Sandy's Weekend (Female Masturbation and FM 1-on-1)

Sandy's Weekend (Female Masturbation and FM 1-on-1)
By: Huntergirl 34 (huntergirl34d@hotmail.com)

This is a follow up to my earlier story "Recession what Recession?". I had already posted the following as Part 2 to that story, which included far more detail than contained here. However there were two unrealted scenes that perhaps did not belong together so after considerable consideration, I have separated parts of this story. The scene that involved the main characters daughter will be reposted separately.

If you have not read "Recession what Recession?" not to worry this unlinked chapter can stand alone, but if you would like to know more about the main characters, I would encourage you to go back to the original story.

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Sandy, a very attractive yet nearly flat chested Realtor, was feeling the financial squeeze from the deep recession gripping the US Mid-West. She had been dealing with the challenges of the recession, balancing a career, while single parenting a teenage daughter.

Having to liquidate some personal assets to assist with her income shortfall, she has had to rein in her spending and that of her daughter. Now behind on her debt obligations, she is faced with selling off other assets or change the way she conducts her business.

Hope returns when referred to a group of plastic surgeons with investment capital. This will allow Sandy to act as realtor for both the buying and selling, making a profit on both ends of the spectrum. Part of the arrangement with her clients was that she would also receive a management fee for arranging appropriate renovations and/or updates to the properties in question.

As a side deal one of the surgeons made Sandy a special offer to perform Breast Augmentation surgery. After a brief personal struggle with the offer she accepts. Having surgery presented a new set of issues, already struggling financially she had little resources available to carry her until recovered enough to return to work full time.

During her recovery she caught a break, one of her associates had sold a couple of her listings, her share of the commission provided much needed financial aid, avoiding the necessity to resort to further liquidation of assets. Now she had to the end of the month to catch up the rest of her payments.

While recovering from the surgery she continued to pursue her deal with her clients, searching out a contractor, to complete upgrades on their properties. The young woman's confidence rises to the point where she finds herself practicing slight exhibitionist behaviour. A spark ignites between herself and the lead estimator, Steve, which flared into a sexy romp at work.

She now finds that her struggles have changed from dealing with her financial squeeze to a balancing act between parenting her teenaged daughter, Skyler a high school senior, and re-establishing a successful career, while developing a relationship with Steve.

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After leaving Steve's office Sandy remained so aroused that she had difficulty focusing on what she had to do. She dialled her client's office, and arranged an appointment to present her budget the next day at 4:30 PM.

Ending the call she drove straight home and rushed through the house to her bedroom. She had had no idea that she could be so brazen exposing her private parts to the contractor as she had, nor had she expected to be confident enough to engage in sexual intercourse in his office, right on his desk.

Her mind kept flashing back to the sight of his erection extending, beneath his jeans, towards his hip, recalling how excited it made her feel to know that she was responsible for his condition.

Still charged with sexual desires she flung her blazer to the bed and continued straight through to the bathroom, into her walk in shower. After turning the tap on she stripped and stepped in. The hot water felt soothing to her burning flesh.

She had to resist her temptation to mash her firm mounds together, heeding Dr's orders she avoided such action, opting to tantalize her hard nipples instead. Closing her eyes she switched to a gentle caress, while her mind recalled her actions.

Leaning into the wall to steady her self, Sandy took both hands to address her carnal desires. Her pussy continued to ooze her excretion providing a slick sheath to drive three fingers knuckle deep. With her back against the shower wall she bent her knees and leaned forward mimicking her being bent over Steve's desk, only moments earlier.

In her minds eye she envisioned Steve standing behind her as he drove his cock into her sopping slit, just as he had earlier. She imagined sheathing his full length, focusing on how it had felt when his pelvis collided with her, the impact causing her breasts to bounce violently as she slid forward along the papers strewn atop his desk.

Recalling how her breasts hung from her chest and how Steve cupped them in his large palms kneading her plump orbs. It had been a long time since feeling a man's touch, let alone his cock, and she loved revisiting just how wonderful that had felt. The sensations produced from the handling her breasts had been divine. Her visions sent an orgasmic shudder emanating from her womb and washing over her entire body creating a tingling in her extremities.

Although she had just brought herself to orgasm from reliving how her pussy had been impaled it was not the act that she desired to repeat. When Steve's cock had ripped into her ass it hurt, but the pain quickly subsided while it pulsed over and over, pumping her full of his seed. That was what she wanted to feel again.

Dripping wet she stepped from the shower without stopping the water. She went to her bureau drawer and retrieved her favourite vibe, sleek and smooth about seven inches long, and returned to the bathroom. Before stepping back into the shower she grabbed a bottle of hand lotion.

