Susan and the Nostalgic Journey

We stood in the middle of my bedroom holding and kissing one another. I then began to slowly lift her t-shirt over her head, all the time running my hands on her sides and back while exchanging tongue kisses. I then leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast as they protruded delightfully up from her bra, as I messaged the rest of her enclosed bosom through the fabric. Reaching behind her, and demonstrating my newly acquired one-handed proficiency, I relieved her breasts from their captivity. I also noted they didn't move much at all upon release; oh, the wonders of a firm young upturned breast.

Returning to the kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders, I continued messaging her fullness while rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, eliciting a notably positive response. Being exposed to the air, her nipples were excitedly hardened, and I started paying more attention to them with my tongue and lips, before returning to her face.

She then helped me remove my shirt, where we engaged in a very tight hug and passionate kiss. I could feel the heat of her skin as her breasts mashed into my lightly-haired chest, and I was starting to realize what an intoxicatingly sensual moment we were sharing.

She then pushed away from me with straightened arms on each of my biceps, and with a smoldering look and voice said, "Make love to me. Please, love me and make me feel loved."

It was all I could do to control myself and not rip the rest of our clothes off. I inhaled deeply, and with shaking hands I loosened her jeans and slid then off, leaving on her white laced cotton panties. I walked her over to the bed and laid her down gently, before removing the rest of my clothes as I thought I heard her take in a deep breath.

My cock was harder than it's ever been, and I wanted her to see it. I looked at her lovingly and said, "This is what you do to me," glancing down at my rigid pole.

"I've never wanted anyone like I want you right now," I told her. "I would love to make love WITH you, and please you in any way you want."

Susan reached up and pulled me to her, absorbing each other's passion as we gently rolled from side to side, trying to press up against as much of each other's bodies as the law of physics would allow. We breathlessly kissed and fondled each other until I decided to take the lead and make this an afternoon she wouldn't forget.

Slowly, teasingly, I spent a few minutes at her neck and ear areas, sliding lower to place kisses on and around her heaving breasts. Watching and feeling them rise and fall with each breath was an amazing turn on, as well as a small challenge keeping a lip lock on her extended pebble-like nipples. Next I placed kisses on her now-quivering stomach area, while also dragging my tongue across and over it lightly.

I heard her audibly gasp when I slowly ran my tongue across her lower abdomen from one hip to the other, exhaling warm breaths on her skin, with the tip just inside the top elastic waistband. That was actually a little rough on the underside of my tongue, but I soon forgot about it as I began to inhale her fragrance.

At that point I daringly, and somewhat comically, started to pull down her panties with my teeth. Physics reared it's ugly head again as all I did was stretch them down into a "v" as the sides clung to her hips, and my nose found the top of her pubic region. Stifling a laugh and a sneeze, I reached up with both hands and pulled them down and off, tossing them somewhere towards the middle of the room.

Her beautied charms lay before me, and I could tell she was fighting the urge to keep her legs clamped together. As I sat up a little I gently placed my hands on her quivering thighs and softly stroked the tops as I told her how beautiful she looked and how wonderful she smelled. With a pursed smile she slowly relaxed and everything I'd barely seen at night now came into colorful focus.

Her pussy was lightly topped with medium brown pubic hair, and though not shaved (back then) wasn't bushy at all. I slowly parted her legs as I began messaging the down-like soft insides of her thighs, and her inner lips came more into view. Perfectly proportioned, her flower had a coral hue, and was shining from her wetness. I detected a soft, fresh honeydew fragrance, and I inhaled deeply with a smile to let her know she wasn't offensive at all.

Having resituated myself in a prone position between her knees, I lightly licked and kissed her inner thighs as I moved closer to her prize. Susan jerked slightly and made a little squeal as I buried my nose between her moist lips. The heat emanating from her center contrasted with the coolness I felt on the tip of my nose as I replaced it's position with my tongue. I thought I'd come just from tasting her.

I could feel her body making small sharp movements, and her hands grasped at the sheets as my tongue danced between her folds, and I heard her say a series of, "Oh yes! God yes! There.,...OH!"

