Continuing down our journey, I’d reassured myself that no one would ever read these stories. Having them for me was enough. Catching up with her would be fun and give me a change to check her out again. Besides, I’d always enjoyed her company.

Continuing down our journey, I’d reassured myself that no one would ever read these stories. Having them for me was enough. Catching up with her would be fun and give me a chance to check her out again. Besides, I’d always enjoyed her company.

As I traveled to the set meeting point, I wondered if she'd show up or if she indeed had no idea what I was on about. As a nod to my confidence in her, I'd stopped and bought her a coffee as well as one for me.

The set point was about fifteen miles out of any town, at the base of two ridgelines that ran as part of a mountain range.

The spot itself was situated about fifty yards off the road and could only be accessed by taking a small track around a collection of trees and bush. There, you could see the leafy canopy that covered the edge of the river that snaked down the mountain range.

Because it was between two ridges, a natural waterhole had formed, which was shaded on the banks by thick rainforest-like vegetation.

The water level was relatively high due to rain a week or so ago, but the water was clear and warm. The river itself couldn't be seen from the road, and you had to park your car twenty yards or so and walk down the leaf-covered bank to reach it.

I had come across it by accident a few years earlier, as I'd given myself a fright after nearly hitting an animal on the road during a long drive home and had stopped for a rest here to gather myself. I'd always remembered it and had often thought of bringing my wife here for a picnic.

My wife was away for a few days catching up with some childhood friends, and I had taken the opportunity to drive back to see my family for a couple of days.

The arrangement I was trying to make was, as far as I could tell, not really inconvenient to anyone, as I was driving up that way anyway and it wasn't far for my friend to travel from her house.

If she'd let her husband know what she was up to, it was outside my control. It didn't really matter. It was only to have a bit of fun while trying out my crazy idea.

I arrived a half hour earlier than I hoped she would figure out the time. I got out of the car, stretched my legs, and walked down to the river to check it out.

It was full and deep at that spot, with lots of rocks and holes to explore and swim among. The water was clear. Being so early, the traffic had been light. I'd taken the opportunity to strip down to my swimwear and have a soak in the water, with our coffees sitting in the sun to keep warm. The meeting time came and went. Five minutes later, I was beginning to think I should pack it up and get going.

Over the horizon, I heard a car moving slowly. It passed my position before it pulled over and turned around. It pulled up and turned into the track. Apparently still not sure, it slowly came around the edge of the trees and bush before pulling up next to my car. I saw her teeth first, shiny and bright, as she beamed a smile my way.

"Well, well, well," she started.

"Fuck!" I began. "You made it! It's so good to see you!"

"You make it interesting to catch up, my friend," she retorted.

"Those messages were intriguing. It took me a few days to figure out what the fuck you were on about. I had to burn the paper I wrote it all down on," she admitted to me.

"Burn it?" I inquired, "Jesus, it's not the secret service."

"Oh, I enjoy things like this," she explained. She got out of the car and walked toward me. She was wearing a long, thin dress that was see-through. Under it, I could see she was already wearing swimwear. A bikini bottom with a long-sleeved zip-up top. Her figure was just as awesome as always. She walked toward me and gave me a hug. Her breasts squeezed up against me as she held me for a few seconds longer than I expected.

"I bought you a coffee, hoping you'd actually make it. Let's go for a swim."

“I figured there must be a swim hole here,” she said, pointing towards her clothing.

"She looks pretty good to me," I replied, complimenting her hot as fuck body.

We grabbed our coffees and towels and headed down to the water. We sat, sipped, and chatted for an hour or so, catching up on all the gossip from one another's lives and work, who was doing what job now, and so forth. During a pause in the chat, she looked over at me a little more seriously.

She locked her eyes on me and spoke.

“You know, I really do miss you. I know it's weird, but I find myself thinking about you a fair bit."

I replied, "Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. We've got it pretty good in our new place, but I miss our banter."

She looked me up and down. "So, have you got any hot friends to peruse now that I'm gone?"

"Haha, no one compares to you, mate," I joked in reply. I was wondering what she meant by that. Perhaps I hadn't been as sleek as I thought when checking her out.

She continued, "I've found myself thinking about you a fair bit, actually. I miss our times together."

"Well..." I stammered. "I've been thinking about you probably more than you have about me." Instantly, I regretted saying this. I'd have to think quickly or change the topic.

