The shelves were looking increasingly emptier, which gradually gave him the feeling of exciting – like undressing a woman.  Minutes before closing he always expects the regular customers that at the end of the day pick up their usual orders. But today there was a familiar figure walking towards the shop. He had to attend to the waiting customers and tried not to look distracted. But he was looking from under his white hat and noticed her walking through the door, as if she was to pick up something from the side shelf filled with baguettes. She looked smoking hot in her denim skirt that was perhaps too short to wear to a business meeting but long enough to put on for a stroll around the street… Her tight white T-shirt was not large enough to reveal the edge of a snow white bra – well, he thought – at least she was wearing one.

As she stepped into the store he was serving the last customer – an older man from neraby office that picked up his bread on the way home every day. He was the last customer on most days, and Pierre usually walked around to the front of the counter to hand him the bag and walk him to the door. He politely opened for him, and sent him home with a few nice words. Today he repeated the same routine, pretending he did not see anyone else in the shop. He flipped the sign on the door to read “Closed”, and shut the blinds on the door and window. It was the time when she would have said something if she was an ordinary customer. But he has already recognised her… His friend and playmate of almost two years, she has been the greatest lover he has ever had… They knew each other’s physical needs and wants, shared every bit of sexual pleasure during their weekly secret meetings. She was his friend with benefits, until one day she no longer turned up, left no message, and he only found from others that she accepted a job abroad, picked up and left on short notice. She was a free spirit, and he wished her a lot of adventure and satisfaction. His life was different, he was settled, loved and provided for his family, and only seen her as a friend… But it was still confusing, why did she not let him know…

While all these thoughts have been flying through his head, he turned around still pretending there was nobody else in. She meanwhile stood motionless in front of the shelf on the side, her back turned to him, growing angry at his ignorance. As he started clearing the bench she has picked a baguette from the shelf and walked to the counter. He was still turned with his back to her. He was surely aware she was there…

She let out a cough, which made him turned slightly around, his body still facing the other way, but he glanced at her with the corner of his eye.
“Sorry”, he said in a low voice… “I haven’t noticed…”

“Sheeesh…” she hissed leaning on the counter revealing a full cleavege he could no longer ignore. “You have recognised me, don’t deny it.” No, he could not… He turned and with his eyes locked into hers slowly stepped towards the counter. As he leaned over he slightly turned his head and continued to go forward until his lips found hers. There was no need to talk anymore, they found what they were longing for, the touch and taste of each other’s lips. They kissed slowly, exploring the once familiar territory, wondering what’s changed. Minutes went passed, and they clearly enjoyed just the fact they found each other, with memories of their intimate encounters flowing back into their minds. They did not think of much, but the pressure has been growing and they both became more and more excited, the heat arousing their need to go further. His hand have now embraced her shoulders and started to feel down her arms towards her breasts. His fingers slowly followed the collar of her T-shirt, until the back of his hand gently slipped in. He felt the soft contours under his touch, and just had to straighten his fingers to put on a bit of pressure. She felt every bit of it, starting to wriggle and grow impatient. His hands rose around her face, his head moving back, and their eyes locked in. Everything was back, they knew what was next…

Without a blink she has moved around the counter bench and pressed hard against his tensely excited body. He dropped his arms down around her hips, feeling around and under her buttocks. She closed her eyes now and let him guide her. Leaning against him for support she put her head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear: “I’m glad to be back and I brought you a present… you have to find it…”

He remained silent, but now his mind had to work on the mystery held her body and gently turned it around. It felt natural for both of them to turn back to the stainless steel bench that he just cleared, anticipating to re-enact one of their intimate encounters from years past. As she leant over the bench dropping onto her elbows he moved his hands upwards over the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt and then continued in short circular movements over her buttocks. She followed his rhythm rocking back and forth. He bent forward and caressed the back of her leg with his tongue.

As he moved his head up and lifted his eyes to catch a glimpse of her awaiting pussy he saw the present right there…! There was a small round piercing on her clit. Oh, how exciting – now his blood pressure jumped and his lips tightened the grip on her skin. His grip got tighter and the movements of his hands picked up speed. She started panting and moaning, knowing that he found the piercing and was getting closer to feel it.  She felt his lips kissing and nipping her skin, moving higher and higher. A minute later his tongue started touching the lips of her pussy now swollen and red with expectation… His lips took a nibble on the shiny circle, and gently moved it from side to side.  Then he let go and ran the tip of his tongue up her clit feeling the coldness of the metal ring. He was hard and could not wait any longer… He took his hands back unzipping his pants, while his lips kept playing with the newly found toy. By now she was close to orgasm, her moans morphed into a continuous groan which she was trying to bury into the palms of her hands. He ran his tongue up one more time, now in a sharp hard move as if the tongue was to penetrate deep inside her – but then quickly stood up, slipping on a condom within seconds and entering her hard and fast. She could have screamed with both surprise and ecstasy, but muffled the noise and simply joined his rhythm. She loved it from behind, feeling his cock entering and again drawing back as his hands were firmly placed on her buttocks.

“As if he was riding a bike”, she almost started laughing at the thought, but her brain had no room for anything else but pure pleasure, and she quickly submerged all else in the onslaught of waves of his incoming movements. She felt him all around the inside of her pussy, and withdrawing back stimulated her more on the outside… They came together – finally reaching the peak of their mutual effort. Still gasping for breath he leant gently on her back and pulled out. She turned around and lifted herself onto the bench. Without a word their lips merged and they spend what seemed an eternity just exploring each others lips. Finally she pulled her head back and their eyes met. “I loved the present”, he said. “The pleasure was mine”, she replied with a wide smile, and added “As they say – It’s a gift that keeps on giving”. She stretched her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back for a quick kiss. Then she walked away, without another word. This time he knew – she’ll be back.

