We Did It Our Way

We went down to our room and made long, slow, passionate love. I carefully worked her over first her ears, then her neck, then both breasts, her nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. I gave them lots of attention. My hands never touched her sex at all, just rubbed and massaged all the areas around her sex. Slowly my mouth worked its way down, licking and biting her stomach and belly button.

Slowly I moved toward her sex, licking and kissing her outer lips. She parted her legs, to allow me access to her treasures. I started to lick up all the moisture on her outer lips, and then started to work on her clit. She was rocking like a boat on choppy waters.

Pretty soon she got vocal and shouted, "Oh, My, God, I'm gonna cum!"

She lets out a squirt that almost drowned me, and her legs did a scissor lock on my head. When she finally released me, I moved up to her and kissed her deeply. She broke the kiss and started to lick her cum off my face.

She grabbed me tight and cooed in my ear, "Put it in me now, I need to be fucked."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I pounded at her sex with my hard rod, driving us both toward our impeding explosion.

After I deposited my cum in her, I rolled off of her exhausted. She curled up next to me and just sighed, we both fell right asleep.

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In the morning we had a nice breakfast at the hotel's buffet. We packed up the bags and checked out. I loaded up the truck and we headed for home. We had a great trip.

"The nicest part of the trip was that nobody recognized me, and I could just enjoy myself," she said.

I was in the kitchen make sandwiches for a late lunch, while she was on the phone talking with her sister Sarah. She was telling her all about our trip and what a really great time she had. Her sister must have asked something, because she replied, "Oh, yes, the sex was just great."

"The studio called and said shooting would start a week from next Monday," Sarah told her.

Sharon gave a whoop and said, "Alright, I can stay here another week."

Friday morning, we got up and I got the boat out. We went out towards the Islands to fish for tonight's dinner. Sharon must be good luck; we ran into a big school of walleye. We landed ten fish and kept the five best ones. I never keep more than I plan on eating. I stopped at my favorite perch spot, and we caught a couple dozen really nice perch in the eight to ten-inch range. That would be enough for dinner, and I let her drive the boat home. She just loves doing that.

I got the fish cleaned up; Shannon watched me, but didn't offer to help. Dinner was set, and the folks arrived around 3:00 pm. I introduced my mom, Helen, and my dad, Richard, to Sharon, and I think they both were shocked at how beautiful she was. We had a good time and went for a boat ride before dinner, and again I let Sharon drive, much to my dad's surprise.

We got back and had cocktails, and Sharon played the good hostess and kept everyone's drink filled. I cooked the walleye, and perch on the grill. We had fish, coleslaw, and French fries for dinner, and ice cream with chocolate sauce for dessert. During dinner Sharon told them all about our trip up north, leaving out the sex part of course.

"How long is Sharon staying?" Mom asked.

"She goes back a week from Sunday," I said.

"How about coming to the country club for dinner next Friday?"

I looked over at Sharon who nodded her head yes.

"That's OK by us," I replied.

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It was a hot Saturday and Sharon was sunning herself. Then we went swimming and for a boat ride. By now Sharon was getting a really good suntan, she was almost golden brown all over. That night I suggested that we sleep on the beach.

"Can we do that?" She asked.

"Sure why not," I replied.

I went and dug a deep hole and got a lot of drift wood for a fire. I got out some hot dogs, Jiffy popcorn, and marshmallows to cook over the fire. We had a great time doing that. She was drinking white wine.

I was drinking Bud Lite beer. I zipped together two sleeping bags and put down some plastic wrap for the bags to lie on. I also got a couple of sheets for inside the bag. It was still hot out in the mid 70's, just as darkness had settled over us.

I had my dog out there with us, Sharon asked, "Won't she run away?"

"Nope she'll probably sleep right next to us. Besides she can warn us if any strangers come by," I replied.

We brushed off the sand best as possible, and crawled into the sleeping bag. It wasn't long before she was stripped naked and rubbing my cock.

"This so erotic and I am soaking wet, please make love to me right now," she cooed in my ear.

She pulled my suit off me, and I rolled on top of her. I slid my love muscle right into her soaking wet sex. We fucked like mad until we both cummed.

