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Chapter 3

Moving In (c) Copyright Heman Holher 2009

By Heman Holher

March 2009

I finally weakened to her desire that she move into my house with me. I went to her hotel room to help get her luggage and check out. She had a very large roll-on garment bag and a large document bag. She dressed in front of me modeling each detail including her white lace fronted thonged panties through which her pussy showed, a white blouse that pulled tight0Aagainst her breasts and could be buttoned or unbuttoned to different degrees of exposure and a short above the knees red tight fitting pencil skirt that moved nicely with her beautiful bottom muscles and was of light enough material that showed her silhouette.

After checking out we went to the local silver diner for a leisurely breakfast and reading of the morning papers. It wa s late in the morning and we had a large booth table where we could sit closely side by side reading the papers together. I had on a cotton shirt and shorts and she enjoyed sliding her legs against mine under the table. It was a nice cool sunny morning so we went out to the park to walk along one of its many paths and to chat some more. We walked holding hands, moving closely and putting our arms around each other, catching a quick kiss and me a quick feel of her nice breasts and she said how much she was enjoying the affection, attention and aroused feelings that had not been part of her life for a long, long time. All I could say was me too.

She knew what happened to me, but I asked what happened to her? She said that she did not realize that she was marrying someone who liked the spending his time with the guys better than a wife and they really never did consummate their relationship. On the other hand, her friend Sandy who I knew, had d rawn away from her husband when he took off after other men so she and Sandy spent time together in the buff so to speak, so she was not that innocent of the problems either; she called it experiental training for her counselor job. She said that she and Sandy went to the islands for a “man” vacation experience several times, and although it filled the moment but found out that bigger was not better. It was missing the closeness20and affection and she sometimes blamed me for showing her what deep affection and good sexual experiences meant.

We stopped walking as she first turned away, then turned toward me so I could hold and hug her while she cried and sobbed on my shoulder. I ran my hands down her back and along her smooth bottom when she poled me with her elbow saying, please no touchies and feelies right now, just holding and huggies. She said she had been waiting for years to tell me about her “problems”; she wrote them out and was going to send them; she thought of calling and telling me over the phone, but realized that it could only be done by being with me. She then guilt tripped me saying I could send her away any time I wanted to after hearing this. Her eyes were red with tears, her hair was rumpled from her running her fingers through it as she talked, and her face was drawn and pale. We held and hugged each other for a long time ..

We walked some more and she began to relax and snuggle and moved my hand to cup her breasts, turned and hugged and kissed and let me run my hand across her smooth soft almost bare bottom under her short skirt. We stopped in a secluded place and sat down aside of each other. She reached over and pushed me on my back while she stood up straddling me looking downward at my face. She pulled up her skir t and slowly wiggled her slim panty down her legs with me looking up into her reddened moistened pussy. She stepped out of her panty and with the balance of a ballet dancer squatted down placing her pussy over my mouth so I could tongue and suck on it as she moved it back and forth.

I reached up and held her bare bottom to guide her and pull myself tighter against her pussy lips while she unbuttoned her blouse letting her beautiful bounding breasts hang down. Their nipples where engorged as she slid back and let first one then the other slide over my lips. She would move back again so I could suck on her pussy, than back with the breasts. She stopped for a moment while she unzipped my shorts and slid them down so that my erection could stand up without hindrance. She moved back letting my cock enter her, then she slid forward for my tongue, then back again getting more of my cock into her while dragging her breast s across my mouth. Once in a while she would stop and while on her knees lay on my chest so we could kiss with ever deepening tongues in each others mouth while she pushed her cunt up against my erection.

As we were kissing I could feel her pulse building and her breathing deepening as she was expending much energy to reach and orgasm. Still on her knees she arched backward driving my now engorged erection into herself, bre athing deeper and deeper while she leaned back further with her cunt tightening and bursting into an orgasm. She lay forward for just a little while, then arched back again to bring herself to another one accompanied by deeper and deeper breathing.

She again lay on my chest, then aside me, then pulled me between her legs as she grabbed my erection and moved it against her pussy and its lips. She then curled her legs around me to pull me into her crying for me to plunge her deep and hard. She tilted her head back as she cried out calling for more and telling me to come and let go while she was having another orgasm. Come with me please come with me she cried. Suddenly we both came and relaxed. While she lay there, I found her panties and gently pulled them on her, and found her blouse and helped her get into that while I was still excited enough to fondle and kiss those gorgeous breasts that I20spent years seeing only in my sleep.

It was late in the afternoon when we walked back to the car. I opened the door to let her in as she reached up to kiss me affectionately. We drove to a small diner to catch an early dinner each ordering a different meal so we could swap portions with each other. We were diagonal from each other and when she leaned toward me I could see her beautiful breasts. When she caught me looking she would laugh and20say that I was the only one who ever touched them and still knew how to with great fondness.

We headed back to the house where I had planned ahead to have the cleaning people in to get it in as much shape as possible and to arrange for some flowers to be there to welcome her. We entered and the place gleamed and smelled fresh and there were flowers with some small snacks left on the table. She hugged me for the for-thought and we moved her luggage up to her room. We walked through the rest of the house and she asked who used what room in the past and could she move some of her furniture into one or the other in place of what was there now.

We went out into the yard and stepped down into what had been a rose garden. She squatted down looking at the buds letting20her red pencil skirt slide almost up to her waist while her breasts almost fell out of her blouse. She stood up and backed closely into me and moved my hands up to cup her breasts. They were hanging free but firmed up as I stroked along them out to her engorging nipples that were growing quite firm as was my cock which was beginning to slide into her backside. She could feel it beating against her with an enlarging urgency. She slid down her thong as she bent over so it could move in toward her moistening cunt which was growing wider and wider to accept it. She bent further as I grabbed her by the hips and pulled my cock into her shoving as hard as I could as fast as I could. I pulled it back and forth in short rapid strokes within her as she moaned for more and faster and she came very quickly. I continued to pound it into to her and she came again and again moaning more and more but beginning to breath heavily with exhaustion.

Soon she keeled over on the ground saying she could not take any more but after resting begged me to go at her again. I slid on top of her, pushed her legs back so her vigina pointed upward and penetrated her again pounding into her as hard as I could while she grasped my back with her fingers to hang on. She collapsed again and rolled over on her side. I helped her up, into the house and upstairs to the bedroom she was going to occupy. I lay her into the bed, undressed her and pulled the covers over her as she fell into a deep sleep. I went to my bedroom and also fell asleep not waking until early morning. I got up and went downstairs for some breakfast forgetting I had a guest in the house. I went in the study to continue my writing when she came down in a bathrobe that was bouncing open showing her naked body with the ground and grass stains on it and a big smile on her face. How about out on the lawn in broad daylight doggie style, she said?