Why Blondes 2

Author’s Note:  This is the second of several chapters.  I had written the first and second chapters of this true story several weeks ago, and when I looked for the diskette containing the stories, I could not find it!  So, doggone it, I had to re-write both chapters.  This is the second second chapter then, modified by imagination and time.  This story is written in the first person, a clear giveaway that I made this stuff up.

We showered together, and Bea went down on me again, water splashing on her face and matting her hair, but I was done. It seems I’d never been so drained in my life.  We spent some time in the flowing water, fondling and tickling, laughing and whispering, but in the end, she had an aerobics class to get to, and I had to go by the golf course and “finish my round.”  We dried one another and dressed, Bea 

I staggered out of Bea’s place about a half an hour before dark.  We’d spent four hours very well, I thought.  I jumped in my truck and tooted the horn as I pulled out.  We had not talked about getting back together or anything, we’d just let the pleasure of the experience lie lightly on us on departure.  If I had my druthers, we’d be back again soon.  But time will tell.

I drove to the golf course and headed for the snack bar.  Ordered a beer from the fine looking cashier, Andrea, with whom I exchanged glances.  I recognized something I’d not seen in her looks before, the same kind of look that I saw so clearly in Bea earlier in the elevator.  Not being in any condition to act upon this knowledge, I let it slide and sat down with my beer.  After a few minutes, though, Andrea walked over through the nearly empty bar, and stood in front of me making small talk.  I was of course interested, for Andrea was an interesting woman, and was a perfectly lovely blonde of about five-four, 115 pounds, with long wavy hair and a curvy figure, and breasts larger than Bea’s that were hardly contained in her little blouse.

We sat there a few minutes – well, I sat and she stood, her breasts just within reach about forehead high – until some of the regulars came in.  She excused herself, taking the trouble to say she’d be right back, and took orders and poured beer for the warriors returned from battle with the course.  We all gathered around to check scores and swap golfing lies, while Andrea moved in and out, dropping off orders, picking up empties, and refilling the thirsty men’s cups as soon as they drained the last drop.

Everyone appreciated Andrea, her loveliness and camaraderie, and she was very adept at fighting men off without seeming to.  I don’t think she would have fought me off for any more than show though, as she kept coming back to my chair, standing behind me and commenting on this or that.  She occasionally leaned over my shoulder to indicate some questionable point on the scorecards that I had been asked to review.  She more than once brushed her blouse on my shoulder and neck, and I could feel the warmth of her chest and her breath on me.  I started to get aroused in spite of my previous exertions.

Soon after that, she ended up sitting on my lap with her arms around my neck, asking me – to the delight of my golfing buddies, who would no doubt have ages of laughs at my expense for this – if she were kissable and desirable.  I of course pronounced her both, and eloquently told her of my “growing ardor and esteem with which I hold her up to heaven on a pedestal” or some such, and she ate it up.  The group was roaring at this point, and I suspiciously looked about me as I suggested that someone was setting me up here.

Andrea leaned over and whispered in my ear, “David, wouldn’t you like to see more of me?”  Cool on the outside, but churning up fast inside, I whispered back in her ear, “Andrea, I think you are terrific and strongly desire you.  Darlin’, I have to tell you though that I am married.  I would not want you to be disappointed in me for not telling you that up front.”

She jerked away and walked back to the snack bar, obviously deliberating over something.  She beckoned Dan, one of my closer golf cronies, over and they conferred for a couple of minutes.  She seemed satisfied and let him return to the group.  I eyed him curiously he just looked back, a big goofy grin on his face, and said nothing.

Eventually the party broke up, and the guys started to filter out, and I finally collared Dan and asked him what he and Andrea had been conspiring about.  Dan said, “well, Pete, she asked me if you were really married.  I kinda looked at her and said, ‘well, Andrea, you mean this week?’ and ended up confessing that you were indeed hitched.  I felt it my bounden duty to be truthful.”

