The things that happen in the fruits and veggies isle at the grocery store

I grip the side of the shower, to brace myself as I rest my left foot on Greg's shoulder. He leans in to run his tongue over me, and I shiver in delight. Mmmm, wonderful. I let myself get lost in the sensation of his tongue on my pussy. His tongue is sweet, and gentle, yet strong and sure. He is taking me up that mountain one more time...
 
Lia accepts my mouth on her pussy. She holds herself steady as I work my tongue up and down the length of her labia. Slowly, parting her lips with my tongue, I push in and begin exploring inside. The sensation of my tongue probing her hole, makes her moan.

My fingers spread her lips, allowing my tongue to slide deeper inside. I'm driving her crazy, and I'm not about to stop. My thumb finds her clitoris and begins rubbing it firmly.

Now she's losing control. Her hands grasp my shoulders to prevent her from falling over. The leg she's standing on begins to tremble. I know she's getting close.
 
I don't know how it is for a guy, but when a woman cums it is like a snake coiled up tight inside of her that suddenly springs loose. The energy radiates outward from the center and doesn't stop until it exits by all means. Fingers, toes, head, mouth, eyes, ears. This orgasm rocked me. I knew that I was squirting my juice all over Greg's face. His reward. I hoped he enjoyed it. I know I did.
 
Lia dug her fingernails into my shoulders as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. I continued sliding my tongue into her collecting the sweet nectar that poured from her. She tasted wonderful.

I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. I wanted every drop. The water mixed with her juice was incredible. I love giving a woman an orgasm. I get off on seeing them enjoy themselves. Lia definitely was enjoying herself.

I licked her clean like a momma dog licks her babies. I avoided her clitoris, knowing full well that it would be way too sensitive to the touch.

Standing up, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her while she recovered from the orgasm that had just shaken her to the core.
 
Good to the last drop?

He licked me clean, then raised up and gathered me in his arms. I stood there, with warm water coursing down my skin, his powerful arms wrapped around me, and shook. I raised my cloudy eyes up to him and smiled a small smile and kissed him, tasting me on him. This man was amazing. We stood there, kissing and holding each other until the water lost its warmth. He wrapped me in a large fluffy towel, and I rubbbed his chest and arms dry with another. He rubbed the towel all over me, getting me dry and warm. I could hardly wait to see what he had in mind next. When I turned I saw the bed. A huge bed. My imaginations went a little wild.
 
Lia and I walked into the bedroom. She wrapped in a big bath towel, I totally nude. She sat on the bed, still feeling the effects of her last orgasm.

I went downstairs and grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I returned and poured a glass for each of us.

We sat on the bed, drinking the delicious bubbly beverage. I felt so close to her. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, tasting the champagne and thanking God I had stopped for groceries that day.
 
I love champagne, and the way the bubbles danse across my tongue. Sweet, tangy. Then Greg kissing me. I felt high already. I had found something in this man. Something that I had been hiding for years. My sexual freedom. I sat close to him, feeling his warmth. We traded kisses on and off, drank champagne, and talked but everything, about nothing. I reached up and touched the skin on his chest. I followed the hair that ran down to his pubic area. I said to him. "you made me tell you what I really wanted, what I really liked. Now, it is your turn." I waited for him to speak, with a challenge in my eyes. What really turned him on? I hoped I would soon find out.
 
Lia asks what turns me on. How do you explain to the hottest woman you've ever met that she is everything that turns you on. She's feminine but strong. She's tough but gentle. She likes to be in control but is also willing to be let go. She personified everything I've always looked for in a woman.

I explained this to her. Wanting her to understand how much she has effected me in the short time we've known each other. And then I told her the more superficial things I liked. Roleplaying, being different people to each other all the time. Long slow lovemaking where the build up is every bit as good as the climax. Sex in unusual places, like the grocery store. These things turn me on. She understood, smiling and nodding as I explained each. We were not only sexually compatible, but we were also intellectually so.
 
I listen to Greg, listen to him put into words my own thoughts and desires. How can this be? This man, I don't even know....I did understand. So I leaned over and kissed him and asked in my most serious voice. "Yes, but what do you want, Right Now?" I watched the slow smile spread across his face. He was about to tell me, and I had a feeling this ride was going to be better than the last.
 
I was about to tell her about my wildest fantasy, but what fun would that be. Why not just do it (like NIKE says) ? I excused myself and went downstairs.

I gathered everything I would need. Rushing around the house, I make sure not to forget anything.

Once finished, I carry everything back upstairs. I hope she's ready for a wild time ! Knowing her she's really going to love this !!
 
Mysterious....

He looked as if he were going to tell me something, then he just smiled and ran out of the room. I heard him rumaging around downstairs...I wondered what he had in store for me?
 
I came back to the room with a bag of items. The game was on and I had to find out if she was really willing to play.

"We've only known each other for a few hours," I said ,"how much do you trust me ?"

I stared deeply into her eyes waiting for her reply.
 
"how much do you trust me?" he had asked. Now that question started bells going off in my head. I narrowed my eyes, thinking. Ok, Lia, did serial killers ask you that before they butchered you? I asked my self. I wouldn't know. I looked at Greg. His face earnest. He was smiling a sweet smile, but there was trepidation on his face. I smiled back at him. Remembering the way he held me. Remembering his tenderness. I leaned over and said, "Bring it on." Whatever it was, I figured I could take it.
 
I reached into my bag and pulled out my camcorder and tripod. I also had a 35mm camera with various lenses.

"You seem to be up for an adventure," I said, "would you mind if I captured our activities on film ?"

I instructed Lia to lie back on the bed and close her eyes. I have always been a firm believer that sex is 90% mental and 10% physical. I wanted to take Lia to a place she had never been before and she seemed to be willing.