"What do you mean?" came her instant reply. "And don't bullshit me either. You have a shit poker face."

Defeated, I said, "Are you sure you want to know? I mean, I have something I could share with you."

"Go for it," she replied flippantly.

"This is a different kind of share than what we've had in the past. Fuck, I hope I’m not about to ruin our friendship." I continued.

"For goodness' sake, I've heard you use swear words that I didn't know existed until you introduced me to them! What is it?" She was insistent.

I continued. "First, I need you to promise me. Promise me that you won't think any less of me. I know we've had some fun times, and I don't want to ruin that."

"Ok, this is intriguing!" Her replies were becoming somewhat inquisitive.

"Well, that's the first promise. The second one is that you will never breathe a word of this to any other human for as long as you live. I know we both have a rule that secrets never include spouses, but this one doesn't. If you can't do that, then I still totally understand. I don't want to make it weird."

"Christ! Is everything okay?" She was starting to seem quizzical.

"Yeah, I'm fine—just teetering on the edge of losing a friend here at the expense of a stupid childish mind that I insist on having despite my mid-forties self!" I admitted this to myself as much as I told her.

"Oh, for fuck sake, what is it then?"

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"I've written an erotic story, and it's based on you." I blurted.

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"Jesus. That is out there!" She replied.

I continued. "Bit of instant regret going on here."

"Why?" she replied.

"We're friends; we look out for each other." Again, I was trying to convince myself more than her.

She smoothed me a little: "We are, and we do."

"I'm really sorry, mate; it is completely inappropriate and childish."

"You know what? You're right. But that doesn't mean you've done anything wrong. That depends on the story, I guess."

"You reckoned my swear words were wrong. This is all kinds of wrong. I'm embarrassed to talk about it now. The sh*t I've written down. Jesus, you'll slap my face and never talk to me again."

"Who else knows about it?" she inquired.

"Fuck. No one! Like I said, no one will ever find out. You know what it's like to have anyone read a piece of writing that you've created, let alone the topics I've included. And if anyone saw it, fuck me. I'd be in the shit."

"Where have you got it saved? Am I mentioned by name?"

"Jesus no! There's no mention of your name, town, or job, and I've stored it as an unaddressed, drafted email to an address that no one knows about. No paper copy's anywhere, and no dodgy deleted drafts anywhere."

"Well, mister, you have been studious in your preparation, haven't you?"

"Oh, the things that go through my mind. Seriously. Sometimes I can't count to ten; others I can recreate a nuclear device from memory, I swear."

"Well, if it's about me, then I want to read it. Now."

"Fuck, I should've kept my mouth shut."

"Go and get your phone, log in, and let me read it. I'm interested. I assume you've got your normal phone."

"Yeah. I'll get it."

I trudged up to the car to fetch my phone. I logged into the email address and brought up the unaddressed draft. It was the story in the previous chapter about the hotel gym and shower.

"To make this not too weird, I'm going to wait at my car while you read it. If you're offended, then I can get a quicker getaway," I joked.

"It'll have to be pretty out there to offend me, but fine. See you in a while."

I left her sitting on the water's edge, feet dangling in the water, while my friend read the erotic story I had written based on our work trip a few years earlier.

Half an hour later, she emerged from the soft, leafy path that led to the swimming hole.

Her walk had a certain robustness to it. Her hips were swaying in a more deliberate manner than usual. To me, it looked like she had a purpose—like a boss going to see a subordinate about a job that needs doing.

Her swimwear was still wet and clinging to her shoulders; her hair was swept backwards into a ponytail with a moss green towel wrapped tightly around her waist.

She had obviously just been in the water before coming back up to see me. I was certain that I was about to get abused, or at least told that what I had written was an abuse of our friendship and that she should get home.

Her eyes were fixed on me as she walked towards the cars. The steely look through her glasses only added fuel to my already strong doubt.

Her lips were closed. I did notice that she had left her footwear behind. Rather than talk to me straight away, she strode on past me. I opened both the passenger doors in her car, then both the driver side doors in my car.

"Open the boot" was the first word she uttered to me.

Her voice seemed a little crackly—like a mother who is so angry with her child that she chooses to whisper rather than speak or yell.

"Sorry?" I stammered. I'm not sure what she meant.

She repeated, "Open the boot of your car."

