Chapter 9
Most people have had the experience of thinking of someone they haven't seen for years and doubt they'll ever see again, and of then running into them. Or they've decided there's no way that that someone could even still be on the planet, and then have had them tap them on the shoulder. It had been so long since I'd seen Cindy that my time with her was almost becoming a myth to me. But maybe my thinking of her actually willed her to appear again.
I was standing on a corner at Union Square, on a beautiful, breezy San Francisco spring day. It was 1984 now, nine years after I'd first met my small, dark-haired soul mate. And, quite frankly, I was giving the eye to a small woman who'd just gotten off a clanging trolley car and who looked a lot like her.
She was wearing a dark red business suit and high heels, and was carrying a briefcase. Viewed from the side, she had the same contrastingly large bosom as my lover's.
Then she caught me looking. And when her eyes met mine, she looked so much like Cindy that I gasped.
But she was Cindy. She was! "Jack!" she called out, walking over and taking my arm, arching her body up to give me a deep kiss. "It's you. Jack!"
She led me to a nearby phone booth where she postponed another appointment, and then we went off together. We thought of going to one of the large hotels on the square, but we settled instead on a smaller, more intimate one just down the street.
I booked a room, and we went up in the elevator. Although our meeting still seemed unreal, we had no doubt where we were headed.
"You're terrible, Jack," Cindy teased me as we rode, and as I drank in the sight of her. Any day with her was suddenly a legendary one.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "you didn't know it was me, but you were going to pick me up anyway." She laughed. "But I guess I ought to feel good about that, since it shows you're still a swinger."
I glanced at her business suit. "I hope you still are," I said.
"Oh, yes," she responded. "Don't let these clothes fool you. Wait until you hear some of the wild stories I have to tell."
We were older now, and our reunion was to be in more comfortable surroundings than the women's room back in Boston. The moment the hotel room door was closed, my petite lover came into my arms. In her suit, she was quite a contrast to my last partner, Darlene, but there the contrast ended. When I took off her jacket, then her white blouse, then her lacy bra, she became just as wild and free.
"Oh, these breasts!" I exclaimed, scarcely believing I was seeing them and holding them in my hands again. If anything, they'd become even fuller and shapelier with the years.
"Do you still like my titties, Jack? Do you?" Cindy squealed, shaking them for me. In answer, I bent down and kissed and licked all over them and sucked her lovely nipples erect.
Then I unzipped her skirt and eased it down over her rear. I slid my hands under her panties, cupped her firm buns, and pulled her humid mound to my hardening cock. She lifted her hands to my shoulders, pressed her whole small body against me, and shuddered with happiness.
"Ohhh, lover!" she moaned. "No matter who else I have, you're the standard. You're the best!"
Still half embracing, we managed to get completely undressed. We were both such voluptuaries by now that clothes were no obstacle. I drew back for a moment and surveyed Cindy's smooth, shimmering nudity, including her beautiful dark bush, and found her the same as always or even better. However, her deep brown eyes were staring frankly at my cock.
"Love is wonderful, Jack," she said. "But for us. the door to it is sex. Do it, lover. Run your marvelous tool up my hot little quim!"
I grinned, and my heart warmed. Yes, this was Cindy! So I led her to the bed, laid her back on the clean white sheets, got over her and buried myself to the hilt inside her.
It was like coming home! I'd dreamed about it, but it was even better in reality. Again her large but perfectly shaped breasts were under me, smooth and white, her nipples looking like ripe cherries. Again I had my hand under her trim rear, even being able to reach through her cleft, tickle her other door, and feel myself sliding into her.
And again, there was our absolutely perfect fit. It seemed to extend to our souls as well, and I was pleased to find, on both levels, that our many other partners hadn't altered it.
"Oh. Oh god," I moaned, being overcome with emotion yet not neglecting to thrust hugely and deeply into her hot, wet sleeve. "This is it. This is reality. This is life!"
"Maybe men feel it even more than women," she panted in reply. "But yes, Jack. Yes!"