“Dan, you did the right thing.  As desirable as she is, I imagine there is some fire under those roots and she would kick my ass from here to Knoxville if I’d come on to her under false pretenses.”

This broke both of us up, and we ambled out laughing, full of good fellowship and cheer.  We walked together to the parking lot and parted ways.  As Dan pulled away, I found I was missing my wallet.  I knew I’d had it back in the snack bar, so I knew what I had to do.  I set my jaw and headed back in.

The place was empty, and Andrea had finished her efficient cleanup and was back behind the bar, preparing food for tomorrow’s crowd.  I sheepishly approached the counter, ignored for the moment.  I cleared my throat ever so slightly and she glanced around.  

“Forget something, lover?” she asked, and continued with her work.  I swallowed hard and replied, “I think I left my wallet in here, Andrea.  And…”  the words stuck in my throat.  She turned fully to me and said “…and?  Is there something else that you wanted?”

“Andrea, I would love to have you, but I won’t do anything under false pretenses.  I am married, and I have no intention to leave my wife.  But, you are extremely attractive to me…”

“Better stop there, buster, or you may get in over you head.”  Andrea looked directly into my eyes.  “Because there is not one thing that I would like more than to get closer to you, and see more of you.”  I blinked.  She continued, “I can not think of a single thing that I would not do for you either.”  I coughed.  She stopped, tears welling up in her eyes.  “I’m sorry to spring this all on you, David.  I know it is unfair.  But life is unfair, and I have my own needs.  And I know what I want.”

I stood there, stunned, and she stood there, defiant, until I opened my arms and beckoned her into them.  She flew around the counter to me, tears in full flow as she slammed into me and held on for dear life.  Her grip was exquisite and unrelenting.  I cradled her head in my hand and we rocked back and forth together, joined at shoulder, chest, waist, and groin.  In spite of my previous engagement, in spite of the awkward situation, I felt my cock begin to rise and stiffen against her belly.  She looked up at me with blurry eyes, and I bent down and kissed her tear-stained cheeks, then her forehead and her nose, before I settled on her mouth and planted a sweet gentle kiss on her salty lips.

Andrea kissed me back hard and passionately.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me, lips grinding on lips and pelvises quickly acquainting.  We remained locked in each other’s grip for some time, and I sampled her face, head, and neck with my lips while my hands caressed her from her shoulders to her hips.  I stopped at her breasts once or twice, cupping the soft mounds over her shirt.  she pressed her chest up against my hand and moaned, nipping my tongue in her mouth.  I promptly squeezed harder on her breast, catching her nipple with my thumb and forefinger through the fabric and twisting it as best I could.

She kissed me with renewed passion at this, and held my neck tightly.  I moved my hand down from her breast and caressed her tummy before plunging my hand into her pants.  They were not too tight, and I forced my way down, touching her panties and eventually cupping my hand around her mons mound.  She started to buck and breathe erratically, and rubbed her crotch against my intruding fingers working their way under her panties to her warm slit.  She was pumping out the juices from her pussy, and on touching her flesh I found my fingertips become slick and warm.  I slipped my middle finger inside her vaginal lips and stirred the juices, making her shudder and spread her legs apart.

With my other hand, I grabbed her ass through her pants and squeezed it.  She began to hump my finger then, and I helped her move up and down with my hand on her rear.  Her front hand released my neck and adjusted my hold on her crotch for more efficient masturbation.  Her breath was coming in gasps now, and she maneuvered my hand as she saw (or felt) fit, pumping it back and forth across her slit while my finger penetrated her and retreated in time.  I could tell she was losing her grip and only my hand on her ass kept her from sliding to the floor.  At last she went limp before grasping my arm below the elbow and jerking my hand faster and faster.  My finger violated her cunt savagely, and she began a low moan and twitching that signaled the onset of her orgasm.