"Is everything okay?" I questioned.

"Everything is fine; just hurry the fuck up."

I stood and turned towards my car; it was a fairly large SUV with a rear hatch that opened. The rear seats could fold down, giving enough space for a bike or surfboard to fit inside. I pressed the open button, which duly clicked with agreement as it popped an inch or so towards me. I lifted the hatch, engaged the gas struts, and finished the job of raising it to its extended position.

As I turned around to face her, I saw her towel had been laid across the ground in front of my car. She stood facing me, seemingly deciding what to do next.

Nothing was said. She stared straight at me. I gave in to my boyish desire and looked at her standing there in her swimwear. Her body was on show, with the figure-hugging costume still wet and clinging to her.

Her shoulders were back and down; the water and walking had obviously rubbed her nipples, as they were both erect and obvious. Her hips and waist were gorgeous—narrow hips, a slightly wider waist that led down to her incredibly strong legs, and obviously that ass.

Proud and firm as always. Like a couple of plums picked too early. Her glasses were pulled halfway down her nose, partly due to the condensation from sitting in the water while reading and partly because the heat had caused them to slip.

Staring straight into my eyes, she took three deliberate steps towards me, grabbing for the drawstring of my shorts. After fondling for it for a moment, she realized that it was already undone. Without hesitation and without breaking eye contact, she slowly and methodically pulled them to the ground.

I normally wear a pair of speedos under my swim shorts because the brand of shorts I wear has a habit of going slightly see-through when wet. Just now, I realized that this wasn't the case today.

My cock sprang from my shorts like a jack in the box springs from his hidey hole. This erection had engorged so quickly—it reminded me of when I was a teen going through puberty.

My cock was so hard, it nearly hurt. The tip was red, the veins were perfectly obvious, and it stood out. The head of my meat was staring straight up at me, the mushroom tip perfectly formed.

Still staring straight at me, she didn't look down. Her right hand reached out and grabbed my cock in an unapologetic manner. Her hand felt small, soft, and warm on me. She gripped my shaft and pushed me backwards toward the edge of my car's boot.

"Sit" was the only word that came out of her mouth.

With my opinion of this situation changing somewhat, I sat. My ass was half on the edge of the car and half off. My legs were spread slightly. My cock was now angled back towards my own chest.

She stroked my cock up and down several times. Her eyes glinted for a moment, and I could see her lips relax.

Without a word and without breaking eye contact, she sank to her knees and used her right hand to pull my cocktip towards her as her left hand reached out and cupped my balls. Not a thing was said as if, in slow motion, I saw her purse her lips and open them slightly as she moved her head over my cock. Without hesitation, she put the tip of my cock in her mouth. Only the tip to start with. She paused with my cocktip in her mouth and stared up at me. The sight of her gorgeous mouth wrapped around my meat was surreal; her hair was swept back, and her glasses were pushed back up by her soft hands.

She took me out of her mouth long enough to say, "Don't stop watching me."

She went back to my shaft, her left hand started massaging my balls by gently squeezing them, and her gorgeous lips wrapped around my throbbing member again.

She started slowly moving up and down my shaft. I could feel her tongue working the underside of my shaft as she moved slowly up and down. Combined with her other hand massaging my balls, I was starting to struggle to keep from blowing already. I didn't want to be rough or rude, but her hair was so soft and smooth that I started to run my hand through it. Never pulling her head on to me, but just to feel it and tuck her hair behind her ears and away from her face.

This motion continued on for a minute or so. My enjoyment was seemingly matched by hers. She slowed her rhythm down more, took her left hand off my balls, and used it to grab the base of my shaft. She then slowly went down on my cock until I could feel the back of her throat. This bliss was something out of this world. Both her hands on my shaft and the feeling of my mushroom tip bouncing off her throat. I think my suspicions of this lady may have been very wrong.

The motion stopped. Still gripping me with both hands, she took me out of her mouth and started to stroke me with both hands as she looked up. Her eyes were dilated, and her lips were moist and full. Her skin was flush. Her nipples were obviously still erect. Her breathing was short and sharp. Similar to mine in this moment of nirvana.

"There's one thing you missed about me in the story."

"Sorry?"

"You heard," she replied. "Keep watching me."

Without another word, she looked straight at me, took her left hand back to my balls, and started massaging again, only this time she worked the underside of my sack and used her index finger to rub my perineum.

