly to her pussy (I did not pass go and I did not collect $200).
There has been a lot written about the techniques and of the art of cunnilingus. I even have a blog dedicated to it. Yet when she is already hot for it…when you know that she needs it, now is not the time to be coy; nor now is not the time to totally devour her either! So having made the detour down to her very attractive feet and even though she really liked that, her pussy was just aching to have my tongue. She was wet, no question, so many of the beginning techniques just were not required. That doesn’t mean you just throw technique out with the bathwater…so to speak. If this is your first time with a particular woman then communication is essential so that you both can help each other achieve something memorable. Elaine was on her back with her legs spread wide and slightly elevated; her way to allow me good access. I judged this to be good to start, but I would ultimately need to help her change position to what I wanted to do for her. Still, I took my time and I started with a large mouthful of her labia and vulva, lightly sucking and tonguing her. She has a pronounced clitoral hood, which I licked, but I avoided her clitoris for now. Her scent was nice to my nose and her taste was light and runny, bereft of viscosity. Ultimately, my goal was to add a lot of viscosity to her pussy juice, but I would need to communicate my Intent to her so that we would both be on the same page.
I pulled my head up from her and looking into her surprised eyes, I crawled up to her and kissed her, sharing the flavor of her pussy with her. I smiled and whispered, “I love your taste and I wanted to share it with you.” Elaine issued forth a smiling chuckle as she retorted, “That’s a first! No one has ever kissed me with my pussy on their lips before.” I began soothingly, “I going to show you a couple of very erotic things that you may have never heard of before, so I want to tell you about them so you’ll know what to expect. First back behind your G-spot there is you’re A-spot (technically the anterior fornix erogenous zone). This is located about 4 to five inches inside the vagina between the front vaginal wall (belly button side) and just above the cervix (the idea is not to bump the cervix). Stimulating this area usually results in a more lushly viscous lubrication and often a rocking orgasm. My index finger is just about 4 ½ inches long, so the first part of my plan is something known as the Venus Butterfly Technique. This is a foreplay technique that involves my oral sex on your luscious outside with my fingers probing inside you. This is all about edging, Elaine. Each time, I’m going to take you close…then I’m going to back off for 30 seconds or so and then go back to it. Once you really start to open up for me, I’ll touch your a-spot to get your juices really flowing because I want to taste you when nearly out of your mind. This is sometimes referred to as the one-hour orgasm. Now here is the final pièce de résistance: Perhaps the best way to stimulate the A-spot to a thigh shaking, toe curling orgasm is anally; are you ready for that sweetheart?”
Elaine Peterson looked at me in wonder for a moment, before exclaiming in almost a guffaw, “Oh My God! I’m all in! You just better hope that you don’t trigger my birth response or I might try to push your head so far into my pussy that you’ll have to hold your breath!” Her laughter was catching and with an open-mouthed grin, I said, “Thanks for the warning; I’ll try to guard against that.” I had previously given this time with Elaine Peterson some thought. I had some ideas about my general approach. One of the things that I had pre-staged were 3 separately filled lube shooters on the theory that it’s not cool to double dip onto the lube bottle. These were easy to get to and I was going to give her all three when we decided it was time to thoroughly massage her A-Spot from the inside of her magnificent ass. With all that in mind, I judged Elaine to be capable of being multi-orgasmic, so we had a lot of fun ahead of us before I needed to lube up her ass. I explained the lube shooter concept to her and showed her the prepositioned 3 shooter set, so she wouldn’t be surprised by it when it was time to deploy them.
She touched a fragrant finger to my lips and I tasted her pussy juice as I saw her say softly with a smile, “You talk too much. “I added, “I see that you’re comfortable with my plan then; mmm.” I licked my lips. It was time for me to go to work; a labor of passion to be sure. M/V Optimystique is a Mariner 40 Sedan Cruiser that was designed for a couple and occasional guests, or for a couple with one or two children in a live aboard situation. The point is that the Master Stateroom has a vanity with a stool for that special first mate of the vessel and that is what I now deployed to sit on next to the bed so that I could drape Elaine’s legs over my shoulders, giving me complete unfettered access to her pussy and allowing me to utilize both hands. Special Note for The Clueless: Just because a woman is wet, doesn’t mean that you can force your hand in her without causing her pain. If she is going to open up for you, it will be gradually, a little bit at a time and it will take as long as it takes because every woman is different. Many women can’t take much more than two or three fingers; there is such a thing as a phycological threshold and many women are not ready to get past their limits even though the cock she takes is bigger than that. Elaine not only had an open mind, she seemed eager to explore her limits.
