A Special Weekend With Alexis

Literotic asexstories – A Special Weekend With Alexis by RogerK,RogerK
It was one of those magical times that so rarely happen. Alexis and I finally had some time together alone. Both our families and significant others were safely tucked away for the weekend, the whole weekend. It was magical because we would actually have an extended period of time alone together.

Alexis is my twenty-four year-old virgin girlfriend. I am a fifty-six year-old law professor, married for thirty-two years. I also have a private criminal defense law office where Alexis and I usually meet. Alexis and I have been having this very sexual relationship secretly for almost two years. Secrecy was necessary because of my wife and family as well as Alexis’ boyfriend and her family.

Alexis is a trial advocacy student of mine; we spent too much time too close together, and one thing led to another. She is, at least in my mind, ravishing. She is tall with a good figure, large firm breasts, a narrow waist and long shapely legs. She has a long mane of heavy, wavy, dirty-blond hair. She does not have a classically beautiful face, but she does have intense blue eyes and a killer smile. She is very conservative by nature in her clothing and her behavior. She is also very self-confident. Thank goodness she has the self-respect to distain tattoos, body piercing and other attention-getting body decor. Generally, she is aloof from the pranks of her less mature classmates. She also doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me.

Life has been kind to me. I grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, private school, country club, summer camp, beach houses, Gucci loafers, debutante parties and absolutely no direction in life. After college, and still without direction, I got into a top ten law school where I spent three years absorbing as much knowledge in class as I could without actually opening a book. Now, thirty-some years later, I have developed my own niche in the world, a criminal defense trial lawyer and professor of trial advocacy. I am real good at it. It comes easily to me.

I got married while in law school. My wife’s family was also wealthy, and when her parents died, she became the beneficiary of several substantial trust funds. I love her and care for her very much, but over the last thirty years, her interest in sex has dwindled completely. In spite of that, our financial, personal and social lives are so intertwined that even during our worst arguments, divorce was never a realistic thought. For the most part, I have been faithful, but recently, I have become increasingly aware of my own advancing age and the increasing unavailability of the bright and tender young things that fill the halls of the law school. I have become almost obsessed with the reality that young beautiful women have no interest in sharing themselves with me.

I am not the handsome older-stud-type with silver hair and a great tan you see on daytime TV. I don’t take very good care of myself. Well, actually I take very good care of myself, if you count being overly self-indulgent as “taking good care”. I drink too much bourbon and wine, smoke very strong handmade cigars, never exercise, unless you call sailing exercise. In spite of that, I have all my hair, with only a little grey at the temples, and no wrinkles. My aging contemporaries complain I haven’t aged in the last fifteen years. I am a little overweight, but that is well hidden by custom tailored suits and trousers.

In my private practice, I try a lot of cases, all are criminal defense. I win most of them. That has given me somewhat of a dangerous, but useful, reputation. My fees are high and my clients struggle to make sure I get paid. My students are quite successful in mock trial competitions on a regional and national level, and they get very good offers from big litigation firms when they graduate. Accordingly, competition among students to get into my trial advocacy program is fierce, but that doesn’t necessarily depend just on grades and class rank. My students are hand picked for their personality, ability and presence.

My wife and twenty year-old daughter accuse me of being arrogant and intimidating, especially to the young men who buzz around my daughter like honey bees. I probably am; I do not suffer fools lightly and I will not tolerate second best for her. God forbid that she should end up with someone like me. Then again, I couldn’t be that bad though; all of her girlfriends flirt with me and hug me whenever they see me. I guess they enjoy attracting the attention of someone who scares the piss out of their boyfriends.

I guess Alexis was first attracted to me because I was her mentor in law school. She is exceptionally bright and will become a gifted trial lawyer. I even had her assist me with a lengthy murder trial. I didn’t really need any help, but I enjoyed having her near me and whispering in her ear during trial. Everyone else thought I was just conferring on strategy, I was really whispering to her that I wanted to kiss her breasts or lick her pussy. That drove her nuts and made her a little miffed at me. With no real experience, she was struggling to pay attention and learn. I disrupted her concentration. She has not yet learned to think on multiple levels at the same time. She will learn. When she does, she will be formidable.

I guess my affair with Alexis first started with hugs of support and congratulations at her successes in mock trials. Then, she seemed to be finding excuses to be around me, to visit my office at school. Each time there were hugs. I really looked forward to that; it wasn’t everyday that I had a pair of the world’s most perfect breasts thrust hard against my chest. Eventually, she made an appointment to visit my private office on what seemed to me like an obvious and flimsy pretext. I made sure it was after-hours and that my secretary would have left for the day. Considering the nature of my practice and clientele, I am not in the habit of hugging people in my office, particularly in front of my secretary.

When Alexis arrived, she looked very sporty in a striped boat neck blouse and khakis. She actually wore Weejun penny loafers, with pennies in the slots. I hadn’t seen a woman wear those in years. My wife wore those when we met in college in the late 60’s. They were considered old fashioned and very preppie, as in went to prep school, even back then. It gave me a nostalgic moment before I focused on Alexis.

I sensed that she was uneasy so I offered to rub her shoulders. Few women can turn having their shoulders rubbed by a friend or lover. I didn’t know it then, but that is very erotic for her. After a few moments, she turned and hugged me tightly for quite a while. I enjoyed feeling her firm young breasts pressed against me. I backed away slightly. Our faces were very close. Our lips were only a few inches apart. I was nervous as hell. I mean, I may be a cocky trial lawyer, but I was also a middle-aged man and certainly not the usual fare for smart and very attractive young women. Also, I can’t stand the idea of personal rejection or, even worse, being thought of as an old fool. Trembling with desire and expectation, I threw caution to the wind; chances like this were not going to come my way very often.

Very softly, I asked, “May I kiss you?” Even softer, she replied, “Yes.”

We kissed, softly at first, then she backed off and said, “Oh, my God! I can’t believe I just kissed a married man.”