As before, she used her right hand to angle my cock towards her mouth, but unlike last time, as soon as my tip was past her lips, she took her right hand away and moved it towards her breasts, where she cupped her left breast and used her forefinger and thumb to gently squeeze her nipple while cupping the underside. Staring up at me with one hand on my balls, the other on her breasts, and my cock in her mouth, she paused. She paused sucking me, but only slowed the massaging of my balls and her tits.

Gently and seductively, she withdrew my pole to only leave the very tip in contact with her lips. I ached in lust and awe as she slowly, ever so slowly, started descending on my shaft. Her tongue started by licking the base, starting from about three inches down and working to the tip, finishing on my helmet, which she then moved her tongue up on top of to push the entire shaft down onto the base of her mouth with her tongue on top. As if well trained and practiced in this, she slid her tongue to one side while wrapping it around the side of my cock, forcing it against the opposite cheek. Here she kind of mouth-fucked my cock as she created a wet, slippery friction between the side of her cheek and her strong, moist tongue, then she moved her tongue back under the shaft in a deliberate and fucking stimulating way and slid down the shaft as she flattened her tongue on the bottom of her mouth.

Then it happened.

My cock started a slow journey down her mouth. I saw the end of my mushroom tip disappear into her mouth, and then the lighter skin just below my cock's head disappeared. I felt the tip of my cock press the back of her throat again, as I had done earlier, but this time she didn't stop. I felt her adjust her throat and keep the pressure on my cock as she leant in towards me and my shaft. The pressure built, then slowly subsided as I felt my shaft descend further, past her throat. It was so tight and warm; she opened her mouth slightly as the mid-point of my cock disappeared down her throat.

I could feel the bell end contort to the tight confines of her throat. She kept pressing. I could feel her throat expand to take my breath. It was so tight, warm, and slippery. Despite this tightness, she kept moving towards me. Like a slow-motion dream, her throat continued to expand and slide over my veinous cock.

I thought this would stop at any moment, like it did in the porn I'd watched as a horny young man. As my mind wondered when this moment would stop, I caught her eye again. Momentarily, I had broken my concentration but not my eye contact.

Her momentum didn't stop. It only slowed slightly until my balls rested hard against her chin. She had taken all of me slowly. Agonizingly slowly down her throat without a single gag or complaint, my entire cock had slid past her tight throat to have me resting as deep inside her mouth as I thought would be possible. She paused and fixed a stare at me.

The sight of my balls resting against the chin of this girl, whom I had heard speak so eloquently about Shakespeare and about the poor outcomes of the disadvantaged, The girl I had shared so many laughs with, who had kept me calm with reassurance and friendship, and the girl I had traveled to conferences with, who had a similar viewpoint on relationships and marriage, now had seven inches of my cock stuffed down her throat while she stared up at me. My only feeling was the bliss and stirring in my balls that told me I was going to blow the biggest load of my life within seconds if I didn't do something about it.

Her pace started to lift slightly as she raised up off my sack to the point of having my shaft leave her throat, only to go back all the way down again.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck that feels so good."

I was slightly embarrassed by my lack of words, but that was all I could muster. I became aware of why she had opened the doors of both our cars; it fully blocked any view of cars that were passing by on the nearby road, giving us a portion of the leaf-covered ground that would afford some privacy.

"You've got to fucking stop this or I'll blow your head off. Fuck that feels good."

She came off my cock as it exited her mouth; she closed her lips to ensure there were no strands of dribble or spit, and she spoke for the first time since she had taken our friendship beyond the horizon, as I could see it a few short minutes previously.

"You got it right. You got nearly all of it right, you know." She stared straight at me when she spoke.

"What do you mean?" I was inquisitive, but I also missed her mouth, throat, and hands.

"What you wrote. About the sexual tension, the lack of sideways glances, and the minimalization of messages. That part is exactly how I felt. I've been thinking about you as well. There's something between us that's unique. I don't want an affair; I'm not interested in breaking up my marriage or upsetting my kids, but I do want you."

She stroked my hard cock gently from tip to base as we talked—enough to keep it painfully hard. I could feel the blood at the end of my dick pressing against the skin, trying desperately to find somewhere to go.

