Prenatal Escapades

[saedo]

The ride to the restaurant was uneventful. They arrived early, so Idris escorted his patient to the bar after checking in with the hostess. A primly dressed female bartender set down napkins in front of each of them and took their drink orders.

Idris turned to surveil the room. The restaurant was packed as usual for a Friday night. The bar area was perhaps three-quarters full of multiple other couples and groups.

He leaned over to his blonde companion. "Judging from the number of glances you're drawing, I'd say your new dress is quite the hit," he commented. "I think just about every man and several of the women have been trying not to be caught looking at your cleavage."

He took advantage of his commentary to examine hers once more. The precon formula had proved particularly effective with Kristen; the rounded sides of each orb could clearly be seen thanks to her dress. As her torso shifted, the plunging neckline made clear that she had gone without a bra; despite this, her gorgeous bosom projected outward as if gravity were no hindrance.

After the bartender deposited their drinks, Idris sipped his vodka martini. "So Kristen, tell me a little about yourself. After all, while I know your medical history rather thoroughly, I don't know all that much about your personal life aside from your present lack of a significant other and strong desire to become a mother."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen took a sip of her margarita and glanced at the crowd to see if she could notice anyone studying her. She caught the eye of a few people and simply smiled.

“Well, this dress is stunning and it has a gorgeous cut and design. And of course, it was tailor-made to fit me. This dress is definitely a hit, and I love it, thank you. It’s a little more risque than what I would normally wear, but this is a special time. I’m glad you find me attractive in it. And yes, my cleavage is quite the feature, these days. But, I’m learning to embrace all the changes. I do feel beautiful,” Kristen smiled.

Kristen placed her purse on the bar, uncertain of what to share about her personal life.

“Hmm, where to start. Well, by profession, I am a writer, which suits my personality because I am someone who really values having a lot of freedom. Writing comes easily to me, and I’ve always been a very curious person. I’m also good at researching and analyzing. But, lately, I’ve been doing some ghost-writing for other writers and working with editors both here in Boston and in New York. Every few years I seem to make a significant shift in my career. But, I have good friends here in Mass. The winters are brutal, but I love the people. I don’t care for the vibe in New York or Lost Angeles, although I would move there if I were to write for a series. I fear I am blathering on. How about yourself? This is a very unique line of work. I don’t want to probe, but I find you fascinating. Is there anything that you’d feel comfortable sharing about yourself? Did you grow up around here?”

Kristen shifted on the bar stool and her hand grazed her necklace to smooth it against her neck. She discretely tongued the salt and took another sip of her margarita.

 

[saedo]

The hostess approached to inform them that their table was ready. Their conversation adjourned as they relocated to the table. The next several minutes were occupied with perusing the menu, selecting a bottle from the wine list, and ordering. Only then did Idris return to her question.

"My family originally hailed from South Africa, but I emigrated to America in my late teens to attend college. I've now lived in this country longer than anywhere else, so I consider it home."

He continued to quiz Kristen gently as they dined. Women with both the desire and courage to become single mothers always intrigued him. He also gently teased out more of how woman of her intelligence and beauty could be single for so long.

When their entrées were cleared away, the waiter suggested dessert. Idris answered for them both. "The poached cherries with mascarpone cream sounds excellent. Bring us two spoons."

Idris turned to Kristen. "I wouldn't want you to miss this." As he spoke, his hand used the cover of the long linen tablecloth to slide into her lap. The high slit in her dress provided ready access to her bare thigh. "I think tonight, we should indulge."

 

[Sidney_1]

“Yes, a woman who wears this dress wouldn’t say no to something indulgent, delicious, and daring,” Kristen winked. “She would enjoy every minute of it without guilt.”

Kristen finished the last of her wine. She felt warm, satiated, happy.

Idris did look ravishing and sexy in his suit. She wasn’t used to a man being decisive for her, but she liked the masculinity of it.

As they waited for their dessert, Idris found the slit in her dress and began to caress her bare thigh. Kristen could feel her libido rousing.

Kristen returned Dr. Idris’s gaze to acknowledge his covert actions and smiled.

She leaned back in the booth, shut her eyes for a moment, and sighed with pleasure.

His hand was warm and confident.

“Mmm, nice. You bought this dress. You deserve to enjoy it, too.” Kristen said.

 

[saedo]

Idris had never been particularly drawn to surgery, but he certainly had the hands for it. His long slender fingers easily reached up Kristen's thighs to the V of her panties. Judging by feel of the fabric, she'd worn something expensive.