It was the middle of the night, and I was sound asleep. All of a sudden I was awakened by her mouth on my love muscle. I just groaned as she worked my love muscle over. Her tongue lathered my shaft and balls. She must have been able to taste herself on me from our earlier session. She moved her tongue up to my cum hole, and gently worked the tip of her tongue over my slit. That sent shivers down my shaft.

Here we are on the beach in the middle of the night, naked as jaybirds, with the stupid dog next to us snoring out loud and she was giving me one of the best blow jobs ever.

"Honey you keep that up and I am going to explode."

She looked at me, and just kept right on sucking my love muscle. Soon my nuts started to boil, and I filled her mouth full of my premium fluids. She drained my tank dry.

"Did you enjoy the blow job?"

'Ya like what man doesn't.' I thought.

I just opened my arms for her, and she flowed right into them.

"You're the best," I said as I held her tight to me.

I woke up in the morning to the sunrise peaking over the bay. We were lying outside of the sleeping bags stark naked for all to see if anyone had walked by us. The stupid dog had the sleeping bag to herself, and was sound asleep. I grabbed the sheet to cover us up, and laid there with Sharon in my arms still sleeping.

We laid there until I noticed people walking on the beach, so I nudge her.

"Time to get up," I said.

She just kind of groaned. I pulled my suit on and I told her to wrap the sheet around her body and go back into the cottage and I would clean up our mess here.

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The rest of the week went fast. We did take the boat out a couple more times in the evening and made love on it. She really got off having sex on the boat, in the middle of the bay. We also went and got the pictures developed of our trip. I had them make double prints, so we both had a set.

I took off early on Thursday, and I took her shopping for a new outfit to wear Friday night. She picked out a robin blue dress, that hugged her curves, and was fairly low cut, but not enough that my mother might disapprove of it. White shoes and hand bag finished off the outfit. She looked very stunning in the dress. Friday I dropped her off at my mother's hair dresser in the afternoon to get her hair done.

Friday night we meet the folks out at the club. Both of my sisters were there with their husband's, as well. When we walked in at 6:00 pm, the whole place just stared at Sharon. She was the most gorgeous woman in the place. Of course I am biased on that. I had to laugh at my two brothers-in-law's. They gawked at Sharon all through dinner. We had a great meal and a good time, and mom love introducing us to all of her friends. The look on their faces, when she told them that Sharon was an actress, was just priceless.

When we walked out, dad and the brothers-in-law's escorted Sharon, I walked with my two sisters, and mom brought up the rear gabbing with her friends.

"I don't know how you did it; Sharon is a very attractive woman. But I don't understand what she sees in you and I will never know," my sister Beth said to me.

"Gee thanks Beth, I love you too," I replied.

Brenda always comes right to the point.

"Kid, I hate when she calls me that, Sharon is a rare and beautiful find, don't fuck it up," she said.

"Thanks Brenda I really appreciate the vote of confidence," I said.

We all walked out the door and said our goodbyes, and Sharon gave hugs to all, and we left.

Finally, Sunday came and I took her out to the airport for her flight back to LA. She had tears in her eyes as we said our goodbyes. And as she boarded the plane I whispered. "Bye Sharon I am going to miss you and I think I love you."

Chapter Three

The Trip West

I watched the plane taxi to the runway, and take off. I left and went home with tears in my eyes. I was already missing her. I moped around the cottage for the rest of the day. Sharon called later that night to tell me she arrived home safe and sound. We talked for about an hour, and after she hung up, I felt a little better, and went to bed.

Summer of 1982 passed quickly into Fall, and we talked numerous times about when I would be coming out west to visit her. I kept mentioning that November would be good, as the national holiday of deer hunting starts here on the 15^th, and the following week was Thanksgiving. That probably would be the best time for me to journey out west.

I worked hard to get things wrapped up by Friday the12^th of November. My plane left on Saturday, my sister Brenda drove me out to the airport. We discussed lots of things on the trip to the airport.

"Don't worry about what might happen when I'm out there. I will be back in a couple weeks, and will discuss everything with you, Beth, and dad before I make any decisions," I said.