“Might as well enjoy the breakfast first…”, I said to myself. Cute young girl in black apron came asking if I was ready to order. “Sure”, I said, “will have your chef’s special.”  But thoughts of how am I going to find the lady I came to meet were persisting… Well, I thought, I have a good view of the place, so need to keep watching for everyone that comes in. And if she does surely she would also be on a lookout – so I might observe that and make a move to speak to her – the rest should not be that hard… So I sat there sipping on orange juice and watching the door. To my surprise the young waitress came within about 15 minutes. Nothing happened, nobody even remotely suitable to be my match has come in… While the time for my meal to be reay seemed rather short, the plate looked nice and inviting. But as he started cutting the meat it did not feel right… and tasted even worse… it was not cooked! He half-stood up as the girl was walkimg past: “Excuse me…” She paused. “Is everything OK?” “No”, he said. “The meat is not cooked.” She nodded “I will let the chef know.” He sat back, his morning now a bit spoilt. As he looked around he saw the back door in the hallway open. It was the chef that walked straight to his table – and his jaw dropped to the floor as he realised it was the woman he was waiting for. She smiled realising her plot has worked. “I know,” she said, gently taking hold of his forearm. Touch of her hand sent shivers of anticipation through his body… “Please come with me, we will do something about your breakfast.” He was still in shock, as she pulled slightly and he lifted his body off the chair. As he was picking up his helmet his eyes travelled from the floor upwards over her body, admiring the curves behind a black apron on top of a knitted short black dress. For a few seconds she stood still as if deciding what will happen next.  Finally, with a half step back and a slight bow she waved her hand towards the hallway. She grabbed the plate off the table and turned around walking back towards the kitchen. He followed her, instinctively trusting her plans. Down the hallway she turned to a small narrow door with the  word “Pantry” stenciled at the top centre in black paint.  As the door slammed behind them, she slipped a folding metal chair under the handle. “We have 20 minutes before they start looking for me.”, she whispered. They now stood in the narrow passage way facing each other. It was nearly dark, only small window at the top of the wall was letting in a bit of light. It was shaded by a large branch of the oak tree which was right behind the glass. Without a word their faces slowly moved closer, the eyes linked by a hypnotising stare. Hundreds of heartbeats have passed before their lips touched. Their minds instinctively ordered their eyes shut, as the senses of taste and touch rushed in with so much new information. Her lips were dry, nervous, but curious and moved along his lips as two little kittens that suddenly found a new toy to play with. He explored the curves of her body as both his hands moved up the sides of her hips. Her little black dress felt very soft and thin, the warmth of her firm body seeping out into his palms through the knitted pattern. His fingers felt in and out of the little openings, poking in, stretching, and pulling out again, moving upwards and gently stroking her skin underneath. She enjoyed it – her body wriggled as his fingers suddenly touched the bottom contour of her breast. He realised they were leaning on  a narrow bench backed by ceiling-high shelves filled with boxes and tins.  He felt the edge of the bench top and gently lifted her up onto it.  She moved her arm up, in one motion taking the apron off over hear head. He could now feel the pressure of her legs as they opened up and tightened the grip around his hips. With both hands he clasped the bottom hem of her dress and started lifting it up…  She lifted her body as if to approve of his move, and let him drag it over her head. Few locks of her black hair have fallen over her forehead and she instinctively threw her head back. He now realised the dress was the last piece of clothing she was wearing. A glorious Venus from a beautiful reneissance painting was his first thought. He admired her full firm breasts as his head moved up and down and his half-open mouth explored the surface of her skin. She did not mind, quickly unzipping the zip under his neck and then lifting up his shirt all the way over his head. Their bodies pressed against each other, the feeling of naked skin electrifying them both for a moment. She moved downwards, almost leaning down over him as she slid both her palms under the back of his shorts and pushed them down. She turned her head, resting on his shoulder and whispered into his ear “We don’t have much time.” He understood the urgency, excited even more by the whif of her hot breath in his ear. With  small step back he dropped the lycras to his ankles. “WOW! Where did that come from?!?”, he thought as he felt her hands slide a condom onto his penis. She must have had this very well planned! He stepped up to her again, sliding his hands under her and lifting her slightly off the bench. His penis lingered and pressed against her, as she wriggled around stimulating her clit as much as she could before his hands let her drop and her own weigth thrust him inside her… The sudden sensation of unity for both of them sped up their breathing, and in synchronised moves they kept thrusting against each other. He was lifting her up as she continued to pull herself down onto him, her weight making it more and more intense… Just a few minutes later they both found their peak, as he came he gave the final thrust and stopped, feeling her slump onto him as she gasped for air. Her head resting on the side on top of his shoulder she whispered ‘thanks’ touching his ear with her lips. He turned his head and pressed his lips on hers. That taste again invoked a different feeling, the passion subsided and gave way to deep satisfaction he rarely felt after such a short encounter. Her lips felt around his face and he whispered a few nice unimportant things while placing her back onto the bench. Palms of their hands were sliding down each others arms until their fingers locked and they looked each other in the eye.  A lot was said in that look, they thanked each other and said good bye, so no spoken words were needed, and they quickly picked up their clothes. Within a minute they were ready to walk out the door.  Without a word she opened the door and grabbed his hand to lead him out. She lead him the opposite way past a door to the kitchen – he could hear voices giving out short sharp bits of information, and familiar clinking of kitchen tools.  She unlocked a small door at the end of the hallway, and swung it open, – it lead to a narrow laneway running alongside high colourbond fences on both sides.  She pressed her body onto him pushing him onto the back of the door, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Here,” she said, placing a piece of paper into his hand, “take our menu, next time you can order before coming to avoid the wait.” He saw a mobile number scribbled at the top. “Keep it safe,” she added noticing his quick glance, “just text me before your next ride. I work most weekends. Now, walk around that way,” she waved to the left, “and you’ll get to the front of the cafe.” She gently pushed him, and the door closed behind him. Hopping on the bike he headed back with memories of one of the best breakfasts he had for a while, at the same time planning a full-on training program with rides on most weekends…