With the vanity chair pulled up to the bed and with Elaine’s substantial long legs draped over my shoulders, I went to work on her; a labor of love no doubt, but I was determined not to be nonchalant about this act. I wanted her to know that I took giving this ultimate pleasure was what I most wanted to do for her and play and joking were done for a while and when this was all done there would be ample time to play around. She was noticeably anticipating a new experience; a little nervous and yet aroused, knowing that I was giving her a good as I knew how. I licked and kissed her pussy, sucking on all her parts as well. Finally, Elaine began to flow her juices as they mixed with my own saliva. My fingers were well manicured and filed smooth with an emery board so I was confident that I wouldn’t hurt her. I touched my index finger into her just a little to test…the waters, so to speak. Very slippery and she cooed acknowledging that she liked it…so far. So far so good. Next my fore finger eased into her just a bit and I began gently finger fucking her, never taking my lips away her clit or her mons and yet, I still had a long way to go to get to the holy grail of having her pussy juice turn into a viscus honey.
Elaine started to oscillate, so very slowly at first that I was not quite aware…until I was! It was a real turn on for me. She was opening to me; my 3rd finger began to curl up Elaine’s vaginal canal; she grunted, no not a hurt grunt, it was a guttural visceral grunt that helped her open up herself to me. I thought it was hot and I could feel my erection building! She was working, helping me help her; grunting, oscillating, vocalizing and I was very near my ultimate destination: her anterior fornix erogenous zone, just under her cervix on her belly side and since she was now on her back it would be on the high side of her cervix.
When I felt her gentle hand touch the side of my face, her fingers in my hair, it felt to me like encouragement, so I didn’t stop; I kept going and I thought I should be there by now…yeah, OK, I can the tight ring of her cervix…gently now…up…up, I should be there; Elaine Peterson erupted in a quivering and shaking orgasm that took her out of reality. She fucked my face with wild abandon, her legs shaking on my shoulders out of control. Her sweet viscous ooze was thick and milky as I tried to lick as much as I could, but much of it oozed out and down. I couldn’t pass this up and my left hand slid down to her ample ass and my index finger touched her now slippery anus. When I gently tapped it as it moved in and out, her stomach shook as she as she tried to tell me that she was ready. I said in my best I’ll take care of you voice, “OK, sweetheart.” As I lifted her legs off of my shoulders, I continued, “Let me help you turn over on your tummy.” I used my leverage to help her do just that and then I urged her forward, “Crawl up toward the head of the bed a bit, as I help you with your legs.” It was easier for her to do that, with my help, than it was to write about it just now.
I crawled up with her and though I really wanted to take the three lube shooters and squirt them up her big, beautiful butt, I needed to have her taste her thick viscous honey first. I dipped three fingers into her and brought them up and I licked them off; then I leaned down beside her, tilted her head towards me and then I gave her a wet open mouth kiss French style kiss. She looked at me in awe, then uttered a muted whisper, “Oooo, that is thick and sweet! I never knew that I could make it…like that.” I smiled and said, “Well, you are simply the best honey that I have ever tasted. Now we’re going to make in thicker…by massaging you through your back door. Are you ready?” She did not hesitate, “You know I am.” I whispered, “We’re going to make even thicker and sweeter honey. I going to lube you up so that you’re going to be so slippery that we can both concentrate on that special area inside your gorgeous ass.” She giggled a little, “Do you really think that I have a gorgeous ass?” I didn’t hesitate, “Simply magnificent!” I applied the three lube shooters, one after the other, as she moaned a little after each insertion. Clearly Elaine Peterson was very anal erotic. She would have to be to want to do what I was getting ready to do right now.