I placed my left hand at the top of her mound and delicately pushed back, exposing her button from it's cover, gently licking over and around it, while also softly blowing on her exposed center. I used my right hand to rub over her stomach, occasionally moving up to squeeze a full breast or tweak a nipple.

Every swish over or near her clit elicited another "Oh!", and, "Yeeesssss, just like that. Right there, yes!"

I continued licking all around and inside her pussy, tasting and drinking her sweet secretions, and then gently sucking her clit, repeating the process in a non-repetitive way. By her sounds, body movements and increasing wetness I could sense her orgasm was approaching, so I licked my right index finger and smoothly introduced it into her fiery love channel as I increased the suction on her engorged bud. This brought an enthusiastic response as Susan through her head back and groaned with pleasure.

Her hands were now clenching my hair as she pressed my head harder into her waterfall, when she stiffened and raised her upper torso before screaming, "Oh God, oh God, OH. MY. GOD," before collapsing back onto the mattress and pushing her pelvis into my face. Her pussy was awash in her warm fluids and my saliva. I was drowning in liquid love, what a way to go.

As Susan slowly calmed, we moved into a spooning position and cuddled. I made sure I lightly touched her, ignoring the usual erogenous zones because of their raw tenderness. I just wanted her to know I was there for her, and not going to push her to do anything she didn't want to do.

I needn't have worried because soon she had gently rolled me on my back and she was sliding down my torso, dragging her breasts across my chest, stomach, and finally my hard cock. I smiled as she looked up at me as her shoulders slid between my thighs. She softly touched my balls, sending a pleasurable shock through my crotch and causing me to jump a little. She was taking the time to learn my lower extremities, seeing what touches caused which reaction.

Of course, every touch ensured my hardness, and she commented on the dichotomy of my cock's softness while being rock hard. She lightly ran three fingers from my scrotum to the tip of my cock, and back down. She then took her index finger and wetted it with my precum, then slowly brought the clear fluid to her lips and lightly ran in across them as if applying gloss. Her self-education was having an arousing affect on me as well, with my cock rising with each pulse of my increased heartbeat.

She ran her tongue across her upper and lower lips with an "Mmmmm."

Next she placed her finger on her tongue before pushing it in her mouth, closing her lips around it, and gently sucking. She also noted my pulsing cock, and with raised eyebrows asked, "Is this turning you on?"

"Yes," I moaned, and then said, "I've been turned on by you since the first night I saw you. I could only dream that you'd be in my room right now."

That brought a wide smile to her face, and she began moving up just a little and began lightly running her tongue from mid-shaft to the tip, and back down several times. More than once my pulsing caused my cock's head to softly contact her nose, and she giggled.

Amusingly, Susan stated, "It's really alive, isn't it?"

"Sometimes I think it has a mind of it's own," I replied.

Smiling, she took my cock in her hand and began running her tongue on the head's underside, causing me to jerk slightly. Slowly closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and placed the head on her tongue and closed her lips around the upper shaft. Her soft "mmmmm" elicited a deep, pleasurable exhale from me. Then I jerked slightly when I felt her teeth against the delicate tissue.

Susan immediately let my cock pop from her lips and asked, "Are you alright? Sorry, I've never done this before."

The concern on her face made me realize I needed to alleviate any fears she'd hurt me so I quickly leaned foward and took her face in my hands and kissed her. Then I reassured her everything was just fine, and to please not to stop what she was doing.

"But I hurt you," she said.

"Momentarily irritated," I said trying to calm her. "Your teeth just brushed a sensitive area by accident," I said, "but everything up to that point felt absolutely wonderful."

"I've never done this, and I don't want to disappoint you after,... well, just how good you made me feel."

Searching for something, anything that would help make her understand I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead and said, "Anyone who's ever done this had a first time."

Taking her hand and placing it on my chest, I said softly, "Forget about this part of me."

Then I put her hand on my cock, and as she hesitantly wrapped her fingers around it, I looked Susan directly in the eye and said, "This is the only thing here. Think of it as a Tootsie pop. Lick it, suck on it just as you would if it was candy. Make love to it with you mouth and hands."