I kissed her again, this time she kissed me back hard, with a growing passion. My heart was pounding. Our bodies were together. Her pelvis was pressed against mine, her thighs were pressed against mine. I reached up and felt her breast. She didn’t flinch. Through the fabric of her shirt and bra, I could feel her nipple begin to harden. I scratched at it with my fingernail. I felt it harden even more. Alexis gave a deep gasp and held me tighter against her. Then, in a really bold move, I put my hand under her shirt and around her back and with a quick pinch of my fingers, her bra came undone. Some things are like riding a bicycle, once you learn the one-hand bra release technique, it is never forgotten. Thanks to a fine misspent youth, I was back in the game. I reached around to her front and gently cupped her naked breast with my hand. There is a thrill that comes with the first touch of a perfect breast. It made me breathless.

I pulled her shirt and bra over her head, leaving her naked to the waist. Her breasts were magnificent, truly magnificent, fully rounded, heavy, creamy white, with hard pink nipples protruding. I brought them to my lips, devouring them. They were very sensitive. As I sucked, licked and nibbled on her nipples, Alexis moaned and drew in her breath. As I continued, her knees almost buckled. As I came to discover, Alexis’ breasts were incredibly sensitive.

I was on a roll. I reasoned, don’t stop now. I tried to unbutton her khakis, but she stopped me, softly saying “No”. In such matters I had come to realize that “No” may actually mean no, or it may actually mean, no, not yet. I prefer the latter. If I was ever going to get at her pussy with her pants on, it wasn’t going to be from the front. That is when I found out how sensitive her back was. I stood behind her, pressing my enraged cock into her butt and kissing her shoulders and neck from behind. She loved being approached from the rear. My arms went around her and massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. She moaned and almost collapsed.

She whispered hoarsely, “Harder, I like it harder, a lot harder.” I pinched her nipples very hard and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers.

She let out a sharp gasp and her head fell backward onto my shoulder. Her knees almost buckled beneath her. That’s when she reached back with one hand and grabbed my cock through my pants. Taking that as a very good sign, I lowered one of my hands from her breast, down across her stomach, and tucked my fingers under the waistband of her pants and into her panties. Her lower stomach muscles quivered at my touch. I continued to kiss the nape of her neck. My one hand pinched her nipples. My fingers went lower. She was completely smooth shaven. Her smooth, soft, warm pussy welcomed my fingers. She was very wet by the time I first touched her lips. My fingers rubbed between the slippery lips of her pussy. I rubbed lightly over the small nub of her clitoris. She started making sharp moaning sounds and soon cried out and then collapsed into my arms. She had just experienced a very quick and violent orgasm. It was several moments before she could stand on her own again. She must have been very nervous and completely primed by when she first walked through my door.

That was as far as it went that day. But, on her next visit, a week later, after an initial embrace and some passionate kisses, she kneeled before me and unbuckled my pants. She unzipped me and lowered my pants to the floor. I kicked them off. This was incredible. I was standing in front of an exciting and beautiful young blonde who was pulling down my boxer shorts. My cock popped out hard and aimed directly at her lips. Alexis started stroking my cock with one hand and gently feeling my balls and between my thighs and butt cheeks with her other hand. Soon she took me into her mouth with such eager enthusiasm, and with such loving attention and reverence, that I could not demean that act by calling it a blowjob.

She took me deep, completely inside her mouth and throat. I could feel the rough taste buds of her tongue on the tender underside of my cock as she slid me in and out of her mouth. She was very good at this and took her time, bringing me to the brink and then letting me down. She did this several times until I was ready to explode. As I got closer, I began to worry about whether she would want me to come in her mouth. Finally, I just said, “I am about to come.” Actually, I didn’t just say it, I sort of panted-squeaked it out. I didn’t have to tell her, she already knew very well that I was about to come. As it happened, instead of speeding up, she slowed down so that my orgasm was extended far longer than any that I had ever had control over myself. As I was just about to come, she began tickling my asshole with her fingers. I almost fell over. It was the most incredible sensation that I can ever remember having. It was even better than the first time that I jerked off as a little kid. Everything just sort of went black as I shot my wad into her warm sucking mouth. After I came, she didn’t stop, she continued to suck me softly and kiss my cock until I was completely limp. Then she stood up, threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

That’s when I realized that Alexis really enjoyed oral sex. My wife never embraced it any more than she did taking out the garbage. She never took out the garbage either. Consequently, our sex life tended to be missionary style. Alexis was totally different. Once, she misjudged how close I was to coming and lifted her head up to get some of her hair out of the way. Her other hand was around my cock as I came and then there was sperm all over my stomach. Without missing a beat, she greedily slurped and licked me clean as if she was a little kid licking chocolate icing from a desert plate.

That second visit was when she nervously told me that she was still a virgin. She was afraid that I would be angry with her for coming on to me and leading me on, only to have her back out of actual intercourse. Is she nuts? A fifty-six year-old man who is having incredible oral sex with an attractive and voluptuous twenty-four year-old is not going to complain. Certainly not this one.

Alexis and I began meeting at my office once a week. My private law office occupies a small, hundred and fifty year-old, two-and-a-half story brick townhouse. There is a parking lot in the rear, behind a small yard and garden. Alexis would park in the back parking lot and phone me to make sure that I was alone. I made sure the front door was locked and the “Closed” sign was displayed in the window. I would watch her walk through the garden before opening the back door, and welcoming her into my arms. We would go upstairs where I had a private office and sitting room, complete with full sized sofa. Alexis would always take off her shoes first. Then, we would kiss. We would kiss hard and passionately. I would feel her breasts and her hard nipples. Clothing would come off quickly until we were both naked. Then, we would make full use of the sofa.

