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I’d gotten my forty hours in early on Friday and, since we were slow, overtime wasn’t an option.  Because of the extra free time, I stopped off at The Roastery, a local coffee shop, to sit at the window counter, sip coffee, watch traffic, and surf through Facebook on my pad. “Fancy meeting you here,” came a voice from behind.  Turning around I saw it was Pamela.  We had hooked up a couple of months prior during a camping trip.  Watching her in the river had gotten me hard and she’d accidentally bumped my cock when she slipped on some rocks.  She said I was considerably larger than her husband, Roger, even though I’m quite average, and she missed being “filled up,” as she put it.  I’d obliged her that night in my tent and it was a pretty amazing session.  Since then, the only contact we’d had was via Facebook posts.“Well, hi, Pam,” I said with a smile as I stood to hug her.  Oh, her breasts felt good against my chest.  It lasted just a little longer than a friendly hug, I thought, then we separated and sat down together.  “How have you been?” I asked. “Doing well,” she replied.  “I was a little disappointed you didn’t take my bait, though.” The confused look on my face was reply enough.  “On my post about Portland’s upcoming naked bike ride on my birthday?”  Ah, that.  “I said you were always there to save my butt, but you never responded.”  Her lips pursed in a mock pout.  “I was hoping to see you say something nice about my butt.” “I had something like, ‘You’ve got a mighty fine butt to save,’ typed out but thought better of it before hitting the Enter key.”  Her pout morphed into a slight smile.  “It just seemed a bit too familiar to be putting it out to the world.  How would Roger have reacted if he’d seen it?”  I wondered where he was but didn’t ask. “That was probably a good idea.  I’m glad you like it.  Want some more?”  Whoa!  I’m pretty sure my eyebrows went up. “The night in the tent was wonderful, but it was quick and now that I’ve had a reminder of being filled, I want it again, for longer.” I nodded, “So would I.”“Roger’s going on a fishing trip with a bunch of his buddies next weekend.  Just a bunch of guys fishing, drinking beer and being macho assholes for the most part.  I’ve no interest in that.”  She locked eyes with me.  “I want something far more pleasurable.” I pulled out my pocket calendar and checked.  Next weekend was wide open.  “I’m free,” I said.  bahis siteleri She wrote her address on the next Saturday’s block, then said she had some things to do and left after another slightly long hug. Slow time at work is bad enough but waiting for the week to pass knowing what was waiting Saturday was like the last week before Christmas for a kid.  Finally, it came. Not knowing how the weekend would play out, I did all the usual weekend chores that morning and early afternoon, then cleaned up, picked up a bottle of wine that I’d noticed her drinking on the camping trip, and knocked on her door.  No answer, but I noticed some smoke coming from the backyard, so I went around to the gate. “Knock, knock,” I hollered.  A brief sound of rattling, then footsteps, and the gate opened to her standing behind it, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, flip flops, and an apron that said, “This shit is going to be delicious.” “Oh, I’m sure it is,” I said, which brought a moment’s confused look, then a laugh.“This is Roger’s apron.  He usually does all the barbequing.  Come on in.”  I stepped through and she closed the gate.  Their back yard was quite large, a testament to the luxury of older homes.  If this had been Arizona, there would have been a pool.  Instead, there was grass and several large shade trees.  “I’m guessing you like barbequed chicken?”  I made a sound of great appreciation.  It looked and smelled delicious.  Then she took the bottle of wine.  “You planning on getting me drunk,” she asked with a wicked grin. “Hey, how much you drink is up to you,” I replied.  “So long as that fine butt still works, I’ll be happy.”  She turned and stuck it out at me, so I slapped it, bringing a laugh from her. “The chicken is almost done.  If you’ll watch it, I’ll go in and finish up the sides.”  I said I would and watched with great appreciation as her butt wiggled off to the house.The meal was fabulous.  She said the sauce was Roger’s secret recipe, but not so secret she didn’t know it.  Typical of barbecue sauce, it didn’t just wipe off with a napkin, so we ended up at the kitchen sink washing our hands and mouths.  She took a damp paper towel and touched up my short beard and mustache.  As she did, a faraway look came to her eyes.  She placed the paper towel on the counter and began tracing my lips with her fingers. Then she pulled the tops of her shorts away from her waist with canlı bahis siteleri her other hand so she could reach down inside them. When her hand came out, the middle finger was wet and smelled of a woman in heat.  