The doctor leaned his torso across the corner of the table separating them. He put his face near hers as any lover might. His lips lay close enough that sh the could feel the his breath on her ear. "Now, don't make a scene. . . ."

His fingers then set about encouraging her to do exactly the opposite. His index finger located her clit through her silken underwear. Smiling , he proceeded to circle the flesh around it, only occasionally making random fleeting contact with the sensitive nub. It was stimulation designed to tantalize, but not satiate.

The waiter returned with dessert. "Dig in, my dear," said Idris. He kept his eyes on her as he took a spoonful of cherries for himself, all the while continuing to tease her beneath the table.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen narrowed her eyes and stiffened her back, unable to move. Oh God, his expert fingering over her silk underwear with her newly waxed, sensitized pussy. . . and he expected her not to make a scene, to utter a sound of pleasure, to beg for a release?

Kristin licked her lips and put her hands in her lap and clenched her napkin. She arched her back slightly and parted her legs.

Dr. Idris was digging greedily into the dessert and seemed to enjoy watching her struggle against her pleasure.

Kristen sighed and moaned softly as his finger passed over and around her swollen nub.

She bit her lip to stifle any further moans. She was just going to have to endure it. This was part of the process.

She willed herself to grab ahold of a cherry, maintaining eye contact with Dr. Idris, as she bit into it and sucked the sauce from it. She chewed it slowly, focusing on the arousal that he was inducing from her pussy. She could feel quivers of electricity up her spine and into her nipples.

Please, please, don’t let me leak now, Kristen prayed silently. Dr. Idris was already making her pussy wet and there was no way she was going to walk out of here with dampened stains on her dress in four inch heels.

Kristen glanced down at the cherries, trying to focus on simply enjoying a dessert. Her abdomen tightened with sexual tension. No, there was no way she could move or eat more right now. It was going to be all she could do to work through her agonizing urge to have a full-body orgasm. Her libido was at its height and Idris must have known it.

“Dr. Idris. . . please. . .can. . . you just place one more cherry on my plate? I’m feeling very. . . full.”

 

[saedo]

Idris smiled calmly as he spooned another cherry onto her plate. "Certainly, my dear. I adore the honey in this recipe. Gives it just the right mix of sweet with the tart cherry."

He pondered her motivation as she carefully picked up the cherry and carried it to her mouth. She hid it well, but maintaining her facade of self-control was clearly taxing her willpower the the limit. Her breathing was too fixed, her pupils too large, the movement of her hand too deliberate. The slight flush in her cheeks and chest could just be the wine, but only if you didn't know the crimson tinge had only blossomed after his finger found her clit. No, this appearance of normality was subtly but definitively false; beneath the surface, a tempest brewed.

Did she endure this because she feared disobeying him, the good doctor providing her a child? Was the pleasure she took from his efforts sufficient enough to outweigh the risk of discovery and her discomfort towards the taboo? Did she trust him enough to yield to his wishes, confident that he would not take her further than she could bear? It could be any of these. Or all. Or none.

The mystery tantalized him. Somehow, everyone had misjudged her. Perhaps even she as well had failed to see what a treasure she was - the potential she had. It seemed so clear to him, but no one else could see. Oh, the possibilities with her.

Her lips parted and he heard an almost inaudible "fuuuuuuck" hissed out between clenched teeth. He had barely begun to tease her and he was already testing her resolve. His heart thudded in his chest at the prospect of seeing her in full-throated abandon.

But now was neither the time nor place. Whether she trusted him enough to push her that far, he would honor his duty to protect her. He would not make a spectacle of her. Not tonight.

"It's time I take you home," he declared. He surreptitiously withdrew his hand from between her thighs. Did he see a flash of regret in her eyes or was that merely wishful thinking on his part?

With the check paid and a hearty tip left, he escorted Kristen outside. A cab appeared within moments and soon they were speeding through the darkness.

 

[Sidney_1]

“Welcome,” Kristen said, as she gestured to the hallway interior that led to her great room, living room for reading and working, and kitchen. “This is my world.” It was a small cottage that Kristin had immediately fallen in love with and she knew she was meant to create her nest there. The house was both cozy and airy in layout – lots of shelves, molding, windowseats, large windows, a good sized great room with a fireplace. Her brother had helped her with the minor remodeling.

Kristen felt her heart beat erratically.

