TITLE    : Sunday Afternoon With Eileen
STORYID  : sunday-afternoon-with-eileen_2002
SUMMARY  : Eileen shows policeman how to enjoy Sunday afternoon.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-31
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
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TAGS     : |none|


It was a Sunday evening at work, and the streets were slow. I was cruising around in my patrol car, pondering my recent divorce, and wondering what lay in store for me. I had just started feeling a little down when my pager vibrated (beeping wouldn't be tactically sound), and the display showed an unfamiliar number. Curious, I returned to my station and made the phone call.



A wonderful soft yet husky voice answered the phone, and I knew who it was immediately. Eileen and I had been friends for years, and often our conversations were full of sexual innuendoes. She had told me, several times, that if I weren't married she'd seduce me at her earliest convenience. My ego was always pleased, and my imagination worked overtime, considering the possibilities, but nothing had ever come of it. Now I was freshly divorced, though, and here was this incredibly sexy voice on the other end of the phone.



The conversation consisted of the usual small talk at first, and I discovered that she was house&#xFDD3;sitting for a friend. The house was very comfortable to include an outdoor jacuzzi, and a king size waterbed in the master bedroom. She laughed a beautiful laugh as she told me of the shower with two showerheads, joking that she couldn't decide which massage head she should use to pleasure herself. After several minutes of conversation, sounding quite innocent, she asked when I was getting off duty. My shift wasn't scheduled to end for another four hours, and I gave her that reply with the disappointment obvious in my voice.



"That's a shame," she replied softly. "I could use some company in the jacuzzi, and we've put off our desires long enough." What could I say? I let her know that I'd call her back shortly, and was immediately on the phone with my Sergeant complaining of not feeling well. He told me to go home early, and I called her back to get directions to her friend's house. Within a half hour, I was pulling up in the driveway.



She had told me to come to the side door, from the carport, and I was obedient to that extent. Eileen met me at the side door, and she looked sexy in a simple way wearing a blue oxford, partially buttoned, and light blue panties. The buttons weren't displaying anything untoward, but the full curve of her chest was creating obvious amounts of cleavage since the highest button buttoned was below her bust line.



 

I had no more than stepped through the door, pushing it shut behind me, when she stepped close to me, putting both arms around my neck, and pulled me into a full deep wet kiss. It was one of those deep massaging kisses that involve your lips and tongue, and during which you become more and more aware of your partners body against you. The fact that I was still wearing gunbelt and vest made the situation uncomfortable and she commented on the necessity of getting rid of the impeding garments. I had no wish to argue, and we steadily undressed me as we staggered toward the jacuzzi. I was wearing nothing but my underwear by the time we reached the edge of the hot bubbling pool (on her friend's back porch), and I was tingling with the thought of neighbors being able to see us by moonlight. Looking me in the eyes, Eileen very purposefully unbuttoned her shirt, shrugging it from her shoulders, arching her back as she did so, pushing her chest toward me.



I couldn't help but notice and showed my appreciation by kissing each hardening nipple as I bent to pull her panties from her. After having been so close to her so often, always dressed, my excitement was overwhelming as I stood within inches of her completely naked. I stood after having helped her step out of her panties, and she smiled a wicked smile. Carefully she bent forward to pull my underwear from me, just as I had hers. When I had stepped from them, before she stood up, I felt the ecstasy of her warmth breath and soft lips brush against my hardness. It was like a feather blowing through the air had just brushed against me, but it was heaven just the same.



I stood perfectly still as she turned her beautiful backside to me and stepped up the three steps to the edge of the jacuzzi, and I kept watching as she stepped down onto the first platform. She stepped down again to the center of the pool, and turned to face me, the water just below her wispy light brown patch of pubic hair. The cool air had made her nipples hard, and I knew the mixture of cool and hot was only stimulating her further.



Before I stepped up to join her, I turned the control knob to heighten the agitation of the water. The pumps whine increased slightly, and the jets of water began a steady turbulence in the jacuzzi. Then, stepping as carefully and slow as she had, I stepped up the three steps to the edge, my midsection even with her face, and stood for a moment, just out of arms reach, my hardness staring her in the face, before stepping down into the pool.



 

When I stepped down onto the first platform, my length was at her chest level, and she stepped to me, reaching around to grasp my buttocks in each hand, squeezing as she pulled my body against hers. My hardness was bobbing just under her chin, and my desire for her to take me in her mouth was intense, but she put me off for the time being. After hugging me close, she helped me step down into the lower section of the pool, and then we both sat on the first platform, our bodies close and hot. The heat of the pool seemed as nothing compared to the heat of our passion and desires.



