Chapter 8: Tasting
It was now a few weeks after that very first time Eric entered me, cut short by my bleeding period and other assorted tortures my body chose to put me through.
It was a Friday, and my lover Eric and I skipped work for the day, to check into a motel for the afternoon and to play, play, play.
He always called me Kat, partly because my name is Kathy. But mostly because whenever he licked and nibbled on me, or lovingly stuffed all of his goodness into me, I could never stop purring! Or he called me Sweetness, after a romantic pet name he had heard in a move many years earlier and always hoped he would find a relationship where he would call his lover “Sweetness”…and I was thrilled that he finally found his Sweetness…in me!
And I called him my Cyrano, because like that famous fictional character, my lover’s “nose” was so enormous that it preceded him into a room by 15 minutes, and because, like Cyrano, he was such a skilled “swordsman,” always with “devastating” results. I was his soft, velvety, and fur-lined sheath, his favorite place to store his steel-hard sword and my sheath’s favorite sword to wrap itself around.
I also called him my Dear Heart, after one of my favorite song lyrics (by Andy Williams): “Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this night….”
Mixing metaphors, my Cyrano’s sword was my Excalibur, the most powerful sword in all the land. And I was his Lady of the Lake, the stone in which his Excalibur would plunge, and only he knew how to thrust his sword into and out of my stone in such a way as to surround Excalibur with a protective lake of moisture, keeping all others from “coming” between Excalibur and the Lady of the Lake.
That Friday, after breakfast together and window shopping at an antiques mall, hand-holding and flirting and kissing all morning, we checked into a motel for the rest of the day, as early as they would let us in. And we stayed until we had to return home to our loveless, sexless marriages. And that Friday, we spent five amazing hours in bed together, as we had done on several previous occasions (our record would be 7 hours).
After we stripped each other naked and made slow, sweet love for over an hour, I remembered that my Dear Heart had once told me his fantasy of seeing me wearing one of his shirts buttoned up on me, and nothing else! So when he wasn’t looking, I picked up his shirt and disappeared into the motel bathroom.
I emerged from the bathroom wearing only his buttoned-up shirt and a smile. I’m 5’7” and blessed with nicely shaped and very long legs, which he kept looking up and down as I strolled slowly, seductively, one foot in front of the other, toward the bed where he was lying all deliciously naked and hard for me.
His shirt was way too tight on me, and my 34-C breasts were straining against his buttons and peeking through in several places, which made my Cyrano’s smile – and his steel-hard sword – even bigger. Seeing my effect on him made my smile bigger, too.
I stood beside the bed as he sat up and unbuttoned my shirt – I mean his shirt – off of me, and pulled me down onto the bed with him. For the next glorious 4 hours, we made love in every possible way – missionary, me on top, 69, and finally doggie style. And his unbuttoned shirt remained on me the whole time, framing my breasts and the curve of my hips. I could tell he really liked how his open shirt looked on me, because to my total delight, he just couldn’t stop ravishing me over and over in every possible position for four glorious hours, with hardly more than 10 minute breaks between rounds–making that Friday one the hottest sex sessions and one of the sweetest memories of my whole life!
Even more than four years later, I’m so happy to have had this experience with my Cyrano, but also sad that, because we broke up three years ago, I will never, ever, be loved this good again.
After I got home Friday night, I emailed my lover, “I’ve been searching for the words to tell you how amazing today was, how amazing you were, how wonderful I feel right now, how great I’m feeling about us (us, oh how that word brings a tingle all over!), and how much I love you, how much I appreciate and adore that so much of your goodness is still in me right now. Mmmmmm, !
“But then I realized, there are occasions when there is so much more to human expression than words can say, and this is one of them. We don’t need words. What you did to me, how you made me feel, how very good and powerfully intense it all was; mere words would only diminish the memory. This weekend is going to be hell for me, though, not being in your arms. I can’t wait to see you again on Monday…and to give you even more of the love and kisses and licks I have for you, only for you! So….how are you doing? ….. Your Kat”
His sweet and sexy reply Friday night thrilled me right down to my toes. “I'm doing great. So many images from today fill my mind now. And most especially that final time, when you stretched out face down under me and simply and just about unintentionally and so effortlessly…..erotically yet almost innocently…. pulled me into you from behind. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
“As I lie here naked tonight, writing my thoughts and my feelings to you, your sweetness still on my tongue and on my sword, I just keep remembering that final round from this afternoon. I keep replaying in my mind how I held onto and reveled in the feeling of being in you from behind, for what seemed forever. Just slow in and out, in and out, in and out, sharing the most exquisite pleasure for us both.