Besides – this weekend there was purpose to the exercise. For a while I was hoping to meet a mysterious lady which I exchanged a few emails with on an adult website. She had same needs as me and could not get much satisfaction at home, so we set out a challenge – I had to find which winery she was going to be at by using the clues she gave me. It would then be her job to seduce me and get what she wanted – but I was not to know how. So I saddled up and set out on the journey just after 7. Just got a shot of my healthy drink, expecting breakfast on the way…

The skies were clear, and I felt absolutely great physically, ready for the action, which lately was absent in the mornings. I passed a few small wineries that I knew do not have a lot of opening hours, aiming to find some that had their own cafe and might serve some food. There was of course, the clue: “There is food to enjoy under the mighty oak, and once you ate the meat give the bone to the dog.” My research showed one winery that had a label named “Green Oak”, but that was a weak lead, as many others would have had great oak trees planted in the grounds. Nevertheless I headed to that winery first, which was one of the first I would pass when entering the wine country. But the sign disappointed from the distance, announcing the opening time of 10AM – enough for the city slickers to drive comfortably to it after breakfast, but certainly not for me to meet the hot chick… So without having much clue which one to take to next I have just kept riding along towards the larger wineries. Passing the next winery, which was also closed I realised how difficult this could be when I saw two large oak tress gracing the entrance. The next winery was one of the biggest ones in the region – I could see the open cellar door and their cafe already serving breakfast. The landscaping was interesting, with a circular drive surrounding a large flowerbed with some kind of ornamental bush in the centre. The verandah running along the front of the building was covered in vine providing nice shade, but…no oak tree in sight. I parked my bicycle near the entrance and peeked in – just in case, but clearly this was not the place. “No time to waste”, I thought, hopping back onto the bike. It was only some 10 minutes to the town, now I saw the unfolding hunt for my destination taking quite an effort. The town was already getting busy with tourists driving to the wineries, and locals going about doing their shopping. I was set to ride through to explore wineries on the other side of town, when the sign on local cafe caught my eye – “Bird Nest Cafe”.  The small building had a narrow shopfront with an angled roof, behind which I could see the greenery of a large tree. I rode closer, and seeing it indeed was an oak I locked the bike on a parking sign and walked in. Through the double glass door I walked to a small cafe with a counter on one side,few tables on the other, and another large open door to the courtyard at the back, which was shaded by a large oak tree towering over the building. Now I was almost certain this was the place I was supposed to find. Cheeky – let’s see about the meat – what’s on the menu? The place was almost full, but not too busy – all guests were already looked after, and the girl behind the counter was looking at me expecting an order… Now I realised I needed a good breakfast already! “What do you suggest for breakfast?”, I asked. She pointed to the blackboard on the wall, saying “We have the classic Bacon and Eggs, or you can have our organic lamb burger.” I glanced on the list with the thought of my clue – I need to order something with a bone in it! Wow – there was “Rack of Lamb with Almond and Bernaise Sauce”, so that is what I asked for.  “Would you like a drink while you wait for it?”, the girl asked, butdid not wait for an answer, pointing to the courtyard – “Take a seat, and I will bring it to you.”

“Can I have a glass of orange juice, please,” I asked stepping towards the counter. I grabbed the glass and and walked towards an empty table outside.

Was this the place? Will she turn up? What is going to happen..?? Keep guessing until I find some time to finish writing the story, or perhaps give me some ideas

“It should be fun” – my inner voice was at it again, but it didn’t matter, since I was almost pulling up into the driveway recognising their car already there.

