Show Me Mine

On the last night she and Roger had laid down a blanket in front of their cottage about thirty yards from Randy and Cecilia's to watch the fireworks over the lake. The kids had long disappeared to watch with their friends. There were others about but they were isolated and most were involved with children. The four of them moved back and forth to visit and share snacks before darkness fell and there was the "event."

Karen was surprised when it was Randy, not Roger, who showed up on her darkened and isolated blanket when the big "boom" went off to announce the start of the thirty minute fireworks.

On the day before and earlier that morning there had been some casual touching, light brushes of the face or arms and such when Randy would "steal a feel." Karen didn't invite or encourage but admitted to herself it wasn't exactly repulsive, either. He was a really nice, great looking guy whose appearance defied his forty years. Besides that, she was a little miffed that Roger was so scarce all weekend.

But this was different. In the darkness, only she and Randy knew that they were not husband and wife. After only a few minutes of the sporadically lighted darkness one would have thought so!

This time it wasn't touching...it was stroking. Slow, sensuous, and obviously with purpose. She brushed his hands away at first but he was as persistent as he was gifted. It may have been illicit but it sure as hell was tantalizing! Less and less Karen quietly fought off his advance.

Halfway through the fireworks she felt his hand on her leg. Mesmerized, confused, sexually tantalized and abandoned...it was too much. Long before the finale was over Randy's hand was under her loose blue shorts and stroking her clit as hard and strong as the fireworks.

The fireworks exploded in a big climax...she exploded in a massive climax! By then he had settled in between her legs so that they could hold a long kiss while he plundered her pussy with his fingers. When he finally released her from their kiss she had long enough to glance towards the other blanket.

She shuddered but couldn't move. In the light of the fireworks it looked like Cecilia was watching them. Roger wasn't with her.

She would never know that Roger had left Cecilia and was standing just a few yards behind them at the corner of their cabin, slowly stroking his cock as he watched his wife being taken by this stranger. Or that a few hours later in the wee morning hours a restless Roger would happen to be sitting on their cabin porch when an understandably unhappy Cecilia wandered out of her own quiet and sleeping cabin.

The two of them found a quiet spot two hundred yards away before Roger extracted the first of several orgasms out of the distraught woman.

Over the years, similar circumstances provided some heavy petting on Karen's part but it never went past that.

But this was too much. This was Alan!

Karen just sat in the car for a while, allowed herself to track the past few hours, to relive the evening. Those erotic memories were still too vivid, too detailed to ignore. Within minutes she slowly began to unbutton her blouse, then her skirt. Each and every button slowly came open, one by one. She teased her nipples for a long time, ignoring the frantic call coming from between her legs. She was in no rush. There would be time.

Finally, she submitted to the overpowering beacon. Slowly, she slipped her fingers under the silver cloth, softly accommodating a begging, swollen clit until minutes later she came to a huge, thrashing orgasm right there in the car.

She stumbled into the house for a quick shower.

When would Roger be home? She wanted to feign sleep.

It didn't work. When he slipped into bed he immediately began to stroke her soaked pussy. Although she thought she was well past the point of sexual saturation she couldn't help but heat up in response to his touch. Thirty minutes later she lay mentally exhausted from the sensitive beating her clit and nipples had just taken from Roger's fingers and mouth.

It wasn't enough! Karen Spencer needed to be fucked! Her body was still squirming, screaming for it.

Through her frantic searching she thought of Alan.

Just exactly how big was his cock? For all his touching in the car she hadn't explored him at all.

Thanks to you it was pretty big, Karen! After she had left and he went back to his room it seemed his cock wouldn't come down off the hard. He was hoping tomorrow night would be special. For now, he had some things to do. As he worked around the empty motel room he couldn't help but think back on the evening.

What would Mrs. Spencer be like if he could take her all the way? He had already witnessed her come a few times but both times they were by masturbation. Her orgasms had been hard, almost violent. But what if she were responding instead to a hard cock, her reactions accentuated by the warm closeness of a responding male body holding her gently as she was guided from one orgasm to another? Would she not respond in a deeper, more romantic fashion?

