The Sara Chronicles

Taking my cock in her hand she began to massage me. "I promised I'd make sure you weren't thinking about that thing." she said before taking my cock into her mouth. The warm sensation of a woman giving you a blow job is more relaxing than any man can describe. Her slow, warm, wet strokes were meant to arouse and pleasure. I stood there just enjoying the waves of warmth. With each stroke, I could feel myself becoming more aroused and firmer. She slipped off the table and knelt in front of me. Her hands drifted to my ass and she gripped my ass firmly as she drew me in with each stroke.

There was something awkward about this. It had changed somehow. When we were together she didn't like this position; me standing with her kneeling in front of me to give a blow job. She had told me once that she didn't like it because it made her feel like she was being submissive, like a slave rather than a lover. Yes. As usual, I was over-thinking it. Rather than just enjoying the moment, I was wondering why she was 'submitting' this way when I knew she normally didn't enjoy the feeling.

The pleasure was intense. In between moments of ecstasy, I was wondering if she was doing this out of pity ... my radiation treatment strapped to my back. But ultimately, I didn't care. The feeling was too strong. The indescribable pleasure of a woman intensely sucking my cock was too much for me. She knelt there taking my cock in and out of her mouth for so long that I had lost track of time. There's no guy in the world that will ever say that he's had enough oral sex.

But rather than have her continue in this position, I sat down in the easy chair that was behind me. She hardly stopped for a moment as I sat. Her hands now ran across my body, making the sensation of her blow job all the more intense. She released my cock from her mouth, holding it by the hilt and shifting it from side to side. The wetness of my cock from her mouth met the cool air releasing a momentary wave of stimulation. She grinned at me, noticing the pleasure that gave me. So she slowly licked my cock along the underside all the way to the tip. Playfully she flicked her tongue at the tip, keeping it just wet enough that the cool air could stimulate me.

Taking my cock in both hands, she gripped and stretched my cock out. Without warning she dug her face between my legs and started licking my balls. I closed my eyes and laid back in my chair to experience her mouth. I felt her hands along the inside of my legs, spreading me open to more easily access my scrotum. I don't know if it was the pleasure or the deep desire for her to continue, but I raised my legs up over the armrests and sank back into the chair as she began playing with my balls.

Her tongue occasionally caressed the small patch of skin between my balls and anus. With each pass it was like an electric shock was sent through my body. I felt her hands gripping around the base of my cock, her thumbs stretching my scrotum to allow her to suck on my balls. She was gently taking one of my balls into her mouth completely. The soft sucking motion was driving me crazy.

Now with my whole cock and scrotum wet with her mouth, she reached over and took a long sip on her wine. Then she quickly took my cock back into her mouth. The chilled wine had cooled her mouth. The cold and the alcohol caused a refreshing sensation to spread across my body. She rose up and pressed my cock between her breasts as she spoke. "You like it this way don't you? You don't want to admit that you like it when I take charge of you." I couldn't speak. I mumbled something to affirm her words, but I didn't even recognize what came out. I was too overtaken by the pleasure she was giving me.

She stood up and I responsively let me legs fall off the armrests of the chair. The broad leather armrests showed a bit of sweat from my legs. She had me pretty worked up. But she wasn't through with me yet. She just stood there, letting me watch her body as she took another drink of wine. After putting the glass back down, she slowly drew her panties off her hips. As they passed the curves of her hips, they fell gently across her bare feet. She stepped out of one side, letting the other side remained looped around her ankle. She raised her foot toward my chest, the black lace panties ran across my cock and up my torso along the way. I saw what she was doing. I helped take the black lace off her ankle and held them in my hand as she began to move again.

She put both hands on my chest to steady her as she raised one leg up over the right armrest of the chair. The stretch caused her pussy to be clearly visible beneath her. I couldn't help but reach out and begin to grip the flesh of her labia as they hung under her. I massaged her with my whole hand. God she was soaking wet already. My middle finger slipped gently between her lips as she arched her hips to enjoy the experience. I placed her black lace panties up along my shoulder next to my face to free my other hand. Then I grabbed her hip, using it to pull her hips back and forth across my other hand. Before long she pressed downward into my hand and my index finger penetrated her pussy without any effort.