Then I rolled over and let her ride me, so that she could be as wild and free as she always wanted. Smilingly, she worked my upright rod with her genitals, taking its entire length in long, slow strokes. She put her small hands on my chest and leaned forward, letting her dark hair and her full, hard-nippled boobs hang and swing. Then she raised up again, her breasts bouncing delightfully and her tummy tensing, as I looked down and watched my manhood going under her soft black fur.
At times, she even let my cock slip out of her, lifted herself way up, and teased her other hole with its tip. Or she sat on my balls and tickled my underside with her glorious pelt.
But when I came, it was inside her. And she came, too, at the same moment. We were still perfectly attuned.
"Oh. Ohhhhh!" I sighed, as my body, my mind, and my soul went out to her along with my surging jets of seed. "Ohhh, this is heaven!"
"It is," Cindy echoed, shuddering, with my pumping rod buried in her as deep as it would go. "It is!"
Just then, a remarkable thing happened. The lamps and the glasses in the hotel room rattled, and we felt the bed move under us.
"I've heard of the earth moving," my lover observed. "But I think that was for real."
I heard horns and sirens outside the window. "It was," I laughed. "Leave it to you and me to come at the exact moment of a San Francisco tremor!"
"Or maybe we caused it," she said gleefully. She lifted her tight sex off my rod and lay back beside me. It actually made a suctioning pop.
"We could have," I replied. "You and I can shake the world!"
Then I looked down to see some of my white sperm oozing out of her, contrasting beautifully with her dark pussy hair. She reached down and played with it.
"We didn't use anything, Jack," she said. "But that's because we kept ourselves safe for each other. God, it's great to have your stuff in me again!"
"Me, too," I replied. "And that's a perfect note on which to end this session!"
Then we got up and showered together, soaping each other lovingly and embracing under the warm spray. We got dressed, and went out into the cool gray evening. There had been no damage from the earthquake, but people were jittery. We weren't, though, because of what we'd just shared.
Famished from the sex, we found a romantic little Italian restaurant with wicker bottles and checked tablecloths. There, in the candlelight, we did some catching up.
I told Cindy what had happened with me since her phone call a couple of years before, mainly my getting out of the service and my experiences with Darlene. Then she filled me in in detail on her own sexy life.
"You know, travel is an aphrodisiac," my dark-haired lover began. "And, as you know, I travel a lot on my job. I've even done it on airplanes, Jack.
"My first time was with a male co-worker. We were having an affair and were planning to have sex at our destination. But we just couldn't wait! .
"It was a night flight, and he led me down the aisle past the other, sleeping passengers. We went into the rest room and locked the door behind us. Lifting me up onto the counter, my lover raised my skirt and lowered my panties. I reached down, grabbed my snatch, and massaged it until my juices were flowing freely. I closed my eyes, threw back my head, and began to pant with arousal.
"When I looked down again, my partner had unzipped his pants, freeing his rod. It was long, thick, and hard, a real woman pleaser. Just the sight of it, throbbing and pointing right at my quim, made me gasp with delight. On the counter, I wiggled my tail invitingly.
"He put on a rubber, and the next instant he was inside me. His big cock felt wonderful in my cunt, making waves of joy spread through me. I knew that men loved my tightness and the way my petite body moved. I squealed and writhed as he stood there and levered his tool powerfully into me.
"I wrapped my legs around him and hugged him with my silky thighs. Practically tearing open my blouse and unhooking my bra in front, I bared my big breasts and lifted them in my hands. He bent down and kissed them even as he balled, sucking at my hard red nipples. I was so turned on by then that I could hardly believe it. I let go completely, and the next moment I felt a liquid rush between my legs.
'"Oh. Ohhh!' I squealed as I came. 'Oh, you stud!'
'"It's better in the air, isn't it?' my friend inquired, as I sat there with his cock still up me and my bare chest heaving. 'Something to do with the pressure.'
'"Oh, yes,' I replied. 'But you didn't get yours yet. Let's go on!'