Or would it be more like Laura and he?

He had married Laura four years before. He had been out of college for two years and she had just completed a nursing program at a community college. It would be nice to think that Alan Baker had found himself a nice virgin girl but it was obvious from the beginning that she had been around the block a few times, as had he. It didn't bother him that she was, sexually speaking, not only less than a fresh flower but was instead a bit of a wild rose.

From day one the fuck she gave him blasted him well past any of his past experiences. Married within six months, their sexual escapades were like a horse race. No matter how gently they started, how slow they intended it to be, before it was over it was like a competition to see who could blow each other's mind first. It seemed their main focus was to see if they could outlast the other, causing the partner to rip through an orgasm while they were able to maintain control.

It was a fifty-fifty success rate. Sometimes Alan could hold off...sometimes Laura's rapidly undulating hips were too much for him to stave off and sent him into a hard orgasm that didn't just drain, it devoured! Laura was the same. There were times that she couldn't move for an hour after she had erupted furiously at his stead.

Neither complained. Neither thought it could be better.

Then the little mind games started...the little erotic fairy tales. At first it was just a mention of a doctor she had met at a hospital party. She spoke of it lightly during a quiet dinner. A few hours later, in the middle of an unusually slow fuck, he started it all with a teasing little sexual innuendo about "what if?"

Alan couldn't miss the little reaction from her, the especially strong orgasm.

Once again a few days later. Alan mentioned the same guy, this time making the little tale a bit more erotic...embellishing a little.

This time her hard explosion came from his mental teasing and just the brushing of Alan's tongue. It was unusual for her to relinquish her orgasm so easy, so fast! This was getting interesting.

Over the next year it became very obvious that young Mrs. Baker not only harbored unabashed erotic thoughts concerning other men but also was totally open to being teased about them to the point of explosive orgasmic releases. Alan took the cue. Using what little information she provided as reality he embellished, spinning erotic yarns for her in whom she was the willing and grateful recipient of another man's hard cock and lavish attention.

Through his gentle coercion Laura would provide a general scenario...the "who" and where. Alan would then create details.

He knew as well as she that it was where it stopped...that she wasn't about to go outside their marriage. Things were just too good for both of them at home to mess up.

But the games didn't stop!

Not only did the erotic role-playing not stop but it instead intensified. It went from short "what if's" to long drawn out scenarios that became more and more detailed as it was played out each night over a period of weeks rather than hours. The further they got into the little schemes, the more Laura seemed to react. Through Alan's gentle urging, she would sometimes insert little thoughts, her own little erotic desires that seemed to suit her fantasy. Alan learned a lot of things from these exercises but over time something special became very obviously.

Laura harbored a very strong fantasy of being "picked up", a chance meeting in a professional environment in which she was targeted and then seduced by an older man.

It was all fun. It was all very erotic.

Slowly other things emerged. Surprising things.

It was all starting to be an unanswered question.

Alan had begun to wonder. What if? What if those odd circumstances came together? Could his young wife be had? Given the precisely timed event and opportunity would she go across the line?

And if so, would there be any boundaries? Between the two of them there existed such a boundary. But would there be a "no holds barred" situation if it were with a complete stranger in a one night stand?

There was an answer. It was years in the making but there was an answer...and an invitation.

A very special invitation that somehow ironically found Alan back at his old school...and with a very special person.

SATURDAY NIGHT

Black.

Karen Spencer was black!

Black hair, a form fitting black jumpsuit with a gold zipper that went down below her navel.

Patent leather black high heels.

That's what you could see. What weren't so obvious were the skimpy black demi bra and the black gauze thong underneath. The dark thigh high stockings were slid on at the last minute. Of little use, they were all a hidden gift for Alan. Ones of which she was sure he would never see.

Alan was hard as soon as he saw her. So was every other male in the gym. From thirteen to fifty, if she didn't make you hard you were dead! How many men were wondering what it would be like to slowly lower that zipper!!