The water felt invigorating as the droplets danced over her, tantalizing her skin. Holding the dildo in one hand she coated it with the thick hand lotion with her other. She then applied some to the tips of two fingers and worked it around her rosebud, eliciting a soft sensual moan.

Sexual experimentation was new to Sandy. She had heard about anal sex when she was younger, but back then she couldn't bring herself to try it. Not only was she afraid of the pain but she had also thought it to be taboo.

Coating her fingers again, she began to probe her near virgin anus. At first the pain was distracting but as she lubricated her orifice the pain turned to pleasure. It was almost unbelievable that she could derive such pleasure from anal sex.

Standing away from the water she bent forward reaching the dildo around behind her letting it rest in her crack. The smooth tip slid against her puckered rosebud. After a brief hesitation she began easing it in.

Her eyelids fluttered then clamped shut; her mouth fell agape as the pain pierced here butt. Finally with about three inches of her vibe inserted the pain began to subside and she resumed her vision of being in Steve's office, bent over his desk.

Flexing her vaginal and anal muscles she mimicked her previous actions, imagining that she was pulling the cock that she had been yearning deeper. Although she had experienced a satisfying climatic finish with Steve's dick in her pussy, it was not the same as the feelings produced from having his cock rammed up her butt.

She imagined the plump smoothness of his cock head tunnelling up her anal sheath. Recalling the fantastic sensations produced when he began to draw back and the rim of his slick cock rippled along until the tightness of her sphincter held him from escaping. Her mind replayed the thrusting into her over and over, as she manipulated the vibe.

One hand working at her slimy slit while the other worked the vibe. Her mind continued to focus on her carnal desire as she envisioned Steve ramming his cock into her balls deep. The intense pleasure that she was enjoying was beyond the vaginal orgasm that she had had only moments earlier.

Water was running over her shoulders and down her chest dripping from the tips of her hardened nipples. It felt like the most sensual massage she had ever experienced. Knowing how sensitive her nipples were she pulled her hand from her slit and began tweaking one nipple then the other. She began gasping with each pang of pain as she aggressively twisted her bullet shaped nubs.

With her finger tips holding the end of her vibe she plunged it in until she felt the tightness of her sphincter stretched around the base. From the pit of her stomach to her toes and to her fingertips she began to shudder. Her hand returned to her crotch this time focusing on her clit as she took herself beyond any state of orgasmic bliss that she had previously experienced.

Focusing her mind on the image of being bent over a desk, with a large man thrusting him self upon her, and finally he emptying his balls into her provided a warm satisfying end to her solo act. The explosive climax that she had been yearning ripped through her.

Her body tingled with ecstasy, her deep and laboured gasps began to moderate. Sandy removed her fingers from her slit and removed the vibe from her sphincter. Turning into the water she washed away the residue of her masturbation. She felt content for the moment; she knew that she had to have Steve repeat these carnal acts.

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Thursday was upon her and Sandy had a lot to accomplish if she was going to emerge from her financial issues unscathed. She had worked at her presentation for her investor clients, checking and rechecking every detail of her budget proposal. Having to present her proposal to her client's and their accountant. . The presentation went well. To her delight the accountant was the one that indicated that everything looked in order. Given the supporting documentation he had no concerns about the viability of the projects. So it was agreed, the three doctors signed a document giving Sandy the authority to present offers to purchase the selected properties.

She was determined to get these deals closed as soon as possible. Her motivation carried her for the rest of the day. By late that evening she had submitted two offers and arranged a meeting with the bank that had foreclosed on the third.

It was now Friday and Sandy expected that she would have to deal with counter offers, and do her best to convince the bank to accept her offer on the foreclosure.

As she stood before her mirror pondering her choice of clothing she took time to marvel over her new form, as she had many times recently.

She saw the swells of her breasts bulging slightly beyond her ribcage; the vision brought a smile to her face. This was something new for Sandy; previously she had never really taken pleasure in how her body looked. She had always known that she had a good figure but now, with breasts that were actually noticeable, she possessed a new confidence and surprising new desires.

While peering into the mirror she wondered how Steve, the man becoming the object of her affection, might react so seeing her in a bikini. Even better, how would he respond to her totally naked body? When enthralled by their act of passion in his office, he really hadn't time to fully appreciate her sumptuous curves.

Those thoughts caused a slight stir in her private regions, her pussy became moist and her nipples began to tighten. She had no time for self-indulgence so she proceeded to dress for the appointment.

One of the new sensations that she was quickly becoming fond of was how the weight of her breasts felt when she bent forward. Reaching into the drawer that contained her undergarments, she retrieved a pair of boy styled lace boxers. Pulling the garment up over her butt cheeks she turned on her tiptoes to admire how seductive she looked. Again she bent towards the drawer looking for the matching sheer lace bra and strapped it on.