Her head fell backward as she opened her mouth slightly. The pleasure must have been intense. Her hips were grinding into my hand as I finger fucked her slowly. My hand on her hips could feel her rhythm begin to build. Her body trembled slightly trying to hold this unique position, drawing out every ounce of pleasure possible. Her head dropped down to look at me. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she climbed up into the chair completely putting her other leg across the other armrest. Her spread body now hovered over my cock. The armrests were broad, making her stretch in an exaggerated fashion. But she was enjoying it greatly.

As she leaned forward to kiss me, it caused her hips to drop making contact with the tip of my cock. The warm sensation of her wet crotch striking my cock made me gasp. My open mouth gasp was met with her tongue. Her hair fell gently around our faces like a veil. Within that veil, it was just the two of us. No jobs, no contracts, no cancer, now worries, and certainly no concern about tomorrow morning when it would all be over again.

We kissed deeply. The wet of her pussy, making the tip of my cock twitch with anticipation. She opened her eyes and as I opened mine momentarily we stared into each other's soul. With our eyes wide open and our mouths interlocked with a passionate kiss, she gently lowered her body onto my cock. The sensation of her spread legs, impaling herself with my cock was astounding. Being this spread open caused a tension on her pussy that was astonishing.

It must have been amazing for her as well. Her tongue withdrew from my mouth as she released a guttural moan. Her mouth still open against mine, I could taste her breath as she gradually released her full weight to drop onto my hips. I could feel her ass cheeks strike my lap, surrounding my cock with warmth. Rather than rise up and down, she let her hips grind in a small circle, taking me in as deeply as humanly possible.

Sara quickly went from this being all about pleasuring me to being all about her; which did pleasure me. I didn't mind one bit. She leaned her torso forward, letting her breasts fall against my chest. Her head fell to one side of mine. Her mouth was next to my ear, her breath and pace was being communicated directly. Our cheeks pressed against one another as she began raising a lowering her body onto my cock. With each thrust downward she exhaled with abandonment. After several strokes, each a bit more reckless and aggressive than the one before, she pulled her face back a bit. She grabbed the back of the chair for leverage and continued her passionate assault. Still grinding into me she tried to speak through a breathless voice. "You okay?"

She must have thought that her forceful nature might have been pressing against the radiation box strapped to my back. But I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back to the position she had left. It clearly was giving her astounding pleasure. "Perfectly okay." I whispered back.

Our return to this position had shifted my mouth closer to her ear. I gently bit and sucked on her earlobe as she returned to her gratifying strokes. My arms around her waist could feel her begin to arch into my body. I explored her back and ass, as she pressed her shoulders and breasts into me. Her spread legs dropping over and over again down into my lap. I tried to help her by raising my hips to meet her with each stroke, but the angle was difficult. So I just gripped her tightly and let her continue.

My hands slid down her ass and hips. I spread her ass even more helping the armrests split her open for my cock. My right hand found her anus. I let my middle finger align itself with her ass, still damp from her pussy. Gently pressing my finger downward, I could feel my own cock sliding in and out of her through the flesh of her anus. The head of my cock was experiencing the joy of warmth.

I wanted this experience to last forever but she wanted to achieve completion. Her slow methodical strokes gave way to reckless, firm thrusts. She rose up slightly and stretched her torso causing my face to meet her left breast. We knew each other well, even though it had been years. She knew that at the point at which I climaxed, I wanted to be kissing her deeply. But I knew that when she was ready to climax, she always wanted me to be sucking on her breast or fingering her nipples. I kept one hand firmly pressing against her anus but with my left hand, I began massaging her breast. Then taking her other breast in my mouth, I began sucking like a child.

It was all she needed. She threw herself into unbridled fucking. She was going to have this orgasm or die trying. When the floodgates broke she dropped firmly downward into my lap and released a sound that would have startled a household. I just grinned with pleasure knowing she had reached her complete release. I felt the warm, dampness of her pussy against my lap suddenly become extremely wet. It wasn't the kind of female ejaculation you see in porn, but a rush of additional wetness that spread across my lap.

