GON #7: Loving Barbara
Chicago, Illinois
10/19/98
Day One: Together 2
4:55 PM
My breath catching; drooping naturally, Barbara’s full breasts – as her written description and my fantasies – were the breasts of a mature woman, and due to her olive complexion, surprising me, exciting me, the color of her nipples a very light pink. The areola, half again the size of a silver dollar. The texture of her flesh surprisingly taut and free of any sign of age related crepe like looseness.
We’d been standing on opposite sides at the foot of the bed, now moving closer, standing but a foot apart, I watched as Barbara lowered and stepped out of her panties…
Remembering
beachbaby.global.com
I’m a poet, Mitchie. I’ve the heart of a poet. I love tenderness and affection and romance and, oh, my God! Yes! Now, especially sex.
lippy1.fatboy.net
Me, too, baby, me too!I’m a writer and love writing about realistic, everyday people kind of sex. What do you like? What turns you on?
beachbaby.global.com
Baby, I’m getting horny just thinking about it. As far as the “neck” goes, there is just something about a man’s neck that completely turns me on. I look at a man’s neck (not every man, mind you) and imagine kissing it, licking it, nibbling on it and it immediately turns me on. I also love the feel of a man’s mouth on my neck and throat, gently kissing my skin, running his tongue all around it.
10/19/98
4:55 PM
Unable to hold back, pulling her into my arms, my dick pushing through the thick triangle of dark brown pubic hair, actually sensing the slick moisture that had permeated the lips of her vagina.
Falling onto the bed, Barbara on bottom, me on top. Stopping a moment to gaze at the sight of this beautiful woman beneath me; at her face, at the spread of her naturally laying breasts. At this time slow foreplay out of the question.
“I love you,” I said as…
Urging my body lower, urging my body onto her. Feeling the light touch of her tongue onto my neck, sensing light baby type kisses. Feeling light, near tingling nibbles onto my neck. All outward movement stopped…
All movement stopped but for the mild sensation of Barbara mouth onto my neck, and the slick heartbeat pulsing upon by dick deep within the body of Barbara…
Drawing my head lower, lifting her face higher, Barbara’s lips met mine.
Moving now. “Fuck me, baby!”
Straightening my elbows. My chest a foot above Barbra's chest.
Beneath me, her thighs open to me, her eyes half closed, the erectile flesh of her light pink nipples tightening. The color turning a deeper shade of pink.
“Me, too, baby. I love you, too!” Barbara said as jerking her pelvis upward, her hand reaching to my head, her fingers entwined into my hair, her pelvis jerking downward… And agaon.
I felt the wet warmth, I felt the wet heat...
Oh, God! I feel the warmth, I feel the heat…
“I love you!”
Moving deeper... Barbara’s vagina grasping. Holding. Our bodies moving in quick cadence...
Feeling the heat upon my head, upon my shoulders, her thighs now spread onto and draped over my shoulders…
Meeting my thrusts.…
Meeting her thrusts...
Her breath catching...
My breath catching...
Her thighs now tightening about my head…
Barbara’s body receiving, my body thrusting deeper, thrusting harder, thrusting quicker...
“Oh, God!”
“Oh, my God!”
My chest dropping onto Barbara’s moist chest. ..
Barbara’s soft breasts melding warmly, moistly onto to me...
My mouth going to her mouth...
Her tongue moving in cadence with the slight slowing motion of my pelvis as my prick spurted the last of it’s present supp;y of semen as deeply into Barbara’s vagina as it could stretch
Oh, God!
Her eyes tightly shut, with one hard, upward pelvic motion, Barbara stopped all movement.
Other than the hard, spasmodic penile pulsing, so did I.
Opening her eyes, her breath coming hard.
“Mitchie, I love you.”
Opening my eyes, “Barbara...” looking into the beautiful, light brown eyes of this woman that “... I love you, too .”
Her breathing slowing, “My, God, Mitchie...” touching the tip of her finger to the center of her chest, to her heart “...I could feel you ‘coming’ all the way to here.”
Still atop... “Am I getting heavy?”… attempting to roll off, and out...
“No, honey.” Her hands playing over my back, onto and between the cheeks of my ass, “Don’t go yet.”
Dropping my cheek to her cheek, smelling the slight floral scent of her flesh. Closing my eyes. My heart beating against Barbara’s heart. Knowing it could not be...
Knowing it could ‘never’ be. Knowing more than anything in this world… More than ‘anything’ I wanted whatever earthly years I had left to be in the arms of this woman.
Remembering
beachbaby.global.com
I also love the feel of a man’s mouth on my neck and throat, gently kissing my skin, running his tongue all around it.
lippy1.fatmail.net
When you say you nipples are sensitive, do
you mean they excite easily? Or become
slightly painfully sensitive?
beachbaby.global.com
When I say my nipples are sensitive, I mean they excite easily, touch or lick them and they tighten right up.
10/19/98
5:35 PM
My arm draped over her hip, lying face to face, mouth to mouth, each feeling the breath of the other.
I kiss her neck, the flesh of her upper chest. I softly run the very tip of my tongue onto her breasts and, very gently about the circumstance of first one tightening nipple, then the other.
Stopping now. Feeling myself engorging, but knowing at this time it would not be enough.
Tightening my hold on Barbara, bringing my body to press tightly onto her.
Barbara’s breasts soft upon my chest.
Looking at Barbara, Barbara looking at me.
Softly speaking of her writing and my writing...
Speaking not of her ill mother or her stepfather in the late stages of Alzheimer’s nor of Charles, Barbara’s husband.