Alan glanced around. He had been afraid he would be overdressed in the nice jacket and tie but he was okay. There were a lot of men dressed well and all of the females were out to kill.

Maybe it was just Alan's imagination but Karen seemed to stand out, even among the teenagers jammed in the place. The form fitting jumpsuit showed a few pounds that probably weren't there ten years before. Still, he doubted she weighed more than 145 pounds and her height could manage it well. Again, voluptuous was the word that came to mind.

Karen hoped so. At the last minute she had shunned a nice dress for the jumpsuit. She didn't even try to fool herself for whom she was dressing. She was still reeling from the evening before. And she wasn't even sure he would show up.

Earlier, Roger watched her as she got dressed and was more than just sure. He was positive! He took one look at her and knew she was out of her usual self. And he had no doubt the prospective benefactor.

Roger complimented and kissed, telling her to have a great time and to say "hello" to all. Normally he would be there but that night he was going to be a hundred miles away watching a football game featuring a team they would play a week later.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he lightly threw out to her as he left.

She had no idea the little farewell was more hopeful prophesy than just a normal good-bye.

When she arrived she was taken aback by all the compliments, some of them bordering on lewd. However, within minutes she went from doubting to inspired. She looked great and she knew it. What the heck, she wasn't going to be anything but receptive to all the nice comments.

"Mrs. Spencer, you are absolutely, positively the most stunning woman on this earth."

She knew, she heard the voice. Then she turned.

"Why, thank you, Alan Baker." She beamed a great smile.

"You look great all the time, I'm sure. I don't know why I'm so stunned but I am. You are gorgeous.'

The sensation he caused started at her reddened face and raced all the way down that gold zipper. It just didn't stop there. Instead, it ripped right through her tingling pussy in route to her toes.

They just stared at each other. Neither knew what to say. Just twenty hours before she had been exploding on his fingers. What is the lead in, what is the icebreaker after that?

"Would a woman as beautiful as you care to have a cup of the finest punch with a bumpkin like me?"

Alan was perfect. It was exactly, precisely what she needed. An invitation into his life...a request to be near her.

And that was how their evening went.

She could dance with none...school rules. If all the rejected requests for her favor could have been converted to cash she would have left that night as a millionaire. Everybody wanted some of that action.

For Alan, he had to be cool. Although his mind was stuck on Karen Spencer his body couldn't be. There were parents, teachers, and school board members all laughing and having a good time yet well aware of the suddenly enticing Mrs. Spencer. They were more than a little surprised. Normally, Karen Spencer dressed demurely. Tonight, she was damned hot!

Alan danced. He smiled. He congratulated and consoled. He even felt a few really cute asses that he correctly assumed were not only willing but were also expecting. After all, just ten years before Alan Baker was Big Man On Campus with his picture routinely in the sports pages and there were a few cheerleaders from the past who needed to know if having two kids had made a difference.

But most of all Alan watched Karen. She was well aware, sending him woeful smiles ever so often as if to say, "Hey, it's not my fault we can't escape the crowd."

At least that's what he was hoping she was conveying. Not just hoping...praying!

It was crowded. It was fun. It was over. Three hours.

Karen was a sponsor but her responsibility had been to decorate, not clean up.

The gym emptied. Karen stood at her car. Alan approached her cautiously. There were still people about. It was a small town. People saw...they talked.

Karen looked at him but never spoke. She didn't have to. The look on her face clearly asked, "What now?"

"Go home," Alan said softly.

It was like a gentle kick in the stomach to Karen. Not that she had really expected anything but it definitely popped her expectant balloon. At least he might have given her a small good-bye kiss.

What was she to say? She wasn't about to make a fool of herself and she knew deep down he was doing the right thing, doing her a favor. She was married and that marriage was good.

"Goodbye, Alan," she said quietly. Then she drove off.

Life would have been kind for her had it stopped right there.

It didn't.

As soon as she pulled into her driveway Alan pulled in behind her. She got out. He got out.