I could not have been happier at these developments, cock standing at full attention, waiting its turn while I hand-slammed Andrea.  Her legs had buckled and she slid to the floor even as she peaked, and I found myself holding her up precariously by one hand on her ass and one finger up her hole impaling her. My invading finger continued to ravish her cunt until she collapsed completely, when I lifted her up and walked to a table in the dark snack bar.  I laid her on the table on her back and gently removed my hand from her pants.  I then unbuttoned and unzipped them, and pulled them off of her hips.  I removed her shoes and finished removing her pants, throwing them on the floor below me.  Next came her panties, which were more than damp by now, and fragrant with the scent of her lust. 

Andrea still lay on her back and watched me remove her clothing. I pantomimed putting the panties in my pocket after inhaling a deep draught from them, and she giggled.  Her nude legs wrapped around me, drawing me in, and I struggled to remove my own pants before she pinned me between her legs.  But remove them I did, and soon found my stiff cock pressed against her slit.  She was wet and hot, almost on fire.  I slickered up my shaft by rubbing against her slit, which elicited more moans and a tighter grip from her legs, then I backed up enough to redirect my tool to its home inside her.  I slid all the way in with ease.

I marveled at her muscles, which clenched and milked me tightly.  She again was in the throes of passion, and I hardly had to move while she ground against my hips and blew another load of juices all over my crotch.  I held her hands through this explosion, and on its completion I laid her hands back down on her tummy.  Still inside her now tranquil pelvis, I slowly pumped her and considered my next move.

Her legs were still around my back, and tight, so I lifted them up by her thighs and placed them over my shoulders.  This lifted her enough that I slipped halfway out of her, and it opened up the avenue to her other hole too.  I decided to take as much advantage of this circumstance as possible, and pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock directly at her asshole.  We were wet, slick from orgasmic juices, my own pre-cum, and sweat from our exertions, and I felt I could slide into her rear door fairly easily.  I rubbed the tip of my dick up and down along the crack and tested my entry by pushing up against her.

Andrea gasped, and then she pushed back slightly and I split the sphincter.  The head of my dick was jammed in her back door, and she let out a low rumble from her throat.  I pulled back a centimeter and pushed in again.  She pushed back again, and I was in!  Her anal gateway opened up and the head of my cock slid in an inch or so.  Andrea breathed out hard, adjusting to this new intrusion, and I pulled back and rammed again, forcing my way deeper into the passage that she had in common with boys.  I began to stroke it, inching my way deeper into her bowel until I hit bottom.  My full size was buried inside her, and I paused to view my efforts so far.

Andrea lay on her back on the table with her eyes closed, hair splayed all around and hanging off the table, legs slung over my shoulders and my pubic hair against her cunt lips.  I could feel their heat and the moisture of them, and I rubbed my hips up and down against her, her impaled ass dancing on my hard dick.  She was clutching her ass cheeks in each hand, spreading them out to further enable my penetration or in trying to minimize the pain of my assault.  I covered her hands in mine and pulled her cheeks further apart, and made another push to transfix her deeper on me.

Andrea was effectively out of it now, her hands fallen away from her ass and head back with eyes closed.  Her ass engulfed my cock, and I began to stroke her there, gently at first.  I had to hold her legs up, so I held them out straight and split them to reveal her entire pubic area, my dick forming an axis for her movement.  This altered the sensations I felt in stroking her, and I quickly increased my movements to a pumping into her asshole that became faster and faster, with rigid strokes ending with my balls slapping against her crack.  I felt my ardor begin to rise.  I spread her legs out further, eventually laying one down on the table as I struck her repeatedly in that sensitive area with my velvet hammer.  I had succeeded in turning her onto her side and I lifted her top leg over my head and onto my other shoulder and went at her with a vengeance. 