"Then he pulled out and sat down on the seat, with his throbbing pole standing straight up. Giving another squeal of delight, I got my butt down off the lavatory counter and practically jumped onto him. As he squeezed my buns and played with my big tits again, I held onto his shoulders and rode him like a real cowgirl. I rapidly raised and lowered my hot, wet pussy on his rod, making him sigh deeply. I took it as far up me as I could, using my inner muscles to seize it.
"In the process, I came once more. And, in the rarified air, it was with an orgasm the like of which I'd seldom felt before. My head swam, my flesh tingled exotically, and strange visions went through my head.
"Still I concentrated on my partner. When I felt him about to come, I lifted myself off him, pulled off his rubber, and pressed my fingers on the base of his pulsing cock. Then I watched in fascination as he shot jet after vertical jet of hot white stuff. Again, the lack of oxygen seemed to make even watching a fantastic experience.
'"Oh. Oh god, lover!' he shouted. 'You do it like a dream. This whole thing was like a dream!'
"We cleaned up the rest room, got ourselves together and went back to our seats. And ever since, I've done it on airplanes every chance I get."
"I'll bet you've done it everywhere," I told Cindy as we sat in the Italian restaurant in San Francisco.
"Not quite everywhere, Jack," my dark lady laughed. "But there was one time on a train.
"It was with the same guy," she went on, without a break in the sexy narrative. "His hobby was model railroading. He also liked movies from the 1930s and 1940s because they were of the same period as the trains. In fact, he liked me to dress up like the women of those times, in a low-cut dress with a lacy bra, panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels. He said women looked more mysterious and sexy like that, and I agreed. It made me feel sexier, too.
"One night, when he was running his model trains, he had an idea. 'I always like to imagine I'm riding in one of those Pullman cars,' he said, 'and that I'm making love with you. Let's do it for real! We'll get a roomette and take an overnight trip.'
'"Sounds good to me,' I replied. T like your fantasy, too.'
"The next Friday evening saw us pulling out of the station, sitting back and enjoying a gourmet supper we'd brought along. As the sun set over the hills, we had chilled lobster and white wine and we got into a romantic mood. When it got dark, we even lit a candle.
"Then my lover turned to me and nuzzled my ear and my neck. I tilted my dark head back, closed my eyes, arched my body and sighed deeply. He went on to reach inside the sexy black dress I was wearing and to fondle my big, hard-nippled breasts. He unzipped me, unhooked my bra, laid me bare to the waist and caressed my smooth, naked flesh.
"After that, I stood up and, with a wanton wiggle, got out of my dress. That left me in a black garter belt, with matching stockings and high heels. As a surprise for my lover, I hadn't worn any panties, and he gasped when he saw my exposed muff.
"He grabbed my firm buns, pulled me to him where he sat, and buried his face in my soft, dark fur. I was really wet by then, and he stuck his tongue in my slit and lapped up my honey. I shuddered and moaned and ran my fingers through his hair.
"He got to his feet and quickly stripped down too, his engorged cock springing out at me. I pressed my hot body against him, moving up and down so that his manhood was rubbed by my sleek belly and my swelling breasts. Then I knelt in front of him, got my mouth on his cock and licked his turgid length.
"That was enough foreplay for my friend, and he urged me toward the train seat. But first I peeled off my garter belt and stockings, while putting my high heels back on. Now, when I lay back and spread for him, there was the sexy contrast of my naked white flesh with my black heels, my head hair, and my dark, humid bush.
"With a wonderful shock, he got over and in me and began thrusting. It was as fantastic as we'd imagined, balling there on the moving train. Not only did it take us back to a more romantic time, the motion of the car also combined with that of his strong rod and my humping hips to give us a marvelous ride.
"He pumped me slowly and tenderly, taking me higher and higher. I hugged him with my legs and lightly dug my heels into him, which made him harder still.
'"Oh, lover!' he sighed deeply. 'This is my fantasy made real.'
'"Oh, yeah!' I moaned in return. 'You can take me on a train ride anytime!'
"Then I came, bucking my mound up at him, thrashing around and beating my hands on the seat. I felt like an old-time locomotive as I climaxed powerfully. He started thrusting frantically, and in a moment he went off too, his iron-hard rod putting out a steaming hot load.