Susan let me in, she was dressed in comfortable cotton T-shirt hugging her lean muscular body and a short denim skirt. Knowing her age did not help as I immediately thought she looks 10 years younger. They were just preparing a meal in the kitchen, so Paul poured me some wine and I joined in. There was no mention of anything sexual, we just spoke about common interests and a got onto the Olympic bandwagon. Naturally, everyone had an opinion on sport funding and could we get more medals if more taxpayers dollars were spend on the athletes… We were all relaxed and just enjoyed chopping vegies for the salad. We seamlessly changed from preparation to eating the food, just continuing the talk. As each of us was moving around the island bench we changed chairs a few times. The food was almost gone and we were on our second glass of wine, when I found myself on the opposite side watching Paul feeding Susan a carrot stick covered in salmon dip – grabbing it with her lips she stuck her tongue in between his fingers and paused in for a second or two. She was sitting tight next to him and I saw her turning towards him. She winked at me and said “We often get a bit naughty after good food…” She has turned to Paul and slipped her left hand down the back of his pants. His shirt was tucked in and I saw her pulling it up and letting it go over. Paul has looked down and ran his hand up from her knee, stopping just at the hem of her skirt and gripping it with two fingers. He started flipping it up and down as if he was thinking what do to… I took a sip of wine:”Don’t let me hold you up, have some fun!” Susan put her hands around Paul and started lifting his shirt. With her head turned towards me just when his head was covered with the shirt she whispered “Maybe you can join us in a minute…” Funny – when she opened the door I could just jump on her, but now I felt more like letting her have a go at it with him and watch. I leaned forward, letting out a slow “yes” with my eyes firmly locked onto hers. She threw Paul’s shirt on the floor behind her and moved onto him half standing half sitting. I saw his hand was already placed deep under her skirt – of course I imagined she was not wearing anything under it. She was rubbing her chest against his arm and pressed on to force him to stand up. By now he has worked her up and she was moaning – it was a low demanding noise, and a look on her face with her eyes closed was very revealing – there was only one thing she wanted…! Paul took his hand from under her skirt and slowly turned her around, placing both his hands around her under her buttocks he lifted her onto the bench. They were now really heated up and I scrambled to move everything out of their way. Suddenly I saw her back being revealed as his hands were pulling the bright yellow T-shirt up. My thoughts were still not in the direction of joining in, I just enjoyed watching them getting their gear off. As he was lifting her she has undone his pants and dropped them on the floor. I saw him suddenly standing up higher, he must have found a way to enter her now, and she was rhytmically moving up and down, obviously being happy with this position. She had her arms wrapped around him, she was leaning forward slightly, burying his face in the embrace of her breasts. She was moving faster and he seemed to have worked harder on it as well. I heard him groan a few times, trying to reach in and thrust her onto himself pulling her with fingers of his hands crossed on her back. At that moment her right arm arched back and she threw something over her shoulder. I instinctively reached to catch it – it was a condom! He saw it and gasped “We’re almost there, you can join in!” I sat for a few seconds not sure which way to move. She yelled out “Get your gear off!” That could have been only directed at me! Rushing not to lose any time I hurriedly moved around the bench while losing my clothes and ripping the condom packet open. I was right behind Paul when I saw him slumping down catching his breath… I looked down quickly to slip on the condom when I felt Susan’s fingers helping me. She was off the bench now and grabbing onto the base of my penis pushing me back. It was only a step back to the sofa and I suddenly found myself on the back with her riding me deep into herself. She leaned forward and moaned “Right there, keep going hard!” Trying to synchronise our rhythms I thrust up and let her push down in return. I could feel her firm grip squeezing my penis all the way down. She had some muscles down there..! At the same time it felt natural for me to grab her breasts and hold on rubbing them which obviously made her even more sensitive. It would not have been more than five minutes but felt a lot longer until she came. I felt her hands which were firmly planted on the front of my arms shaking – she was losing control and I had to support her weight. “Aaagggh…” – she let out a few subdued screams and slowed down her thrusts, slowly slumping down onto me… She was still moaning as I gently lifted her by one leg turning her on the side. She realised I was not done yet, and felt the chance to have another go. I moved by hand down to feel her clit swallen and wet. My penis was still in and I pressed it gently deeper while massaging her clitoris and watching her come back to life. “You can have another go”, I whispered. Only then I noticed Paul as he moved off the floor. “I’ll help”, he said and moved up to plant a long kiss on her lips. I saw him putting his hands on her breasts and concentrated on my job. Susan was on her side and I grabbed the back of her leg with both hands moving it up and down giving better thrust as I was feeling inside her now leaning on with my right leg bent at the knee between her legs. It worked perfectly with her experiencing the second orgasm just as I got my high and felt the sensation of filling up the condom. She knew as well and I felt her hand helping me grab the condom at the base to pull out. All of us were breathing heavily after such workout. I saw Paul handing me a towel and I gladly took it. He helped Susan up and they walked off – I heard a shower and cleaned my mess, wrapping towel around my waist. Susan came out in a bathrobe. She planted a nice sweet kiss on my lips and whispered “You were a great help! I have not come twice for years!” Then she turned around and started cleaning the table just as Paul came in and said “We left the shower running for you”

My head was still spinning in the shower. I had great sex, and think both of them did as well, but would this be it, or would they be happy to repeat it? It only took me a few minutes to get back, but Paul and Susan were already dressed and the kitchen table was cleaned. Paul handed me a glass of orange juice, and I saw some chocolate on the table. “Have some dessert”, Susan said casually. “We had a great time. How about you?” I said “Why would I complain? It was great. I’m happy to join you two any time!” Just to make sure I added “Just let me know…”, while looking at Paul. He saw my hesitation and assured me “Hey, you know I don’t have a problem. We had a great time! Maybe – well,… if you drive past next week and we all feel like it” We both turned to Susan. Her face was relaxed as she said “Yeah… We’ll be in the mood again! We’ll definitely will let you know.” To me the idea that of regular encounter was just great! I can help her achieve her orgasm while keeping my sanity and not imposing problems on my family and relationship to my wife. All I felt was physical satisfaction, and relief that this will work for all of us. We continued with a casual conversation for few minutes before I let myself out and drove off. It surely was a happy trip..!

“Oh well,” she said, “jobs are not that exciting for accountants, you know…”

“Is there anything else exciting happening then..?” – I knew this was not fair, as I immediately thought about the great sex we had in her office before she left the previous job, but I could not help it. She looked back leaning forward, her curly strsaks partly covering her eyes, and slowly said: “No, not really…” She sounded down, and I pulled the chair from next table to sit down.

