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The Bridge Club -- Chapter One:

By Charly

I always found it amusing to watch the sensual way in which
Joanne acted when speaking to Danny.  It was clear that she
liked him a lot, and even more clear that she was getting a
certain sexual pleasure out of the flirtation.  At least
that is the way I had thought of it in the past few years,
as Danny had grown from adolescence to a twenty something
young man.  He seemed rather shy and probably that was the
thing that made Joanne spend so much time with him when we
visited our card-playing friends, Bill and Janet Edwards.
She had a huge soft spot in her heart for strays and
outcasts.  Joanne, now in her early forties, has a motherly
instinct about such young men.

Perhaps she would not be able to call it that, but it was
really flirting.  I saw nothing wrong in that either.  After
all, flirting is quite a pleasurable pastime, and no harm
was being done.  I could see that Danny was more or less
smitten with her attention.  It would be strange indeed if
he were not also sexually excited by her attentions.  More
than once I had noticed a bulge in his pants after one of
their chats.

Lately I had been observing more closely.  I noticed how
frequently she would seek him out during our visits; how she
smiled and touched his arm to make a point.  Or put her hand
on his knee, telling him some little joke; perhaps cajoling
him to find himself a permanent girl friend, the way women
seem to do.

"Oh, Mrs. Williams, you know there is no one but you for me,
don't you?"  I heard him saying.  She laughed and punched
his shoulder playfully.

Danny was not really all that smooth; in fact I thought of
him as a bit rough.  But Joanne  had always liked him and
tried to draw him out.  Actually, the only time I had seen
him smile was during these conversations with my wife.  He
never had anything to say to me, and was sort of clumsily
sullen when seen around town.  Still, he was a big,
muscular, good-looking guy in an unusual way.  Some people
are homely in an attractive way, if you know what I mean.
That was Danny.   Joanne thought he was "cute."

I had also noticed that Joanne dressed a little more
carefully when we were coming to visit the Edwards.  She
always put on her best perfume, dabbing a little between her
generous breasts and then stooping to touch some behind her
knee.  I was amused earlier tonight, for example, that she
showered and then carefully stood over her panty drawer and
picked carefully, ending with matching white panties and bra
from Victoria's Secret and new, very sheer pantyhose from
Hanes.  Since I was the ultimate beneficiary of all this
silky pleasure late at night when we came home, I certainly
had no objection and observed silently.

I watched her with a growing erection as she bent over to
step into the satin panties.  I could just see the plump
lips of her pussy pouting in the crease of her body.  A few
dark curls peaked out sexily around the smiling lips,
tempting me.  She swept the panties up swiftly, too swiftly
for my pleasure, and I watched as they caught for just a
moment as she tugged them over the voluptuous spread of her
hips.  The panties slipped snuggly into place, leaving me
staring through the flat-topped arch formed by her thighs
and the panel of the pretty panties.

My erection grew as she slipped her arms into the loops of
the lacy bra and shrugged it loosely onto her shoulders.
Her shoulders were straight and proud and looked sensual
with the straps of the bra hanging loosely, waiting for her
hands to fix the clasp.  The awkward stretch to reach the
clasp, softened and turned sensual by bending forward to let
the full roundness of her breasts drop into the cups.  I
watched as she ran her hand under the cups and lifted them
slightly as she stood erect.

She turned to the side and sat down on the little bench.  My
eyes took in the pleasure of her breasts, as she slipped one
arm into the leg of the sheer new pantyhose, eyeing its
perfection.  She rolled it slowly down into a manageable
loop and reached forward to begin the ungainly task of
pulling the nylon up her pretty leg. The task was repeated
with the other leg and she stood to tug the roll of nylon up
over the soft roundness of her bottom.  Turning away again,
I watched as the sheer nylon covered the white panty,
spanning her bottom and making it look even more delectable.
Something about the look of panties enhanced with the effect
of pantyhose smoothing and molding her bottom, made my mouth
water with desire.  Somehow, that sight has always been
sensual in the extreme, like one of those beautiful buffet
tables in a fancy restaurant.  I could have quite happily
eaten her right then.

