Reminiscing

At some point in the proceedings Gordon's cock had escaped unnoticed from Helen's mouth, a fact taken by Gordon as signifying Helen's reluctance to suck him off and he moved yet again. This time he turned again and lay alongside Helen, cradling her in his arms in unselfish affection. Helen was touched by this generous act and gently pulling him over on top of her, offered her pussy to his cock. Gordon had needed no second invitation and entered her in one long thrust, nesting deep within her cunt where he stayed motionless until Helen spurred him on with slow rhythmic movements of her own.

The fucking that he had given Helen then was unlike any she'd had before. Not that she was an expert, her previous experience limited to the spotty, ill-remembered boyfriend who had wasted her virginity, and her husband who had wasted her libido ever since then. Gordon's fucking was slow, deep and sensual, not a frantic pistoning, and certainly not the selfish and uncaring act she'd been used to! When he finally came he timed himself by speeding and slowing his movements until they could both orgasm together. This apparent self sacrifice had made the experience one of wonder and ecstasy for Helen, but it had seemed not to do Gordon's pleasure any harm either, for he thrust so deep into her to spill his seed that she felt sure her pelvis would show the bruises the next day. And it did! Feeling him come inside her was a beautiful experience for Helen. Even though she knew that she should have made him wear a condom, she did not regret the risk she had taken for she had been sure that it was really no risk at all with Gordon, and how could she have missed that marvellous sensation of his cum squirting deep into her cunt with spurt after spurt?

Afterwards they had lain panting together for some minutes until the pair of them had simultaneously moved, as if by mutual agreement, into each other's arms and drifted into sleep. There they had stayed until Helen, roused by noises from another room, lifted herself to see the clock and shook Gordon gently awake when she realised that it was now late evening, and her husband would be wondering where she was - perhaps, and if he happened to notice! They showered and dressed swiftly, parting with the tenderest of kisses, each unspokenly knowing that this was not going to be their only meeting! There would be more, many more, such meetings!

There had been something about Gordon that came through in his first tentative message to her, immediately striking a chord and making Helen want to meet him, and now she was very, very glad she did, for it was he, now her fiancé following the death of her husband seven months before, who had so recently left her bed. He had become her confidante, lover, and her guide and mentor through the exploration she undertook of her recently discovered and still growing libido. Never judgemental, never jealous, always there, he had been her true love since their first time together, and it was for his sake, though not at his request, that she had decided to become a one man woman once more. Her decision to become monogamous had not affected her libido of course, she still lived for sex, but now only her own fingers were allowed in what she had nicknamed 'Gordon's garden'.

Ever since that day when she had first performed for Gordon in that seedy motel room her fingers had become her surrogate lover, fulfilling her needs when she couldn't be with him, and becoming, through experience and with the help of memories, fantasies, and imagination, the second best lover she could wish for.

And that is just what they were being today! Assisted by her motel memories, they were close to giving her the biggest, most earth shattering, mind-blowing orgasm since the one that Gordon had witnessed so long before. In fact she was no longer capable of thought, no longer able to control herself and only able to give herself up to the pleasure generated by the flying fingers on her clit and the others pulling and twisting at a sore but grateful nipple. And then she was there! Her orgasm struck like a series of tidal waves, washing over her body and lifting her to a pinnacle of pleasure. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy hit her, the three guilty fingers leaving her clit only to bore deep into her cunt, wriggling and twisting as they did and causing a sound half way between scream and groan to issue from her lips in a long drawn out 'aaaaaaahhh!'. That same sound repeated itself every time her fingers plunged into her cunt, every time a new wave of pleasure swamped her, and every time her pelvis danced against the bed, until eventually as her climax began to subside it quietened, becoming more breathy and less frantic before dying as a gasp in her throat!

Her heart hammering, her body still twitching from orgasmic aftershocks, sweat running down her face and neck, and her breath coming in short sharp gasps, Helen surveyed the damage of her orgasm. Her nipples were both on fire from their abuse, and she would have to be bra-less tomorrow, her clit hurt, her pussy was absolutely drenched, as, she suddenly realised, was a patch of bed between her legs, the result of a rare ejaculation on her part, her fingers and wrist ached, her hair was a sweat covered mess, she desperately needed a shower, and she was smiling the smile of a contented woman!

"Thank you, Gordon." She whispered.