She placed it to my lips.  I opened my mouth and sucked her finger into it, cleaning her nectar with my tongue.She removed her finger from my mouth and replaced it with her tongue.  I grabbed her butt and, squeezing it, pulled her tight against me so she could feel my hardening cock.  Her hands went under my t-shirt and stroked my back lightly with her nails as she began working her hips to grind her crotch against mine.  I tried slipping my hands into the back of her shorts, but they were too tight. She broke our kiss and said, slightly breathlessly, “Come to bed.  Fill me up again and take all night this time.”  Couldn’t argue with an invite like that.  We headed to the bedroom.At the foot of the bed, she turned, held up her arms, and said, “Make me naked.”  I pulled her t-shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, and slid it up over her still extended arms.  The way she was standing really made her tits look great.  She rotated her torso side to side a bit, making them sway.  A giggle escaped her. Kneeling down, I unfastened the button and zipper of her shorts, hooking them and her underwear with my fingers, and slid it all to her ankles where she stepped out and kicked them aside.  Her neatly trimmed pussy was right at eye level.  Damn, it looked and smelled fine.  I had to taste. Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose into those curls, deeply inhaling her woman’s scent.  She placed her hands behind my head, working her fingers into my hair, lightly pressing to urge me on.  She moved her feet apart to open her V and allow me better access.  I snaked my tongue out, slipping between her outer lips, and brushing against her clit.  “Ahh,” she squeaked, tilting her hips to bring more of her pussy forward. I began working my tongue around over that little nub, feeling it respond and swell slightly as her sounds turned to moans and gasps.  She worked her hips against my mouth and her scent increased.  I knew she had to be pretty wet by now and wanted to dive right in, but not just yet. She whimpered as I broke contact, looking down at me with a “Don’t stop now” expression. I stood up, raising my arms above my head as she had been.  Her eyes flashed and the canlı bahis corners of her mouth turned up as she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted.  Being somewhat taller than her, I had to bend over so she could pull it off.  Then she dropped to her knees as I had, unfastened my jeans, and pulled them down along with my shorts.  As I stepped out, I kicked them aside with a great flourish, then positioned myself with the tip of my now rock-hard cock at her nose.  She stared at it for a moment, then wrapped one hand around the shaft, cupped my balls with the other, and slipped it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working the underside of the shaft as she slid down it about halfway, then pressing the tip of it firmly against me, she slid back up until her lips were at the head.  Her tongue worked all over the head and flicked at the glans for a while before she slid back down the shaft, this time about two-thirds of the way.  She repeated this several times as my cock became even harder than before.  I just stood there, letting her do the work.  Damn, it felt good.  I wondered if she’d take my cum in her mouth, but I really wanted to fuck her first. On a downstroke, she slid her hands around to my butt, stopped where she’d been stopping, then slowly pulled me further into her.  I felt the head reach the back of her mouth and slip down into her throat slightly.  Her nose nestled into my pubic hair.  After holding there for a couple of seconds, she slid her mouth off my cock and gasped for air.  Still having a grip on my butt, she grabbed my dick with her mouth and slid it all the way back down again, held it a little longer, then slid off with another gasp.  She looked up at me with lust-glazed eyes.  “It’s been so long since I’ve done that, I wasn’t sure I could anymore.” I responded by grabbing her hair and pressing my dick against her mouth.  She opened and I proceeded to slowly mouthfuck her, going deeper with each stroke until I was repeatedly mashing her nose into my crotch.  She braced herself with her hands on the front of my thighs and matched her breathing to my thrusting. After a couple of minutes, I felt a large dollop of precum slipping toward the head, so I pulled out, grasped my shaft, and milked it out.  When she saw it ready to drip from the glans, she snaked her tongue out to catch it, holding her tongue under the head as I squeezed more out.  She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, working it around, getting a good taste, then swallowed.  “Mmmmm, yummy,” she said.  We went back to mouthfucking for a while, and she milked out several more globs of precum, swallowing them all.

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