I boarded the plane and flew west. The flight was smooth, and I arrived in LA around 2:00 p.m. I deplaned, and walked down the concourse toward the baggage area. There were two girls jumping up and down. It wasn't very hard to guess who they were.

Sharon ran into my arms with a huge hug and passionate kiss. It felt for a second that she was going to squeeze the stuffing out of me.

"Oh, honey, have I ever missed you," she whispered in my ear.

I hardly had a chance to do anything other than hug and kiss her back.

I heard this 'harrumph' sound, and we broke the kiss.

"Oh, this is my sister Sarah. Sarah this is Tom," Sharon said making the introductions.

We exchanged pleasantries. Sarah was taller with more of a strawberry blonde hair color than Sharon's. She was very pretty, but did not compare to Sharon's beauty.

We got my bags, and caught the shuttle to the parking lot, where Sharon's car was parked. We all climbed in, and she drove us to their apartment. The apartment was very nice, two stories with two bedrooms and a full bathroom upstairs, and a kitchen, dining, and living room downstairs, with a small bathroom off to the side.

"Sharon where do you want me to sleep? On the couch?" I asked.

"No silly, with me in my room," she giggled.

We walked up the stairs to her room. It was a typical chick room painted in light pink, with a queen sized bed. She closed the door behind us, and she stripped out of her clothes in a flash.

"It has been more than four months since we last made love and I need you right now," she said with sex dripping from her voice.

I wished that I could just pause time for a moment to view her, she was just gorgeous with that perfect body. But she wasn't waiting for me to look her over. She pulled my shirt off me, and started to work on my pants, and soon she had me butt naked lying on her bed.

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She was kissing and rubbing me all over, stroking my throbbing member; her tongue was half way down my throat. She broke the kiss and looked at me; she had this hungry look in her eyes.

"I'm going to make you feel sooooo good," she cooed in my ear.

She started to kiss her way down my body. She stopped at my nipples, began to kissing and licking one, then the other. Then she continued down, until she got to my engorged sex member. She slipped my love muscle head into her warm wet mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. She kissed and licked my shaft up and down, stopping at my sack. She tried to inhale my whole sack in her mouth and then worked on one nut at a time.

She licked up and down my shaft right on my eruption tube, then finally back to the head of my love muscle. She took half of it into her mouth, and kept working till she had me all in her mouth, deep throating my hot rod.

She kept sucking my sex tool slowly up and down filling her throat. I was starting to get that really good feeling.

"Sharon honey, I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I said to her.

She didn't stop instead sucked even harder, until I blew my wad deep into her throat. I heard her gag a couple of times, and I could see my cum leaking out the sides of her mouth, and down my shaft.

She crawled up to me and gave me a deep kiss sharing my cum with me.

I flipped her over and started to work on her body, as she quivered with excitement. I just love to rub and massage her breasts, getting her nipples hard as rocks. I then ran my tongue over them to feel the bumps on her areola.

I ran my hand down to her sex, she was soaking wet. The minute I started to lightly stroke her lips, she gasps out loud, and started to squirm.

"Oh baby I'm so hot don't play, just put your hose in me and put this fire out," she whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Just fuck me now, and hurry I am already starting to cum," she panted.

She spread her legs. I mounted her inserting my fire hose inside her hot sex. I began to douse her burning flames, with slow steady pumps. After a few minutes of pumping, she cried out.

"OH, MYYY, GODDDDD, I'm gonna cum," she hollered.

I continued to pound her hot sex, as the flames of passion burned through her. She had her arms around me in a death grip squeezing the air out of my lungs. Finally, with a big squeeze she stiffened up tight, as her orgasm ripped through her.

'My God I sure needed that sooooo bad," she panted out of breath.

I rolled off her, and looked her over. Her hair was matted to her head, her body was lathered in sweat, and her eyes had that glazed look in them.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

I was afraid her body had over heated from too much sex.

"Oh, yes," she smiled as she closed her eyes.

I got some clean clothes out of my bag, and went down the hall to take a shower. When I was done, I checked on Sharon, she was sleeping. So I went downstairs.

Sarah was there watching TV, so I sat in the chair next to her, and watched the show that she was watching.