But, Joanne's sensible rebuke had held me off.  "We're
already late; we should go!" she said as my hands slipped up
her legs along the taut nylon and explored the cheeks of her
bottom.   "I think I need a slip with this dress, don't I?"
she said absently, not waiting for an answer.

She had brushed her skirt down away from my groping hands
and swirled across the room to find a crisp white half-slip.
She stood looking in the mirror as she slipped it up under
the dress and then aligned the slit in the slip with the
slit in the dress.  Her legs looked healthy and full as she
examined herself in the mirror, checking how much leg was
revealed through the slit.  Just right, about half way up
her thigh.

"Shall we go, then?"

"You never want to do anything I want to do."  I whined,
half joking.

"You have a one track mind."  Her lip curled in mock
derision.  Women have the upper hand you know; they can make
men shrink back with the simplest hint that our sexual
cravings and peccadilloes are silly or childish or on some
lower level.  We are all considered so macho and aggressive,
but, really, it ain't so!  I docilely followed along and we
drove to Bill's house, a few minutes away.

There were only the two couples playing tonight and our
conversation was happy and freewheeling as the card game
continued.  I found myself paying curious attention to
Joanne flirting with Danny while she was `dummy' and on her
way to refresh our drinks.

"Your play, Jack, we've got your ass you know."

Bill jolted me back to the game.  After playing the losing
card, my eye strayed again over my shoulder to note the slit
in Joanne's skirt as she sat on the edge of the ottoman,
facing Danny.  The taut nylon gleamed in the light, luscious
in hue and contrasting nicely with a hint of the lacy slip
underneath.  Her hand teased her thigh, attracting attention
to the beauty.

Joanne refreshed our drinks and stood watching over my
shoulder as I pondered our fate in the game.  It occurred to
me that she might be a little ahead of herself on drinks
tonight as she wobbled slightly against me.   While Bill
pondered my lead, I let my hand slip secretly under Joanne's
skirt and trailed up the  firm, yet soft expanse of thigh
under her pantyhose.  My hand slipped higher until my palm
was on her hip and my wrist settled against the silken
sensation of her ass.  I contrived to drag the skirt with my
hand , giving Danny a view of the white panties veiled by
the rich colored nylon of the pantyhose.

Joanne stiffened slightly.  I could almost feel her mind
working, realizing that I was exposing her long legs and her
pretty bottom.  She paused though, not moving, not pushing
my hand away.  Bill played, and to my surprise, Joanne
leaned forward to play a card from the dummy.

There was a catch in her voice as she said,  "This one,
dear, surely."

"Ah, yes, sure," I replied.

For a moment, I enjoyed the way the nylon slipped over her
panties under my caress, and then slowly dropped her skirt
back in place.  Surprisingly, I won the hand. But also, I
thought that I had learned something about my wife.

I pondered what had happened.  Joanne had, I was certain,
known that I had exposed her in a way that treated Danny to
a view of panties and pantyhose enhancing her bottom and
lovely legs.  But, she paused a bit too long to be
accidental, and allowed the display to continue.  Unusual
for Joanne, since she is normally rather modest and almost
never given to flaunting her sensual good looks.

While I was certain she knew how I had exposed her, she gave
no hint of it, sitting across from me now, sorting her
cards.  Or perhaps she did.   Her face was slightly flushed
and she was talking a little bit faster than normal.  I was
equally certain that she had enjoyed it, or enjoyed the
thought of the thrill it would have given to Danny.  I
decided to draw her out on this interesting phenomenon.
Certainly, she will never mention it herself.  Our  sexual
play and occasional sexual fantasies were always suggested
by me.  She enjoyed a full variety of sexual activities and
usually was receptive to my proposed "fun and games" but
would never suggest any herself.  She would agree
reluctantly to my fantasy games but usually engage
enthusiastically once we had started.  This feigned
reluctance, of course, made me hesitant at times.

Our sex had become a little lackluster lately, lacking some
of its earlier excitement.  After twenty years of marriage,
some would expect that as normal, but that thought didn't
make me feel any better.  I could use some ways of injecting
excitement into it again.

"Well we made a good showing on that one!  Thanks to my
help!" Joanne said.

Was the double entendre' intended, I wondered, looking at
her over my glasses.  A small smile crossed my lips, but she
gave no hint, no response.  Maybe she had not noticed the
display after all.