We both paused looking at each other thinking the same thing. She broke the silence: “See… My husband was meant to meet me here for dinner, but I ended up eating alone, he’s had an emergency at work…same old story… and now I’m about to head off…”

“I know the feeling”, I added. “Anyway, if you want a lift…Maybe we can have some fun…again…” Her smile was faint, but I saw her face lit up, and my heart started racing at the thought of being with her again. She moved forward, pushing her knee against my leg: “That would be great – but I’ll go first and walk down towards the car park entry, don’t want to be seen with anyone. Just pick me up along the way…”

I nodded. An electric current was still circulating through my body from the point where her leg touched me. As she stood up and walked away I followed the contours of her athletic body with my eyes. She has been a great swimmer, not competing anymore but still training hard and working as a coach. I was not even trying to imagine what the night will bring…

The night outside was warm, storm clouds hiding the moon and stars, I quickly opened the back of the van and unpacked the bag of thick blankets I always had stored in there. Lucky I cleaned the floor just a few days before… Now I just jumped in and drove towards the entrance. As she was strolling down from the bright entrance of the club the small curls of her hair looked like being wet in the shine of the neon sign. I smiled at the thought of her hair being wet just because she loves the water so much… I stopped right beside her and she quietly hopped in.

I drove out of the car park and around the block just to enter again from the other side. Rachel turned to me with a puzzled look. I swerved and quickly reversed the van into a corner at the end of the row. “Come – this will be good”, I said, leaning over and gently squeezing her forearm. It was tight on the side, and as I went around I had to push past her – we felt each other and the tension peaked. She grabbed both my hands and pushed me back onto the van. With our faces touching we both breathed fast with excitement. Interrupted by bright flash of lightning she lost the grip. I took her hands in return and said “Just hop in..!” It was not the urgency in my voice, but the mighty sound of thunder close by that made her push past as I quickly opened the door. Escaping heavy downpour of water I closed the door behind me.

Listening to the rain drumming on the roof we found ourselves kneeling on the floor of the van. Rachel leaned towards me and put her head on my shoulder, whispering “I can never forget the last time we done it in my office”.

“Neither can I”, I whispered, moving closer, breathing slowly into her ear. My lips touched her ear and she shuddered. As if another flash of lightning was a signal we both started frantically grabbing and removing each other’s clothing. More lightning and thunder outside added to our excitement, and within seconds we found ourselves on the floor of the van in a tangled mess of body parts. I was down on my back looking at Rachel leaning over me, she was turned to the left, and I can see the contours of her muscular back against the backdrop of the window. “She’s in great shape”, I thought. I reached up to embrace her from the side, but she leaned down and I felt her breasts pressing down onto my stomach. As her lips touched the top of my penis it was like a gigantic shot of adrenalin burst into my veins. She worked me up by going strongly and persistently, while moving backwards over me so I could reach her, too. In a frantic few minutes of trying to pleasure each other we lost track of everything around us. She stopped suddenly and moved down on me, whispering “I hear some voices”. Our excitement changed. “Just stay still”, I whispered to her ear, pulling her closer. She pressed me down almost under the seats, pushing her hand down my side. I managed to pull the blanket over her white body. Someone opened the car next to us. “Damn”, I thought, “I forgot to lock”, feeling down over the floor for the keys, while Rachel was now moving both hands down squeezing my bum and pressing herself harder and harder onto me. “Wait”, I tried to reason quietly. An engine started outside, and we heard the car moving. I found the keys and pressed the button to hear the click of locks. By then Rachel turned over and was now on top of me, starting to ride me hard. I did not want to enter her yet, but she seemed unstoppable. I let go of the keys and started feeling around the floor for my pants – there was a condom in the pocket, and I needed to get it NOW. Finally I pulled out the packet and passed it onto her. Still moving back and forth stimulating herself on top of me she opened it. With my hands free I was now trying to stimulate her breasts, her body felt like working through a demanding exercise, she seemed to be enjoying every moment. I love sex like that – very physical, like training to improve from one time to the next. She moved back a bit more and quickly put the condom on me. She lent forward on my chest. Suddenly I felt her lips on mine – hot and heavy. We kissed with our mouths half open, nibbling on each other’s lips, while she lift her bum and I felt her trying to grab my penis by dragging herself backward on me. She got me in just the second time around – surprisingly the condom was holding really well. She straightened back and rode me deep into her. She had stamina, and great skill in making me drive myself up at the same time as she was coming down. “What a great teamwork”, I thought as my brain was working out if I am reaching the edge of pain or pleasure. I moved up grabbing her behind the back and hanging on, as I was reaching my peak. She was still going, still quiet, but I saw she’s biting her lips to not let out a noise. Her eyes were closed and I saw the expression on her face showing that she must have felt me come into her. Stupid thought came from nowhere: “What if someone now parks next to us?” Dismissed… who cares. I just focused on Rachel now reaching her orgasm, she let out a suppressed moan and slowed down, just as a big engine just slowly rolling to a stop.

I dropped back on the floor and pulled her gently. She now laid next to me in a quiet embrace. We kissed one more time slowly, enjoying just the taste, with no attempt to excite the other. The rain has stopped, and everything felt quiet. My brain was void of any thoughts, making sure nothing pushes out the remaining scent of pleasure …

Anyway, I’m thinking to join a basketball team again, just a social team. Not much of a chance to find a sex buddy there, as not many women come, but I need to get out to see more of the world where opportunities can be seen. And if a sex buddy comes along that would be a bonus!