"We made it twice more that night before we went to sleep. We almost forgot to get dressed before we pulled into the station in the morning. Then we had a sexy weekend at our destination, including some stationary screwing in an old luxury hotel. And on Sunday night, we boarded the train to ball our way back home!"
"Don't you ever do it in one place?" I smilingly asked Cindy when she'd completed that tale. We had long since finished our delicious meal, and were into a second bottle of wine.
"Why, yes, I usually do it here, Jack," she replied scandalously, glancing down between her legs. "But I know what you mean. I am based here in northern California, and something very interesting happened on my home turf just last month.
"One day a male co-worker and I had to go to an old, deserted warehouse to get some company records out of storage. The place was dark and damp, and we finished our job quickly. But while we were working, we'd become aware of a chemistry between us. Whenever he touched my arm I shivered, and not from the dampness. When his knee contacted mine, I felt a tingle in my crotch.
"Then we looked into each other's eyes, and that did it. We embraced and kissed, his hands stroking me through the thin yellow dress I was wearing. He cupped my big breasts, then moved to my firm round buns, then slid his fingers down my flat tummy to my warming mound. As we got hotter and hotter, he raised my skirt and pushed my panties aside to feel up my slick wet seam. In turn, I unzipped the pants of his business suit, reached in, and hauled out his throbbing dong.
'"We're going to make it, aren't we?' he panted.
"'Yes,' I replied. I was shuddering and breathing heavily, too. 'Right here in this musty warehouse, right now!'
"There was a packing crate nearby, so he took off his suit coat, spread it out, and had me sit on it. I hitched up my skirt, slipped off my panties and tossed them aside. When I spread my creamy thighs and showed him my pink, dark-furred snatch, he sighed with pleasure. But he didn't look at it for long. He got a condom, stepped right up and plunged his hard cock into me.
"Our sex-drunk eyes met again as he slid his strong rod into my slippery groove. I totally lost control, wriggling around, tensing my tummy and my behind. I even unbuttoned my dress and popped my big tits out of my bra for him to watch and hold while he drilled me. He was a good lover, and he gave me an incredible time.
"I came, hugging him with my bare legs and shrieking so loudly that it echoed in the dark warehouse. He came as well, withdrawing to finish himself with his hand. He pulled off his rubber and shot his stuff all over his suit coat in his haste. I liked that, since I'd always had a fascination with the down-to-earth details of the act.
'"Oh, damn,' he gasped. 'That was incredible. We did it. We did it right then!'
'"For sure,' I replied, my twat still feeling wonderful. 'I love working alone with you!'
"Then we got cleaned up and went back to the office as though nothing had happened between us. It took some doing to get his cum and my juice off the inside of his coat, but we succeeded. Still, he'd have a stain to remind him of our sudden encounter. And I couldn't think of a more pleasant stain to have.
"The next night, we went out on a real date, as if to make up for our first time. In contrast to the old warehouse, we went to an expensive restaurant, a show, and then to his luxury condo. There, we got totally naked, that sexual chemistry we'd felt now passing directly from flesh to flesh. We made it all night on clean white sheets, my big breasts aching with pleasure and my hot, wet snatch orgasming again and again.
"But I still have a soft spot in my heart for that packing crate," Cindy concluded. "In fact, I can feel it on my butt even now!"
"You're so incredibly promiscuous," I told my dark-haired lover. "But I was the first to know that, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
She leaned across the restaurant table, her breasts swelling and her brown eyes smiling. Somehow, maybe because she was so honest about her drives, she was also pure. Cindy was amoral, and that was good.
"I know I'm a nympho, Jack," she said. "I'm just so, well, hot. Sex is always in the back of my mind, and more often in the front of it! And I'm wet between the legs more often than you'd believe."
She paused. "Maybe I have more hormones than other women. And maybe I'm meant to make up for those who have fewer. All I know is that I have sex thoughts, and I think it's a sin not to make them real."
I was moved by her statement. And my cock was dripping just from listening to her; she'd made me almost ready myself. Damn, it was great to be with Cindy again.