Breathe, breathe, Kristen chastised herself. The pamphlets that Debra had given to her discussed the importance of being in a relaxed open state during intercourse. Intercourse/breeding would not occur easily if she had any fearful attitudes or negative thoughts. Focus on the process, not the product essentially. Easier said than done.

“Before we head up to my bedroom, can I grab you something to drink? I already have some chilled bottles of water up there, as I usually do, but if you’d like something else, just let me know. I wasn’t sure of the best way to handle this endeavor. I do have a few robes and some towels in the guest restroom if you’d like to hang your clothes and freshen up for our session. Shall I just change into something more intimate or a robe. . .or, do you have a preference? Oh, and may I call you Simon when we’re not in your office? I like that name.”

Kristen could hardly believe her session with Dr. Idris was about to begin.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris followed Kristen inside. She offered a semblance of a tour, but soon launched into a series of inquiries about the particulars. Her energy level was definitely up, but whether from anxiety or eagerness he could not quite parse.

He stepped close to her and extended his hands palms up. "First, a brief exercise. C'mon, do as your doctor tells you. Place your forearms atop mine. Good. Now just lightly grip my forearms as I grip yours. Feel that connection? Okay."

"Now I want you to take a deep breath; in through the nose and out through the mouth. Ready? Okay, in. . . and out. . . . Again. In. . . and out. One last time. . . . In. . . and out. Good.

"Now I had you do that for two reasons. First, watching your beautiful breasts rise and fall in that dress is intoxicating." Idris winked at her mischievously.

"Second, and more importantly, I want you to breathe easy. Whatever happens tonight, you are not alone in this. Your friend Simon will be looking after you all night.

Idris nodded in the direction of her bedroom. "Here's what I suggest. You and I walk upstairs together. I'm guessing that that dress took some effort to put on, so I'll help you out of it so that it doesn't get wrinkled. I'll then take off my suit.

"Afterwards, we'll go take a nice hot shower together. I'll wash your back, you wash mine. Once we're all shiny clean, we'll put on those robes and you can show me your bed."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen smiled for numerous reasons. This was a gentler, humorous side of Dr. Idris that she hadn’t seen, but was equally powerful in it's effect on her.

She felt calmer, grounded, and reassured of how to proceed.

“That sounds perfect. I did have quite a bit of assistance at the spa. I created quite a stir, actually.”

In truth, she had been encouraged to practice walking in the four inch heels, in just her underwear and pasties before the groomer felt she was capable of not tripping in the dress.

As Kristen entered her bedroom, she stood in front of her large dresser mirror and caught her reflection. Wow, had she really worn something so revealing in public? Massachusetts was such a conservative place in terms of attire. She never would have chosen this for herself, but now in the safety of her home, and alone with Dr. Idris, she felt safe in looking at her reflection with less judgment. And when/where would she ever wear something so fancy again?

Kristen’s bedroom had always been a sanctuary to her. She had a queen sized bed, a large wooden headboard and footboard with some linear pillars at the corners, and a large wooden dresser. She had two different nightstands with modern glass lamps. At the foot of her bed, she had a sitting bench and there was another chair and ottoman where she liked to read sometimes. Her bed was dressed with lots of pillows and layers of cotton, blankets, comforters, throws in different textures. The colors were all soft blues, greens, and yellows, but the dark brown furniture added an earthiness.

Dr. Idris stood behind her and she caught his eye. She spun around and sought his blue eyes.

“By the way, you look very handsome, too. It’s a miracle I found you. I can’t believe you had me wear such a daring gown. Although, I did find it beautiful.”

 

[saedo]

Simon Idris stepped behind Kristen and admired her mirror image from over my shoulder. "Quite honestly, I would think it a terrible shame not to have you in a dress like this. It would be like taking a Raphael and draping a layer of gauze over it. Beauty such as yours should not be concealed."

He turned his attention down to the problem at hand. "I confess that the wizardry of women's fashion has long escaped me, so I may need a bit of guidance. . . . Oh, wait, I see." He put his hands to her dress. "So if I tug it this way. . . yes, there we go." The seemingly magic means that held the dress to her body parted under his firm fingers. He offered his hand and supported her as she stepped out of the dress while also keeping the fabric from pooling onto the floor.

Beneath her dress she wore a pair of pasties to shield each nipple, a pair of silk panties, and a pair of high heels. The warmth in his groin intensified. "Perhaps next time you should only wear this. I honestly think you need no other adornment." His eyes twinkled with merriment at the mental image.