Without hesitation, I grabbed both her shoulders and pushed her onto the ground, so she lay along the towel she put down. Because the car doors had been opened, we weren't easily visible from the road, and besides, there was a healthy level of tree coverage beside the road and the distance down to where we were parked. A little stunned at the sudden movement, her eyes lit up, and she let out an "ohh."

Following her own style, I didn't utter a word as I clambered around, kneeling over her face. I guided my cock back into her mouth and started to slowly pump back and forth. She accepted my meat as she had originally.

Her full lips wrapped around me, and I could see the impression of my cock as it descended her mouth and throat, causing her throat to expand, showing a perfect imprint of my thick, bulbous tool.

This apparently caused her to get more excited, and, like she had a few minutes ago, her hands started to wander again. This time, her left hand went to her pussycat.

Initially, it didn't do anything. It just rested over her bikini bottom. Almost as though she were self-aware that I would be watching, she seemed almost shy, which was ironic, I thought as I had my cock back in her throat again, with me pumping slowly inside and out of her luscious mouth.

This, until a few minutes ago, had been nothing but an immature fantasy that I had never had any intention of pursuing.

Until this point, I hadn't wondered about pursuing anything further. The idea of fucking her was a thought I hadn't even properly pursued in my idle daydreams.

Sure, I'd wondered what her ass would feel like and how tight her pussy would be given how well defined her legs were, but I hadn't actually stopped to think about what it would be like to fuck her.

I was pretty sure that we were on the same page here. Despite our current circumstances, the idea of actual penetration seemed, as silly as it sounded, a step too far. Out of respect for each other, our spouses, and our friendship.

Seeing her start to play with her pussy did establish curiosity. Did she shave, wax, clip, or go au naturel? I'd always thought through my usual overly abundant analysis that she'd be the type of girl who never stays the same. There'd be times when she would be full bush-eighties porn style, others where she'd be fully waxed and smooth, and then anything in between, and this would quite likely be up to the amount of spare time she had and the level of stress in her life at the time. I did know one thing. I wanted to taste that pussycat. If it was as sweet, smooth, and warm as her mouth, then I'd be blowing a load in a teenager's record time.

I also wanted to hear her climax. Not the quiet little climax you have when the kids are asleep next door or when your parents are home and you're in your girlfriend's bedroom.

I wanted to hear her outside, in the leafy, breezy summer shade, have an orgasm that gave her real pleasure. If this was our one time together, then I wanted it to be fucking satisfying for her.

I braced myself on my knees, which were spread wide over her face, and hovered over her, holding a kind of kneeling plank as I glanced over her body, coming to rest on her eyes.

As I kept slowly pumping in and out of her mouth, I whispered to her.

"I'm going to put my tongue as deep as I can inside you now."

Rather than the shocked look I would have gotten normally, she responded by using the left hand resting on her pussy to wrap her fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottom, shimmy her ass off the ground, and start to pull them down.

Seeing her instant response and struggle to get them off herself, I told her to relax back on the ground as I hooked each thumb under the material, used my fingers to guide her legs into bending at the knees, then lifted the material off over her ankles and cast it to the side using my right hand.

As I placed her swimwear to our right, she started to lower her legs to straighten them again.

As I still had my left hand on her leg, I took this chance to run my hand down her entire leg, starting at her foot, down her calf, across the side of her knee, and to the inside of her thigh before rolling across her thigh to come to rest on her pelvis before rolling further to the outside to finally stop when I grasped her ass cheek fully in my hand.

Her legs were smooth, like waxed or shaven this morning; her skin was blemish-free and pale, like a China doll, and it was so firm.

I could feel each muscle as my hand slid down. Toned, smooth, and lean. My cock jumped in her mouth as I realized how fucking hot her legs and ass were. The thought of the skirt came back to me. It didn't lie.

Eager to taste her, I selfishly brought my right hand down quickly to match my left. Each hand fully grasped a tight, smooth ass. As though sensing what I had in mind, she simultaneously spread her legs and brought her knees up.

Her pussy hair was trimmed into a neat and perfectly shaped triangle, with the lowest hair finishing an inch or so above her pussy.

I could see a glistening between her labia, which was easy to see as the top of her pussy and down were as smooth as a piece of glass.

In similar contrast to her kneeling and taking my cock in her mouth without permission, I lifted her ass off the ground with both my hands, bringing her moist pussy closer to my mouth.