She slowly nodded, looking from me down to my cock as I laid back down. I felt her get back into a comfortable position between my legs and sensed her mouth getting closer. At first it was her warm breath I felt, then her wet tongue, softly at first, and then with more confidence she ran it run up and down, and then around the head of my cock.

My moans, if she was paying attention, let her know I was appreciative of her ministrations. With her hand at the base of my shaft, she gently took the head into her mouth and softly moved her tongue from side to side. Her head went a little lower, maybe halfway, and I could feel her gently sucking, and then swishing her tongue up, down, and all around my shaft and head.

I gently placed my left hand on the side of her head, and slowly ran my fingers through her hair as a way to reassure her. I did not push down at all or raise my hips, I wanted this to be a learning experience for her without any pressure from me.

But there was a pressure actually, the force slowly building in my balls and starting to search for an escape route. I could feel the precum oozing from my cock, and each small pulse brought a soft "mmmm" from around Susan's lips. Naturally, this heightened the urgent boiling that was happening below and I calmly told her I was going to come very soon.

She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth, and I said, "You'll probably want to use you hand."

Still sucking on me, she started to slowly, but firmly stroke me.

I said, more urgently, "No, you'd better take it out now and just use you hand."

She whined sexily, displaying a somewhat faux disappointment, and my cock released from her mouth with an audible pop.

Stroking a little faster and firmer, Susan looked at me and asked, "What should I do now?"

With a reply that was more of a groan, I said, "Waaaatttttcccchhhhh..."

Just as she looked back towards my cock the first shot pulsed out about a foot and a half in the air before landing on my stomach. Susan jerked back in surprise just a little, but kept stroking at the same pace, bringing an additional four or five shots. The last was more of an oozing volcano, but I'd achieved the desired pleasure.

I grabbed her hand quickly to stop her from stroking my now too-sensitive stick, and she said, "Wow, that was a lot!"

"You caused it," I said, "what you did was fantastic. I've never felt anything like it."

Smiling broadly, she was now looking at her right hand and the creamy white fluid on the area between her thumb, forefinger, and wrist. Susan brought the hand up towards the mouth, stopped and seemed to be smelling my elixer. Mouth closed, she touched the back of her hand to her lips before sticking her tongue out to taste the fluid. With smiling eyes she then placed the small area in her mouth and alternately sucked and licked until her hand and fingers were clean.

Looking at me she said, "Tastes like a slightly salty thick broth."

"Watching you do that was extremely erotic," I said. "You're absolutely amazing."

With both of us now in a sitting position she moved closer, and just before touching her lips to mine asked, "We're not done, are we?"

Being young and virile I said, "Let's check," as I placed her hand on my now restiffening cock and I felt between her fur covered lips.

She seemed just as wet as when my tongue was last there. I then placed my hands in her long, silky brown hair and pulled her lips to mine. As our tongues danced in each other's mouths I tasted myself for the first time. Susan seemed to sense this as she forcefully played her tongue against mine inside my mouth, while softly cooing.

I gently laid her back so that her head was now close to the foot of my bed, broke our kiss and said to her, "Take hold of me, and bring me home."

She clearly understood, gently took my shaft in her fingers and guided my into her molten center. Her wetness allowed for a slow, easy, and agonizingly pleasurable entrance, as she loudly sighed. Despite her tightness, I was able to glide in and out with a gradual deepening. Her warm, tight, velvet grip would've had me coming if not for her earlier oral gift.

My strokes were slow, but persistent, and I occasionally rotated my hips in a circular motion as I grinded into her pelvis. Susan was gripping my upper arms as my shoulders extended above her.

In between the random moments I would lean down to kiss her lips or neck, she would softly say, "Mmmmm, yes. Mmmmm, feels so good. So good..."

Between alternately stroking deeply, and then more shallow, I told her, "God, you're so beautiful. I love being inside you, being part of you."

With glazed eyes she'd smile and say, "I love you," and, "God, this feels so good."

Despite my earlier orgasm, the pulsating grip of her love pocket was bringing me closer to an excruciatingly pleasurable end, and I told her so - in a more raw and direct way. She brought her hands up from their place on the small of my back, around my neck and tightly pulled me into a passionate kiss. My leisurely strokes had become more urgent, and we moaned in unison into each other's mouths as we noisily tried to capture and expel air through our noses.