But she was already into another tale!
"There was a man I called on in connection with my job," she said. "He was shy, but I knew he'd be responsive if given half the chance. One thing I love to do is to free up such types.
"So one day, when he was looking over some papers I'd brought, I walked around behind his desk chair, put my arms over his shoulders and my head next to his, and pointed out the details. My big boobs were pressing his back.
'"That felt good,' he said when we were done.
'"Oh, well,' I laughed. 'I've never seen anything wrong with being friendly!'
"That encouraged him to ask me out for a drink after work. In the bar, I let my knees touch his under the table. I knew he'd be getting a hard-on. When I felt the time was right, I suggested that we move on. We wound up at my place, all ready to go.
"We were on each other like we were in heat. There was nothing like a long, slow warming to make two people boil over. His shyness had evaporated like steam. We embraced and groped, discovering the new delights of each other's body. My big breasts pressed his front, and his hard cock pushed against my flat tummy. Our hot mouths met, and our tongues played together.
"Then he unbuttoned my jacket and blouse and unhooked my bra in front, baring my knockers. He seemed to like their heavy round shape, their smooth white skin and hard, perky nipples. He lifted them in his hands and bent down to nuzzle them as I sighed contentedly.
"He went on to relieve me of all my clothes. Now that I had him going, I let him do the sexy work. He reached between my thighs and cupped my dark-furred quim, finding it wet and ready. I threw back my head, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moaned softly.
"He unzipped his fly, letting his manhood spring out and upward. While he shucked off his clothing, I played with his rod, panting with excitement. I knelt down and sucked at it, then stood up again and rubbed its tip in my furry nest.
"Then I led him to the bedroom by his cock, and I lay back on the sheets and spread my legs. As usual, my big tits were standing up proudly, adding to the sexy invitation I was giving him.
'"Come fuck me now,' I purred, running my hands over my smooth, naked flesh. 'And you'll find out just how friendly I can be!'
"But he surprised me by asking me to turn over and get up on my hands and knees. He'd been shy, but now he was a real dynamo. I did what he wanted, and he knelt behind me. Holding on to my trim waist, he slipped his rigid tool right into my hot, tight box.
"He thrust slowly and deeply, making it last. I returned his rhythm, rocking sensuously back at him. Soon, though, I found out just why he wanted me in that position. He wanted to see what my tits would do!
'"Oh, your breasts!' he exclaimed. 'Damn, how they move. They hang so heavily, and they swing out to your sides. Look how your hard nipples point straight down. You're such a small, slim woman that your big boobs are like the tail wagging the dog!'
'"Gee, thanks,' I replied. 'No, seriously, if you like what I've got, that's fine. After all, I do like your big cock!'
"We kept on like that for a long time. I even made my tits move more for him, swinging my upper body and shuddering so that they'd quiver. But some of that shuddering was because I was tremendously turned on. He liked me, and just as importantly I liked myself. I arched my silky back, tossed my dark hair, and abandoned myself to pleasure.
"Then I came, biting my lip and putting out a flood of juice around his plunging rod. But before he shot off too, he pulled out of me. While I wondered what he was doing, he moved around and knelt in front of me instead. I decided he wanted me to suck him to a finish, but it was more than that. Suddenly he laid his rubber-clad dick in my hair and began thrusting again.
"He was fucking my head! I'd never seen anything like it, and I don't know where he got the idea. Maybe he was a hair fetishist. At any rate, he came soon, leaving me forever convinced of the truth of the old saying, 'Different strokes for different folks.' He'd been so shy to begin with, and then that!
"So those were a few of my experiences, Jack," Cindy said across the restaurant table. She smiled mischievously. "I hope I haven't bored you."
"You're joking," I replied. "Not only have you done it everywhere; you've done it every which way." I briefly told her Darlene's story of having laid four guys in one night. "In your case, lover," I concluded, "it was a serial orgy, but it was still an orgy for one!"
"Yes, Jack," Cindy agreed. "But let me tell you just one more story; one with a slight difference.