With Andrea impaled on my cock lying sideways, I now had ready access to her cunt with my hand.  I grabbed the pubic hair and plunged my thumb inside her sex, which was as warm, wet, and willing as when I earlier jerked her off to orgasm.  Inside her, I could feel my dick through the walls of her sex and ass, and my cock could feel my thumb pressing against her perineum.  These new sensations reacted in me to bring me to full climax, and I shivered as I shoved while my dick poured out its contents inside her back passage.  There was not much left after the day’s earlier efforts, but what was there leaked out of her hole as my strokes slowed to a halt.  Her pulsing sphincter squeezed my softening cock unmercifully, pulling the last drop of cum from me, before I spilled out of her completely and leaned heavily on the table.

Andrea sat up, grimacing at the pain of the molestation of her asshole, and looked at me.  She smiled, and moved gingerly to get down off the table.  I assisted her down and helped her walk over behind the counter to her sink.  She turned the water on warm, leaned over the sink, and splashed water on her face.  I stood beside her, my spent organ rubbed raw by my rapacity.  She lifted the moveable hand shower head and motioned for me to come forward.  I stepped up to the sink and she sprayed my steaming and raw penis with warm water.  Then she soaped it up and laved it gently in her hands, more like she was masturbating me than washing.  She rinsed me off and started again, with less soap this time and a stronger grip on my dick.

She washed and rinsed me a third time, and although my dick ached with desire, it remained flaccid, only meagerly tumescent from her ministrations.  She leaned over and took me in her mouth, tasting me after her work, and seemed satisfied as she withdrew and I popped out from between her lips.  I told her to sit herself on the sink, and she climbed onto the counter with her feet in the sink and sat facing me.  I took the hand shower wand and after testing the temperature of the water, pointed it between her legs and sprayed.  I lathered up my free hand, and bypassing her pussy for the moment, began to return her favor by caressing and washing her ass with warm, soapy hands.

I rinsed her off paying particular attention to making sure all the soap was rinsed from her cunt lips.  She climbed off the sink and stood next to me.  She wrapped her arms around me and sighed.  “That was unbelievable, lover” she said as she buried her face in my chest.  I could feel her hot breath through my shirt.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk a step for a week without thinking of you,” and she turned her head up to look at me, a big smile splitting her face.  I smiled back and laughed.

“You sure took it well, my dear.  I’ll be glad to carry you around until you can walk again, but the way I want to carry you may not help you heal.” 

She sighed again, and bit against my chest in response to this covert threat.  I pulled her head away and leaned down to kiss her lips.  We stood by the sink sucking face until she came back up for air.  “Oh, please, lover.  You are going to melt me into a puddle if you stay so hot!” She pleaded with me to release her, and at last I relented.  She delicately walked over to the table they had just been on and picked up our articles of clothing left on the floor.  She also looked closely at the table, and had me toss a wiping towel over to her, with which she cleaned the table of our love’s leavings.

I dressed while she puttered around the snack bar, watching her move tenderly to protect her ravaged backside.  She stopped when I was dressed, leaning against the bar and looking me over.  I saw her and she smiled at me and beckoned me over.  I met her embrace and lifted her into my arms, kissing her lips and face amorously while holding her up in the air on my chest.  She laughed and reached down for my sex, but it was all put away for the time being.  I released her, placing her on the floor, and grabbed her by the back of her neck and hair to draw her face to me again.  We kissed tenderly in the faded light before I released her and turned to leave.  Over my shoulder I said, “Andrea, I’ll be by next week for a round.  I look forward to seeing you again.”

Andrea watched him leave, a mixture of admiration, adoration, and disappointment crossing her visage.  She would fuck him like that daily if he’d let her, she thought, and she turned to close up shop.

I staggered into the parking lot in the darkness.  Only two or three cars still here, I thought, including Eric’s.  The club golf pro was usually gone by now.  A noise startled him slightly as Eric and a woman emerged from the door to the cart building into the shadowy evening, laughing and clinging to one another. I smiled and got in my car, at last headed home after a very busy day.

End of chapter two.