Given her appointment was with a male she had laid out a skirt, the hemline resting at about two thirds of the way down her thigh, and stepped into it and again admired her firm toned body. The look she imagined was to be both classy, yet provocative. She decided to skip her camisole and stick to a sheer silk blouse, leaving the top three buttons unfastened.

Her attention to detail did not get past the young male loans manager at the bank. He was mesmerized by the female realtor's beauty and provocative attire. Everything had gone as planned; furthermore she was able to negotiate counteroffers on the other two properties within her allotted budget. Things could not be going better.

To seal the deals she had to meet her clients one final time before the actual transactions could be completed. Assuming that her client's could meet on Saturday and cut the checks for the properties, she would reconvene with the young male loans manger on Monday and financial catastrophe would be averted.

Leaving the bank Sandy took her cell phone and dialed her client's office hoping that the doctors had not left for the day. She didn't go into great detail but she did confirm her success with all three properties, they agreed to meet Saturday to finalize the details.

By the time she had reached her Escalade she was ecstatic about how well things had gone. She had some preparations to make for her Saturday morning meets, the only time she had to prepare was that night; she shared the news with Steve making plans to get together and celebrate the following evening.

After hanging up she looked at the time it was already a quarter to six and she hadn't spoke to her daughter yet so she called home to let Skyler know that she was finally on her way home.

Skyler had learned to cook while her Mom had been recovering from her surgery, and she had become quite accustomed to doing just that each evening for the two of them. In fact the teen had gone from a somewhat rebellious girl to looking forward to sharing time at the table talking to her Mom each day. She had got over her break up with her boyfriend forced by her mother's hand, and had even mended relationships with her dearest friends. It just so happened that these friends had asked Skyler to go out with them that night.

After taking a couple of minutes to freshen up Sandy sat down to dinner with her daughter. They discussed what each had planned for the weekend. Skyler explained that she had reconnected with her friends and a group of them were going out for a coffee then to a movie later in the evening, sort of like a belated Birthday party. The plan was to go back to her friend Becky's place to hang out. Becky's houseguest and their friend Rachel would be sleeping over and she had planned on doing the same.

Sandy was feeling motherly pride as she listened to her daughter explain her evening plans; Skyler had gone from hanging with the wrong crowd to being a responsible adult, just recently turning eighteen. She was happy that she had been able to reconnect with her friends and told her to have fun but to be safe as usual. Her own plans were a slight boring, after dinner more work, then Saturday morning a meeting with her investor clients and later meet with the contractor for dinner. Somewhere in between she had to do some shopping.

Before they were done clearing the table Sandy stated that she might not have much free time on Saturday, suggesting that if Skyler wanted to, she could hang out with her friends for a second night. The only condition was that she wanted to know what the girls would be doing and with whom before she left for her dinner meeting.

Eighteen-year-old children are not kids anymore, and they pick up on a lot more than parents often give them credit for. When her Mom suggested that she hang out with friends for a second night, Skyler guessed that she was looking at hooking up with the Contractor. "Good for Mom" she thought, however, her Moms revelation raised other thoughts that were carried with her for the rest of the evening.

After Skyler left to be with her friends, Sandy sat to work. Surprisingly it did not take her that long to prepare the paperwork for her morning meeting, so she headed to bed earlier than expected. Her daughter on the other hand went to the movie and out for coffee with her friends as planned.

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Saturday was flying past quickly for Sandy. She had met with her clients and was now scouring the Mall shops looking for a new bikini, and something to wear for dinner that evening. The Mall was not her normal place to shop, in the past she had been used to patronizing higher end designer fashion stores. Still on a tight budget she ended up at the Mall not wanting to risk overspending just yet.

Sandy's swimwear collection consisted of a couple classy high cut one-piece suits and a couple Tankini's, no longer fitting for her recently enhanced bust. She had planned on calling Steve to ask if he would care to come by a little earlier than planned and enjoy a cool beverage by her pool before dinner. She wanted to be wearing something sexy to grab and hold his attention.

She found a very cute and alluring, side tying crochet bikini in black. The suit complimented her tanned skin and sandy blonde hair perfectly. While in the change room she found herself amused at how the crochet pattern exposed small amounts of the flesh that a bikini would normally conceal. Each triangle of the top had gaps in the material at the exact location of her nipples. As she began to have thoughts of how Steve might react, her nipples became semi-erect. The thick nubs strained at the material, as though trying to poke through. Looking down to the bottoms, she could see the same voids in the pattern exposing portions of her Pubis Mons.