He turned helped her sit down, then knelt to remove her shoes. He smoothed his thumb across the tops of her feet. "I don't have a foot fetish, but yours are quite lovely."

Simon rose and turned his attention to his own outfit. Jacket, tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, and pants soon accumulated in a neatly folded pile on the bench at the foot of her bed. Eventually he was as nearly undressed as she, clad only in his black boxer briefs.

"Good. Now let's go see your shower."

 

[Sidney_1]

Once in the bathroom, Kristen opened the glass doors and turned down the temperature to a more moderate setting. She knew she took overly hot showers and assumed it would not suit him. She took two washcloths out of the cubby and a sea sponge.

While the shower and bathroom began to steam up, she removed her black silk underwear and the pasties over her nipples. In the meantime, behind her, Dr. Idris was removing his underwear. Kristen couldn’t see his full body, but he was well-toned everywhere. His body was a cross between a swimmer’s and a biker’s. She couldn’t deny that they looked beautiful together. She hoped that if they ever mated again at her house, or at another venue, that she’d be able to perhaps catch a glance in a fuller mirror.

“I usually just use my hands to wash myself, but feel free to use any product that you prefer. “

Kristen placed her hair in a loose bun on the top of her head and gazed downwards.

Once again, she felt the surge of giddiness that she had felt when she had been accepted as a patient. It was hard for Kristen to be fully seen, both of them completely nude now, in close quarters. Thankfully, there was some steam, and their hands would be busy.

But, Kristen couldn’t deny that there was a part of her that couldn’t wait to see that massive erection pointing right at her, or feel it against her, and oh God. . . just the thought of him all to herself was firing up her libido.

Kristen placed her hand in the shower and made a slight turn back to Dr. Idris, averting her eyes from his penis.

“I think we’re ready,” Kristin said, as she stepped under the warm shower, holding her arms up so that she was saturated with water as she rotated her torso and hips. “Mmm, feels nice.”

 

[saedo]

Kristen's shower was separate, with nearly floor to ceiling glass door opening into the tiled area. The enclosed space proved moderately comfortable for one, but slightly cramped for two. As they stepped into the steamy confines, they had a few giggly moments as her dainty feet stepped on his size 12s. "No, it's my fault," he chuckled. "I've got boats for feet, so they're always in the way."

"Let me start," he directed. "Just relax." He took up the sponge and applied her some body wash. It had hints of lavender in its scent, which made him smile. He'd likely leave here smelling like a pretty flower, too.

He began to soap up her back, starting with her shoulders and working down to her waist. Kristen clearly did more than a few sessions of elliptical training a week; there was respectable muscle lining her core.

He shuffled around to her front and repeated the process from shoulder to waist. Her breasts loomed large and beautiful in the steam - like a pair of full moons beginning to rise above the clouds. Her nipples thickened as he rubbed the sponge over them. He longed to drop the sponge so that he might bend down to taste her. But that overtly sexual act contradicted with his purpose. Tonight was about her gratification, not his.

He attempted to cover his momentary lapse in attention with education. "I hope your breasts are feeling more comfortable since last week. Taking a warm bath or shower and gently rubbing them can help ease the tenderness."

After her torso was complete, he knelt and repeated the process with her legs. Given his earlier performance at dinner, he was tempted to repeat himself now that her naked pussy was mere inches from his face. Still, he maintained control, forcing himself to gently wash the tender flesh with his sponge.

When he rose to his feet once more, he couldn't fully feign that his intent was non-sexual. After repeated stimulation sessions with Debra this week and now warm, slick, skin-on-skin contact with this gorgeous woman, his libido could not tolerate further dormancy. As he stood up, his erection could clearly be seen rising out of the steam.

Kristen's eyes naturally glanced at the thick, swollen pillar angled upward from his groin as it bobbed scant inches from her midsection. Simon considered apologizing for his brazen display, but decided that would be foolish. If Kristen chose to attempt impregnation tonight, she surely could not begrudge a physical declaration of his desire.

Simon concluded his cleaning efforts by washing her hair. He had Kristen lean her head back till it rested against his pectorals. Taking care not to let the shampoo run into her eyes, he massaged the floral concoction into her golden mane and rinsed it clean.

Simon had always found the act of washing a woman's hair to be intensely sensual. Perhaps it was because she closed her eyes and put her trust in him while she was momentarily vulnerable. He could only hope that the occasional brush of his pulsing erection against her back did not detract from her experience.