“I can’t stop thinking about how I then savored and reveled in your endless orgasms onto me, all over my deeply-buried and steel-hard sword, savoring the sweet music of your happy purring, your loud and joyful moans, the beauty of your sweet round ass and your incredibly pretty sheath for my sword, so inviting and welcoming under me….both your ass and your sheath hungrily taking my sword all the way in, deeply and lovingly. Feeling so happy and so loving toward you, only you, so loved and so in love, as I was making you tremble in erotic ecstasy, felt how much you love me and only me, which only made me love you even more.
“Feeling myself to be so big, bigger than I’ve ever felt myself to be, compared to the tightness of your sweet little round ass and the narrowness of your amazing soft and velvety sheath clamped so tightly and so lovingly around my sword, the sweet tickle of your soft and gorgeous black bush against my aching hard cock and against my balls, swollen with what I knew you hungered for me to pour into you. The sweet oil from your soft velvety sheath, flowing freely and endlessly onto my sword, burnishing it to an ever increasing steel hardness.
“And then only when you said I could, when you asked me to, when you just about begged me to, only then did I finally let go, let go to the most amazing human connection ever, releasing into you a powerful physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual connection, such harmony, we two becoming one now and forever, melting together, as you drenched my sword and I filled you to overflowing …. and you so obviously feeling such intense pleasure from what I was doing to you, what I was doing for you, for us…..as you playfully half-moaned and half-cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West: ‘I’m melting! Melting onto you! Melting with you! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!’
“No matter what else may happen in the rest of my life from this day forward, that moment will always be a high-point of my life. I'm so glad we had that moment, that magic……..So yes, I’m doing just fine, more than fine. I’ve never felt more joyous. Nor ever loved by anyone more than you love me and I love you. – Yours in an explosive celebration of our love and our passion. Your Cyrano the Swordsman.”
It took me over an hour to calm down enough from reading – and reacting hornily to – his loving and erotically charged words, before I replied, “Amazing, how that happened, you taking me from behind almost by accident and how amazing that felt …..for us both. The images and the magic from today are extremely vivid in my mind, as well. I'll see you Monday, my darling, my beloved…my friend….my lover!!! Yours, Kat”
On Sunday afternoon, with Friday still very much on my mind, I emailed my Cyrano again: “Good afternoon, sweet. I did some housework – the whole time wishing you were here – but then again, if you were here, I would be in a sheer teddy, not in my worn-out house-cleaning jeans and t-shirt, and we’d be doing something a whole lot more fun than housework.
“Then I went for a walk, the whole time the memory of how very good it felt on Friday, to feel you sliding into me and throbbing so hard in me, feeling how much you love me and want me…and how hungrily I wanted you. It’s all good…..so good! Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!
“Even as I type this, all the sweet, precious images from Friday are very much on my mind. This was a very special occasion, and I will always hold it in my heart. You are very dear to me. See you tomorrow. Yours, body, soul and ‘sheath,’ all of me yours now, Kat”
My sexy Cyrano emailed me more words designed to thrill me through and through: “Good evening sweetness. As you know, I’ve been calling you Sweetness, as well as Kat, for some time now. But after Friday, that pet name, ‘Sweetness,’ means so much more to me …. now that I know first-hand – or first tongue? -- how truly sweet you really do taste!
“I smile every time I see a message from you. Mmmmm, the image of you in a sheer teddy running the vacuum cleaner….this image has me so hard right now, I wish you were here to see and enjoy how this hot image of you that your loving and erotic words have painted in my mind, is affecting me right now.