Although there was a cotton gusset, she would have to shave quite close to prevent pubes from protruding. A quick daydream produced a vision of what it might look like if she removed the gusset. Given the pattern, she was sure that her pussy lips would bulge into the voids. Considering how Steve had reacted to her exhibitionism a couple of days earlier, there was no second-guessing this purchase.

Feeling quite excited as she strolled along the Mall corridors, Sandy noticed a sign extending into the hall just ahead. It read, CLOSING OUT SALE. The fact that it was a shoe store was a bonus. For some women once they are used to having them there are two things in life that they just can't do without, sex and sexy shoes. In fact for some you must have one to have the other.

Making her way into the store Sandy spotted a pair of heeled sandals that would go with her bikini. The base and sole of the shoe was made of alternating layers of contrasting wood, carved to fit her foot perfectly. Once she had her size she slid her foot under the black fabric instep restraint and peered into the mirror. The heel was just the right height, giving her pelvis that perfect pitch to accentuate her shapely figure.

An aggressive sales clerk named Frankie kept offering additional pairs to Sandy. She had gone shopping with a budget in mind and needed a dress for the evening yet, thus initially brushed her off. It became obvious though, that the young female sales clerk may be facing hard times ahead being that she was about to lose her job with the store's closure. Feeling charitable she accepted two other pairs of sexy stilettos, and then offered the young clerk a generous tip for her efforts.

Even though she had exceeded her budget, Sandy moved along beaming with confidence as she meandered through the shops looking for something sexy to wear. One of her new pairs of shoes, with multi-shades of blue turquoise being dominant, matched a spaghetti strap dress that hung in an aisle window. It was a designer clearance slash outlet store, a store that Sandy had not noticed upon her last Mall visit. Hurrying inside she hoped to find the dress in her size.

The shopping trip was a boon of good values. However, she couldn't help but notice how the recession was affecting the local economy. Prominent Mall retailers were closing out, and only some of those vacancies were being filled, and even at that the emergence of new discount outlet stores was further evidence of the deepening recession. Sandy was able to appreciate just how fortunate she was to be emerging relatively unscathed.

As the young mother made her way back to her car she realized that her daughter would likely feel left out once she learned of her purchases. She would have to think of something to make it up to her, but for now she allowed herself to focus on her plans for the rest of the day.

After sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car, she turned the air conditioning on high, blasting her self with a cool breeze while she dialled Steve's number. It was a beautiful hot day, and Sandy couldn't wait to get home and slip into her new bikini and sit by the pool awaiting Steve's arrival.

Prior to her surgery her demeanour around men had been quiet and reserved. Her shyness partially related to being self-conscious about the absence of breasts, intensified by the ridicule that she had once endured over it. However she now felt confident, perhaps Dr. Kent's assertion, regarding her becoming a complete package with the surgery, was accurate after all. Whether it had been her recently enhanced breasts, her ability to overcome adversity, or simply her attraction to Steve, Sandy was certainly beaming with confidence as she looked forward to the rest of her day.

Standing by her bed, she laid out her purchases. The more she thought about Steve's reaction the more her mind wondered back to that Wednesday afternoon in his office. She shuddered as she recalled how she had accidentally sheathed his cock with her anus, while urgently trying to have him re-enter her slick pussy. Unsure if her man would be interested in a second round of anal play didn't deter her from daydreaming about it.

Moments later Sandy was tying her new bikini bottoms to her body. When she looked into the mirror she again thought that the cotton gusset had to be removed. It looked odd seeing her tanned skin through the small voids in the pattern, above her pubic bone, compared to the notably darker patch in the crotch area. Another visible distraction was the short pubes that had fished through the course material.

There was a purpose to everything she did lately, and picking the thread from the crotch lining of the bikini bottom was no exception. She wanted to provide her man a sexy and provocative view of what his reward was sure to be, later that evening. Her only hesitation was wondering if they would be able to control themselves prior to leaving for dinner.

Upon completion of her task she tied the bikini bottom around her and slid her feet into her sandals. The image she saw in the mirror, as she twisted and turned, was quite alluring in deed. Her tanned skin was now consistently visible throughout the small voids in the crocheted material. Studying her image she noted that the hardened tip of her nipples was as distinguishable as they had appeared in the store. "Perfect" she thought aloud!

The focus of her day was almost entirely in preparation to meet with her new contractor/boyfriend, or that is how she hoped their relationship would progress. She again removed her bikini but the heeled sandals remained as she walked nakedly into her bathroom. Final preparation entailed the removal of her pubes.

Sandy had never been clean-shaven before and the idea of it, among other illicit thoughts, had occupied her mind intermittently since making her bikini purchase. Needless to say that she was already in an aroused state when it came time to apply the razor's edge.