"Alright," he declared, "you're shiny clean. Ready for your robe?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen nodded, unable to speak. He had thoroughly relaxed her; taking his time, cleansing her, washing her hair, being gentle, and purposeful. Kristin found herself immediately lost to the sensual process and she submitted her body to Simon’s hands. So many hands had been upon her, but she had closed her eyes at times so she could lock this sensual experience into her memory.

Everything felt so heightened right now; he probably had no idea from her silence how much she had enjoyed his soapy hands all over her body. And most of all, the sensation of his erection sliding up her lower back as he had washed her hair. And yet, he hadn’t forced her to acknowledge it or do anything with it as most men would tend to do.

Once out of the shower, and back to her senses, she found her voice.

“Yes, I feel thoroughly cleansed, thank you. That was so sensual and relaxing that I could barely speak. I hope you know that I appreciate your care with me.”

Kristin assumed that it might not always be this easy or pleasant. He had warned her of that. So, she savored this moment as much as possible.

She tied her blue satin robe loosely at the waist and brushed out her hair while Simon put the finishing touches on himself. She decided to wait for him and offer him the brush for his hair or to offer to brush it for him once he was finished.

From the steamy haze, she could see his penis, proud and erect. She was grateful that it wasn’t a struggle for him to be sexually attracted to her. Then again, perhaps, like her, he was taking special herbs and was following a special sexual regimen.

Kristen shook her head, reminding herself to stop over-processing and analyzing. For all she knew, he had a wife or girlfriend and numerous patients. Who could blame him?

He was here. He was very present with her. He knew what to do. The restaurant incident had proven that. All she had to do was stay very present with him.

“I have your towel when you’re ready, Simon.”

 

[saedo]

Simon let Kristen leave the shower first. The statuesque blonde patted her naked body dry with a towel before donning a satin robe. The robe had some difficulty fitting over her expanded chest, but he found the cleavage all the more enticing for it.

Kristen handed him a towel as he exited. Simon dried off, but was soon left with a quandary. Aroused as his libido was, his very prominent erection wasn't going away anytime soon. Consequently, wrapping the towel around his waist merely strapped the lower portion of the fleshy pillar against his abdomen, leaving the majority of the thick shaft in full view as it stretched towards his sternum.

Simon sighed and set the towel aside. After all the shower, Kristen was already as shocked by his nudity as she'd ever be. He trusted that she would not mind his current sartorial absence continuing.

Simon had Kristen lead the same way back to the bedroom. Together they removed the decorative pillows and pulled down the comforter. He then climbed into bed opposite her and met her in the middle.

"What happens next will be at your pace, Kristen, " he began. " Our goal is to maximize your chances of conception and there is a mild but statistically significant correlation between successful fertilization and the woman's emotional state. Put simply, if you are feeling good, you are slightly more likely to conceive than if you are not." Simon reached out and brushed an errant lock of hair off her forehead. "To that end, I will do my best to ensure you have a good time.

Simon nodded in the direction of his lower half. "Obviously, I am ready to go," he said with a grin. "But the more important question is whether you are. If you want to start with some foreplay, I'm glad to do so. If you are ready to skip past preliminaries, I'm fine with that, too. If you just want to lay here and talk, that's fine, too. And if you have any doubts a whether you want to go through with this, we don't have to do anything at all. Okay?"

"Now if and when you are ready, I recommend that you be on top in whatever position that you prefer. That will give you a bit more control over the pace and comfort. Also, that position is a little less stimulating to me, and I'd really rather see you climax once or twice before I do in order to maximize our chances."

Simon put an arm on her hip, letting his long fingers press gently into firm flesh as it sloped towards her curvy buttocks. "So Kristen, what would you like me to do first?"

 

[Sidney_1]

A swell of different emotions whirled through Kristen. How did he always know the right thing to say to her, how to put her at ease, even before she knew what she needed? The only doubt that ran through Kristen, for the first time, is regret that she couldn’t have found someone just like Dr. Idris—someone wise, mature, romantic, and assumedly highly sexual, and adept. But, it was so passive to wait. And the urge to be a mother was stronger than the urge to find love first and risk not being able to conceive. Dr. Idris already had to help those couples and she didn’t ever want to have to go that process. Her clock was striking, and she was simply heeding its call.

Kristen had been waiting a month for this moment.