Alexis is a virgin because she and her long-term boyfriend, Bob, an MBA type who is her age, are saving themselves for marriage. I have never understood that. I have been subtly trying to get her to give herself to me first for a long time. She is persistent, I’ll give her that. So am I. I write these stories to entice her to submit to my charms. So far, I have not been successful. Oh, we have sex and lots of it, just not vaginal intercourse.

We have also fallen in love with each other, pretty seriously in love. That has made things a lot more complicated.

Recently, Alexis has been telling me that her boyfriend Bob has been getting more serious about settling down and that a formal engagement between them may soon be forthcoming. That would be the end of our sexual relationship. Even though I believe in my heart that she has come to love me more than Bob, I have long known that it must end someday. However, I cannot quite reconcile my own position in the equation. If she was so much in love with Bob, why did she seek me out. I have come to the conclusion that there are qualities in me that are seriously lacking in Bob. I know we could be happy together, but it would never work. I am seriously married. I can’t give her any future. Even if I was single and available, her family and friends would disown her if they found out she was having an affair with someone older than her father. She is young and needs their emotional support. As for me, I am of the age and status in life that I can just tell anyone to fuck-off.

Alexis has always felt guilty about our affair and she is terrified that Bob may find out about it. To say that he would not be understanding is to abuse understatement. He would walk out of her life forever. She has dated him for years and they have long assumed that they would one day be married. Their families were both very supportive of the union. For Alexis, it was her hope at happiness with someone she loved. She has tried to end our affair several times, but every time we are together there are always sparks and fireworks. We always end up in each other’s arms, and then we would be naked, touching, sucking, licking and probing. We have been unable keep our passion for each other at bay. I certainly never wanted to. I really need Alexis in my life. I treasure her. But, I can’t put her into a position where she becomes engaged with me still in her life. When she does become engaged, I must bow out. Her guilt would be overwhelming if I didn’t. Until then, I happily take the position that she is fair game. Fortunately, she has agreed with my position.

We have been physically intimate for almost two years now. It has been the most exciting and rewarding period of my life. I have found a person whom I love so strongly, so intensely, that I will give her up, for her sake, when the time comes. I will let her go for her own happiness and for the sake of her future. When, and if, that time comes, I will be sad for myself, but happy for her. I will have the many delicious memories of our times together. I have saved many of our e-mail letters; and I have the dream world of the stories I have written to her.

I will also have the one story that she promised months ago to write for me. It has taken her an awfully long time to finish that story. I believe that she has been unable to finish that story because it was her emotional link to our intimate sexual past and present. We both know that she couldn’t try to put me out of her mind while still writing a story for me that graphically expresses our love, desire and passion. In fact, we have agreed that it is unrealistic for us to attempt to end our sexual relationship until that story is completed and delivered. Until then, we will continue our sexual relationship. I have jokingly told her the story must be at least a thousand pages long.

But, back to the weekend. It was early in September, the weather still mild and warm, but there was a freshness in the air. The first vestiges of fall had yet to make an appearance. The foliage was still lush from the summer’s growth and hid the back of my house from my neighbors. You could sit outside on the patio and look out onto a dense forest of green.

I left the office early on Friday to go shopping and make sure the house was clean and orderly for her arrival. I also wanted to have all of the dinner preliminaries completed before her arrival. Alexis was going to stop off at her house on the way home from school to pick up some things for the weekend and then join me at my house.

I straightened up the house and started dinner. It would be simple enough. I wanted to have only things that Alexis really liked. A bottle of Tanqueray gin was resting comfortably in the freezer along with two martini glasses. For snacks, I put out a bowl of salted peanuts mixed with white raisins, and I had some Crabbies ready for the oven. Crabbies are simple; the mix of jumbo lump crabmeat and sharp cheddar cheese on pieces of English muffin comes out of the oven golden-brown, toasty and rich with the flavor of cheese and crab.

Dinner would start with a cup of creamy smooth Vichyssoise, served cold and topped with chopped scallions and a little fresh grated nutmeg. I had a nice sauvignon blanc in the wine cooler to go with the soup. I planned to grill a very fresh piece of wild North Atlantic salmon over a charcoal and hickory chip fire. I had whipped up some Béarnaise sauce from scratch, complete with fresh tarragon from my garden, to top off the salmon and we would have some steamed baby spinach on the side. A salad of ruby red grapefruit and romaine lettuce with poppy seed dressing rounded out the dinner. I found some wonderfully crusty, chewy bread from an Italian bakery in South Philadelphia. A good bottle of pinot noir was open on the table.

I wanted dinner to be very romantic so I had candles all over the dining room and Miles Davis’s ‘Sketches of Spain’ set to go on the stereo. Once in a bourbon and Cuban cigar induced stupor, I proclaimed to myself that Miles Davis’ “Concerto de Aranujez” sounded just like what making love to Alexis would sound like. I meant it very graphically, as in what my cock would hear as it went in and out of her pussy. The next day I bought her the CD and told her of my revelation. She didn’t laugh. Another very good sign.

Everything was ready for her arrival.

I was very nervous and paced back and forth in the family room, staring out the window every minute or so, hoping to see her blue Jeep pull up my tree-lined driveway. I get like this when I am about to see her. I can’t help it. The excitement and anticipation of her arrival always makes my stomach flutter. I know what the term, heartache, is all about. I feel it all the time. There is actually a physical feeling in the middle of my chest whenever I think of her.

I often reflect upon what a wonderful presence she has been in my life. I have read and re-read the few letters I have saved. I am constantly reminded of the intensity of our love for each other. I see her in my mind’s eye. Her bright eyes and loving smile make my heart leap. I awake in the middle of the night longing to feel her touch, to hold her tightly, to caress her. I can see her body, her beautiful body. I need her, all parts and aspects of her. I need her advice, her laugh, her criticism, her love. In my heart, I know that Alexis feels the same about me.