Whisking the pubes away had not posed much difficulty, until she had to pull back her slick and swollen pussy lips. Her excitement had caused her feminine sex to ooze from her, coating her with a slippery glaze, making it difficult to get a close shave in the most intimate regions. About to give up and leave the area trimmed she decided to run hot water onto a wash cloth then pad away the slippery residue. The heat that radiated from the washcloth set her pussy ablaze. She had no idea how erotic it could feel to simply hold a hot sopping wet washcloth to her vulva; within seconds she was shuddering through a near breathtaking orgasm. Although she would not have complained about it, she had to reapply the hot wet cloth several times before the residue had been removed enough to get a good grip on her swollen pussy lips.

Finally able to achieve a silky smooth finish she retied her bikini and made her way back to the mirror, where she admired her handy work. With her state of arousal only slightly subsiding she was tempted to finger herself through a more satisfying orgasm, but resisted saving that for her lover to provide later.

After mixing up a jug of Margaritas she made her way to the pool deck and dropped her weary body onto a lounge chair and relaxed in the heat of the day. Reclining to a comfortable position she spread her legs slightly so that the rays of Sun would deepen the tan along her inner thighs.

She must have dozed off, it was after five o'clock when Steve finally arrived, and as instructed he made his way through the side gate and around to the pool. What he found nearly made him forget the gentleman that he was. There was the woman of his desires splayed upon a lounge chair, wearing a skimpy black bikini even as far as bikini's go. The most alluring sight was the voids of the material, which had, as intended, grabbed and held his attention.

He had not announced his arrival, nor had Sandy heard the gate clang shut. His presence unbeknown for now, he took the opportunity to gaze upon the tanned beauty, his line of sight drawn to her crotch as he studied the area intensely. Slowly he realized that what he saw filling the voids in the pattern was indeed her bare skin. The closer he looked the more his eyes burned and the harder his dick became. Having to remind himself of his gentlemanly nature, it took all of his will power to keep himself from dropping to his knees and placing his lips upon what he suspected to be her beautiful clean-shaven pussy.

To help invigorate his will power, Steve took the empty glass that stood by the pitcher of half melted Margaritas and poured it full. The noise of the crushed ice filling his glass was enough to cause Sandy to stir. The Sun's glare made it difficult to focus her eyes. Still in a haze she seen a large man positioned at the foot of her lounger, sitting in a chair staring at her intently.

For an instant she had not been sure if she was still dreaming of her lover, or if she was really awake. When Steve raised his glass to his lips, the sound of ice chunks being swished about in the glass helped her realize what had woke her.

Sandy thrust her pelvis down arching her back as she stretched her upper body. The movement thrust her plump breasts against the thin fabric of her bikini top, her nipples trying in vane to poke through the tiny voids in the material. As her pelvis tilted downward the crochet material of her bottom pulled tight to her puffy pussy lips, causing them to bulge into the voids. That was where Steve's gaze was still fixed; the affect she was having on him became quite evident in short order.

Although he had seen Sandy almost completely naked days earlier, in his office, he had been swept up by a wave of lust and now had little recollection of her beautiful tanned form. As often is the case though, a partially clothed female figure can be more alluring than a totally naked one, and that was the case for Steve at that moment. He simply could not pull his eyes away from the sight set before him.

A conversation ensued; Sandy began explaining what she had accomplished indicating the cause for celebration. Before they were to depart for their evening meal, she did want to go over some of the details regarding the renovation projects that his company would be working on.

There was no relaxing for poor Steve, he had to answer to Sandy's questioning, all the while being distracted as she sat fidgeting in her skimpy bikini. No doubt that was part of her plan to keep him aroused, there would be adequate time to relax later.

As promised Skyler called her mother to let her know what her evening plans were. She and her friends had a girl's night in planned, they had ordered pizza, downloaded a couple movies and were going to just hang out together for the rest of the night.

The dinner reservation was nearing and Sandy stood to go and change. As she sauntered into the house Steve again found himself having to resist the urge to throw himself upon her and ravage her sizzling hot body.

Waiting patiently for his date, Steve summoned the limo that he had standing by. Now sitting quietly, his arousal abating, he again found himself tempted to abandon his restraint as Sandy reappeared.

Emerging from the privacy of her bedroom, the sumptuous woman stood, posing, hoping to elicit a compliment.

Her makeup subtle, her hair tossed, sprayed and picked, giving her that alluring just laid look. The dress, appropriate for date night, a spaghetti strapped mini, the material, seamless stretch Lycra, in Azure Blue. With an open back the crisscross strapping pulled the upper bodice together hugging her curvaceous form elegantly. Her breasts crowned with her puffy areolas, the material just beginning to give way to a more distinguished protrusion. From her long waist the dress flowed freely over the delightful curves of her hips, with a sweeping hemline hovering near mid thigh. The choice of shoes, a cage styled sandal with contrasting straps, accentuated her dainty ankles and toned legs. Yes she was a vision.