"Did you wear Sharon out?" Sarah asked.

"Why? Were we that loud?" I replied with a grin on my face.

"I could hear a lot of moaning and groaning. But for the past week all Sharon talked about was fucking your brains out when you got here," she said.

"Well, my guess is that she's the one that got that done to her. I was afraid that she over heated, but she's sleeping now," I told Sarah as she started to laugh.

"So what are your intentions now?" she asked.

"I really don't know; I guess that's why I'm here now. We will have to make some type of decision on our relationship, and where we should take it from here. We just can't do a long distance relationship, it won't work for very long," I said.

"You know that Sharon hasn't been with another man since she was with you in Vegas? Even her ex-boyfriend the drummer tried to get back with her, but she refused him," she said.

'She's the only woman I have been with since the divorce from my wife," I replied.

She then looked me right in the eyes, "We talk a lot about you, she tells me everything, we are sisters, and best friends. She told me that she thinks that she is falling in love with you. If you asked her, she would go back with you to Michigan and stay."

"Did she tell you about our sex life also?"

"Funny you should ask. With her other boyfriends, she would never speak about the sex she had with them, at least not in detail. But with you she tells me everything you two do together, how good you make her feel, how she likes to make sure that you are satisfied. She even told me that if you asked her to have your baby, she would do that for you too," she said.

That last bit of news shocked me to say the least. I sat there stunned for a minute. I knew she had strong feelings for me, as I did for her. But so far, we had been afraid to say I Love You to each other. I never figured to hear this information.

"I would like nothing better than to sweep her off her feet and take her back with me to Michigan forever. But I'm afraid that it would only work for a while, and then she would get bored with that lifestyle, and our relationship would ultimately suffer," I said.

"Do you love her?" Sarah asked, looking me straight into my eyes.

I again sat there for a minute or two to compose my thoughts. I was thinking of how to just say it properly.

"Yes, I do I love her, I love her with all my heart," I softly said.

We heard a gasp, and looked up the stairs and there sat Sharon with her hands over her face. She stood up and slowly walked down the stairs over to me and sat down on my lap.

She put her hands around my neck and buried her face into my shoulder and started to cry. Softly at first then harder, and her body started to shake. So, I held her tight, and softly stroked her hair.

"It's all right baby, it's all right," I softly cooed in her ear.

"I love you so much, that I would do anything that you ask me to do, go with you anywhere you want us to, and yes, even have your baby. But, do know this: I am head over heels, very deeply in love with you, Herrmann Thomas Wright," she sobbed back.

That was the first time she used my full name.

"I know, sweetheart, I know, and I do love you also," I spoke softly in her ear.

I looked over at Sarah, and she just shrugged her shoulders. Sharon held me tight, and there was hardly a sound to be heard, when all of a sudden my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and I guess it was trying to tell me something.

Both girls just cracked up. The tension was finally broken.

"Why don't we call out for a pizza?" Sarah suggested.

I quickly seconded the motion, and a fast vote was taken, with the pizza winning.

This was the first time I really saw Sharon a mess. Her eyes were puffy, her makeup had run down her face, her hair was matted, but her natural beauty was still radiant.

"She passed by the mirror and yelped, My God, I look a mess," she cried.

Both Sarah and I laughed. Soon Sharon joined us in laughing.

She went to clean up, and came down just as the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy with our food. We were all hungry, and we concentrated on eating the pizza. I went to the fridge and opened the door. I started to laugh. The damn thing was almost bare!

"You two don't have any food in here," I said still laughing.

"We don't eat much, so we can keep our weight down, and neither one of us is much of a cook," they both replied.

We talked for a while more and watched some TV. It was getting late so Sharon and I decided to hit the sack.

"I hope that you two will keep it down, so I can get some sleep," Sarah said as we walked up the stairs, we both chuckled at her, as we went into Sharon's room.

"Did you really mean those things that you said to Sarah about me?" She asked me, as she held me tight.

"I have never lied to you or about you to anyone, and yes I did mean all those things that I said about you," I replied.

"I did really mean what I said to you. If you really want to go back home, and want me with you. I'll go," she whispered, as she reached up and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.