I put some lube on my cock, then I straddled her; my knees on the bed but still touching her body with the inside of my legs. She was warm and sensuous, and we moaned in unison as I moved to touch my cock through her ample butt cheeks to feel the holy grail of her asshole. Rather than just shove it home, I began to just touch her with a little more pressure, backed off and began again with just a little more pressure this time and urging her, “Just push out gently and express a little of the lube inside you sweetheart.” I felt her open slightly for me and I added more pressure, as she expressed some of her lube; suddenly I was up inside of Elaine Peterson’s magnificent ass! I held still for a moment, whispering in her ear, “That’s it, honey, get used to me being here before we start getting frisky.” Elaine had either lost the power of speech, or she chose not to talk, but I could definitely feal her flex her considerably strong sphincter muscle around my cock and her rectal tube close up around me inside of her, alternating from tight to open. Her erotic vocalizations and her actions let me know that she was ready.
I was definitely ready! I laid down on top of Elaine, reached down to her pussy with my right hand to not only play with her, but to get my bearings for my target up her ass. When I hit her anterior fornix erogenous zone from the other side, inside her ass, she would let me know…by starting an epic orgasm. I slowly rubbed the head of my cock inside her, kind of knowing where to feel, until she vocalized, “Ah yeah! Right there…that’s it, right there!” (Despite what you may have seen in Porn, don’t ever pound a woman anally like a jackhammer. She is giving you a gift, so don’t squander it or take a chance of hurting her.) I held her tight up against me with three of my fingers curled up and around her G-spot; I was trying to be slow and as sensuous as I could while in her magnificent butt. My hope was to give Elaine Peterson an experience that she would not soon forget.
With her G-spot being manipulated at the same time as her A-spot was being touched through the inside of her ass, Elaine was approaching the apex of her orgasm curve; my fingers were in a thick viscous pussy concentrate unlike anything that I have ever experienced from a woman and yet this is what anyone can expect when touching a woman like this…if, in fact, she lets you!
As Elain was in the depth of her cum lust mist, as my friend @Ms_Lila describes her more robust orgasms, a variety of vocalizations came out of her, moans, grunts, uuhs, ooohs, auhs, but her ohh…yeahs were the closest that she actually came to saying anything. All this time I was semi-conscious of being very edgy and trying not cum and it was a challenge until I suddenly realized that I had done all I could for the voluptuous Elaine Peterson; it was time for me to get mine! As soon as I concentrated on this incredible feeling of my cock up the big, beautiful ass of the voluptuous Elaine, it didn’t take much. Having already edged, I was still working on her A-Spot, but with my right three fingers curled up and gripping her G-Spot, holding her tight to me. I kissed the back of her neck and then lightly bit her earlobe whispering, “Oh Sweetheart I going to squirt all” I never completed the sentence “my essence into you” and that was the last time I remember any conscious speech…the rest is just a jumble of grunts, teeth tightened, abb tightened screams and at least three waves of ejaculations albeit with each one there was less sperm; the last one was the hardest one even though it was by now almost a dry well! As much as I wanted to stay inside her inner sanctum, eventually Elaine’s asshole became very disciplined and spat out my now flaccid cock like something it was tired of! When I finally realized I was collapsed on top of her, I spent the rest of the energy that I seemed to possess getting on my knees and trying to take my weight off of her, only to hear her protest as she told me she liked the way I felt against her skin. At 6’-3” and 185 pounds I am not a small man by any definition of the term, so I was surprised at Elaine’s sentiment.
