Part 6: Erotic Closure

What a wonderful world it is that has girls in it!

Lazurus Long

July 4th

glamourdaze stockings5This morning I awoke before Sarah and decided to make breakfast for us. It was calming to have some time in the quiet house and do something for her that was so personal. I wholly intended to make her breakfast in bed and had found a bed breakfast tray in the basement and had just set it when she showed up at the kitchen entrance in her nightgown. Funny…she took the time to wash up and fix her hair and I was actually a little disappointed because it would not have mattered to me if she had not. But old habits die hard, I guess, and it was typical in the past to see Sarah fully dressed in the morning. Excepting that one time in the breezeway I had never seen her out of clothes except when she was in her conservatively styled one piece swimming suits. I shooed her away and she laughed with delight and I came upstairs and she was sitting on the bed waiting to be served. I set the tray down over her thighs and took a seat at her make up table and began reading the paper to her. She listened and at the end of each news story we would talk about its import and implications and make predictions of what might happen next. It was a fun mental exercise. She finished up and I went to take the tray away and as I bent down to remove it she kissed me, holding one hand on my cheek. “Today you are going windsurfing! No work for the wicked man that is turning me into a nymphomaniac,” Sarah said. “In fact, you are to shower, get dressed and leave immediately and I’ll fix you a lunch and some directions to a place I know you will like.” I kissed her back and nodded and verily took off.

It was not that I wanted to leave her but sports are such a strong part of my identity I was raring to go and it was so kind of her to insist. I showered up and dressed. Sarah had washed and folded all my clothes neatly and I almost felt bad breaking the creases of the carefully neatly folded clothes. She took such effort and was a perfectionist in all that she did. Coming downstairs I slid in beside her standing at the counter working and gave her ass a sharp smack, “So woman, what have you for me today!”

“A surprise that you will like. Now stop THAT,” Sarah exclaimed as I gave her another playful spank, “and take this map and go!” I kissed her longingly and started out.

The map Sarah gave me was accurate and I found the location she had directed me too. I ended up at Point Petre in Prince Edward County and there was decent access to the water and a shale beach but all in all it was nice as I could keep the lighthouse as a reference as I sailed farther and farther out into Lake Ontario. Being a competent windsurfer I was not worried about being isolated and spent about 2 hours on the water before I got hungry and decided to head back in. Tacking back and forth working upwind I made it to shore about an hour later and I was ready to eat.

Securing my board and sail I headed up to the car and was pleasantly surprised to see Sarah sitting on the hood of her Cutlass with a pair of binoculars. I waved and ran up to greet her, still wet from the lake. She threw me a towel, “You’re not messing up my make up,” she stated brightly and I dried myself off and slid out of my wetsuit before I gave her a kiss. As I pulled on my t-shirt I took a moment to look at Sarah. How did she do it I wondered? She was wearing a navy with white polka dot ruffle front button short sleeved blouse with matching mid length navy blue high-waist paper-bag styled shorts with a leg cuff that held the shape of the shorts nicely. She had on the most delicious looking red leather peep-toe platform pumps and looked wonderful. “See, I was busy shopping while you were having fun,” she offered by way of explanation as to how she came to be wearing these clothes. I smiled and complimented her on her new clothes and slid off my swimming suit and toweled dry before putting on my shorts and sitting beside her. She had the lunch out ready for me and she handed me a sandwich. I took a bite and noticed and then commented on the fact her lipstick matched the colour of her shoes. “Of course it does, I am a classy lady,” Sarah quipped. “But a colour like that…well, is sinful!” I retorted. She laughed at my mock concern for her honour and I noticed that her laughter was coming more naturally and easily with each day. I smiled and she asked me why I was smiling.

“It’s because you are opening up to me – to the world – love,” I explained.

“Good. Now shut up and eat,” Sarah said firmly. As I ate she sat behind me and massaged my shoulders gently and we both became enshrouded with each other’s presence and the natural beauty a lake view vista offers. I finished the last sandwich and slaked my thirst with some ice water from a thermos and as I slid off the hood she smacked my ass and said, “Now get sailing.” I laughed and made my towel ready as if I was to whip her and she held up her hand in mock fear, “Save that for later kiddo. Now off you go before you loose the rest of the afternoon.”

I nodded my agreement and smiled my acceptance of her offer and started down to my gear.

After a shorter session of sailing, partly because the wind was dying down, I came back and de-rigged my board and carried my mast and sail to my car. I could not see Sarah and looked in her car. She was lying in the back seat sleeping so I quietly withdrew and completed bringing and setting my equipment on and in my car. After I was done I pulled a novel from the glove compartment and rummaged through the cooler Sarah lent me for a beer and made myself comfortable on the ground and began to read. She looked so peaceful I felt it best to let her sleep.

An hour and two beers later I heard a scuffing noise and then Sarah’s head rising from her sleep. “How long have I been out,” she asked. Looking at my watch I offered, “At least an hour honey because I have been back for about that long.” “Sorry Bruce.” “No problem love I just let you sleep because you looked so peaceful,” I said with an assuring tone. “Take your time and we can head back when you’re ready.”