She pulled into the driveway. My heart pounded in my chest, my adrenalin level soared. It had been so long since I had seen her. She parked behind the overgrown hedges so that her car could not be seen from the road. She smiled broadly as she walked toward the back door. She was wearing a light cotton sundress and sandals. She was also wearing her glasses; her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her mood was light and there was a bounce in her step. She looked so very foxy. I was so glad that she was finally here.

At last, she was in my arms. We just hugged tightly without saying anything for several moments. The pounding in my chest quickly subsided and was replaced by a feeling of great well-being. My heart was safe again; Alexis had me in her arms. We kissed, tentatively at first, then deeply, with all the passion that had been stored between us for these long weeks. It was an amazing kiss, full of love, tenderness, romance, passion, desire and an intense and wanton need for each other. Lips and tongues were intertwined. Our bodies were tight against each other’s, almost melding together into one. I could feel every part of her against me, her breast against my chest, her thighs against my thighs, her pussy hard against my stiffening cock. I was incredibly glad that she was finally here.

We broke apart and I looked into her eyes; they were an intense blue. They burned with hunger and need. They burned with love and desire for me. I never saw her look quite this intense before. My heart again pounded with the excitement of the promise those eyes held. I was overwhelmed and consumed with my need to be at one with her.

Finally, we parted and Alexis said, “It has been so long, Roger. I didn’t know if I could wait to see you any longer. I was in such a hurry to get here, I didn’t even shower. I just came directly from school. I am sorry, I really am gross and sweaty, the air conditioning was broken and my classrooms must have been over a hundred today.”

“Oh, Alexis, you are beautiful. I don’t care how sweaty you are. I am just so glad to have you in my arms again. I have missed you so much.”

Alexis smiled that mischievous smile and said, “And…I didn’t even have time to shave my legs for you…”

“Oh…? You wouldn’t, by chance, happen to have brought a shower cap with you, would you?”

“Well, I do happen to have one from the Latham Hotel that someone gave me. Would you mind if I tried it out?” I had once written her a story that featured us in the shower at the Latham. She needed a shower cap because it took forever to dry her long mane of blonde hair. Then, for a joke, I gave her a shower cap I had picked up at the Latham.

We laughed at the thoughts we shared and I led her by the hand upstairs to my bedroom. We stood facing each other. My eyes locked on hers. The fire in her eyes still burned. I couldn’t look away. Very slowly, very deliberately, without breaking eye contact, I undid her dress and it fell to the floor. She wore a pretty white lacy bra and matching boy-cut lace panties. She, in turn, unbuttoned my shirt, and rubbed her hands over my chest, pushed my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. My pants soon fell to my feet and were kicked away. During this time we did not speak, our eyes remained in constant contact. I felt the intensity of our love being communicated in the silence.

I reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. I didn’t immediately take it off; I removed it very slowly, extremely slowly. Finally, her breasts were revealed. Only then did I look down at them. They were magnificent with proud firm nipples, erect and aching for my touch. My fingers just grazed the sides of her breasts, lightly, teasingly, like the touch of a feather, then the tops of her breasts, working closer and closer to her sensitive nipples. I love her breasts. My mouth and lips came very close to them. She could feel my breath upon them. She shivered in anticipation and took deep gasping ragged breaths.

But, instead of kissing them, I dropped to my knees before her. My lips kissed her tummy. My hands felt her legs. Even with the stubble, her legs were extremely sexy to me. They are strong and shapely. I get hard just thinking about touching them. I was even more exited because I had every intention of shaving her very thoroughly. I knew she planned this. I had often fanaticized about shaving her. She knows my desires and has fun indulging me. My hands and fingers explored her body, softly, delicately, teasingly, thoroughly.

Alexis stood before me. My hands touched underneath her panties. Touching underneath her panties seemed so forbidden, so erotic. I touched her hips and her butt, and the crease between her cheeks, ever so lightly, ever so softly. Alexis trembled and shifted her legs apart slightly, allowing my fingers greater access to her hidden treasures. I moved my hands around her hips and felt the soft fur of her pubic mound. I did not touch her vaginal lips. I touched near them but I was saving those for my tongue. Finally, I began to slowly pull down her panties. My face was right at her pussy as it was revealed to me, a soft, light brown fuzz. She had not shaved here either. Now, I would finally be able to fulfill my dream of shaving her completely. She would be incredibly soft and smooth to my touch. Also, shaving would increase the sensitivity of her legs and pussy for when we would become more intimate as the evening progressed.

As my hands and fingers were touching, stroking and probing her back, her legs, and her butt, my lips tenderly kissed her thighs. My fingers gently caressed up and down her butt, teasing at her asshole. Again, Alexis shifted her legs further apart. Her own lips were revealed. They glistened with wetness. Gently and slowly the tip of my tongue touched those tender, precious lips, just touched, barely making contact, just the smallest of tastes. I love her pussy. I love touching it. I love kissing it. I love licking it. I love tasting it. I want to make love to it. Alexis shuddered and her knees almost buckled beneath her. I love being able to have this effect upon her. She let out a deep sigh and pulled me to my feet. We had worked hard to perfect the slow building of desire.

Alexis’s breasts had been neglected, but not forgotten. Her nipples were untouched and they were hard and wanting, needing. We both watched my fingers gently trace circles around her nipples. So close, but not touching, it was driving her crazy with the need to have them touched. My fingers were like little feathers, softly teasing, touching, caressing, the sides of her breasts, her arms, under her arms, between her breasts. They are very beautiful breasts, very full and firm. Finally, the tips of my fingers softly rubbed the very end of her nipples. They were hard. Alexis’s head fell back, her back arched, trusting her breasts into my hands. I pinched her nipples hard between my fingers. Very hard, for a long time. Alexis again almost collapsed onto the floor. Her nipples are very responsive to being treated roughly. Sometimes they almost get bruised, but the effect upon her is incredible. She can even reach orgasm if it is done right. I have gotten her very close to that on several occasions but we always got distracted by her other sensitive parts. My fingers were then replaced by my lips and tongue, tenderly and softly sucking and licking her nipples. The change from rough to soft and tender almost brought her to climax.