Speaking not of the unpleasantness in her life and whatever might be troublesome in my life – which was the thought that in two days Barbara and I would have to say ‘goodbye’.
Softly speaking of her writing and my writing. Getting to know each other without having to push the ‘send’ key.
6:22
“You hungry?”
Our bod to body contact breaking. Turning from me, Barbara glanced at the clock-radio on the nightstand: “ ‘6:2o’…” she said “...and, yeah, I am hungry.”
“Me, too.”
Kissing my neck, “Love doing that....” she said, then kissing it again “...an’ I gotta pee.”
Rather than throwing the light cover off and crossing behind the bed, climbing over me, straddling my head with her outstretched arms, Barbara stopped long enough to, teasingly, rub her heavy breasts over my face and allow a elongated nipple to remain in my mouth a second or two before bonding off the bed and, stretching a moment before padding into the bathroom.
Never seeing Barbara’s naked ass, and as she stood alongside the bed with her back to me I was quickly able to count three freckles on her left cheek and five on her right along with a number of ‘dimples’ which I thought could have bee cellulite, but never spending time studding my own ass, I thought I might have some cellulite there also, so I rather considered Barbara’s possible cellulite as ‘dimples’.
Leaving the bathroom door partially open, hearing the sound of urine splashing into water, “What’ch’ya got a taste for?” she asked.
Modesty? I wondered.
Barbara’s oneness not bothering me, actually truly …? ‘Refereeing’.
And me? I always loved becoming naked with women that I know would soon be naked, or at least partially naked..
The felling I’m getting with Barbara is of lovers, or husband and wife – as had happened with Marsha and myself – after a lengthy separation we couldn’t get enough of each other and there would be no false modesty. Just Marsha and me with ‘nothing’ held back.
Barbara and myself separated by miles and circumstances had been long distant lovers, and now, at this time are together with so little time together!
So little time! So no time for false modesty!
Leaving the bathroom door partially open, hearing the sound of urine splashing into water, “What’ch’ya got a taste for?” she asked.
“Steak!” I answered immediate “I could eat a cow!...Unless you’d rather...”
“No, steak’s just fine with me!” Padding back to the bed, our hips touching, Barbara sat next to me as I called the desk and, “Hi!” I said, “Can you tell me where’s a good place to get a steak?” Listening a moment,
“Great! Close enough to walk?” ...
...“Okay. Thanks. Can you make a reservation for, uh...” leaning across the bed, glancing at the clock-radio, “Seven-thirty, Okay?” I whispered to Barbara.
“Tell him ‘seven-forty-five’.”
“Can you make that reservation for two at seven-forty-five.” I asked the desk clerk...
...“Great, thanks.”
“So, where we going?”
Barbara and me sitting naked with our hips touching, making a dinner reservation, seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
“ ‘Ruth’s Chris’.” Gently pushing her back on the bed, I kissed the hard space between her flattened breasts, then rest the side of my face onto her chest listening to the soft thumping of her heart.
“Hey...” pulling my head up by my hair “..I got to take a shower, yet!”
“You want me to join you?”
“Yes, I certainly do! But if you do, we’ll never get out of here... Later. Okay?”
“Okay. You first.”
Apparently learning so much about me in such a short time. Apparently loving to tease me and apparently knowing that I loved her teasing me. Pulling herself off the bed, standing before me and holding my head while leaning forward and twisting from side to side, playfully bunting my face her tits.
And I did! I did love it.
“You first?” I asked.
“Yeah, it takes a lady longer to get ready than a guy, so if you don’t mind.”
Sitting on the bed listening to the running water. After a few minutes, the sound of the shower quiet.
“Okay, baby. Your turn.”
Going into the bathroom, Barbara still in the tub with the shower curtains pulled to the side, I watched the movement of her body as she pulled the large towel from side to side across her back…
Actually I watched the movement of her hips and Barbra's water flattened, dark brown pubic hair with clinging wet strands growing upward towards her navel and thinner strands reaching to and onto the upper sides of her thighs. And within that dark brown bush easily seen were the lips of her pussy that I wanted nothing more at that moment but to suck into my mouth.
Remembering…
beachbaby.global.com
And if you’re interested, or going to ask, I’ve
still a hairy pussy and the hair there is darker
than the hair on my head.
Remembering…
beachbaby.global.com
You like oral, Mitchie?
lippy1.fatboy.net
I’d love the feel of your warm thighs on either side of my face while I eat your pussy.
beachbaby.global.com
God, Mitchie, I’m so fucking hot!
lippy1.fatboy.net
Me, too!
*** It was about that tine that Barbara and I had our three thousand mile distant mutual masturbatory encounter.
Here-now
Thinking: It’s like seeing the preview of a coming attraction in a movie theater of a movie that I cannot wait to see.
And now...
Never ‘really’ expecting to. ‘Never’ imagining how Barbara and I ‘ever’ could – and now we are together and I’m...
The shower off now. Standing within the tub pulling the towel from side to side across her back, I watched as Barbara stepped from the tub and stood nude before the mirror brushing her hair.
Still wet, Barbara’s dark hair lay loosely to the bottom of her neck. Her deep waist accentuating ample buttocks, Barbara’s thighs – which didn’t bother me because I imagined those thighs held tightly to either side of my face – Barbra’s thighs were on the pudgy side, but her calves and ankles pleasantly shapely.
“Hey, honey...” I said, “...tell me to kiss your ass!”
Glancing over her shoulder, “Hey, Mitchie, kiss my ass!”
Which I did, on both cheeks then, ‘dimples’ or not and once again, and for luck, or really because I just wanted to, I kissed her ass again.
Next GON #8: Day One: Together 3