I usually skip my tongue over my wife's clit a couple of times, just slowly and gently, when I go down on her, but here and now, I did as I said I was going to do.

As I lifted her ass, I cocked my wrists, bringing her pussy higher in the air, and I drove my tongue straight into her pussy as far as I could.

Her pussy lips separated for me as I felt her wet lips move up either side of my mouth. It felt like she had used lubricant or had just jumped out of a hot bath; she was so wet and hot.

Feeling her smooth, wet cunt accept my tongue so easily made me so fucking horny. This was added to when I heard her groan a deep, lustful full body release.

Her cunt tasted so sweet, and my tongue slid so easily up and down her as I slowly drove my tongue from the depths of her pussy up to her clit where I'd give four or five full strokes before slowly descending to the depths of her cunt.

Hearing her groan and moan, I could feel her starting to fuck my face.

The left hand she had used to start touching herself moved to the top of my head, forcing my tongue deeper inside her. Her feet braced on the towel, and she forced her pussy harder and harder onto my tongue. I could feel her ass clenching tighter and tighter as I brought her closer to climax.

Her breathing became shorter and shallower as she started to fight the urge to cum. Hoping to prolong this sense of tongue in her pussy and cock down her throat. I could feel my balls starting to tighten in preparation for orgasm, they had been slapping against her chin as I drove my cock down her throat as I drew closer to what I suspected was going to be an explosive cumshot.

Wanting to enjoy what was almost definitely going to be the one and only time I got to blow a load on her, I pulled my cock out of her throat and lowered myself further over her face, dropping my ballsack where my cock had just been.

She relished this new opportunity, taking both balls in her mouth simultaneously, while gently sucking.

As previously, she had a way to make this experience more pleasurable, but she worked her tongue up the front of my sack while using her right hand to use the same full strokes she had used. Wanking me slowly but forcefully. Her left hand was used to pull my ass cheeks apart to give her greater access to the top of my balls. She obviously enjoyed having a mouthful of my meat, be it cock or balls; she didn't seem to care. This was a different side to her than the nerdy (sexy as fuck) librarian look she presented over all those years.

My tongue continued its slow lap between the depths of her pussy before slowly surfacing to stimulate her clit by me pressing my tongue as flat as I could before giving her bud the full length of my tongue, with me trying to get as much wetness on her.

This seemed to make her more sensitive to my touch and gave me greater access to her depths on the return journey to her pussy.

Her breathing continued to shorten even with my shaft out of her. As if by impulse, I reached for the top of the zipper on her swim top.

I was determined to hear every second of her climax, and having it muffled by a cock or balls in her mouth might ruin that experience. I'd always thought that her breasts would be no more than a C cup.

I flipped the tab on her zipper and slid it down, stopping halfway to her naval. At first, all I could see was her sternum and the outline of what I thought were some upper abs.

She sensed this stopping and moved her left hand away from my ass, grasped the zipper, and tugged it further down, so that only two inches were still done up—just above her waist.

She then reached up and pulled her top to the side of each breast to reveal more than I'd imagined. More so, as in the size I'd always thought was pretty accurate. At least a C cup, but so much better defined than I'd ever imagined.

Her body was lean. A lot leaner than I had allowed myself to think about. Not lean like sickly but fit. Toned. Her breasts were incredible, given her low level of body fat. Full, soft, yet almost ironical or contradictorily firm. Soft but firm.

They were the breasts normally attributed to someone twenty years younger than her. Realizing how fucking hot her whole body was, I had to sit up to enjoy the view. Her tits had a small areola, only a shade or so darker than the rest of her cleavage, and her tits were set quite close together with minimal room between them for a very narrow sternum.

This must've been why I'd always thought that her rack wasn't as hot as her ass. "Fuck, that was a mistake," I cussed myself.

I brought my hips further forward and slid my wet cock between her tits. The spit she'd left on me acted as the perfect lubricant.

Her right hand moved away from wanking me and joined her left hand by squeezing her tits around my cock. I started grinding my cock against her sternum, while fully encased in her firm, warm, soft tits.

Every time I drew back, she’d lick my ball sack, which I'd then drive back down between her tits before pausing at the end of my stroke with my nuts wedged at the top of her cleavage. This spit would continue to lubricate this most fucking awesome of boyhood fantasies.

To take the view fully in, I rose up into a push up position and ran the middle and ring fingers down her pussy a few times to get them fully wet.