Alexis gave me a tender kiss and then dropped to her knees before me. Like me before her, her hands were inside of my boxers, gently touching caressing, probing, tickling. My cock was stiff and engorged with the need for stimulus. Finally, she pulled down my boxers and I kicked them away. She took me deep into her mouth. Her hands were touching me everywhere, my balls, between my legs, my butt, tickling my ass. She was so loving, it almost seemed as if she worshiped my cock. My heart swelled with my love for her. My legs were wobbly and I collapsed. We laughed and touched and grabbed and rolled around on the floor together in a tangle of arms and legs and breasts and butts.

I ended up on the bottom in the classic sixty-nine position. I have come to like this position a lot. It seems to appeal to Alexis as well. She seems to come easily like this. If her knees are below my arms, I can kiss and lick her pussy and, at the same time, tickle her ass with my fingers. She can press her pussy into my mouth. Only recently have we begun to understand just how sensitive her butt is. A few weeks earlier, I brought her to a thunderous orgasm by just playing with her asshole, without even pushing my finger inside of her or caressing her pussy.

She also likes to imagine what it would be like to have my cock deep inside of her pussy while she takes it deep into her mouth. All of this, at the same time, is overwhelmingly erotic. Often when we do this, she gets so consumed by her feelings that she gets distracted and does not bring me to a climax. That does not really disappoint me. I take that as a great compliment that she is so consumed by my attentions to her body that she loses her attention. This time however, she continued to concentrate on my cock. Her orgasm was intense. She shuddered violently and collapsed on top of me, exhausted by the release of so much sexual energy, but she continued to gently suck on my cock. It felt incredible. I was getting closer and closer. I sense that we were as close physically as we could be without actually making love. The world outside of us faded away. I continued to kiss her pussy, my tongue inside of her, and as she started getting closer to another climax, I too started to reach that plateau. Everything went black for a few moments as Alexis consumed me with her love and passion. After I came, she continued to softly suck me until I was limp, as I continued to suck and lick her pussy, and play with her asshole with my fingers. Soon Alexis quivered and started bucking her pussy against my mouth with another intense orgasm and we collapsed together.

This really was necessary. We would not have been able to control ourselves while I shaved her if we did not have this release of our pent-up passion. It had been too long since we had been intimate. That time that we were apart built up and magnified the intensity of our need for each other. We desperately needed a quick release. After all, I did not want any bloodshed when I shaved her.

Shaving Alexis’s legs and pussy was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. That was something that I had wanted to do ever since we first became intimate with each other. Finally, I had my chance.

We were a little smelly, sticky and generally a little worse for wear by now. So I dragged Alexis into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She tucked her hair into the shower cap I had picked up for her at the Latham Hotel. It was just a cheap little clear plastic number that came in a fancy white box with dark grey engraved lettering. I’m sure the box cost more than the shower cap.

After we negotiated a mutually acceptable water temperature, we both got into the shower. It is a large walk-in shower, dark green marble with shiny brass fixtures. One of the perks of success is that I get my own bathroom and my wife, hers. My shower had a ledge-seat, wide enough for both of us and a hand-held showerhead on a long flexible cord in addition to the wall mounted one. We took turns washing each other. Alexis had brought some body wash that she wanted to use rather than my soap. Her body wash was incredibly slippery, far more so than any soap I had ever used. We spread it all over each other. The feeling of our bodies slipping and sliding together was incredibly erotic. My cock was out of control, hard and stiff. It poked and slid across her body, looking for a nice warm wet home.

Alexis took great care washing me. My cock and balls of course were washed very carefully, but she also spent a lot of time washing my butt and asshole. She even made me bend over and spread my legs. She asked me, “Do you like this?” “Does this feel good?” as she stood behind me and caressed my dick, balls and butt with her slippery body wash covered hands.

She even pressed her finger inside of my asshole ever so slightly. “How about this? Do you like this?” I sure did. When she did it. Briefly though, I thought, does that make me gay? Would I like to have some guy doing this to me? Yeah, I would, about as much as I would like to have a rabid Chihuahua chewing on my dick. That thought went out of my mind. I sure liked it when Alexis did it. I had every intention of returning the favor when it was my turn to wash her. I did. I did indeed.

There is something about feeling the slippery body of a well curved woman against your own in the shower that makes me hard just thinking about it. I washed her back and then as I stood behind her, I washed her front. I was close against her. My dick was hard and slick between her legs and butt cheeks. My hands slid over her breasts and hard nipples, then down to her pussy. I made her lean over with her hands on the bench so that I could wash her butt and asshole. I was very through. I rubbed my fingers over her puckered hole and finally pushed tip of my finger in side of her. She giggled and squirmed like a little schoolgirl. She got really clean.

Then, I shaved her. At first she sat on the edge of the bench, and then she stood before me as I lathered her legs with body wash and shaved her. The body wash made everything so much more slippery than just soap or even shaving cream. I carefully shaved from her ankles all the way up to her butt in the back and up to her lower tummy in the front. Her shaved legs were smooth and soft, and very slippery from the body wash. I ran my hands up and down their length as she stood before me. I love their long graceful curves. I want to possess them. Feeling her legs like that always makes me hard, incredibly hard. Over and over I stroked her legs up and down with my slippery hands, hungry for the feel of her body. I started at her ankles and with both hands slowly worked my way up to her pussy and butt. Each time my hands reached her butt and pussy, I played with them, my fingers rubbing, probing, tickling. She squirmed and twisted with my touch, making little squeals and gasps of pleasure.