"I was at a company meeting at a resort in the Caribbean. There was a guy there who was really coming on to me, idolizing my face, my body, my whole personality. I heard him talking about me to his buddies in worshipful tones. Given that, and the fact that he looked great to me, too, it seemed a matter of course that we'd wind up in bed together.
"But there was a problem. The guy had gotten married only a few months before! He loved his wife, and his instant attraction to me was an example of colossally bad timing. Nor did I want to be a home wrecker, whatever else I might have been.
"It just didn't make sense for us to have an affair. Still, we had to do something to satisfy our strong natural urges. And it all came to a head when we met on the beach one day.
"I was wearing a tiny bikini, with only strings and a patch of cloth below and with the top barely covering my nipples, showing almost all of my huge round tits. The guy practically salivated when he saw me, and I could see his cock get hard in his trunks.
"'C'mon,' I said, leading him to a private cabana. 'We'll do something about this, at last.' I paused, seeing the guilt in his eyes. 'But not what you think!'
"Once we were alone together, I took off my top. He went absolutely wild when he saw my naked breasts, which are so big compared to the rest of my trim little body. He reached out his hands and drew them back, but then seemed to decide that a little touching wouldn't hurt. So he went all over my burgeoning tit-flesh, playing with my hard nipples and bending down to kiss them.
'"Oh. Oh god,' he sighed. 'This is just too good to be true.'
"Then I got bottomless, too, baring my round little rear and my dark muff. He stroked me there as well, his eyes showing his intense appreciation. When I thought he was ready, I pulled down his trunks, getting him naked as well. His just-married rod sprang into my waiting hand, long, thick, and very hard.
'"Oh god, are we going to do it?' he asked. T shouldn't be unfaithful, but we've gone too far to turn back.'
'"We're not going to fuck,' I told him. I led him to a bench and sat down next to him while he looked at me curiously. 'But we're not turning back, either!'
"At that, I began stroking his upstanding manhood, from its head to its shaft to its sensitive base, expertly and lovingly. In turn, I encouraged him to reach between my satiny thighs and to finger my hot wet slit, paying special attention to my joy button. We began sighing and moaning, really getting into it with the rest of our sexy bodies, too, not to mention our lustful minds. Soon we were panting and straining, on the verge of a massive and fulfilling come.
"It was like old-time necking or petting, and it was fabulous. We were naked, but we'd stopped short of fucking, and yet we were about to get off. After all the out-and-out sex I especially had had, the innocence of the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on. It was really almost better than tucking!
"Then I came, squirming wildly around, working my Creaming quim on his finger. 'Oh. Oh, yeah!' I squealed. 'There's more than one way to do it!'
'"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhh!' he echoed, as I stroked his rod faster and faster. He used his other hand to squeeze one of my great big boobs while he exploded with jet after long jet of hot white stuff.
"Afterward, we put on our swimsuits and went back out on the beach as if nothing had occurred. And it hadn't, in that he could still tell his new bride he hadn't had his cock in another woman, even in her mouth.
"But, while our sexual tensions had been relieved, we didn't stop there, and yet we didn't go any farther. During the rest of the company meeting, we jacked each other off, or sometimes ourselves, with the other watching, at least a dozen more times!
"So maybe that's a fitting end to my stories, Jack," Cindy said as we got ready to leave the restaurant in San Francisco. Luckily, our table was in a secluded corner, or else the other diners would have gone crazy listening to her explicit accounts.
"It is," I told my dark-haired lover. "Leave it to you to describe all that sex, and then to cap it off with a non-fuck!"
"But we won't cap it off like that," she purred as we went out into the cool, romantic night. "I want to go back to the room and ball my brains out."
"Me, too," I agreed, watching her sensuous walk and thinking about our first time years before in Boston. "You don't have to tell me stories to make me hot for you!"
So we walked along, our thoughts blending as was our mystical way, reflecting on our long, on-and-off affair. Would we ever get together for keeps? Or was the best part the fact that we didn't?
With those thoughts, we reached the hotel. And, though there wouldn't be an earthquake this time, we undressed for what would be our best encounter of all.