She nuzzled her body so she was side lying facing Simon. There was so much that she wanted and craved but she had no idea if it was acceptable.

“I appreciate your sensitivity to this unique situation. I have no doubts about our arrangement. I’ve been fantasizing about this day for nearly a month.” Kristen glanced down, blushing at her confession, and willing her tears of joy not to be revealed.

“I know we have a professional relationship, but light kissing would help me to get familiar with your body and it arouses me at the same time. I – I would really love to kiss and caress you, and perhaps talk with you a little as I do so. I know kissing is very personal, and it may be off-limits, so I just want to double-check. You may only share those intimacies with your wife or girlfriend. But, I will certainly do my best to ensure that you maintain your erection while I’m warming up.”

Kristen shifted her hip, instinctively pressing her flesh into his fingers. She couldn’t believe he wanted her to have not one, but two orgasms before he released himself within her.

 

[saedo]

Simon nodded. This aspect of his role was always tricky. To characterize their interaction as purely professional seemed eerily akin to describing him as a prostitute - a term he did not care for. But to expect Kristen to kiss him could be forcing a level of intimate found uncomfortable given the somewhat artificial origin of their relationship. Fortunately, she had eased this potential issue for him.

"As you like, " he smiled. He leaned closer to her on the bed, brushing his lips against hers. "But you will have to keep an eye on me. I rarely do things lightly." Simon wiggled his eyebrows at her, then kissed her softly again.

"So what did you want to talk about between kisses? "

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristin smiled as she returned Simon’s light, teasing kiss.

“Well, just do what comes naturally, then. I was just being tentative in case the idea didn’t appeal to you at all. And I beg to differ, Dr. Idris,” Kristin challenged. “You did quite a delicate dance with me under the table at the restaurant. But, I don’t need to talk, although I still have questions – all of them can wait. I’d rather focus on making love with you.”

Kristin blushed as soon as the words had escaped her mouth, but she assumed Simon knew what she meant. They were going to make a baby in her bed for goodness sakes, albeit for her benefit.

Kristin reached down for Simon’s penis, hoping he was still rigid. Ah, yes. She stroked him lightly a few times with one hand as she shifted in bed so she could brush her nose and face against Simon’s before finally offering her lips for him to welcome. They kissed lightly, and then their mouths opened to devour one another in a long kiss.

Kristen scissored her legs and tried to position herself so she could use Simon’s penis to caress and brush against her pussy lips.

Mmmm, yes, he was warm, soft, and large just as she had recalled. His penis didn’t have the same effect as his finger had under the table at the restaurant, the indirect stimulation of her sensitive clit, but it gave her the same sense of yearning. . .and more of a sense of connection.

She wasn’t fully lubricated yet, but she knew it wouldn’t be long if they continued to fool around.

 

[saedo]

Simon tensed slightly as Kristen's fingers brushed his shaft. Her grip fell well shy of encircling it, but with both hands she was able to stroke it. His cock pulsed with the stimulation, emitting a thick pearl of precum from the tip.

Still, he remained passive as she guided his penis past the fabric of her robe. She gasped ever so slightly as the blunt head brushed against her labia. Perhaps he had as well.

It was no easy task remaining complacent as she began to tease herself with his erection. His cock ached to penetrate her, but she let his thick glans no further than her nether lips.

Try as he might, his patience was not entirely without limit. After minutes of this teasing delight, he put his arms around her and hugged her close. Securing her lithe frame against his broad torso, he rolled onto his back and pulled her atop him.

When they came to rest, her thighs straddled him just north of his pelvis. His throbbing cock was now pinned to his abdomen by her weight. He shifted his hips slightly, feeling the thick shaft slide along her pussy lips as she rested atop it like a floating log.

Her hands braced herself against his chest as she pushed herself upright. He grinned up at her as she bestrode him, the nimbus of her golden hair glowing with the light behind it.

"I think we can dispense with this," he suggested. His hands reached towards her waist and slowly tugged the sash of her robe free. The blue satin parted, seductively revealing a sliver of her naked torso from neck to waist.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen arched her back and shrugged her robe off her shoulders. It was only going to be in the way of both her pleasure and Simon’s.

Simon had already removed his robe as she had lit the candles upon entering. He had been much more comfortable with this process, as was to be expected.

Kristen smiled, grateful for just the candlelight. She knew he had already seen her breasts, but still. . .she was more than a mouthful, and seemingly growing, and she had nothing to keep them from bouncing wildly . . .