"Oh god, I'm sorry.... " She breathily said as she started to raise off me. But my grip on her wasn't letting go. She was still in the ecstasy of the moment and I didn't want her to cut it short.

"It's okay... l love it." I replied to reassure her. I could see her jaw was locked in place as she dropped her body down into me again. Then again. And then a final thrust, followed by a shuttering throughout her body. Then her body collapsed in my arms, her hips gently rocking to extend the sensation.

By this time I couldn't take much more. I rose up, not letting her leave this warmth. I tried to lift her but realized I was too old for that. She pulled herself from the prone position of the chair and stood. I could tell that the extended time of being stretched that wide had taken it's toll. But I needed her to be stretched out just a few moments longer.

She stepped back until her legs met the coffee table behind her. I pushed her gently to tell her where she was going. She realized what I wanted quickly. Shoving the magazines off the coffee table, she turned around and knelt on the table. Her cute ass was raised high in the air. Her wet pussy, still agape from being fucked. In such an exposed position, my anticipation to climax had to wait. I knelt behind her and took one long lick across her pussy and up to her anus. Using my hands to spread her open, I dug my tongue into her pussy as deeply as I could. The smell of her climax was adding to my pleasure.

But the momentary delay needed to end. I was about to explode. I stood up behind her and with one thrust had penetrated her again. She gripped the sides of the coffee table to brace herself as I began fucking her with the same abandonment she had experienced moments earlier. I grabbed her hips, guiding my thrusts into her.

Sara lowered her face to the coffee table, arching her hips as high as she could. I stood behind her, fucking her with all my strength. The whole table shook with each plunge. My grip on her hips pulling her into me with each stroke. My mind explored her back and ass as I enjoyed the feeling of her warmth being penetrated. I let my fingers drift across the small of her back, feeling the movement of her body. My thumb rested between her ass cheeks, feeling her anus. Our bodies were damp with sweat and her climax. My thumb studied her perky ass hole.

Without a word, I pressed against her anus with my thumb, penetrating her. The feeling of my thumb inside her, surprised her as she let out a mild gasp and moan. But within seconds, the sensation of my thumb inside her ass caused me to explode with an extended orgasm.

As I continued fucking her through the spasms of climax, the wetness of her body mixed with my cum dripped along the side of her pussy. She rocked her ass into my hand. As I withdrew my thumb, I could feel the muscles of her anus, push my thumb out. With one last thrust of my cock I slowly rubbed my hips against her ass and tried to catch my breath.

I pulled away, reluctantly sliding my cock from the warmth of her body. Sara climbed off the table, cupping her pussy with one hand she walked quickly toward the master bedroom. I could hear the bathroom fan come on and the additional light filtered through the doorway. I glanced back at the chair where a newly formed wet spot had been made. But I didn't care. It would be a long term reminder of a wonderful night.

I threw a small couch blanket over it so Sara wouldn't be embarrassed by it. As I stepped back, in the low light coming from the kitchen, I could see drip spots on the hardwood floor. I smiled to myself, almost with a bit of pride thinking that I had helped cause that.

Somewhat out of breath, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel to sop up the spots before Sara returned. But it cleaned up quickly. So I walked to the bedroom. The bathroom door was wide open and Sara was still sitting on the toilet. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a bit worn out." She replied as she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her pussy.

A faint beeping sound began. I had forgotten completely about the radiation treatment. True to her word, she had made sure I didn't think about it for a while. I released the clasp that held the box in place and placed the equipment on the counter that was now covered with Sara's makeup cases. She finished and flushed the toilet, moving behind me. In the large mirror, I could see her arms reach around me and then up against my chest. My still mildly erect cock glistened in the bathroom lighting with the dampness we had created. Her body against my back was peaceful and relaxing.

We stood there for several minutes. The music still playing in the living room drifted through the house. "When I leave tomorrow, please say you won't forget me again" she whispered against my back.

I took her hands and pressed them against my chest. "I can't imagine losing you again" I replied.