Sarah stepped over the back of the car seat and slid off the trunk and walked over to me and sat down and gave me a big hug. She used her fingers to pull my face to hers and kissed me deeply. “I am well rested my man. Tell you what…If you fuck me now I will head home and set up a surprise for you for your return.” My eyes widened and now I knew her design in sending me here. It was isolated and ideal for some outdoor love making. ‘That’s my girl.’ I thought. I smiled and returned the kiss. “So how does my vixen want it,” I asked.

“I will show you,” Sarah said formally. She got up and walked to the front of the car and unfastened her shorts and let them drop to the ground and lifted them with the toe of one foot and placed them on the hood. My jaw dropped. Gone was the shy woman of just yesterday! Then she slid her navy blue lace hip huggers off and did the same thing to place them on the hood. Last and most gratifying and exciting she placed her forearms on the hood and stuck her ass out and opened her legs. “Fuck your vixen now. Please!” she said. I got up and slid my bathing suit off and my hard-on was already full. I moved in behind her and licked my fingers and slid them over her pussy lips to wet her and pressed the tips between her lips and into her. Sarah was dry but in about 10 strokes she was responding and she felt wonderfully smooth. I held her by the hips and moved in slowly and lovingly. “NO! Harder Bruce…harder!” I needed no more prompting. I grasped her full by the hips and pulled almost all the way out and then thrust hard in. I continued that level of force and increased the rapidity of my hip movements so that there was a wonderful aural melding of our hips slapping together with the sound of the waves against the shore. Her head lolled to the right and left and she let out a series of yelps when I pushed particularly hard. Sarah had pulled her panties to her face and was biting on them as I fucked her from behind. I felt her g-spot and pushed down her hips and she opened her legs more to lower them for me and I was able to press the head of my cock against her g-spot with each forward thrust. I had not felt it before during our past love making but there was no mistaking that fleshy firmness now.

“Slam me…”, her voice trailed off. “Say it baby,” I grunted. “Slam me fucker. Fuck… do me!” What man would need more prompting? Certainly not I. God she looked so damn good, my sexy vixen.

As my thrusts quickened Sarah started to say in rhythm to the thrusts, “Yes…yes…yes…yes…” and one final “…yessssss!” as she came. I felt a new wetness I had never experienced and felt my balls covered with a warm fluid. Sarah was collapsing and I held her up and pumped her twice more and then came deeply inside her soft, accepting pussy. I could not stand up and I held onto her as I collapsed slowly back and sideways to the cool grass, carrying her with me. Falling on my back she fell on me and I held her tight as her hips bucked and her legs splayed open and then closed. “What the hell did you DO to me,” she said between breaths. I was scared. Deeply scared. Perhaps I had hurt her. I reached down between us and checked the wetness on my balls and slid my hand surreptitiously to check what was exactly now on my hand. It was not blood and I smelled it and it smelled like her.

“It’s alright…I am alright Bruce…Just…never…felt…like…that…before,” she said between breaths. I took her assurance at face value and held her close, squeezing her like my teddy bear when I was a kid and scared of the sound of crashing thunder. She slid around to face me and kissed me, her hair tussled and unkempt from our love making. “Some learning curve,” she offered between sharp, gasping breaths. “Yes. Some God damn learning curve,” I responded, “Not only for you but me.”

We slowly recovered and I helped her up and into her panties and shorts and we hugged and Sarah got in her car and brushed her hair. She put on a scarf and smiled up at me, “Now, give me an hour and a half and then come home babe.” She started up her car and backed around and waved and headed home. I returned the wave and the smile she gave me and went to the cooler and got another beer. Taking a long draught from it I wonder what had just happened. And my expectation and excitement grew for what might be in store for me at home.

I arrived back as dusk was passing into night. I was pleasantly tired but fully awake and aware of my surroundings. Knocking on the screen door twice sharply, to mark my arrival, I entered and called Sarah’s name. She beckoned me into the living room and I acknowledged her by giving her a kiss. Sarah was in a bath robe and sipping tea, “Now get thee to your room and get dressed. I have laid out some clothes for you and we can have dinner,” greeted Sarah. I ran my hand down her neck and across her shoulders and nodded. I went upstairs with the intent to survey what to wear but Sarah had set out my blazer that I had worn for the concert. I smiled and went to shower, shave and make myself presentable. Her door was now closed so when I was finished I went downstairs and made her a Gin Gimlet and sat in the living room waiting.

Eventually she came down the stairs and entered the living room, twirling around on entry, to show me what she was wearing. Sarah had selected a simple and elegant sweetheart taffeta dress. It was dark grey and simply looked stunning. The dress fit her well and accentuated her hips nicely. It was just above the knees in length and the top part of the dress was fitted almost like a corset the way it looked. It had a v-neck that just showed a hint of her cleavage. Finishing the ensemble was a pearl choker, some mid-black stockings with seams and a pair of black suede pumps with a decorative silver nappa band. I got up and all I could do was stand and say, “Wow.” Sarah smiled widely and came over and I had the presence of mind to retrieve her drink and offer it to her. I had a wine and we stood and gave each other a toast and drank.