This morning my thoughts were about the pretentious nature of the human race. I thought how instincts prevailed among the cave men, everything was clear and straightforward, but now “social norms” get in the way. There was no need to go around in circles if a man wanted food – they got it from where they saw it. If they needed to satisfy another urge they made their intentions clear. As for me I need a sex buddy and cannot even ask a woman – even displaying the intention would be “sexual harassment”! But I have noticed recently that a few friends and acquaintances have been looking at me in a different way… Maybe women sense the need?!? Many might have the same problem. Their needs are not being met, and they are putting their availability on display. It is summer and seeing their bodies in revealing garments moaning for satisfaction is like torture to my mind!

Yes, people are a bit pretentious these days. We are human, after all. Animals have instincts, they have needs and satisfy them. We create needs, lot of them unreal, creations of our own imagination or of the expectations of others. It is “money”, or “financial needs”, a “status”, a certain job… Basic things like food are more and more taken for granted in developed countries. But we need basic things to make us happy…!

Anyway, there are good reasons for much of this, I suppose. We cannot allow the right of the stronger to prevail, our justice needs to be fairer than that. We do not allow people to take other people’s food just because they feel like eating, we cannot tolerate a person who does not have a car to take a car that another person has in their garage, even though it might not be used at all… But I am going in a wrong direction with this – of course I should stick to the topic. We do not tolerate people who have sexual needs to demonstrate those to others, even though it might be perfectly legitimate and above board. I am not defending any illegal “needs” such as paedophilia. Just thinking why cannot I be more open about what I am asking for..? Why not be “out there” to meet a match? My sex buddy might be passing me by every day! My sex life has been on the rocks for years, and I am not doing much about it… At the same time there must be women in the same situation, they cry for attention in the same area, but the society’s expectations get in the way. We cannot just “go for it” when we see a horny young female displaying her brilliant child-bearing facilities to all the world in hot summer weather, can we? Well, I say no more, this needs to be done. I’m setting out to change the way things work and be open with those that seem to be asking for it – you know, girls with big open cleavage, miniskirts, tight T-shirt with no bra… all this drives me mad in summer!!!

So right there and then I decided to take up the challenge of revealing my sexual needs to those that display themselves as a match. It was the time of having a short break for a cup of coffee, and I was just coming to a little cafe on the side of the road only few kilometres from home. It is a great spot, close to the busy road, yet somewhat tranquil with rustic features that calm down the mind… After a few minutes I can still comfortably ride back and “cool down” at the same time. A couple of people have already occupied the chairs on a lazy Sunday morning – there was a couple with two kids, most likely travelling, a grey-haired man with an old lady, perhaps he’s just taking her home from church, and I could not help not noticing a woman in a summer dress as she glanced at me when I pulled in. While the others hardly registered me, I think she’s discreetly checked me out as I was locking the bike onto the post. Well, this is my time to put my decision into practice, I’m going to be straight this time… I went in to order and my head was buzzing with excitement and ideas. What do I do? Maybe just be like any other time, and after 5 minutes I’ll be riding off as usual. My cappuccino was ready and it felt like it weighed a tonne as I was carrying it out the door ever so carefully. There was no other way – I stepped right in the direction of her table. Now I noticed her curvaceous figure half stretched on the chair, with her left leg pointing straight down to the base of the round cafe table, while the right one was slightly bent under the side of the chair. She wore a light summer dress with bright-coloured pattern, her short hair forming tiny curls at the back of her neck. She had a nice figure, not toned or athletic, but still round and firm. I knew there was enough energy under those curves to give me a wild ride, but so far I was playing the society’s polite game. The chair was on the other side so I had to go all the way around the table, slightly hesitating half-way there: “Is this seat taken?” She pretended to only just notice me now: “Please – feel free” Her words were almost carefully chosen – just the right ones to incite the atmosphere of being free and feeling our way through the moment… While putting my cup down and sitting I stretched my leg to brush against hers. “Sorry”, I muttered while putting my weight down into the seat. “Nothing to be sorry for”, she said, smiling and looking inquisitively on my stretched leg. I realised we are sitting exactly in the same way – one leg stretched with the other bent under the side of the seat. “Your legs look good as well” – she looked back with an expression of shock and amazement… Leaning back I just smiled looking her into the eyes.

“What do you mean?”, she asked, not willing to take the first hit.

“Well, I’ve just had a good ride, and spent the time thinking about how it would be if we always spoke our mind.” I paused to grab the coffee. It was heavy again as I started to be a bit nervous, but I had to keep going.

“Most people never express themselves in a plain straight words, they disguise their thoughts behind what is acceptable to others. In other words, I only just came to realise that maybe my life would be different if I just spoke my mind.”, I continued, raising my coffee cup as to hide behind it.

“When I say I find you hot sitting there this morning, perhaps wondering what excitement will the day bring, and suggesting that there are ways to get each other excited, would you be offended?”

Now she blushed and blurted shortly “It depends what excitement you have in mind.”

I lent forward, moving my stretched leg to touch onto hers. “You know what excites you, and I know what excites me, but we would not normally tell each other, except today – today is not an ordinary day. For me today is the day when I speak my mind.” She did not move, and did not react to my touch. Did I expect a reaction? Perhaps, but she was not resisting either. I moved my left hand forward onto her shin, back of my fingers stroking the smooth skin upwards. Seems she waxed recently, but there was faint resistance of tiny hairs, which I thought excited us both. I said “If I move my hand up further and further you would get a feeling of pleasure and expectation. It would be something that would start my hormones brewing as well, and we might both want to continue searching for ways to pleasure each other.” With that I slowly started moving my hand up past her knee. She sat silently seeking an answer by looking straight into my eyes. I stopped and slightly squeezed her leg: “Would you like me to go up?” She nodded, putting her hand briefly onto mine and pushing it upwards. I kept the movement, but we both lent back – it must have occurred to both of us that our positions could attract some attention. Now we both sat upright and looked like “just sitting there” – unless one could notice my left hand not being on the table where the right hand was still squeezing the cappuccino. As I reached the top of her thigh and felt the joint of her torso not finding any fabric, moving up smooth soft skin all the way… She was not wearing any underwear! I was already hard, but as nature took over throbbing streams of blood were surging into my penis, which was getting hard to conceit in my tight bike shorts. It was easier to control myself by moving up and away from the wet spot that I now so much desired to enter.