I put in a new blade to shave her pussy, but first, I rinsed her off with the hand-held shower attachment. Again, she sat on the bench with her legs spread wide. Her tender pussy is displayed before my face as I sat on the floor of the shower. She looked so vulnerable; I couldn’t help myself, I just had to taste her again. I love kissing her pussy. I started by kissing the tender inside of her thighs. I used my tongue to lick up her thigh to her lips, then, I stopped. Very slowly, I lightly licked up and down her lips, gradually inserting my tongue between them. She tasted a little salty; she was getting wet again. I pushed my tongue inside of her as far as it could go. She was wiggling and squirming and moaning with little gasps of breath. I was in a teasing mood and stopped just before she climaxed. I would complete this when she was finished being shaved. I would make it up to her, she knew that I would.

I lathered her well with the body wash using my bristle shaving brush. I was very careful to tickle her most sensitive areas with the brush while doing so. I shaved her mound in both directions, both with and against the grain of her pubic hair. I shaved very carefully around her lips. Then, as she held her knees high and her spread legs wide, I shaved that very sensitive part between her pussy and her asshole. Finally, I had her get on her hands and knees while I sat on the ledge. She stuck her butt in the air towards me. Her asshole and pussy were both thrust up at me as I lathered her asshole with the brush. As I did, her sphincter muscles flexed involuntarily. She had fine little hairs around her asshole. I shaved there and her butt.

After I shaved around her asshole, I rinsed it off and squirted some more body wash on it. I ran my fingers over its opening and tickled it with my finger. My hand was so slick with the soapy body wash that I could slip my finger inside of her anus. Slowly and gently, I thrust my finger in and out of her. I added even more body wash so it would slide in and out easily. I thrust my finger in as far as it would go. In and out. In and out. She squealed with delight at this new sensation. We had never done that before. I could feel her sphincter muscles spasmodically tightening around my finger over and over, faster and faster, almost out of control. She was surprised at how intense and sensitive it was. She gasped and cried out. It wouldn’t be long now. With my other hand I began to stroke her clitoris. Quickly, with a shudder all over that lasted for minutes, she climaxed.

Alexis collapsed in a heap on the shower floor, out of breath. After she recovered for a few minutes, she sat up on the floor and said in a cheery, up-beat tone, “Well, that was fun.” With some more attention like this, she may even be willing to try anal intercourse some day. Hummm.

After I finished fingering her ass, I made her get back in position with her butt in the air. Her asshole and pussy were again open to me. I rinsed her off completely with the handheld shower. She really liked the sharp spray of the water on her asshole and pussy. While she was still wet, I kissed and licked all of the places that I had just shaved. Alexis liked that a lot; having just been shaved, she was super-sensitive. She quivered and shook as my tongue licked her pussy and followed where I had just shaved, licking back up to her asshole. She almost fell over when I licked her asshole. Normally, I would never do that, but she was so soft, smooth, fresh and clean. I continued to lick her asshole while I fingered her pussy and massaged her clitoris. It didn’t take very long before she started to quiver and make those little shrieks of ecstasy as I brought her to still another climax.

Then we turned on the shower again. We took turns rubbing each other’s body again with the super slippery body wash. It was now my turn. Alexis took great care washing my cock again. She used both of her hands to stroke it and my balls. This was incredible. As much as I love her to take me into her mouth, I also love when she strokes me with her hands, especially when it is slippery and wet with the body wash or her saliva. It is a different, but totally erotic experience, and one that can make me come very quickly. Alexis started to rinse me off so she can have me come into her mouth but I stopped her. I really wanted her to jack me off. Usually this could get messy, but so what, we are in the shower.

She really sent me over the edge when she stood behind me, all lathered in slippery body wash; her body rubbed against mine; her hard nipples slid back and forth across my back. Her smooth-shaven pussy rubbed against my butt. Alexis reached around me, grabbed my cock and stroked me slowly, very slowly. With her other hand Alexis reached between us and felt my butt and slipped between my cheeks. We are incredibly slippery with the body wash. Her one hand continued to masturbate me, the other was feeling and probing my asshole. It was so slippery that she was able to slip one of her fingers inside of my asshole. She slid it in and out as if her finger was fucking my ass, just like I did to her. That did it, I came quickly and powerfully. My knees almost buckled beneath me as my sperm shot across the shower and was washed down the drain. Thank God, I didn’t fall down in the shower and break an arm. That would have been an interesting visit to the ER room. I know too many doctors in this town.

After we dried off, I gave Alexis a clean pair of my boxer shorts and a fresh starched white dress shirt to wear. I rolled up her sleeves. She looked quite cute, adorable, sexy and certainly refreshed. The warm afterglow of our shower adventure showed in her cheeks. Hard nipples poked out from behind the crisp white cotton. Just for the hell of it, I also put on fresh boxers and a fresh starched white shirt.

I poured the almost frozen gin into frozen tall-stemmed glasses; it was thick and so cold that it froze the sliver of lemon peel. Alexis loved real drinks, not the sweet fruity kiddy drinks most young women favored. I lit the charcoal on the grill and gathered some hickory chips to add to the fire right before putting the salmon on. We sipped our drinks and nibbled snacks on the patio. As we sat together on the wicker loveseat, she draped her beautiful legs across the top of my legs. I love when she does that. I admired the great shaving job I did on her legs; they almost glowed in the dim twilight. We caught up on what we have been doing during our period of separation. There were funny stories, confessions of misbehavior, gossipy secrets and, best of all, proclamations of our love for each other.

I just couldn’t keep my hands off her legs. I just kept stroking them, feeling the long expanse of her smooth skin. My fingers were bad, pushing under the hem of her boxers towards intimate places. Alexis swatted my hand away from her pussy and her butt while giggling. “Come on, Roger, I am getting really hungry.” My cock was finally beginning to recover from the intense orgasm in the shower. It began to poke its head out from hiding in my boxers. Alexis took note and says, “My, my, what do we have here?” She reached down and softly ran her fingers along the length of my now rigid staff, teasing me into an aching hardness. I knew she would stop quickly because she was never one to be amorous on an empty stomach. She liked to excite me in stages, each building on the one before until I was almost helpless with a passion that bordered on a frantic rage.