We sat close like that for some time, again chit&#xFDD3;chatting as if we had to get the day's small talk out of the way. I think we were both using that time to get used to being naked together lest we rush into and through our pleasures too fast. At some point, we ended up embracing, with soft shallow kisses becoming deep passionate explorations. The kissing gave way to licking and sucking on each other's necks and ears. I found myself wanting to taste every inch of her, and almost succeeded in doing so with all of her body that was above water.



As I kissed my way down her shoulders, she arched her back and pulled my head to her breasts, answering both of our desires. Her nipples hardened further still as I nipped, sucked and licked them. As my mouth pleasured her upper body, my hands explored lower. I found her thighs spread wide, and her thick moisture flowing freely, very different from the heat of the thin water. My fingers spread and caressed her; penetrating and massaging as necessary, gauged by the intensity of her moans in my ear.



Her moans became deeper and more animalistic as her first orgasm approached, and I found my head clamped to her chest as the spasms overtook her. Her thighs spread even farther than before, and I felt her one hand pushing mine hard against her sex as her hips convulsed with pleasure. As her undulations decreased, and her breathing slowed, she eased up on the pressure and a soft quiet "thank you" barely brushed across my ear.



The facade of patience disappeared with that orgasm, and she was pulling me up out of the water. Her intent to return the pleasure was obvious, and I soon found myself sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, my upper body cold, while my lower half was consumed with heat. Her mouth engulfed me without pretense or tease. One minute my erection was exposed to the cold air, and the next it was enveloped in her warm wet mouth, once again the heat of the thin water very different feeling from the thicker feeling of her body's heat.



 

Her actions were expert and her energy high. Her desire to please me was something I'd not experienced for some time prior to my divorce, and I lingered in the ecstasy of her oral ministrations. I could feel my own orgasm building, but so was the discomfort of the jacuzzi's edge digging into my rear end. One off set the other for a while, but after a few minutes, the hard edge won, and I had to move. Disappointed, and hating to interrupt her, I pulled her up to meet me, kissing her deeply, tasting myself on her lips.



She knew my intentions and we climbed from the pool together. Barely toweling dry, she turned from me and pulled me close against her back. With my hardness pressing between her cheeks and against her lower back, my arms encircled her, stimulating her chest as my tongue traveled her neck and ears.



She led me to the master bedroom where the king sized waterbed was warmly waiting. We fell forward together and I was tempted to take her just that way: bent over, deep, hard and fast. I didn't want it to be over that quick though, so I supported myself as she rolled over. No time was wasted as we looked into each other's eyes; I felt her hand grasp my length, guiding me between her wide spread thighs. I felt her rub the head up and down between her pink swollen sex a few times, spreading her flowing juices on us both. Then there was the pull from her, leading me forward, penetrating her, and her hand was gone, replaced by the hot wetness of her womanhood. Her hands went to my back, pulling me hard against her as her hips pushed up in counter stroke. Both of us moaned as my penetration was completed and I was buried inside her to the hilt.



Neither of us moved for a moment, enjoying the feeling of complete union. Her pleasure at being filled, and mine at being engulfed. The slightest contractions in her wet pussy could be felt by my entire hard shaft. I reveled in those mild sensations for a short while, hating for the complete penetration to be interrupted, but wanting to move against her even more.



Gently, slowly, holding my weight from her, I pulled my length from her depths, stopping when only just the head of my erection was still within her. Then, almost as slowly, hearing her moan in pleasure mixed with desire, I penetrated her again, grinding myself deep, again reveling in the feeling of the complete envelopment of my hardness. Pulling from her again, and then plunging to fill her, my strokes became more regular, her hands on my back and buttocks, pulling me into her. My strokes were rhythmic, neither fast nor slow; just steady and full, all the way out, and deeply back in.



 

Her encouragement, felt through her grasping hands, increased as her orgasm neared, and her desire for me to speed up my stroking became obvious. Each time I'd withdraw, she was pulling me back before I'd pulled out as far as I had the previous stroke. I could feel the light flutterings of her pussy beginning and heard her breaths coming in hisses between clenched teeth . . . . .