I moved the hand down – again slowly, stroking gently past her pussy, but not touching it, and turning down to the bottom of her thigh. She enjoyed the tease. “It is the day of truth, so I must say that I am ready for more”, she whispered. I had to try control my breathing before answering. “Less is sometimes more, and the day has just started…” I moved back completely. She was ready to jump, but I caught her hand: “I need to get going.” Her eyes squinted at me “What do you want?” Now I realised that the family previously sitting at the other end was gone, but to the two old people at the next table we might have been looking as a couple having an argument. I straightened up my back and looked softly into her eyes. “Let’s take a walk, I’ll show you a nice place around here.”

It’s amazing how one can find such a solace in the nature. We often feel bound and restricted inside our built environment and even inside our bodies. Sometimes when we get out into the nature we find a complete release, letting go of everything, closing our eyes and enjoying just being who we are. We had an amazing time, seeking and finding pleasure in each other’s body. It was like a dream, from which we could wake up. Refreshed, satisfied, and ready for a new day – it was time for us to go home to our families, and share with them some of our newly found energy and joy. This ride was a great start to the day!

Hey, it’s summer, despite all the life’s predicaments let’s just have some plain old fun… We are still all hypocritical to some degree, and perhaps sometime, just sometime we could change that and be ourselves, who we really are. So – try to tell what you really think. Do what you really want. Show your true colours even if it’s the dominant grey. Visit the nudist beach..! And let me know when you did

My effort goes back to the online adult dating site. Oh my God, am I this desperate? Well, yes, I have to admit. So I search for suitable ladies – age, preferences, location,.. How do I expect this to work? Well, I really don’t know, so let’s just see. Firstly men outnumber women about 5 or 6 times on average for these sites. This perhaps proves that sexual needs of men are less easy to satisfy, although they outnumber ladies on most other websites, including fishing, off-road camping, deer hunting, hot rod building, … to name just a few. So any man like myself would need to be extremely lucky to find a match. And the most likely match would be an unfulfilled unsatisfied wife who cannot talk her husband out of going to bed early to get up at 4AM to go fishing most days! Or so was I thinking… But to my surprise I found an interest from a couple that wanted “help” in the bedroom!

Let’s think about it – what “help” would that be? Well, I simply asked the question. The reply was also simple – she enjoys it more than average, in fact so much more that it’s better to have another man on hand (literally My idea of ‘something exciting is meant to happen soon’ could be materialising here, I thought… We arranged to meet for coffee next day after work. When I walked towards the cafe I couldn’t help trying to pick who was there waiting for me. The arrangement was that she’ll wear red and he will be reading a newspaper, so there was no second-guessing whom I should look for. They looked like a very neat and smart professional couple, and to me the first impression is important. I pulled out a chair and we introduced ourselves, spoke about their work and general interests… it was important to break the ice and be comfortable together, we did get along really well. Soon enough we changed the topic to our common interest. While they asked the question, I was also interested how much experience they had, and to my amazement they were also just testing the waters. “Well, we have not really done it yet with another person”, she quipped. I noticed a side-look from him, as in to say “don’t give us away as novices”. But I decided to diffuse the atmosphere with a muffled laugh – and they both followed. I said “There is a first time for everything”, and told them about my first time which again relaxed us all. But it was time to go, and again an awkward one – where to go from here? I thought I’d cut through the chase. “Look, you will need to talk about it, and obviously you are together, and I’m on my own. Make the call, and if you do, we’ll make it fun, meet for a drink and decide where to go from there… What do you think?” We were all happy with that, and parted on great terms, actually looking forward to meet again, which I’ll be telling you more about in the next story entitled “First time with a couple”.

“Hmmm… I thought you wanted just an introduction at the first meeting.”

“This is a great way to know you”, she replied, and eased the pressure, while starting to slowly move her hand up and down. I responded by flexing the muscles, lifting myself slightly off the chair and showing some strength. “I won’t need to know your name, will I?”, she asked. I stared at her, wondering… “You’re taken, but I’m happy to share”, she added. Her hand was moving faster, I pressed my butt firmly on the chair. She’s tried to read me – we stare at each other as two seasoned poker players preparing for the last move. She stopped, and looked down, twisting two fingers around the head of my penis. How clever – finding the boundary between pleasure and pain! In a few seconds she let go, her hand slipping back out. She grabbed her bag: “I won’t be long!”, and before I could move she was walking towards the toilet.

The battle in my head was on! My brain has two sides, just like any man’s brain. It’s not the left and right side, it is the bad side and the worse side… Did she want me to follow her?!?! Should I??? There was a faint voice at the back of my head quietly suggesting to run away, but the chorus of loud ideas at the front prevailed. “She’s good”, I thought, thinking back through the last ten minutes. The place wasn’t busy, waitress from the counter saw me alone and approached, asking “Anything else?” I downed the last bit of juice and handed her the glass. “No, thank you”, my hand fell back onto the paper. The waitress turned back to the front counter, seeing a customer step in.