Moving carefully, I set up both cameras on tripods, positioning them to face the bed. I turned on the camcorder and returned to my prone lover.

Sitting next to her on the bed, I began gently stroking her face.

"Just relax," I whispered, "let me take you somewhere that you'll love."
 
I love a journey

I saw him come into the room with his arms full of....camera equipment? I felt a slow smile start to creep over my face and one of my eyebrows went up in interest. He told me to lie back and relax. I did, I closed my eyes, listening to him set things up. I felt pressure on the bed, I opened my eyes and his gentle eyes were on my face, his hands stroking my face and forehead, gliding through my hair. He told me to close my eyes, he was going to take me somewhere...I did, anticipating the trip.
 
"Relax and take deep breaths. Clear your mind."

I continue stroking Lia's hair. She is following instructions well and soon is in a deep state of relaxation.
I move my hand down to her stomach and barely touching her skin begin to trace circles around her navel.

"You are going back in time. Feel yourself floating back."

My touch travels down to her genitals, not touching them but tracing a pattern around them.

"Go back to the scene of your first orgasm. Do you remember it ?"
 
did I remember it? I was 16. In the back seat of my boyfriends car, at the lake. We hadn't had sex yet....We just "fooled around" alot. He was who I had first mastered my oral technique on...He had wonderful fingers....

I was floating, remembering. Such a carefree time. I knew so little. I smiled thinking how glad I was that I wasn't 16 anymore.
 
I could tell by the smile on her face that she was there. She wasn't just thinking about it, she was actually somewhere back in time, reliving it.

"Lia, explore everything around you. Study your surroundings visually - drink in the aromas - feel the emotions. Be that young girl again and describe for me what you're experiencing."

My fingers stroked her soft pubic hair. Barely touching, but stimulating her in a new way.

I traced down the middle, grazing her labia as I went and then continued down the inside of her right thigh.

The combination of reliving a very powerful moment with my hand manipulating her made her begin breathing deeply.
 
I took a deep breath. I started telling him a story, my voice was breathless, I was enjoying my trip back in time.

My parents were pretty cool. I didn't have a curfew, but I knew to be home before 1am. We had spent the evening with a group of friends, eating pizza, and laughing. We decided not to go to the party that everyone else was going to.

As Greg's fingers glided over my skin, I could feel Marks.
I was hearing the pounding surf, listening to the sea gulls call. Remembering Marks lips on mine. so young, so unsure, Me kissing him back, not really knowing what I was doing, but going with the feelings...He used to leave hickies on my neck, and my dad would seethe when he saw them...

I stopped talking then, Greg was doing a fine job taking me back in time.
 
She related the story beautifully. The video camera was capturing everything. I moved my hand slowly down her leg, stopping at her knee and retracing my path to her genitals.

My cock hardened. My fantasy was coming true. As she slid deeper into her reverie, I grasped her hand and placed it where mine had left off. I got up off the bed and went over to the 35mm camera. She continued relating the story. Now it was her hand that began giving her pleasure. I started snapping photos of my beautiful lover masturbating for me.

"That's beautiful Lia, tell me more. You're doing great."
 
My voice was getting deeper, more sultry. I was lost in the past. I licked my lips, and Greg took my hand and placed it where his was. I smiled. My eyes still closed. I ran my finger over my labia, shallowly into my pussy, to wet it, and then I took it to my mouth and tasted it. "Mmmmnnmm" I purred.

I talked about how on those cold winter nights, the heater would be on, and we would strip down to our underwear. He would take my bra off, and fondle my young firm breasts. While I said this, my other hand was touching my breasts, squeezing, and pinching the nipples. I was lazily rubbing my clit, and talking about Marks hands all over me, hot, and unschooled. We were babies playing a grown up game. He would fondle me, and I would tell him what felt good, what felt better and what felt the best.

I talked and stroked myself, and I felt myself start to cum. My words started to falter. I became quiet as the whirlwind let loose inside of me. My first orgasm was such a surprise to me, I wasn't expecting it. This one was better, because I so knew what to expect and this little excursion into the past had me so hot. I was stunned by it. My body stiffened, my hips arched up off the bed. My hand stilled, and I began to shake uncontrollably. I groaned with it, and my eyes fluttered, and finally squeezed shut. My mouth became dry and finally I could breathe again.

I opened my eyes and looked at Greg who had an expression on his face I couldn't place.
 
Watching Lia masturbate for me was amazing. As an amateur photographer I had gotten used to being a voyeur - watching while others performed but this was different. She had gotten so deep into her past experience and had described it so impeccably that I felt as though I had been there too.

My cock was rock hard. I needed some type of release. I walked over to the bed and stood before her. She saw the look of lust in my eyes and sat up, taking my cock into her hand and directing it to her sexy mouth.
 
He was holding his camera, with a look of undisguised passion in his eyes. He put it down and came to me. I sat up, and took his dick into my mouth. I showed him all the things I had learned from the time I was 16, until this year in time. I had learned a lot. I had learned it well.
 
She sucked my cock expertly. I turned to allow the camcorder to capture all the action.

She deep-throated me like I'd never known possible. I knew that she could get me off at any moment by continuing her current actions. I was way too far gone to fight the overwhelming feeling that had been building throughout her masturbation session.

"Oh God, Lia, if you keep that up I'm going to cum any second now."

She had taken control and I would have done anything for her at that moment. I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this, but I knew that she had some more tricks up her sleeve.
 
I couldn't respond, it isn't polite to speak with your mouth full...I wanted this orgasm to rock him the way mine had rocked me. I held his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, and stroked that little area between his balls and his ass with my other hand. He stood before me, his hips jutted out toward my mouth as I used my mouth, lips and teeth to take him to the edge. I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth...I let him decide if that is what he wanted.
 
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