The next time Joanne was dummy, she left the table once
again.  There was a large mirror just opposite me and I
could observe her approaching Danny as he lay sprawled in a
chair before the TV.

"We have to find you some nice girl to marry, you know that?
Your mother wants grandchildren, you know!"   It was one of
her standard little jokes with Danny.  "Are you getting
serious with any of them yet?"

Danny's shy reply was quiet and muffled.

"You tell him, Joanne, he won't listen to me,"  Janet called
to her without looking up.  "I'm afraid he will be around
here when he's forty!"

"You feed him too well, Janet!  Why should he move out when
he gets all this service and good food too?"

It was good-natured goading and Danny had been hearing it
from them for a long time.  He remained sprawled in the
chair, legs wide apart, grinning up at her.

But then, she did something that took on a new meaning to
me.  Joanne strode forward and, standing between his legs,
she pointed one finger to his exposed belly button and made
a tickling motion.

"Hey! No!" he smilingly screamed.

 His hands caught hers and kept her from tickling him.  He
held onto her hand.  I thought that I noticed her thigh
pressing against his as she caught her balance.  She stood
smiling above him and let him hold her hand a little too
long.  Trailing her finger out of his grip, she returned to
the table. It was really quite an intimate thing; to stand
between the large denim covered thighs of this hulk of a
youngster and look down on his prone body.  I was sure that
she was fully aware of the sensuality of it.

"Danny, you are such a catch!  I'm surprised one of those
cute little girls hasn't nailed you down by now."  Her face
seemed flushed and a large smile of excitement lit up her
face as she sat down with us.

"Don't be nice to him, Joanne, he'll move in with you guys!"
Bill smiled over at his son.

Joanne laughed and beamed over at Danny with an affectionate
smile.

I stared carefully at her.  Did that flush suffusing her
face mean an extreme sexual arousal?  I thought that if I
could have slipped my hand between her warm thighs right
now, I would get an extremely moist reception.

Bill and Janet waved us away as I backed down the drive and
headed down the street.  My musing over my wife's newfound
sexuality continued.  Or perhaps this was just the first
time I had noticed it.  I wondered.

"What is Danny planning to do?"  I asked innocently.   "Is
he working?"

"It's too bad.  He was just laid off again.  He thinks he
may get back on construction next week, though."  Joanne
stared pensively off into the beams of the headlights as
they swept the tree-lined street.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

"I think they are starting to wonder if he'll ever leave
home.  I guess I would too, if I were them."  I tried again.

"Yes."  She said noncommittally.  "Such a nice boy." She
continued, a little wistfully.

Again there was a long pause.

"God, he's such a big guy now.  That heavy labor has really
built him into a hulk."

"Yes,.. you mean a HUNK!"  Joanne giggled, a little self-
consciously.

I tugged her closer and slipped my hand between her thighs,
caressing the smooth nylon and feeling her warmth.  It was
strange that I could feel my heart pounding, increasing its
pace.  I took a deep breath, not certain what it was that I
found exciting about it.

"Hmmm, turns you on, does he?"

"What?  Oh, don't be silly.  Just nice to see him growing up
so well, that's all."

"Sure?  I thought I detected a crush developing."  I
persisted.

"Oh, Jack, the things you think of!  For God's sake! Don't
be silly."

The pause hung in the air; one of those pauses where both
people are thinking about the conversation.

I said nothing.

"I'm old enough to be his mother, for heaven's sake."  I
could see her smiling to herself, then looking away from me
and out the window.  "You just think everything has to be
somehow.. well, somehow sexual.  I know you.  You can just
stop it."

I said nothing, but looked at her to find her still staring
out the side window at the line of now dark storefronts of
Main Street.  My hand had slowly slipped higher pushing her
skirt out of the way.  We made the traffic light while still
yellow and I pressed my hand further into the warmth of her
body.   The side of my hand now rested against the soft
mound of her pussy.  Her very wet pantyhose  betrayed her
excitement.  Copious amounts of her juices had seeped
through panties and pantyhose.

"I've just always liked Danny.  You know that!  He's always
been nice to me. And respectful."

"Hmm." I replied, saying nothing more.