“There. . . now, I’m free,” Kristen said as she tossed the robe aside. She could feel Simon’s hands on her hips and she tried not to bear too much weight on his penis. She slowly rocked her hips forwards and backwards on his erection, teasing herself, losing herself to the sensations.

Finally, she felt physically ready and she eased her hips off of Simon and scooted back on his legs. Holding his penis up in front of her, she knelt down to take him slowly and deeply within her mouth, circling his rod with her tongue as she withdrew.

“I’m sorry, I just had to do that before we started. It helps me connect,” Kristen confessed, looking into Simon’s turquoise eyes.

She kept herself straddled and brushed him firmly against her pussy lips, making certain to coat his head with her juices. With one hand on his penis, she held him upright and mounted him slowly. Simon had taken the cue, and had reached down and held himself up for her.

“Oooo. . .” she groaned as she eased herself on his penis. At first, she had just taken the tip of him in, then down about a third. She had bobbed up and down until she felt her vaginal walls relaxing and she bobbed a little further each time. Finally, he was buried completely within her.

He was so thick that she couldn’t even squeeze her vagina around him. He filled her completely.

Kristen could feel her nipples perking with need and desire.

She began to rock her hips gently forward and back, letting herself become accustomed to his size and girth within her.

“God, this feel fantastic, Simon.”

 

[saedo]

Simon couldn't resist a rather juvenile glee at seeing Kristen's breasts bared. It had been nearly a quarter century since Molly Horner had first let him remove her white cotton bra and he'd seen countless pairs since. Yet somehow the adrenaline thrill of a topless female remained undiminished.

Kristen ground herself along his shaft for a time. To be so close and yet still outside her was most tantalizing. Judging by her expression, she enjoyed it as well.

Finally, she eased her weight back on her thighs. With his cock freed, Kristen raised the swollen shaft vertical. After all the foreplay, every few heartbeats sent a fresh pearl of precum trickling down the broad crown of his glans. Kristen admired the shiny knob for the moment, then parted her jaw wide to accommodate the engorged head. Her tongue swirled around the mouthful as she tasted his precum.

“I’m sorry, I just had to do that before we started," she explained.

Simon chose to let his curiosity lie. In his experience - and it was considerable - a female's willingness to put a cock in her mouth was far from universal. Judging from what his male patients said during consultations as well as what fellow gym attendees said in the locker room, it wasn't just Simon's penis that got such a mixed reaction. A substantial portion of women seemed to regard sucking cock as an unpleasant task to be avoided when possible. So while he found it curious as to why Kristen apologized for her eagerness, he had no desire to disrupt her mood.

Kristen, however, kept her oral attentions brief. She leaned far forward over his chest to obtain the necessary clearance as she slipped through tip of his erection between her thighs. He helped brace her body as she guided his cock into a comfortable angle between her labia. Her forehead furrowed in concentration as she lined it up just so.

“Oooo. . .” she moaned as the blunt head pressed against her opening. The initial insertion was always a bit of a surprise for most, but Kristen was being appropriately cautious. Her magnificent thighs quivered only slightly as she controlled her descent. She took her time, taking only an inch or two before pausing to let her vagina adjust. Then she would lean forward to let him slip out slightly before leaning back again to take in just a bit more. After several repetitions, Kristen sat flush against his lower belly.

Kristen ran her hands down the front of her own abdomen, tracing the fat cylinder currently stretching her insides. Simon remained quiet, enjoying the warm wetness of her vagina. This was her time. Let her set the pace.

At last, she began to slowly grind her pelvis against him. Her hips shimmied slightly as she found a rhythm that pleased her. Her mouth parted, her lips already pink and plump from arousal. Soon gentle sounds of pleasure began to issue from her slender throat.

Simon reached up for her breasts. Each readily filled his palm as he hefted them from below. Cautiously, he began to tease at her nipples. The key was to provide a gentle stimulation that complemented the intensity between her thighs rather than distracted from it. If he did it well, the first of her hopefully multiple orgasms would soon follow.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen glanced down at Simon’s hands on her breasts. He had cupped them and began a light palpation of her nipples, his fingers occasionally pressing against them, as her hips moved in circles, experimenting with what position was the most pleasurable.

“Mmm. . .that feels. . . nice.”

Kristen slowed her pace, so she could enjoy Simon’s teasing.

His arms and chest were muscular, a perfect complement to her feminine form. Fuck, she couldn’t wait to feel him explode inside of her.