“But even in jeans and t-shirt, you’re so beautiful, so sexy. If I were there right now, you wouldn’t need a sheer teddy to get me peeling you naked; what you have on right now, would be off, and on the floor very fast! Then I would unplug the vacuum, lean you over the couch, and then plug you! I’d plug me into you! Just like I did that final round on Friday!
“But then again, knowing you, as I now do know you so well, knowing the endless hunger I seem to cause in you….well, more than likely, seeing me approach you while I’m wearing only my hard-on and a smile as you vacuum in your teddy, you would shut the vacuum off and shove me onto the floor and straddle me and have your way with me over and over again, until you completely satisfy your endless intense hunger for me. And of course you know me, you know I wouldn’t resist!
“Your lover! I love that title; I shall strive to always be deserving to have you call me your lover.
“Yes Friday was very special. The things you said to me then, calling me your ‘dear heart’ and your Cyrano when we first got started, and then calling me ‘Oh baby YES!’ when I had slowly, patiently brought you to where I wanted you to be – where I knew you wanted and needed to be – and then your endless happy purring, your loud and endless ‘YES! YES! YES!’ – and then the various ways you touched me, touched my body while touching the depths of my soul, the way you so thoroughly coated my thrusting sword with your love and your intense passion…..I will never, ever forget any of it.
“I hope we'll have other opportunities to express our love in this special and wonderful and magical way again. But even if we somehow never do, Friday alone will always be a lifetime cherished memory for me. And I suspect Friday will always be a special and unforgettable memory for you, too! ….. Yes, you are very dear to me, too. – Love always, Your Dearheart, Your Cyrano, and now also your ‘Oh baby YES!’….and your lover!
We followed up this amazing and wonderful Friday on the following Monday afternoon, when we met up at the end of our workday.
Some weeks earlier, we had found this special little place for our hands to explore each other in privacy. It was a secluded emergency fire stairway between a two-story shopping mall and an adjoining four-story parking garage. Every time we went there, our hands were free to explore each other with the thrilling risk that we could be seen but the security of knowing nobody ever uses those completely closed-off stairs, since there’s an elevator right next to it.
So that Monday afternoon, after our amazing Friday, and after we both got off our respective jobs, we returned to that garage to kiss and hug and jam our hands down the front and the back of each other’s jeans for as long as we could, until we both had to get home to our respective spouses.
On Tuesday morning, we rode the trolley downtown together, as we did every weekday. When I got to the station, my Cyrano was already there waiting for me. I could see his adoring eyes watching me as I got out of my car, those penetrating big brown eyes that had looked through my eyes and into my very soul as we had made love for five amazing hours on the previous Friday. And that final round, the hardened steel of his sword sliding and sliding effortlessly, completely, into my sheath from behind.
Tuesday I was in tight jeans and a very pretty green blouse that unbuttons down the front. The moment I saw him standing on the trolley platform with that hungry look in his eyes as he ran toward me, I rushed to him like a feather flying on a gentle wind, and I hugged him tight. I gratefully slid my tongue halfway down his throat. Grateful for the intense pleasure we had shared for hours in a motel only that previous Friday, grateful about the mutual masturbation in our special stairwell on the previous afternoon after work on Monday, grateful to be in his loving arms again this morning, Tuesday…..and most of all at that moment, grateful for what we were about to share before going to work that morning.
That Tuesday morning, as we hugged while awaiting our trolley to our downtown jobs, as we did every morning, I told him, “All that talk about me wearing my sheerest teddy for you has me so wet right now! I hunger for you, and I need you to take me back to our special stairwell this morning!”
Even though I was in his arms the whole way into downtown, the 20 minute trolley ride seemed interminable. I could hardly wait for him to slide his hand into my panties again, to feel him sliding one and then two fingers into my tight, trembling moistness. I hungered to unzip him again, to wrap my hand around all of his thick, hard goodness again. We hadn’t shown our love and appreciation and adoration for each other’s love orgasms for 14 hours, way too long of a wait for my horniness, and I sensed for his, too.
And finally we were back in that same four-story emergency stairwell in the mall again, where we had been only 14 or 15 hours earlier.
He gently pushed me flat against the back wall of the stairwell landing, and stepped in right against me.