"Well, he has.  Nothing wrong with that"

Another pause.  I pressed my hand deeper, feeling her pussy
lips part slightly under the sheer nylon.

"Nothing like some of your .. Your transgressions."  She
usually thought of my weaknesses and things she had caught
me doing or thinking at times like this.

Suddenly she seemed to realize what a giveaway the sodden
moistness between her legs was.  Her hand rested on my
wrist, not pushing it away, but easing its pressure.

"Besides, what if I do find him attractive.  What is wrong
with that?  I mean, if I were younger.. and single.. of
course, . well.." she stopped there, looking off again.

We were turning in our own drive now.  The garage door
opened and I eased into the stall.

"I think you turn him on, big time!" I said as I turned off
the ignition.

"Don't be silly!" she said, but I could hear in her voice
that she didn't mean it.  "Oh, maybe tiny schoolboy's
crush."  Her pleased smile betrayed her completely now.
"You really think so?"

She was half out the door, one leg out and the other inside.

"Do you think he didn't almost cum when your skirt hitched
up and showed your panties tonight?"  I watched her face.
She didn't want to admit knowing that.

Joanne slapped my arm.  "You did that on purpose?  Didn't
you?  I was so embarrassed when I finally realized it.  I
don't think he noticed, do you?"

"I would have noticed.  I can tell you that.  Of course he
noticed.  I don't think he took his eyes off you all night."

She prodded me again.  "Oh, stop."  But the smile of
pleasure was impossible to wipe from her face.  She blushed,
and looked radiant.

"Oh, stop what?"  I slipped my hand back between her wide
spread legs and cupped the wet mound in a warm sensual grip.

"Oh, just don't be silly."  She muttered and leaned across
the seat to kiss me.  I slipped my tongue out to find hers.

"Silly?  I bet that if you and he were alone here right now
.. "  I let my voice trail off as our breath intermingled.

"Oh, yes, what, .  silly.. ?"  Joanne breathed heavily as
she pulled her leg back into the car and snuggled into my
arms.

".. Well, I think you would drive back down the street to
the park . and.." I left a blank for her to fill in.

We continued our kisses.  She slapped my arm again, but I
knew I was on the right track..  I felt the heavy fullness
of her breast in my hand.   The fabric slipped softly over
the satin of her bra as I found her nipples hard and erect.
I squeezed gently between my thumb and palm.  I could smell
her scent mixed with her perfume warmed by her pussy as I
slowly revolved my caress.

The garage door light blinked off and left us in the pitch
dark of the garage.

" .. And, I think that our Danny might get a much needed
lesson in sex from a doting auntie.."

"Jack!  Really! Stop it!"  She curled further into my arms
and giggled.  ".. The things you say!  Honestly.  Where do
you come up with such silliness?"

We were quietly smooching there in the dark.  I didn't say
anything more.

".. And?" she murmured into my ear, quietly. Her breath was
warm and sensual, laced with the wine she had been drinking.

"And?  Oh, I thought I had offended you."  I said, showing
no mercy.

"Well, yes,.. kinda. ...   No . not really.. not exactly."

Her tongue toyed with my ear.

"And?" she prompted again.

"Oh, well..  and.. it's your turn.  What do you think would
happen next?"

"You know I'm no good at that.  Don't ask me that.  Go on."

"No,.. your turn .."  Our tongues were dueling fiercely and
she had turned in my arms so that my right hand could cup
her pussy, my middle finger toiling in the long succulent
crease between her thighs.

"Why did you pull up my skirt like that tonight?  Are you
crazy?" she asked as if it had just occurred to her.

"Sorry about that." I muttered.

After another long pause, Joanne said, "Oh, it wasn't too
bad.  It was just a moment, after all.  He probably didn't
even notice.  Too old to interest him, anyway."

"Hmm."

"Don't you think?" she asked and then her tongue plunged
deep into my ear again.

"Ha!  Sweetheart, I am sure he noticed!  And equally certain
that the hard on you started was painful trapped in his
tight jeans."

"He does wear tight jeans!"  She whispered.

My hand slipped under her pantyhose and over the silkiness
of her panties- sensible, full panties, with just a hint of
lace.  Joanne adjusted to make it easier for me to   caress
the round fullness of her mound.