Dinner by candlelight and music by Miles Davis was romantic and seductive. Our intense lovemaking had left us in dire need of a recovery period. Alexis loved my cooking and she ate with sensual appreciation. She said that the combination of charcoal grilled salmon and the Béarnaise sauce was running a close second to the pleasure she got from giving me a blowjob. As she took each bite, she sort of softly sighed and her eyelids partially closed just as she does when I caress her breasts. I eagerly volunteered to spread some Béarnaise on my dick so she could suck it off and combine the best of both worlds. She just laughed it off saying, “Save the left-over sauce for tomorrow. I may just need a mid-morning snack.” The thought of her licking Béarnaise sauce from my dick gave me thoughts for a new cookbook, one that would take lots of research, a sure best seller.

At first, Alexis doubted my choice of a pinot noir with the grilled salmon. The whole white wine with fish business, I guess. I think she expected an oaky chardonnay, but after trying the red, she was hooked. Throughout dinner, I kept having this feeling that she had something she wanted to tell me. At first, I was concerned, but the candlelight reflected in her eyes belied a mischievous and loving spirit, not one of impending bad news. Once I got that sense, I could not wait to find out what is on her mind.

“Roger, I have given a lot of thought about making love with you tonight.”

Wow! Thoughts began wildly running through my head. We had discussed her virginity on many occasions. She had often told me that she was seriously thinking of having me be her first. That was an incredible compliment and testimonial to the intensity and depth of our love. She also wanted to have someone with experience be her first, not some fumbling kid who would shoot his wad just as he gets inside. Also, there was the size factor. Or, at least, I chose to think of that as an inducement. Once, when we first started having oral sex, she mumbled sort of an apology about not being used to someone as big as me. She also made it clear that I was only the second person she had ever taken into her mouth. Ha! Take that Bob!

Until recently, I only fingered her with one of my fingers. I didn’t want to stretch her in case I ever really did get lucky. I wanted her to be as tight as possible. Once, I did use two of my fingers. I have large hands with thick fingers, but together they are still thinner than my cock. She almost lost control of herself when I did that. She was very tight. I can’t wait.

Alexis had no vestiges of a hymen; there was no physical evidence to be taken from her. That was not the least unusual. But it did mean that the only difference between her as a virgin, and her as a complete woman, was just the mere fact of having had the experience. I always thought there was a curious sort of importance to this rite. I often told her that virginity has value only to virgins. Everyone else is just glad it is over and done with.

This brought up another curious anomaly. Alexis once told me that Bob asked her about anal intercourse. She said no, because in her words, “that is intercourse”. She also expressed distaste with the idea, although given our recent adventures with assholes, and with some time and gentle progress, I believe she would soon adore it. She said “intercourse” with the sense that one doesn’t engage in intercourse until you are married. Thank the Lord for Bill Clinton. He has successfully convinced an entire generation of young women that oral intercourse, unlike anal intercourse or vaginal intercourse, is not really sexual intercourse. Far be it for me to correct such teachings. None of this made any sense to me. I liked to think of holding hands as sexual intercourse.

I have yet to really understand why Alexis and Bob denied themselves of vaginal intercourse. Since they engaged in oral intercourse; the distinctions are pretty damn technical if you ask me. This all squeaks of primitive thought patterns about the value of virgins in marriage and the submissive relationship of women in society. In some cultures, the existence of a hymen in an unmarried woman is the prerequisite to not being stoned to death. For the two of them, it is not the magic they think it is; it just means they haven’t gotten laid yet. They have been denying each other (and, of course, me) a pretty enjoyable, and perfectly acceptable, adult activity. After all, I figured somewhat selfishly, that if she was making love to Bob, she would have no reason not to make love with me. I just had to get her over this saving-yourself-for-marriage shit.

As for me, I could think of no good reason for me not to make love to Alexis, or her to me. Alexis would not be physically altered in any way. We already engaged in all sorts of intimate sexual activities, including oral intercourse. We had sexual intercourse with my tongue in her, my finger in her, even two fingers. I have put my finger inside her ass. She has taken my cock into her mouth on countless occasions. She has put her finger in my ass. Bill Clinton aside, this was already sexual intercourse. She desperately wanted to experience me inside of her. I desperately wanted to be inside her. I always respected her virginity. I didn’t understand it or agree with it. Actually, I didn’t particularly respect her virginity; it is Alexis herself that I respected and I honored her wishes implicitly.

Alexis had finally made a decision to give herself to me. Because of its importance to her, it is something that I treasured greatly. It was also something that I wanted to be very special for Alexis. It had to be loving and tender, but also sexually erotic and exciting.

After dinner, Alexis took me by the hand and led me back upstairs to my bed. Having finally made the decision, she was determined and confident; I was the one who was nervous. We removed our shirts and boxers and stood naked before each other. Her eyes were still ablaze. I was transfixed by her gaze. Alexis pulled back the covers and slid into bed, pulling me after her with that smile and a deep longing in her eyes.

My arms went around her, we kissed. That kiss, unlike the first furious kiss when Alexis came in my back door, was unhurried, tender, sensual and loving. That kiss led to soft caresses, tender touches, loving and encouraging words. My hands caressed her entire body. I kissed the small of her back, the backs of her legs, her breasts, the insides of thighs, her clean-shaven mound, her tender lips. My tongue tasted her and entered her. Not frantic like before, but gently and tenderly, slowly raising her level of desire. We took it slowly; when Alexis was finally ready, she told me so. “Please, Roger, please come inside of me, now. Please, now.” She raised her knees and spread her legs; I knelt before her. I worship this woman. I love her so intensely.