From her pose Steve realized that words were expected of him. The raptures of his vision made him near speechless. He stood, his eyes gleaming with love, pride, and lust as he approached the woman who would be his date for the evening. His body language said it all, yet he iterated, "My goodness you look stunning, ravishing even."

Sufficiently content with his words, clutching her purse in one hand, she took his arm giving it a squeeze as she leant into him. Their actions and reactions were synonymous with a pair of nervous teenagers, absent was the innocent adoration. The softness of her breast brushing against his bicep sent a shiver through his body, his heart raced with excitement and anticipation. There was nothing innocent about the gleams in their eye's as they left for their reservation.

A tall slender woman outfitted in a Tuxedo complete with tails held the door to the limo as the attractive couple slid into their seats, the door closing behind them. Although they had been swept up in a fit of passionate lust only days earlier, their actions were not indicative to that reality. With the privacy glass concealing their fervour, the couple nervously exchanged an oral embrace.

Steve, being a patient gentle man, did not want to rush things that evening. He wanted to experience everything that the dazzling beauty that sat beside him had to offer both physically and emotionally. Similarly, Sandy had no intentions of jumping forward too quickly. Although she was becoming fond of teasing her sexy man, she too wanted to get to know him better before re-engaging him sexually.

By the time they arrived at their destination the passionate exchanges that had occurred in the limo left the couple breathless, their contorted embracing, evidenced by twisted clothing. Stepping from the limo Steve slid a crisp new twenty-dollar bill into the Chauffeurs hand, an appreciative gesture for not disturbing them during the ride. Although in stealth mode the gesture did not get past Sandy, who was happy to witness his generosity.

In gentlemanly fashion the large beaming man offered his arm to his companion as they made their way into Binkley's Restaurant. An attractive woman named Amy greeted the couple. One could not help but to remember this woman as she too was a radiant beauty, yet somewhat more conservative than the woman gracing the arm of this handsome gentleman. They were escorted to a warm and intimate area of the facility known as the Wine Room.

Although a perfect gentleman, he was no different than most men whose interest in a woman went well beyond a chance encounter. He was definitely pulling out all of the stops, hoping that his choice of dinning would prove as memorable as the actions that he anticipated would follow.

The focus of Sandy's day had been all about the late night events that she too hoped would follow. The bikini was intended to arouse her man; the dress to keep him excited and no doubt flirtatious conversation would be on the menu. She had no idea of Steve's sophistication; the choice of dinning venues surpassed any expectation that she could have had, not to mention their chauffeured ride. Had have she not already been swept off her feet by this gentle giant, there would be no way that she could leave such attention to detail go unrewarded.

Anyone who would have observed the couple that evening could not help but to notice the spark between them, perhaps it was more of a flaring wildfire than a spark. In any case the couple carried on laughing, eating and drinking, each holding the other's attention, growing closer as each revealed more intimate details of their lives.

Shortly before leaving the restaurant Steve summoned their limo. After a moonlit drive the couple was returned to their point of origin. They spent the time talking; in fact neither recalled ever spending so much time doing that in all of their dating lives. By the time they returned to Sandy's house the night was still young. While both were anticipating a night full of passionate lovemaking they were still in tune with taking their time.

While Steve made himself comfortable by the pool Sandy prepared drinks, consisting of uncorking a fine bottle of Champaign to cap their evening celebrations. In a bit of a playful mood Sandy decided, while in the house retrieving the wine, to exchange her panties for her new bikini bottoms.

It was a beautiful cool evening; the moon lit the night's sky, which seemed to have cast a spell over the couple. Steve had been totally captivated by his hostess and would have been content if the night had ended there, but when Sandy returned she sat the bottle down on the table next to him and slid onto his lap handing him a champagne flute.

"What is this?" asking in a knowing tone.

"Well I thought it only fitting that we end the evening with a celebratory toast, and being this is quite a special night champagne seemed appropriate, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes by all means," placing his glass upon the table he asked, "Can I do the honours?" A confirming nod was given and Steve popped the cork from the bottle, and immediately it began spewing foaming champagne. Holding the bottle aside he allowed the dribbles to fall to the pool decking then filled their glasses.

With Sandy's left arm around his neck, her left breast pressed firmly against his right shoulder, her hard nipples tented out the tight fabric that stretched over her firm form. Extending her arm to have her glass filled, she ground her butt onto his crotch, eliciting a slight pleasurable sigh as she felt his hardness bulging into the crevice, where the cleft of her butt met her thighs.