"I know that it is stupid, but go on with your story."

"What story?"  I muttered.

"You know.  If I were here and if Danny were here,.. you
know ."

"Well, I think that he would need a lot more encouragement
to get over his timidity and the fact that you are, after
all, his adopted aunt.."

"Whom he respects.." she added.

"Yes. So? .." after a long wait,.. Well, how would you make
him comfortable to start a lesson?"

Joanne was on her knees now facing me, her kiss hot and deep
in my mouth.  Her lipstick's delicious taste was deep in my
mouth.

At last she took a deep breath and began:

"Well, maybe I would slip my hand into his shirt,.. like
this."  Her voice was throaty and laden with sensual
overtones. "You have gotten such a great build, Danny.  All
that heavy work is doing wonders."  Her words were softly
directed into my ear, and I shivered slightly with the
pleasure.

"And no undershirt.  That is so.. sexy!  You devil!"  Her
hand drifted along my chest, squeezing the nipple, which
always startled me.  Unbuttoning my shirt to the waist, her
hand trailed down over my stomach and I felt her fingers
slip under my belt.  She paused while our mouths devoured
each other in that incredible wet m‚lange that comes of
excitement.  It was almost like those remembered days years
ago.

"Wouldn't you like to touch me, Danny?  It's OK.  If you
want to."  Joanne took my hand and put it over her breast.
I felt her breath grow short and her voice tighten in her
throat, as she whispered.  "There, that's.. So .. nice."

"Why don't you unbutton my dress, darling?  Would you like
to do that?"

She spoke almost as if to a child, and leaned back, still on
her knees, as I began to undo the buttons which ran the
length of her dress.  Even in the pitch-blackness of the
night, the whiteness of her lace trimmed bra stood out
brilliantly.  She thrust her shoulders back; almost prideful
in the way her breasts were presented for his admiration.
The knuckles of my hand brushed against the silky layer of
half-slip over the taut nylon covering her tummy as I worked
lower on the buttons.  Joanne sat patiently, her lovely
breasts prominent, succulent-looking.

Another button, my fingers slipped lower, feeling the
transition from tummy to Venus mound.  Two buttons remained
and as it fell open, she shrugged the dress off and draped
it over the back of the seat.  Her hand slipped deeper into
my pants and she found the head of my cock, which I had
eased around to point up toward my stomach instead of being
trapped along the leg of my pants.

"Oh,.. my!" I heard her say.  "That would be a shock!"

She stepped out of character for a moment.   My hands had
now found both her breasts and I held them like two lovely
melons, slowly caressing their roundness and feeling the
warmth of her body seeping through the cups of her bra.  The
scent of her combined with the perfume came warmly up
between our bodies and filled my nostrils and then my mind
with an almost psychedelic reaction.

"Do you like my breasts, Danny?"

"Oh.. oh yes.  They are beautiful." I said.

"Mmm. That feels nice, Danny,.. nice.  I'm so glad you like
them, sweetheart."

She purred with pleasure.  Having her breasts fondled is one
pleasure she has found irresistible over the years.  Now she
seemed in rapture with Danny's fantasy fondling.

"They are even nicer than I imagined...when I have thought
about you, I mean."

"What do you mean, Danny?  When have you thought of me?"
She urged him on.

"I always looked at them when you visited.. then thought
about you at night.."

"Oh, really?  That's nice too, honey.  I'm so pleased you
thought of me like that.  Would you like to take them out?
To take off my bra?  You can, if you want.  Your hands feel
so good, so gentle.   I love the way you are with my
breasts."  Her voice was hoarse with excitement as she
leaned forward, then caught her mistake.

"Oh, this one is in the front dear.  Here, give me your
hands."

Her breasts felt luxurious under my hands as I struggled
with the clasp.  She helped and the cups pulled apart,
revealing the rich valley between her breasts.  Joanne
slowly pulled the cups apart, like a stage manager unveiling
the stage.

"Do you like them,.. like them, Danny?" she said breathily.
"Do you like mommy's  breasts, baby?"

"Oh, yesssss." I muttered, filling my hands with the wonder
of the flesh of her lovely breasts, the curving underside
filling both my hands.