My erection subsided, and I felt the weight of the fabric of my pants coming down on the wet tip of my penis. “That was close”, I thought, “how embarrassing would it be to walk out with a big wet patch on the front of my pants!”

“You’re getting some other attention?” She was back, slipping again onto the chair in front of me. “Nice wide smile”, I thought. Blood was rushing back below my waist, as an army in panic seeing the enemy reform after a seeming defeat. “You could have finished it”, I quipped in a suppressed voice. “Well…you did not want me to, really, did you?”, she looked straight back into my eyes. She was right, of course, my quick glance agreeing with her.

“Your turn”, she said plainly. Her spread legs under the table were pressing from outside onto both my knees. I had no glass to play with anymore, so my left hand naturally slipped under the table. “But I’m right-handed”, I smiled at her expecting look while sliding my palm up over her right knee. “That means you’ll do a better job next time”, she smiled back. “What more can you expect from the first meeting?”, I thought, feeling her skin higher and higher as I watched her taking in the pleasure with her eyes closed…

Next day when I checked into the website I found a message – from the prospective sex buddy on the adult dating site! She was the one I was curious about – a fit and sporty-looking girl, but a few years older than me. Heck – am I going to be choosy? Twenty years ago I thought people over 40 are as good as dead, and now I’m one of them. Her message was short but smart: “Why don’t we meet face to face, see if you can keep the pace?” So I said “Love, if we race I will let you come in first place” Of course a big LOL came back and she asked what about a coffee tomorrow… It was not the best, as it was the Ride To Work day, me in my cycling gear… Not that I don;t look good – best leg muscles you’ve seen for a while, but it’s the inconvenience of not being able to hide anything, if you know what I mean. Still, “slam the iron while it’s hot” I thought, let’s not delay this. So we made time after work in Simone’s, a little cafe on my way home. It’s near entrance to a busy shopping centre, but is long and narrow, with tables alongside and around the back, while the bar is in the front. It is a bit darker at the back – while you see from inside out passers-by can hardly see in from the outside. She agreed on time, and I gave her my mobile to ring when she gets in.

After the morning Ride To Work with breakfast in front of the offices in our riding gear with the bosses (mostly in suits, but a few on shiny new bikes, too) it was a rather distracted day in the office – I could not help thinking of how to handle the meeting with my anonymous new buddy. Finally it was time to get changed and hop onto my bike again – I wanted to get there a bit earlier and wait for her rather it to be the other way… Also, in case I had to wait for a suitable table to be vacated – I know I wanted the one in the back corner. My wish was granted – as I entered Simone’s the back table was free. In fact there were only few people in the back, the weather was beautiful and everyone tried to find space in the front to enjoy the later afternoon sun. So I placed my bag on the table I wanted and went to the front to get a drink – just a glass of orange juice, coffee can really drag down performance…! But why was I thinking that, I have not even seen this person before, what am I expecting?!? I had almost 10 minutes to kill. Before placing the bag under the table I pulled out the newspaper – I needed a broadsheet, not only to provide cover, but also to read while waiting. The table was in the back positioned against the wall, and I sat in the corner to make sure I see everyone who comes past the bar from the front. While waiting and looking at everyone that went past the shopfront I got into flipping through pages, reading bits of articles, and finding few interesting pieces – as much as I had to “wake up” to my phone ringing inside my bag! Shit! – that is the ring from her…! “Don’t answer it”, she was standing above me already, with a cup of coffee in her hand. Just as she pulled the other hand out of her handbag the ring stopped. “I got you on speed dial now, so it’s just a matter of pressing the right button!” Phew – am I getting uncomfortable with the control she’s showing here? But I was not really concerned, as her looks were just as I was hoping for – same height as me, a slim toned body showing through a light flower-patterned summer dress, short blond hair fitting her tanned face really well… “Aren’t you going to offer me a seat?” “Well…” – I’m scrambling to fold up the rustling paper, “…you got me stunned with that look for a moment!” She let out a short suppressed laugh: “Get off it”, but obviously she liked the compliment. As she was taking the seat I saw her bend sideways to look at my legs under the table. She put her coffee down: “You’re not so bad yourself – maybe except the face” She laughed again “Just kidding” and I returned “Well, everyone loves the legs. I tried to build a few muscles over the face, too, but it didn’t work.” She smiled again.

It was a great intro, but as it seemed we both had not had the guts to reveal our names. Was I going to wait until an intimate moment? You bet! She’s not getting things like that for nothing. We took a few topics out of the paper to talk about, as it was there open and covering almost the whole table – the upcoming election, who’s gonna win, what does it matter, stuff like that… She was witty and intelligent, we got on so well, sipping juice and coffee, looking like we’re talking politics here… Then I ticked – have I forgotten what I’m here for?!? My brain is taking over my penis?!? No way! So as I was flipping the page over I moved the paper to the side to overhang the edge of the table, and then pushed my leg forward to touch her knee. She noticed, but we kept talking. Still, there was no response. I pressed lightly again, and she lifted her eyes to look into mine. “I don’t do much at the first meeting”, she said, “but I like you, and we should definitely meet again.” Well, I thought, what is there to lose? My leg went forward another notch, now rubbing the side of her thigh. She looked at me again, curiously, and I said “You might just want to have a feel of what to expect.” She did not hesitate and slid her right arm under the table, with the left arm still placed across the newspaper on the table. It was starting to get hot for both of us, and the summer has only just started…!