Taking his champagne filled flute from the table he held his glass to Sandy's and offered a toast, "To your beauty, may it be everlasting; to your troubles, may they be little ones; to success, may your bounty be large!"

In traditional fashion they clanged their glasses and drank. Sandy offering a final toast, "To friendships, like wine, may ours improve with age." Again the couple followed tradition, ending with a passionate embrace as their lips met.

Both had filled the day with anticipation, each having a common expectation of how the night would end. Once their embrace ended Sandy stood, placing her glass upon the table, questioning, "Are you up for a swim?"

Steve was indeed up, but a swim was not exactly what he had in mind. Nonetheless the idea did have appeal, he stated in a playful tone, "I didn't bring my trunks."

"Really, and that's a problem because..." taunting her date as she pulled her dress up over her head tossing it towards him exposing her jiggling new breasts. Knowing that she had gone to some trouble to look her best in the bikini bottoms that clung to her, she did not discard them just yet. Standing by the edge of the pool in nothing but that and her sandals, she waited for a response.

No time was wasted; Steve had flipped off his shoes and was working on his shirt. Seconds later he stood next to Sandy in nothing but his tight briefs.

The bright moonlight was reflecting off the water, and the subtle landscape lighting illuminated the area setting the mood for the events that followed.

A cool night breeze drew goose bumps from their flesh, causing Sandy's nipples to stand proud of her swells. Releasing an appreciative sigh, Steve's gaze was drawn lower, to the dark outline of her bikini bottom. Rays of shimmering light danced across her body highlighting the small voids in the crochet pattern. Mesmerized by her near nakedness, he studied the dark V leading to her crotch intently, again certain that the voids were revealing a clean-shaven pussy.

Kicking off her sandals she stepped back dropping into the deep end of the pool, the water warmer than the evening breeze brought a relaxing sigh from her lips. Eager to confirm his suspicions Steve followed diving into the water. They met along the waters edge, submerged enjoying the warmth.

There was no urgency in their actions, yet both felt their hearts pounding, as blood coursed through their veins heightening their desires. Steve stood forward, pressing his burgeoning hardness against her pelvic mound. Slowly and sensually their arms swept around the other's waist, hands dropping over the rounds of their buttocks, as they drew themselves closer.

The hardness of her nipples met the resistance of his muscular chest, as their bodies were drawn together. Distinct yet subtle stabs dug into his flesh, their embrace intensifying.

Their natural buoyancy caused them to bob slightly in the water, his hardness grazing her mons, sending pleasurable vibrations reverberating downward and inward. Her knees wobbled as she shuddered in the delightful pleasures.

A strong masculine hand continued to explore the rounds of her ass, while another traveled over her hip, to the small of her back, the light caress tantalizing her senses.

Tentatively their hips began a slow dance, swaying in the water. Pressing forward and back as their bodies ground together. The anticipation building to an intoxicating level, finally their fervour overcame them and their lips met, their tongues entangled, they were swept up in mutual passion.

Motions quickened, a feminine hand pulled at the tight waistband of his briefs another slid past searching for his staff, a deep gasp drawn from their embrace.

Pulling his head back Steve held her firmly as he hoisted her up out of the water gently placing her on the edge of the pool deck. Again the cool nights air drew goose bumps from her flesh.

At a loss for words they relied on their body language to guide them. Sandy's thighs parted inviting Steve in for a closer look. Their closeness revealed that the voids of her bikini did in fact expose smooth hairless flesh.

His hands slid up her thighs and over the material, his thumb rubbed the gaps where her skin was exposed. A shallow sigh escaped her lips indicating her approval while his thumb found and massaged her clitoral nub.

Sliding his hand out over her hips he locked his thumbs under the material, pulling outward while his fingers wrapped over her waistband. Slowly he pulled down.

The couple exchanged a soul piercing gaze into each other's eyes, while shifting her weight from one thigh to the next she allowed the removal of the last vestige of the clothing that concealed her sex.

In deed his suspicions were accurate. As the material was drawn along her thighs her hairless slit appeared, the vision nothing short of breath taking. Parting her thighs she exposed herself entirely to the hulk of a man that now nestled between them.

Her bikini bottoms drifted along the surface for a few seconds, slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool.

The intensity of his gaze drew tears from his eyes. Following his patient advance he slowly lowered his face to her crotch, legs parting slung over his shoulders, as Sandy shifted the weight of her upper body to her extended arms, bracing herself for the pleasure that was soon to be bestowed upon her.

A delightful scent permeated from her sex, drawn in by his nostrils as he pressed his lips to her smooth slit. Deep muffled moans bellowed through his throat as he lapped greedily at her ooze, the spicy sweetness of her nectar quickly becoming addictive.