I entered her slowly and smoothly. She was tight around me, incredibly tight. Finally, I was deep inside of her. I wanted this moment to last forever. I could tell that she was experiencing all that she hoped and dreamed that it would be. We were at one with each other. We shared both body and soul, our love united us to the exclusion of everything else in the universe. Nothing else existed but ourselves. She held me tightly in her arms. She kept whispering, over and over, “God, Roger, I want you. I love you.” I felt her body convulse and quiver as she experienced her first real orgasm. She screamed out and clutched at me with a powerful strength. I kept going; I had not yet come and I wanted her to come several times, each time building on the one before. I didn’t know if I could hold out that long. She was so tight, the feeling of being inside of her was so intense that I was worried that I may not last very long. I didn’t. I came within her just as she climaxed for the second time in an explosion of feelings and emotions. It was the equivalent of a Forth of July fireworks crescendo of the senses and emotions.

We lie together in each other’s arms, my softened cock still within her. She didn’t want me to move for fear that it may slide out. It did anyway. Alexis made a little joke about its passing. She wished that I was still inside her. I would be again, very shortly. We had all weekend.

The next morning, I awoke in a wondrous dream world. Alexis was indeed asleep beside me. Nothing in the world could have made me happier. During the night, Alexis had thrown off her covers and a warm gentle breeze from the open window gently caressed her amazing body. While she was asleep, and without touching her, I studied her. I love her body, every inch of it. I like it for its own sake, but probably more so because it belonged to her. Her breasts are soft and full and firm and tender, her legs smooth and strong, her pussy inviting. I wanted to touch her, but I didn’t want to wake her up. The temptation to touch her or kiss her was becoming overbearing. Good sense finally took over and I quietly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. If we were going to resume our lovemaking, I needed to brush my teeth and wash up from the activities of the night before.

By the time I returned to bed, Alexis had turned over and was lying on her stomach, apparently still asleep. I couldn’t help myself. I gently leaned over her back and softly kissed the small of her back. Alexis stirred slightly and purred, yes, purred, almost like a cat. I continued to kiss down the center of her back as she slowly woke up.

A sleepy voice from the pillow said, “What a wonderful way to wake up. I will hurt you if you stop doing that.”

I licked and kissed along her lower spine and she shivered. My hands explored the back of her legs and her butt. As my fingers gently caressed between the cheeks of her butt, Alexis arched her back, raising her butt up and allowing me better access. My finger lightly tickled her asshole before pressing harder at the opening. Alexis’s breathing started coming in gasps. I turned her over and started kissing my way down towards her pussy when she suddenly sat up and stopped me.

“Not yet, Roger, I feel all yucky there from last night.” I look at her with an arched eyebrow. She laughed and said, “You know very well what I mean. At least let me wake up, go to the bathroom and wash up before you start molesting me again.”

With that, she jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. “Alexis, I have a good idea, let’s have you wash up with the bidet in the other bathroom. And, I’ll help.” Alexis gave me a funny look and closed the bathroom door behind her.

“It was just an idea.” I mumbled, mainly to myself.

I have no real idea what women do for so long in the bathroom. I guess it was worth the wait because Alexis looked really good when she came out. I mean really good. She had brushed her hair and put it back into a ponytail again. It is a very good sign when Alexis has her hair in a ponytail. She always does that before sucking my cock so that her long hair doesn’t get in the way. As I said, a very good sign. She was also stark naked.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her giggling into my wife’s bathroom. She was uneasy about this bidet business, so I turned it on and showed her how to use it. As she straddled the bidet, the warm water sprayed her butt, then she shifted her position so that it sprayed her pussy. I could tell that she like the feeling of the sharp spray of water on her pussy. I stood behind her and first rubbed her shoulders, then I bent over and kissed the nape of her neck and her shoulders. My hands wrapped around her and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were hard. I pinched them. Alexis almost fell over backward.

I asked, “Do you like that?”

Very softly, she answered, “Yes, a lot….but not as much as having you inside me.”

With that, Alexis turned toward me and pulled me around from behind her, so that I was to her side. My throbbing cock was just inches from her face. Alexis took my cock in her right hand and put her left arm around my butt and pulled me close to her. She gave me little kisses and licked the full length of my cock. Finally, she sucked it into her mouth, a little at first, then deep into her. Alexis sucked me deep in and out of her mouth while caressing the crack between my cheeks with her fingers. That didn’t last too long because the spray from the bidet had gotten her very excited. We turned off the water, and I had barely enough time to dry her off with a towel before Alexis grabbed my hand and dragged me back to our bed.

This time we were indeed a lot more frantic than the night before. Our passion had been building while we were playing with the bidet. Alexis rolled over on top of me. We kissed passionately and hard. Then she sat up, with her legs on either side of me, sitting on my upper thighs. Her pussy was just inches from my cock. It was almost dripping with the anticipation of my penetration. She took my cock in her hands and started to stroke it up and down. That wasn’t really necessary since I couldn’t be much harder. Alexis rose up on her knees and then slowly lowered herself onto my cock while she guided it into her pussy. As she settled down onto me, I went incredibly deep inside of her. Alexis gasped with the fullness of me being inside of her. I gasped with the wonder of being inside of this incredible woman. She looked down at me with a smile of complete contentment. I reached up and caressed her breasts.

We made love very slowly. I built up to a climax and then backed off. Then I built up and again backed off. I kept doing this. Alexis had several orgasms. Each one seemed to be stronger than the one before. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer. Alexis began violent bucking climax, humping my pulsing cock quicker and quicker. The feelings of being inside of her were too intense. My love for her was too strong. My mind was blank of concrete thoughts or concepts. All I could sense was an overwhelming feeling of great love for Alexis. That put me over the edge. We both climaxed, not quite together, but not bad for beginners.

Afterward, we lay quietly in each other’s arms. This incredible experience had overcome us. Finally, we started talking, soft cooing and soothing words of love. It took a while before we recovered enough to attempt to walk downstairs and have breakfast. Over breakfast, I asked Alexis how her story for me was coming along. She just smiled at me in her most loving way, her eyes shining brightly, and said, “Really great, I only have about nine hundred and ninety-five pages to go.”

The End

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