Joanne straightened and pulled my head, guiding my lips to
her right nipple.  "Do you want to taste me?  Want to kiss
me, dear, dear, Danny?  It's OK, you can. There.  There,
mmm, that feels so nice darling.  That's it, suck on mommy's
nipple.  Mmmm. Yes, there..  Now the other one, darling.
OH, you do that so well!  I love the way you suck on Mommy's
tits, baby."

"Your breasts are so wonderful, Mrs. Blake.  I love how soft
they feel."

"Why don't you call me Joanne, if you want?"

"Joanne, you are so beautiful."

"Mmm. What else have you thought about, darling?  Anything
else?  We should explore all your thoughts?"

Her hand was now pressed along the length of my cock,
pressing it into my stomach.  "Oh, my, Danny, you are so
hard.  Did I do that?  This is so big, so warm."  I
unzipped, and her hand slipped inside and found the panel of
my briefs.  Her hand felt fresh and sweet fondling my cock
with this newfound sense of wonder.

"Does that feel good, Danny?  My hand?"  Her hand slipped
lower, cupping my balls leaving her wrist against my
throbbing erection.  I could feel her pulse through the
sensitive underside of my prick.

"Yes!"  I gasped slightly at the erotic sensation of her
hand as it stroked along balls and cock.

"I love this.  I love your cock, Danny.  I've seen it
bulging in your tight jeans.  Looks nice.  Now I know how
really BIG it is!"

I think my cock expanded another inch into her hand as her
words charged into my ear.

"I love your nipples, Joanne." I said, urging the fantasy
along.

"I was afraid I embarrassed you tonight -- while we were
playing cards.  Is it OK if I tease you like that?"

"Oh, yes, sure.. I like it!"  I reassured her.

"My husband is such a klutz.  He pulled my dress up.  I hope
you didn't see that.  I was afraid you would be embarrassed
by it.  You probably didn't notice, did you?"

".. Well, yeah, I kinda did."

"Oh, no.  I'm so sorry." She said, with a catch in her
throat.  "Were you embarrassed?"

"Oh, no, no, not at all.  You looked beautiful.  I.. uh,
liked it."

"Oh, I am so old, I probably look awful.  I always think
pantyhose can be so unattractive from behind.  Scrunching up
my panties like they do.  I am so embarrassed that you..
well, that you saw.."

"Your panties, you mean?  I thought you looked great, really
great."

She kissed me again.  "How sweet.  Here, feel how the
pantyhose bunches up the panties."  She took my hand and
slipped our hands together under the slip and pressed mine
against the smooth contour of her ass.  There, isn't it
awful.  Feels so inelegant, don't you think?"  I let my hand
be guided back and forth over the expanse of her bottom,
savoring the smoothness of nylon slipping over nylon,
wondering at the joy of her round femininity.  She took my
lips and left me to fondle her ass as she twisted and licked
my tongue with hers.

"Tell me Danny, do you do this with your girlfriends?  Do
you undress them and play with them."

"Some."

"And do they let you.."  she took my hand and pulled it
around to the front, positioning it on her pussy mound,
"touch them here?" she breathed heavily into my ear as my
hand fondled her flooded pussy.  Her panties and stockings
were now soaked with her welcoming juices.

"  Would you like me to take off the rest of my clothes?  My
slip?  My stockings?"

"Mmmm, yes,.. that would be.. mmm."

"Come on, darling, let's climb into the back, OK?"  I
slipped out of my pants and my cock thrust through the
opening in my briefs.

 Joanne clambered into the back seat and I saw her slipping
her pantyhose down her long legs; saw her toss them into the
front seat.  As I climbed over the seat, I saw her put one
leg behind me on the seat so that I was between her legs.
The heat of her pussy was re-charging her perfume and the
combination was intoxicating to me.

"Is this what you wanted, Danny darling?   Did you want to
see my panties, sweetheart?  I can't take them off for you,
sweetheart.  I'm married and you're so young an all.  But
you can touch them if you want to."  Her panties were
luminescent white even in the near dark of the car.  I
watched as her hand passed over the panel between her legs.

"See how wet you've made me?  See how wet thinking about you
and that big cock have made me?  Here, Danny, you can feel
me there.  There, see how wet?  Does that turn you off? That
I am so sticky and wet?  It's your fault you know.  You and
that big bulge in your pants, you always let me see."