Sandy in her limited sexual experience had never received and only briefly provided oral attention before this evening, bracing herself with her arms, her legs tensed, she drew a breath filling her lungs to capacity. The instant Steve's tongue penetrated her hairless folds; her gasped breath was released with a subtle growl.

Steve's focus was all about giving; giving the woman of his dreams unspeakable pleasure and his efforts hit the mark. She felt a lightness swirling within her, as though his tongue was lifting her off the decking. Her heart pounded in her chest with such ferocity that she felt her pulse course through her entire body, her nether regions more engorged than she had ever experienced. The pleasurable sensations emanating from her womb broke any barrier of resistance flooding her vaginal canal with volumes of her sexual excretion.

Her orgasm evidenced by her fluid centre oozing from her slit, which Steve continued to greedily inhale. His assault subtle yet poignant, his oral excellence continued to ravage her body. Her arms became weak, giving way to the pleasure; she laid flat on her back. With legs splayed wide, her heels hooked over his shoulders, she drew him into her tighter and tighter.

Knowing that Sandy was experiencing an intense orgasm, Steve continued alternating between strumming her clit, lapping at her slit and penetrating her as deeply as he could with is tongue. He revelled in the smoothness of her pussy, desiring more and more of her sexual excretion. Happy with his ability to provide an orally induced orgasm, he was unaware that it was her first, yet suspicious of her intense bodily movements.

Just when Sandy thought the sensations could not become more intense her body was hit with jolt after jolt of pleasure, radiating from her centre outward to her extremities. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with the shock wave that left her breathless. A deep gasp was drawn as her entire body tensed; her legs flexed pulling Steve forward so tightly that he struggled to draw his breath himself.

Finally overwhelmed she bellowed an animalistic growl, as all tension evaporated. Now the only muscles responding, besides her pounding heart and gasping lungs, were the intense convulsions within her overly engorged pussy. Even greater volumes of feminine cum filled her canal, a steady stream oozing from her slit.

It became obvious to Steve that she was totally spent, and he withdrew his oral embrace. Giving her a moments rest he hoisted himself from the water, and lay down by her side fondling her breasts, as she regained normal breathing.

Her eyes glazed over with love, passion and pure contentment, yet her face was expressionless for several minutes. Once she felt slightly revived her lips turned upward and a warm smile shone upon her lover, the first audible word since their acts began, were spoke, "That was simply incredible." With that Steve helped her to sit upright, lifting her to his lap.

It seemed as though Steve's needs were put on standby, his erection now semi flaccid, as he waited for Sandy to regain her breath. He slid back into the water, pulling her with him. The warmth refreshing, yet she had little energy to assist herself let alone Steve.

With Sandy cradled in his strong arms he made his way to the shallow end of the pool, he sat her upon the deck and pulled himself from the water. Finally feeling some strength return, she raised her hands to his briefs and pulled them down his legs.

Stepping from his underwear, Steve helped her to stand and again swept her up and carried her, leaving a trail of water as he made his way into the house.

Once comfortably resting on her bed she resorted to body language to communicate her readiness. Sandy had expected to be the aggressor that night, her desires were to have Steve pummel her anally as she had first experienced while bent over his desk. Now basking in the afterglow of her first oral orgasm she would not trade that for anything.

She did not feel that she had enough energy to provide reciprocal oral pleasures so she splayed her thighs exposing her still engorged sex, inviting Steve to make love to her. Her engorged condition provided a tight sheath for Steve to penetrate, the pleasure that he experienced as her vaginal canal encased his cock was near overwhelming. Determined to provide his lover with yet another orgasm he fought the sensations and continued his slow and passionate advances.

Never could Steve recall such a feeling as the one that gripped his cock. He could feel the rim of his bulbous head ripple along her vaginal sheath as he pulled back preparing to thrust forward into depths that had not been explored for some time. The intensity of his hardness was extreme and he felt he had more vigour than he had with any other woman. His cock head met resistance upon his second thrust, glancing off her cervix had proceeding to stretch her pussy as it massaged the roof of her vaginal cavity.

In no time Sandy was reeling with the pleasure of intercourse and found herself equally as aroused as she had on the pool deck. Her body once again overwhelmed with another intense orgasm.

All thoughts of protection had been abandoned and now the only consideration was to please her man, gaining control of her vaginal muscles she flexed her inner canal gripping his thick hard shaft as it thrust in and out of her.

Rocking her pelvis they developed a rhythm that would soon be broken, by an eruption with volcanic force deep with in her body. As Steve had done for her, Sandy provided him with possibly the most incredible climax that he had ever experienced.

After thinking that she had satisfied her man, Sandy's last thought, before sleep was of her daughter. Totally spent and totally content the couple slept in each other's arms.