“I took the liberty to make dinner reservations,” Sarah informed me. I nodded and drank again and set my glass down and took hers from her hand and set it down so I could kiss her. My hand slid along the back of the dress and the taffeta gave that rustling sound that I loved. “I’ll get my purse and go,” Sarah said “before we start anything that will make us late.” Collecting her black leather clutch we left for our dinner.

We set off and Sarah directed me to the Carmela Estates Winery and when we arrived I headed for the main restaurant but Sarah directed me to a road to the right. I looked quizzically at her and she explained that the winery had a guest house and she had rented it for the night. The dinner was going to be served at the guest house and we could enjoy a more intimate evening. I got out and opened the door for her and she smiled and told me to open the trunk. I did as requested and saw an overnight bag and collected it. Obviously she had packed clothes for us for the next day. I admired her planning and foresight and I wanted to be sure to mention to her how much I appreciated this special evening. The door was unlocked and Sarah picked up the phone and let the staff know we were here.

Within minutes a waitress arrived with some appetizers and a bottle of their Cabernet Franc and we sat on the couch and waited while she poured the wine for us and lay out the appetizers on the coffee table. We exchanged some pleasantries with the waitress and she left us after Sarah indicated for her to come back in an hour. This was obviously going to be a long and leisurely dinner evening!

I smiled pleased with such a generous thoughtful gesture Sarah had created. She smiled back at me and handed me my glass and we toasted again and kissed. Drinking the wine slowly we began to converse. We talked about family for a while getting caught up on the news since we had not done this the entire time at her place and part way through the conversation Sarah shifted 45 degrees to me and lifted her legs up and draped them over mine. She had a devious twinkle in her eye and slowly she lifted the hem of the dress to reveal her stocking tops and bare thighs. I could just make out that she had on a black lace open bottom girdle and just as I caught this information she opened her legs slightly and revealed she was not wearing any panties.

“OK…what are you trying to do to me,” I said tightly. “Nothing,” Sarah said coquettishly, “now have a shrimp.” She let the hem slide back so only her stocking tops were now visible and I used my free hand, after I ate my shrimp, to massage her calf. Then she slipped off her shoes and slid her feet into my lap and began to rub my crotch slowly. “Ahhh, the response I would expect from my lover,” she said in response to my erection. It was hard to make conversation now but I put on a valiant effort. The time passed with noticeable slowness as the hour transpired and just as the clock on the wall indicated an hour had passed Sarah slid her feet off me and stood and put on her shoes. Kissing me she greeted the waitress at the door and helped with some of the plates as the dinner table was set. The waitress uncovered the dishes and what lay before, as we took our seats, was a wonderful smelling meal of sole almandine with a fresh garden salad mixed with vinaigrette. Sarah thanked the waitress and indicated we would not need her any more for the evening and we began our meal.

Our conversation shifted from the family to more personal topics. Sarah began by asking me about my past sexual experiences and I related the not to frequent sexual adventures of Bruce. There was not much to tell really. Other than some petting in high school and then some romances that invariably did not lead to sexual intercourse there were the 3 lovers I had disclosed to Sarah. She was very interested to know the circumstances of each coupling and I shared them with complete details and honesty. From what I was telling her she would see that my experience was not worldly by any stretch of the imagination. She had such an easy accepting manner while receiving this information and she talked openly about herself as well. I adored her for not judging me from her more traditional relationship experience but I guess having a son and a daughter older than me prepared her for the shifting attitudes about sex that existed now.

I asked her about her fantasies and she divulged several to me. About this time she got up and went to the pantry and opened another bottle of wine and refreshed our glasses. After each disclosure Sarah would ask me what I thought about it and if it was something I had done or wanted to do. I was pleasantly surprised by the breadth of her interests for we shared many common ideas about sexual experiences. We finished off our meal and tidied up the plates and sat back on the couch. We held each other for a long time in silence. We had shut off all the lights save for one candle burning in the center of the coffee table. The darkness enveloped us and made me feel like we were in some type of wonderful cocoon full of passion and caring. As we hugged are hands played gently over each other’s body and I finally gathered her hands in mine and kissed them.

“Bruce go upstairs to the master bedroom and undress and wait for me,” Sarah said in a low voice. Nodding I did so.

I slipped under the covers and Sarah entered the room. In the low light of the side table lamp she slowly and silently undressed for me. She took her time creating a classy and powerful erotic strip tease and when she was finally naked slipped into bed beside me. All she had on was her pearl choker. I was sitting up and she was lying down so I moved to lie down as well and she turned to me, “Tonight make love to me.” I understood. Tonight was to be attentive, gentle and considerate soft love making. There would be plenty of time for mutual exploration of our fantasy life later. I had been given a window of Sarah’s raw sexuality at the Point and could wait for the latter. But tonight we share the former.

Words simply cannot describe what we experienced.


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