Kristen groaned and shifted her weight forward, now holding onto the wooden headboard for support. She ground her hips more vigorously and tilted her pelvis so that her clit was brushing against Simon’s with each circling round.

As she picked up the pace, her breasts began to bounce in Simon’s hands, but he kept them supported and within grasp. Between the precon and the lack of sex, it didn’t take much to make her crazy.

Kristen raised herself up just enough, so she could see a hint of Simon’s penis before she buried him once again within her. And then, she let herself go without pause or reservation.

She bounced vigorously with each round and angled her pelvis for maximum stimulation. She heaved her chest forward and arched her back to enjoy the feeling of being filled.

“Ha-hold me, Simon. . . this feels . . . intense. Oh fuck!” Kristen cried, as she let herself go wild like a stallion on his cock, greedy for her release at last. Simon gently pinched her nipples as her orgasm peaked, which sent her momentarily even higher before she flew over the edge. Her vagina spasmed around Simon’s thick, firm penis as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

After cresting she lost all strength. She allowed Simon to keep her steady upon him until her body stopped shuddering from aftershocks.

“Oh my God, I needed that,” she whispered, still gasping for breath. “But, I still can’t wait for you to . . . let go, too. “

It had been rare for her to orgasm during intercourse and Kristen was amazed at herself that she was able to achieve it.

 

[saedo]

Simon found it amusing to be so passive during intercourse. Aside from fondling Kristen's breasts, he was mainly providing a thick, hard cock for her to impale herself on. The bulk of the exertion was entirely her.

Staying that way proved only a moderate challenge. Had he been on top, he would have focused on thrusting, but Kristen's efforts involved very little in and out. Her gyrations were far more subtle. Sometimes she was apparently toying with different amounts of pressure and contact with her clit. Othertimes he assumed she was shifting solely to enjoy the stresses his fat shaft placed upon her tight vagina. As a result, resisting the urge to cum proved well within his capabilities.

Still, he was glad when she finally orgasmed atop him. For most, the first took the most effort to achieve. Hopefully her second would be easier.

Simon waited till Kristen regained her breath. She was great fun to watch. Her upper body developed a warm flush and her skin now shimmered with perspiration. Her magnificent breasts heaved as she took in oxygen.

"That was wonderful," Simon praised when her eyes refocused. "I think it'll be time for me when you next climax. Are you ready to go now? Or would you like to take a break before round two?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“That was so selfish.” Kristen felt a wave of shame suddenly. For losing herself; for cursing. For asking a relative stranger to hold her body while her spirit ran wild with her orgasm.

Kristin debated about whether to risk waiting and losing her nerve, and Simon losing his erection. . . or to honor her body and rest a moment.

“I guess I could use a breather before round two. Honestly, I’m not even sure if I can climax again. But, I’d like to. I. . . hope I can become more comfortable with you and our sessions can provide mutual pleasure. I know this is quite a commitment for you to make, too.”

Kristen was just realizing what a leap of faith taking her on must have been for Simon. He had literally committed to having sex regularly with her. Even once she was pregnant. Kristen couldn’t even conceive of that reality. Perhaps he wouldn’t be in the mood. What then?

Kristen reached out to caress Simon’s arms and tried to stay focused on the present.

 

[saedo]

“I guess I could use a breather before round two."

Simon feigned a smile. His scrotum felt weighted with cannonballs after extended foreplay. His cock continued to throb within Kristen's tight, pink confines. He longed for release.

But Kristen would hardly be the first to find him very enjoyable in small doses but considerably less so in larger quantities. "As you wish, my dear," he replied.

He lifted her with his arms to help slide her up his torso. Inch by inch, his turgid member slipped free from her delicate pussy, along with a rather considerable dripping of her own juices. When the reddish purple pole slapped against his abdomen, it glistened from tip to base in her slippery lubrication.

Kristen slid down beside him, one of her silken thighs draped somewhat possessively across his. Simon draped an arm around her and let her lay her head on his chest as she recovered.

"Honestly, I’m not even sure if I can climax again," Kristen confessed softly. "But, I’d like to. I. . . hope I can become more comfortable with you and our sessions can provide mutual pleasure. I know this is quite a commitment for you to make, too.”

Touched by her honesty, Simon kissed the top of her head and gently rubbed her naked back. She was special, this one. "You will and I do, my dear." He paused, then chuckled. "And I assure you that you're certainly capable of more than one orgasm per night. . . ."