Not wanting to hurt or startle her, this continued for four or five strokes before I paused and eased them both inside her aching cunt.

Inside her, I worked the fingertips against the front wall of her pussy in a kind of 'come here' motion.

Her breathing continued to shorten, and she let out her first moan. A sign that her climax was getting closer. I continued fucking her tits while working the front of her pussy.

My fingering motion took on a more robust and meaningful motion of almost trying to lift her pussy an inch or so and at a much quicker pace.

I added the use of my other hand by running the tips of each finger over her clit in order, almost like waving to someone by only moving your wrist. To do this, I had to take my weight on my knees, which forced me to sit up further.

The view was a-fucking-mazing. My cock tip popped out the bottom of her tits at the bottom of my stoke, my balls got licked at the top of each stroke, and her moans were getting louder and louder as my fingers continued to work her cunt and clit from the inside and out.

What was either a moan or a forced exhalation then started to combine into a moan with every breath, and her breathing was becoming closer and closer until there was almost no telling when she was breathing in, and there was just one long moan, which in turn got louder and louder.

She briefly took one hand off her tits to move down to my hand and cover it, using it to encourage what I was doing with the two fingers inside her before moving it back to squeeze her tits together again. This final sense of her enjoyment was my final straw.

My balls tightened again, and I gave her tits more rough and full effort fucks. Her pussy started to tighten as her moans became more vocal.

This is what I had been looking forward to. Knowing from past experiences that too much stimulation can ruin a girl's orgasm, I withdrew my fingers and left them just inside her pussy while I increased the effort to stimulate her clit.

Her pussy tightened further while she arched her back against my fingers. Her screams of pleasure rang out across the leafy outdoor fuckspace we were in.

As there weren't any cars going by at that moment, there was the added pleasure of a short and small echo of her pleasure as her fucking motion against my fingers increased to a rapid pace.

"Jesus! Fucking hell! Oh, fuck!" she yelled as her cunt wrapped around my fingers, tensing and squeezing in surprisingly strong contractions.

Seeing and feeling this brought me undone. I glanced at my cock wrapped in her tits. I swore to myself never to forget what I was about to see. The tightness in my balls grew and grew.

Determined not to let this be some shitty little dribble of cum I let the pressure build as much as I could stand until I couldn't hold it any longer.

The first shot of cum dribbled out of my cock, coming to rest at the bottom of her tits. Seeing this, I took my cock in my hand by taking the two fingers off her cunt.

I sat up and back on her face, which she took as an opportunity to lick my perineum. I wanked my cock three or so times before the first blast streamed from my dick.

It landed about three inches past her navel and stopped at the top of her bikini line, the next landed on her pussy and upper thigh, and the next was about the same.

All the time we'd been friends, we'd both said that at no time ever would we fuck someone else. And yet here we were, having done all but fuck each other, and I watched as I saw her hand go down to her pussy and wipe my cum all around her pussy, use some of it to lube her own ring and middle fingers, and use it to put the two same fingers I had used inside herself to slowly insert into the top knuckle and out again.

Without meaning to, my cum was inside another woman, and she was using it to give herself pleasure.

When I was spent and she was fingering herself, I brought my cock back to her mouth, where I put it inside one more time so she could get the remnants of cum off and allow me to sit up fully to enjoy seeing her use my cum to get herself off. Uttering to myself as much as her, I blurted, "What the fuck just happened?"

"That's about eight years of built-up sexual tension, my friend," came her reply.

"We both know it's been there, but we didn't know it would ever come out." "This idea of yours—about the meetup and the story—was it just to try and fuck me?"

I was surprised and a little taken back. "No, I didn't think we'd ever end up doing anything; I guess it was designed as a bit of a weird compliment to you. I always thought that we were good on our idea that we'd both never cheat, and I was. I am happy with that."

"Well," she said, "we kind of have now, but I'm glad we didn't fuck as such, and we haven't kissed, so that's some tokenistic measure of our commitment, I guess."

I continued her thinking, "Truth is, I was hoping to get you horny at least; that's a compliment for me. That bit about the skirt, your professionalism, and your friendship—that's all true. I think you're awesome at your job; you're very fucking sexy, and I really cherish our friendship."

"We're pretty much the same there, then. I think the same of you. Let's go for another swim. We'll both have to get going soon."