SARA'S FINAL VISIT

She arrived a bit late. It was probably intentional or at least sub-conscience. The taxi dropped her off under the canopy near the door. Gathering her handbag she paid the driver and slipped out of the vehicle. Dressed in a typical dark business suit, Sara headed toward the door, glancing momentarily at the overcast sky. A doorman held the door open for her as she passed through the front door. It had been nearly a year since she visited Pittsburgh to finalize the account with Cigna. Interesting how a year can seem like an eternity.

As she quietly entered the room, trying not to be noticed; several of the corporate players seemed to recognize her immediately but made no effort to acknowledge her presence. Kimbre saw her from across the room and gave her a pleasant smile. Well at least Kimbre was still comfortable with her.

A half hour later the crowd filed out, clustering in groups through the hallways; absorbed in their own discussions. Sara stood to leave when Kimbre approached her. "Ms. Taylor. I didn't know you were going to be here today."

"Kimbre, we've had this discussion before, please call me Sara. I'm not as big into the formality thing as most people around the company would think." She tried to help Kimbre relax since they had now met several times. Sara continued, "I didn't know if I would be able to get away, so I didn't mention it to anyone. But my flights worked out letting me stop through on my way back to Philadelphia."

Kimbre placed her hand on Sara's forearm, all but holding her in place. "Well I'm glad to see you again. And there's someone else who wanted to meet you." Kimbre was glancing around the hallway and had caught the attention of someone who was just coming into the hall. "Wait, ... There. There she is."

She motioned to the young lady who slipped through the crowd to join Sara and Kimbre. "Sara, this is Kait.", Kimbre introduced.

Sara was momentarily stunned. Her breath was all but sucked out of her at the thought of meeting Kait in person. The awkwardness of what Kimbre was doing seemed almost surreal. Yet for some reason, Kait was smiling. She knew that Kait had heard from her own father's lips about the affair. Yet Kait always wore a winning smile. Her long, flowing brown hair cascaded off her shoulders against the dark formal dress she was wearing. Sara extended her hand to Kait; even if the thought of shaking hands with the daughter of a man she had an affair with was a bit unreal. But Kait reached beyond her outstretched hand and embraced Sara without saying a word. Kimbre smiled broadly before stepping away from them. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted."

Kait exuberantly began, "Sara, it's so good to finally meet you. I know you might think it as strange but I truly am glad that I finally have had the chance to talk to you personally." Sara was a bit speechless at the thought.

She stumbled at how to respond. "Well, your dad told me so much about you through the years, it is good to finally be introduced. In some ways it feels like I already know you."

Sara rubbed Kait's shoulder and then let her hand drift down her arm to hold her hand. "How long are you in town?" Kait asked "I'd love for you to join us all for dinner and get to know you a bit if you have time to do that before leaving."

"Well, my flight isn't until tomorrow morning, but I'm sure you have better things to do than have dinner with me." Sara tried to offer Kate a way out of her polite dinner invitation, knowing how strange the connection was between them.

"Nonsense. I'd love nothing more than to get to know you. It may be my only opportunity." Kait began looking around the room. Her petite height made it difficult to see everyone, so she rose up on her toes a bit. "Jared is around here somewhere. He must have stepped outside."

Just then Thomas approached Kait from behind, His broad frame and beard seemed out of place with his formal suit and tie. "Hon, it's time for us to head over."

"Bear, this is Sara. I was just trying to convince her to stick around and have dinner with us tonight." Kait quickly shifted from talking to 'Bear', as Kait affectionately referred to her husband, and again addressed Sara. "The whole family will be there. You simply must come over to the house. You do remember how to get there, right?"

"Well, yes, but I don't want to intrude."

"Nonsense! I'll let Jared know you'll be coming. We'll expect you there! Dinner will be around 7 tonight. " With that Kait again hugged Sara warmly.

"Kait, you have my deepest sympathies." Sara whispered to Kait as they embraced.

Kait continued, still holding on to her, "I guess I should be saying the same to you. We know what you meant to Dad. While I really don't understand what kind of relationship you two had, your friendship was very important to him. Dad would have wanted us to get to know each other."