And then the full intensity of the orgasm was upon her. Her face and chest flushed red as her hands held me buried within her and her hips forced themselves up against me; the combined actions ensuring that I was buried within her as deep as was possible. I tried to maintain the stroking motion, and had some small success, and her moans of appreciation became understandable through her guttural sounds of pleasure. The orgasm had built slowly, and the peak set in deep, holding for some time before I felt her begin to relax.



I waited, still buried within her, while she relaxed and caught her breath; the bright redness of the orgasmic flush, lightening from her chest and face. When she seemed to have come back down from paradise's gates, she pulled me to her in a deep kiss of appreciation, her tongue exploring my mouth, caressing my tongue, sucking on it gently. In the middle of that kiss, I began stroking slowly once again, taking pleasure and satisfaction in the pleasure I was giving. After having had two slow building and deeply intense orgasms, her initial frustrations were dissolved, and her passion came to the forefront.



She spread her thighs wide, pulling them high, and encouraged me to stroke faster. The first truly coherent words I'd heard since we began issued forth in a groan. "Yesss," she moaned deeply. "Pound me. Pound me fast and hard. Fill me with your hard cock." Her hands were pulling me against her faster and faster, and her hips were rocking hard as I happily complied. Holding all my weight on my hands and feet, I pistoned my body above her, slamming my hips against the insides of her thighs as my cock filled and retreated, faster and harder.



Her third orgasm approached quickly, and peaked sharply. The flush was there so fast I barely noticed, and her breathing became a raspy steady groaning. Once again she tried to hold me buried deep, but the speed and intensity of our sex would not allow it. I felt her pussy clutch my hardness as I continued to pump myself in and out of her, my own orgasm beginning to build. I kept up the pace until I saw and felt her climax pass, then slowing to prolong my own.



 

Through many a previous conversation, I knew she had another desire, and I sought to fulfill it. Pulling my length from her swollen wetness, without saying a word, I rolled her over. Although not appreciating sex on all fours, Eileen liked to be taken from behind, lying on her stomach, with her hips pushed up against her partner. Remembering that, and loving the feeling of my hips slapping against full ass cheeks, I straddled her legs from behind, once again supporting my weight and guided my length between her slippery lips.



The penetration in this position was not initially as great, but there was no pretense at slow love making here either. As soon as I was buried within her, and we were comfortable with the position, I began a quick steady stroking motion that pleased us both immensely. Her pleasure at this position was immediately obvious as her groans were constant. The only motion of her hips was to push them back against me as I slammed forward against her. Our pace was quite frantic, her breathing in gasps of air full of moans of pleasure, and me almost dripping sweat from the exertion of the position. I could feel my hardness expanding within her as my climax built and grew. My thrusting gained some measure of depth, and her groans intensified. My desire to please her was overwhelmed by my own need for release and I soon felt myself contracting at the beginnings of my own orgasm.



I kept pistoning myself in and out, deep and hard, just as fast as I could while my orgasm built long and deep, providing me with ecstasy before I'd actually come. She knew I was close and I could here her moaning her desires. "Yess," she hissed in gasped breaths of air. "Fill me full. Pump your cum deep while you pound my pussy." I hardly needed the encouragement, as the moment was at hand.



My orgasm set upon me with a ferocity I'd not felt in years. It took great effort to maintain any type of motion as my balls tightened, and my cock spasmed and jets of hot cum shot into her already soaked and swollen sex. It was obvious that she could feel the warmth shooting and spreading inside her as she moaned her enjoyment of my orgasm. My climax was as deep as it was intense, lasting longer than those I'd last experienced, and almost putting me unconscious.



When at last my climax had passed, I nearly collapsed on top of her, seeing her head turned to the side, a smile wide on her face. We met in a kiss as best we could while we both regained our breath, and reveled in the warm wet sticky slickness of our combined orgasms. "That was worth waiting for," I heard her murmur through her smile. "And then some," I replied.



 

We both relaxed for a moment before the reality of having to move set it. "Drink first? Or shower first?" I asked her before I moved. "Drink," she answered surely. "You'll need the refreshment to live through what I have planned for the shower." Her voice was full of the mischief I'd grown to know and love. Regretfully pulling myself from her, surprised that I wasn't completely soft, I moved to the kitchen. Cold beers were in the fridge, and I grabbed two before returning to the bedroom.



I joined her in the bathroom where she already had the shower running, and wondered at the look on her face that said, "That was only just the beginning," and, "There's much more to come."

