A Second Chance Ch. 03: Stacey

I was unsure what I should do when I arrived at her place. I stood in front of the door, steeling my courage before I gently knocked. The door was quickly opened by a middle-aged woman, just a bit taller than me. I knew her from our webchat: Stacey.

Walking through the door I asked, "So, what now?" She grabbed me by my belt, pulled me close and started to kiss me. Even though it had been a while, I remembered what to do and I liked it. It was a little unfamiliar, ever so nice. Her hands were running over my shirt, feeling the outline of my arms and chest, and responded in kind.

Stacey was wearing a rather thin nighty, nothing fancy, but it had a nice feel to it. I ran my hands over the sheer fabric and discovered she was not wearing a bra underneath. My hands explored further; searched faster. As I wandered down her back to the bottom of the cloth, I reached to caress her underwear, but found only skin.

I grabbed her ass as I continued to kiss her. She took this as permission to slowly unbutton my shirt. Pulling it down provided her the opportunity to pin down my arms back in the sleeves. She moved her face down my chest, gently nibbling and licking. And to think I had been hesitant about coming over.

I spun my forearms out from under my shirt and took hold of her arms, leading her towards the couch. Slowly I sat down, now bare from the waist up. She planted her knees on either side of me, sat down on my lap and offered me her breasts to fondle; Her gorgeous, soft, sensitive tits. As I touched and licked them, she ground her bare pussy on the lump in the front of my jeans, growing more and more exited until I felt her body tense. The flood of her juices soaked my jeans as she came for the first time that night. This warm wet spot near my zipper only increased my excitement.

While she already got her relief, for me everything was still just building to a crescendo that started hours earlier while I was surfing the Internet. At some point, I don't remember when, I had run into Stacey on-line.

I had previously met her at a party, where she grabbed my hand while I sat talking with friends, and pulled me up to dance. I vividly remember letting her know half way through that it would be only that one song because I just can't dance. I was barely slick enough to hurriedly follow with, "when I'm wearing clothes."

And then, earlier today, when I started a DM to catch up with her, it quickly became evident that I wanted more than just typing. And I wasn't the only one. Stacey admitted that when she saw me online, she worked hard to get less between us than two keyboards and a lot of Internet. I saw this as a careful and calculated dance that had to move seamlessly towards us meeting. Stacey did not have that much patience.

She sent me enticing photographs. It started with pics of her in parking lots and malls...with her shirt partly open, progressed to her with her nipples exposed, and then our switching on our web-cams. She was hot, and in my eyes, getting hotter by the moment. Her fingers traced the outline of her nipples through her shirt. She pointed her camera so I could see her tickling her clit. And as quickly as she repointed her camera back to her face, our cyber-chat shifted.

Hunter: I definitely liked what I saw.

Stacey: And, just what did you see?

Hunter: Well, unless your camera fell over, exactly what you wanted me to see.

Stacey: True, but that isn't HOW I wanted you to see it.

Hunter: Why? Is your cam not good?

Stacey: No silly. There shouldn't be a camera at all

There was a slight pause

Stacey: What are you doing? I only see one hand above the keyboard.

Hunter: My "missing hand" MAY be doing the same thing YOUR missing hand is doing. You are starting to get a very nice smile there.

Stacey: Well, I'm starting to cum.

I intently watched the video, slowly playing with myself, matching her movement for movement. When she teased her nipple, I followed. She moved her right hand, and I mine.

Stacey: Very soon.

Her hand moved more quickly causing me to shake despite our separation.

Stacey: OMG! That was amazing. I really needed that cum.

Hunter: Me too. I am almost there.

Stacey: NO! Come here...now!

Hunter: I don't think I can wait that long...I am so close.

I could feel my dick twitching; that wonderfully familiar, tingling feeling started to spread from the base of my cock.

Stacey: No! Don't you dare. Stop that now! Come over here.

Then, I saw directions spill across the screen.

Hunter: I'm coming.

Stacey: No!

Hunter: Check the spelling.

I signed off, quickly pulled on sneakers and pants, but no socks or underwear. I did not think I would be needing them. The directions were oh so difficult to follow, not because they were complicated or wrong, but because I wasn't focusing well. Hell, I almost came in the car without even touching anything that would have gotten me arrested while in public.

And that brings us back to this very moment. Me sitting on a couch, naked from the waist up, a woman on my lap, naked from the waist down, my jeans wet with her cum, the smell of her sex absolutely intoxicating. She started licking my chest again. She drew small circles with her tongue, tracing the curves of my pectorals, circling my nipples, still grinding her pussy into my jeans, wimpering. I could tell she wanted to cum again! And I wanted to cum for the first time that day.

I wondered how intense each orgasm was. Typically, the longer we put it off, the more we tease and build, the more intense the feelings. I couldn't believe that her easy, frequent orgasms could be as intense. But, with her panting as she ground her pussy lips into my jeans, I wasn't so sure. I felt my crotch grow ever wetter as she came yet again! This was the third time tonight. I was both amazed and jealous.

Stacey slowly backed off of my lap, dragging her hands to my belt. Staring into my eyes, she pulled my belt back unbuckling the clasp. The jean's button and zipper went next. Then my shoes. I was then led from the couch to the living room floor where she coaxed me out of my already open pants.

She began rubbing her cheek against my hard cock, kissing the shaft repeatedly. I noticed her hand playing with her pussy while she knelt on the ground before me. She smiled up at me and, with the hand she had just had between her legs, she sexily lubricated my dick.

She crawled up my body, rubbing her breasts along my length until she was eye to eye with me and said, "How do you want me?" I instructed her to turn around and place her hands on the coffee table leaving her ass in the air. "Fuck me," she wiggled.

I dropped to my knees to admire her pussy. As I breathed her scent, I couldn't help but move between her legs to let my tongue explore that wonderfully delicious pussy. I could taste her juices flowing from her hole. "Oh FUCK, that's not what I...Okay...that works too." I could see her left arm raise up. I think she was playing with her nipples but I couldn't quite see from my position. She started grinding her ass backwards into my face.

I stood up and slid my cock into her pussy, intending to slowly tease and slap it against her. However, it has been a while and she had been teasing me all night. I didn't last, instead moving faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, trying so hard not to cum. But, when she hungrily pushed back, it was just too much. I started cumming. I continued to pump until well after I stopped.

We fell to the floor in one contented pile, Stacey licking my dick clean of our combined juices. I could feel my cock jump with each lick. Then, she surprised me. She reached to her pussy and brought our combined juices to her mouth. While she sucked my cum from her pussy soaked hands, I reached over to play with her nipples. It did not take long for her to cum yet again, but this time I joined her.

To be sure, this was not the only time we were together. However, the memories of this first experience are by far the strongest, and have lasted far longer than just that night's drive home.