I can't tell you Susan had an orgasm when my first spasm unloaded inside of her. She was holding me so tightly we were moving as one and she was making "mmmmm, mmmmm," sounds the entire time.

I finally came up for air, and nearly shouting said, "Oh my lord!"

Having emptied myself in her, I looked down to see Susan smiling back to me.

"That was wonderful," she softly said as she ran her hands up and down my back and sides.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Ahhhh, yessss. More than fine," she gently spoke.

My now-shrinking cock let us know it was time to disengage, whether we wanted to or not. I nimbly rolled off and laid next to her, with Susan still on her back, breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. I was perched on my side, softly stroking her face and hair, whispering how beautiful she was, and how incredible she made me feel. She just smiled, keeping her eyes closed, nose pointed at the ceiling.

I then reached down, disentangled the sheets, and lightly covered her before settling my face into the side of her neck.

I was jolted awake when I felt her arm move against my stomach,seems we had both dozed off for about an hour and a half. I directed her to the bathroom while I continued to lay in the now-cool puddle of our lovemaking, reliving the days events in my mind.

She came back a while later, wrapped in a towel, and I excused myself to take my turn in the bathroom. When I returned, with a towel around my waist, she was slowly getting dressed while already wearing a large, beautiful smile. I asked her if she'd like to go and get something to eat, possibly pizza, and she said that'd be great.

As we dressed, one or the other would occasionally reach over and give a quick kiss. Most of the next few minutes were just silent smiles at one another, with Susan seemingly glowing.

The rest of the spring and summer pretty much played out the same way, we were inseparable, except our lovemaking was relegated to the car instead of more comfortable surroundings. Of course we adapted by learning new positions, with Susan's favorite being her facing and riding me while seated in the backseat. She loves kissing and having me stimulate her breasts as we gently, but most times passionately, made love.

But life, maybe fate(?), has a way of throwing you that proverbial curveball, bringing one back to earth. One college, in the Midwest, accepted me while Susan appeared to be off to Columbia, but never got the chance to attend. Seems her stepmother had a talk with her, said there was nothing they could do to help with college, but she was welcome to stay until she figured out her plans.

In the meantime, my phone calls and letters had to suffice to keep our relationship going, but over time life's events seem to play out differently than what one imagines, so Susan and I slowly grew apart until there was no communication between us. Susan went to work, and eventually married a boy from high school before my freshman year was complete.

As I mentioned, I was attending a small, but recognizable college in the middle of Illinois. No offense, but I'm not the Midwestern type so a semester into my sophomore year I enlisted in the Air Force.

A year later I found myself in the middle of Illinois undergoing technical training for my new job.

Fate is a smartass.

Fast forward three decades and I've successfully moved to the upper echelons of my profession, working to ensure our adversaries don't plunk an ICBM or another type of missile on our heads. I'm sitting in my hotel room after attending a three-day conference in northern Florida, halfway thinking about the aerodynamics conference, two weeks away near Ft. Worth. With a glass of wine and an open bottle within arm's reach, I'm cruising the web on my laptop during the previously noted nastolgic period.

Searching the Classmates site, I'm reading about the former kids I knew and graduated with. There was the girl who went to Yale, spent some time at Justice before moving to Congressional staff, and was now in some White House policy office. Kudos to her. Then there was our Harvard guy, who now ran a photography and graphics agency in New England. Way to pursue your dreams, Ken.

After sorting through others, on a whim I entered Susan's name on the chance she was even a site member. Sure enough, her name and some limited information popped up. There was some contact info, so I took a chance with a short email, asking if this was the same Susan, with the pertinent but professional information only she'd know.

Several hours later I recieved an email back from "my" Susan. Well, this was interesting. She proceeded to give me the Cliff Notes version of the last thirty years; she was twice divorced, had a teenage daughter getting ready to attend college, and was now Dr. Susan, having attained her Doctorate in aeronautical engineering and a Masters in astrophysics. Impressive.