Holding my cock, she pulled me toward her.  She scooted
forward and I put my hands down along side her for support,
feeling the luxurious leather of the seat against my knees.
Joanne let me lie on top of her, my cock separated from her
soft warm pussy by the thinness of the panties.  She canted
her hips upward so that my prick lay along the long plump
lips of her pussy.

"There, darling, how does that feel?" She whispered.

"Ohmigod,.. it feels like heaven." I murmured, and meant it.
The soft silkiness of the nest between her thighs was so
completely sensual, I was struck dumb for a few minutes
while I absorbed the pleasure of it.

"And if I did this?"  Her hand went between us, tugging
aside the leg of her panties and letting me touch the open
slit of her wet pussy.  The sensation was instantaneous and
delightful.  Her crease was open to me now, the wetness of a
warm river of sensual pleasure against the vein running down
the underside of my cock.

"We probably should do this Danny, but just for a minute,
maybe it isn't so bad.  Slowly, she moved the tip of my cock
to the entrance of her vagina, paused, and let me slip
slowly into the intense heat.

I was surrounded by moisture, heat, like being bathed by a
large tight hand, full of the creamiest soapsuds anyone
could ever feel.  I lowered myself further, deeper into the
wonder of her pussy, slick and warm.  I felt my cock head
spreading the walls surrounding it, filling her.  The
sensitive end of my cock explored and delighted in the
journey until I was completely inside the tight warm sheath
of her body.

"Oh.. good!" She gasped.  "So good."

We lay collapsed in that way, hardly moving.  Not a very
comfortable position inside a car, of course, but I could
only think of the warm sensation surrounding my cock.  I
moved just enough to feel her react slightly, felt the wet
stickiness where my pubic hair matted against her panties.

"How does that feel, Danny?  Is it OK?  Am I OK?  Is my
pussy OK for you?"  Joanne sucked on my neck between words.

"I've never felt anything so wonderful.  So nice.  So hot.
So .. so sweet."

"Next time, maybe you'd like to taste it?  I might let you,
you know.  If you want to."

I shivered at her words in my ear.

"Oh, darling let me up.  Let me sit on top of you.  Hurry.
Hurry. I want you, want to fuck you my sweet darling boy.
Want you to play with these big tits, darling."

We rearranged ourselves and Joanne pulled her panties aside
and guided my cock once again to the vestibule of her vagina
and then slowly sank down its length.

"Ohhh, my god, sweetheart," she gasped as her pussy found
the firm hardness of my pubic bone. "You are splitting me
apart!"  She began rocking on my cock, and took both my
hands and put them on her breasts." Take my breasts, Danny,
take them, sweetheart."

The softness filled my hands again. "Suck them, dear, suck
them, she urged.  My lips suckled first one hard nipple,
then the other, as the motion of her pussy teased my cock --
fondled my cock -- bathed my cock in warmth.  "Bite, Danny,
bite mommy's tits!   Yes, that's it. That's it."

Her words came in short spurts now punctuated by the rapid
thrusting of her pelvis as it grasped and slid down around
my cock.  I could feel all the little rills and rubs inside
her as she intensified her trusts.

"Go ahead.  Say it."  I said.

Joanne is not very verbal during sex and I often urge her to
cry out, say something, talk dirty, anything, but loud
enough to be heard.  She finally realized what I was saying
it was OK to say.

"Oh, YES, Danny, fuck me, darling. FUCK ME!"

She shouted the last words into the night air.  I felt her
pussy muscles clench around me as the excitement of the
words thrilled through her, raising the level of sensations
one more notch.

I felt her orgasm begin.  She paused, shuddered in pleasure
and began a ragged, fierce thrusting as she completed it.
She held on tightly as I thrust up into her.  My balls
tightened and the beginning of the first full spurt of sperm
rifled up the shaft of my cock and into her waiting vagina.
Again and again I thrust, adding my juices to hers and
filling her completely with my cock and sperm.

"That was nice!"  she murmured against my neck as we
lingered, holding each other closely in the dark.

"Mmmm," I said, in abject agreement.

"The things you talk me into!" she murmured.