He approached her without a word. She didn't know what to say.

It was ten seconds before there was any sound at all. When it happened it was hushed, a sensuous whisper.

There is just something so erotic about the sound of a zipper going down!

And Karen Spencer's zipper was going down, as slowly and teasing as Alan's shaking hand could do it.

He never watched the descent. Neither did she. All eyes were on each other.

Finally, something had to break.

"What do you want, Alan?" She spoke so softly.

His answer came out without thinking. Karen didn't miss the honesty of it and it shot straight through her.

"My dream to come true."

It was that simple. A five-word question answered in five words.

A jolt went through Karen that found every nerve ending in her body. She didn't know what she had expected. Not that!

No words passed. Karen reached over on the hood of her car and picked up her purse.

Then she opened the door to Alan's car and got in, looking straight ahead.

When Alan got in he looked at her. There was an unspoken question. She had the answer.

"Three hours, Alan," she quietly said.

That's all they had. He started to drive. It was twenty minutes to his motel room. They didn't even wait that long!

There had already been a very sensuous partial undressing and a few moments of exploration during the drive to the motel. It was strange that once they were in the solitude of the room there became a quiet moment of hesitation, a bit of indecision as if neither really knew where to go with this.

Alan finally moved, taking Karen in his arms and carefully moving her to the side of the bed before slowly beginning to explore with his hands and mouth. Then it took a natural course. There were long kisses, a jousting of tongue and a bit of silence before he stood close behind her with her back to him, reaching around to once again slowly lower the zipper on the jumpsuit she was wearing. Neither of them said a word as her zipper again came down in an excruciating slow movement with Karen turning her head slowly from side to side trying to capture Alan's mouth as he stood behind her and teased her ears and the very sensitive corners of her mouth.

After the zipper stopped and gave way to the shiny cloth below Alan moved around in front, turning her slightly to the right before he leaned over, his lips carefully following the exact path the zipper had taken as it had gone down. Karen closed her eyes and lifted slightly up on her toes, her hips rocking slightly in response to his touch. There were stops to be made during the descent...almost mandatory interruptions of the process.

First, the flimsy black bra that had been exposed, her breasts spilling over the top of the inadequate cups in a vain attempt to escape. There was no way that Alan was going to pass up the chance to explore, to admire, to nibble at the very bulging edges of the black lace before nimbly releasing the tiny clasp that freed the luscious mounds to full view.

Ten minutes. Breasts so beautiful, so perfect deserved at least ten minutes of his undivided attention. Alan kissed and sucked...they even surpassed his most erotic notions. Karen closed her eyes and whimpered, her body moving slowly to his touch, her eyes closed except when she looked down for an occasional glance at her suitor. She could sense what was happening. The swelling of her breasts may not have been as real as Alan imagined. The stiffening of her large nipples definitely was!

Alan sensed her slightly swaying body, her barely audible moans. Every second of it consumed his senses. Just this one moment was worth the enormous effort he had so carefully expended. But as wonderful as she was, as obvious as her response, it was a wistful Alan who knew he had to continue. Three hours. He had been given only three hours and one of them had already been consumed. Unfortunately, time was a definite limitation.

Still, he certainly couldn't pass by her exposed stomach. So sensitive, so responsive to the touch of Alan's lips. Alan could feel and see her well toned belly heave slowly, knew it was something to be captured. While lingering so slowly and carefully exploring her navel with his tongue he reached up and slid the top of her suit off and down her arms, taking her tiny bra with it. His little hesitation was well rewarded.

Even the subtle act of disrobing turned into an erotic happening. The little push of her hips, the small moans that escaped her lips...it all escalated and would be easily detected by an anxious audience. He gave her a few more minutes to respond to his kisses before he lowered both his head and her clothes.

Her black transparent thong was so flimsy, so low cut that it seemed to take forever for his mouth to descend that far. The zipper had already run its course, giving way to the cloth that would have to be lowered instead. Alan took that chance to pull her tight fitting garment down past her hips, exposing her totally from the knees up.