Eventually I rolled off of her and onto my back, starring up at the cabin ceiling; she matched my move and we laid there together not needing to talk at the moment, yet we were both very content. We began some light banter about how good we each felt and then Elaine asked to use the toilet. This particular marine head is a Groco EB that cost $950 when I installed to replace the “micky mouse” model that was in the boat when I bought it. The replacement part kit to replace all of the pump parts that make it flush below the water line is $300 and some change. A novice could really screw this thing up, so I showed it to her, but I said that I would take care of the thing when she was done. I also showed her the special receptacle for stowing used toilet paper and or feminine napkins, the theory being that you only flush that that goes through you into the marine head. The other part of the tech is the Raritan Engineering LECTRA-SCAN sanitary overboard discharge unit. Before you ever put your foot on the water intake and pull the flushing handle, there is a control panel on the bulkhead opposite the marine toilet. Press the start button gives you just the amount of time to flush the bowl before the unit is activated sending 50 amps of DC power through electrodes in each of the two chambers of the unit. This creates Hypochlorous acid, a strong biocide and disinfectant. When the cycle is complete and the power goes off, the chemicals go back into solution of ions of sodium and chlorine where they exist in normal salt water. Most of you that are reading this explanation are crossing your eyes and saying, “Really I could have lived without knowing these details!” which is why I don’t try to explain all that when a land lubber needs to use the toilet. Elaine just needed to empty the lube and my cum into the toilet, and when I went to process the waste, it looked like a milky lube squirt with a shade of amber, which said a lot about the efficacy of her enema this morning. I said I was going to take a shower and said, “You know Elaine, the best way to save water is to shower with a friend, don’t you?” She deadpanned, “Oh you think that we’re both going to fit in there, do you?” I challenged her, “Don’t tell me that you just lost your sense of adventure.” She grinned and commanded, “I’m getting in first! You can take all the water that you want that drips off of my body first!” So that’s how we showered together, and I had absolutely no problem lathering her up and letting her water runoff on me. As a matter of fact, I used this opportunity to actually taste her still thick, viscous pussy juice just to really get my tongue right in there and I was not disappointed. Stimulating a woman’s A-spot is a real winner…provided that she will let you and, of course, provided that you are a true connoisseur of the sweet viscous honey that pussy juice becomes during this type of stimulation.
We dried off and headed back to the stateroom to lay back on the bed together. We made small talk, shared some of our “stories”, giving us a little bit more insight into who we both were. At some point I asked her if she was hungry, and I told her that I could fix something if she was. She offered, “I am a bit peckish, how about you?” I agreed, “Yeah, me too.” I had matching light weight terry cloth robes in the closet, and we put them on and she followed me into the galley to help me rummage around for something that would be equally satisfying to us both. We elected to go with roasted chicken and a tabouli salad, both of which I had just bought the day before. Rather than use the microwave, she suggested that warming the chicken in the oven would taste better, so I did that. As we sat at dinette in the salon, she seemed to be preoccupied, even as she had a glowing smile and seemed very relaxed; she said that she enjoyed the food and yet I thought that she had something on her mind. Finally, she said, “I know how we first met, SM, but how do you meet all of these gorgeous women?” So, I told her about Zity and the relationships that I have established and the journey that I was on. She inquired, “How many of them know who you really are?” I said, “Every one of them that I have been intimate with. I even allowed one to use my real name as she told the story about us, but she is a very special woman.” Elaine looked at me intently, before inquiring, “Where are you going next?” I was very honest with her, “I’m headed up the Illinois River and ultimately to Chicago and then into Lake Erie, then up the west side of the lake about 15 miles to see a friend that I talk with on the phone with sometimes.” Elaine asked, “Did you meet her on Zity?” I told her that I did. She seemed a little dejected and then looked at me as though she was peering into my soul, “So no wonder that you are so experienced as a lover.” I said with as much sincerity, as the moment required, “Sweetheart, you are the very first person that I have ever used the butterfly/ A-spot massage before.” I smiled at her and added, “I hope that you’re not the last, however!”
EPILOGE
It is now time to end this story, despite there being more story to tell. Yes, Elaine was supposed to stay overnight with me and yes, I had promised her some very sensual activities. But not long after we had our conversation over the dinette table. She took a phone call that gave her some new business that she found too hard to turn down, so we said our goodbye in a loving, very friendly way. She said somewhat remorsefully, “I’m never going to see you again, am I SM?” I put all of my cards on the table, “I am on a trip around what is known as the Great America Loop, which will eventually take me out of the St. Laurence Seaway, then down the east coast, eventually ending in Texas, on the Gulf Coast. After that…I think that you should never say never Elaine.” I never did find out what was in her heavy bag, but I slupped it up the parking lot with her and put it into the trunk of her gunsmoke blue Lincoln; then we hugged and kissed for, perhaps, the last time. Then again, perhaps not.