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                                   CHAPTER 7

       Saturday.  I actually had a business meeting this morning.  How
       in heaven's name would I concentrate on business, knowing that
       she would be waiting back at the hotel room for me?  The thought
       ran through my mind as I drove the rental car across the
       Minnesota River bridge on I35, heading for suburban Burnsville.

       I visited Ted at his home, and we spent the required time going
       over what business we had to do with each other.  At least, I
       think we did -- my mind was not there at the time....

       My mind was already back at the Sofitel Hotel, in that room with
       Toni, in that bed with Toni.

       When I returned to the room, she was dressed and waiting.  A deep
       and passionate kiss, broken off before we lost control again.
       "I've got to go back to the apartment and pick up some more
       things; I packed in such a hurry last night that all I really
       brought was jewelry and things -- I feel like an idiot!", she
       said.

       So, we went back to her place, and I waited in the car while she
       put together the clothing she'd need for today and Sunday.  Out
       she came, bag in hand, now dressed casually.  I had bought
       tickets to hear the St.Paul Chamber Orchestra this evening, just
       as a surprise for her.  Actually, I was looking forward to
       hearing them.  I had bought the tickets before ever leaving for
       Minneapolis, on the hope that she'd be willing to go with me,
       never dreaming that we would have just spent the entire night
       fucking our brains out.

       And, at this stage of things, at this point in time, that's what
       it probably was for me -- fucking.  For her, it might have been
       making love, but for me it was fucking.  Something I'd been
       missing for a LONG time!

       We spent Saturday doing basically nothing.  Went to a mall to
       explore, drove around, ate lunch.  At one point we pulled into
       the deserted parking lot of an insurance company and necked like
       a couple of high school kids.  We got a nervous laugh out of
       that, and for the next couple of years we were together, we would
       sometimes laughingly suggest to each other that we "find some
       parking lot".

       That night we did go to the concert -- early, since I didn't
       really know where the place was, and neither did Toni.  As
       things turned out, we got there TOO early, in a way....

       We arrived at the concert hall over an hour before the concert
       was due to start.  So early that people weren't even going into
       the hall yet, it being a balmy Twin Cities evening.  So, we sat
       in the car and talked.

       Talk gradually turned to snuggles, snuggles to kisses.  Soon,
       there in the car, I began to cup those lovely firm breasts
       through the dressy blouse Toni was wearing.  She had on the
       blouse and a pair of slacks, while I was wearing a sport coat and
       dress slacks with an open-collared shirt.  My coat was hanging on
       a hook in the back seat of the car.

       Our kisses became deeper and deeper, and my hands roamed under
       the blouse, which I had tugged from her slacks.  No bra.
       Wonderful.  Firm tits, tight hard nipples.  Her tits were just
       nicely a handful for me.  She leaned back as I eased the blouse
       up over those lovely mounds and took one in my mouth.  I could
       almost cover it with my mouth, if I opened as wide as possible.
       Holding it in my mouth, I let my tongue flick over the nipple,
       feeling its stiffness as I toyed with it.

       Toni moaned as I sucked.  The window was down on her side of the
       car, and people would occasionally walk past the front of the
       car, heading for the concert hall.  We were oblivious -- Toni
       with her blouse pushed above her breasts, me giving them cover
       with my hands and mouth.

       I fumbled with the waist buttons on her slacks, and her hand
       dropped into my lap.  She ran her palm up the bulge in the front
       of my pants, as though she were testing the length of the
       erection beneath.  I was rock hard, but the position and my
       clothing restricted me.

       She fumbled with my belt, just as I managed to get her slacks
       unbuttoned.  I slid my hand into her slacks to the happy surprise
       of -- no pantyhose!  Just tiny little string bikini panties,
       baring covering the sparse triangle of down.  I cupped her mound,
       my finger touching the now thoroughly wet crotch of the panties,
       the slickness of the satin under my palm.

       "No fair", she murmured in frustration, squirming on the car
       seat, as she fumbled with my pants.  "Me too!"

       I sat more upright and waited for her to open my pants.  She ran
       her hand in as our lips met once again, her palm cupping the huge
       bulge in the front of my jockey briefs.  A man walking past the
       front of the car stared as Toni freed my rock hard cock from my
       briefs and began stroking the entire length of it.  My hand
       returned to her crotch, and my finger disappeared into her
       sopping pussy.

       "Do we have to go to the concert?", she asked.  "Let's just go
       back to the hotel".

       I fired up the car and was out of the parking lot in a flash.  It
       turned out to be maybe the longest drive of my life.  My pants
       were still open, Toni sat beside me with her pants still open
       and her blouse still pulled up.  My right arm was around her and
       I could cup her right tit, rolling the nipple in my fingers.  Her
       left hand slowly stroked my cock, pointing straight up clear past
       my waist by this time, while her right hand occasionally went
       into the front of her pants.  She let me watch as her middle
       finger slowly traced a tiny circle on the satin panty crotch.

       When we got to the hotel, it took a minute for us to get composed
       enough to walk across the lobby, clear to the elevator bank.
       Once in the room, clothes flew in every direction!  I laid her on
       her back with her long, lovely legs over my shoulders and buried
       my cock in her sweet cunt.  SLAMMED into her, bent her almost
       double in the effort to get every fraction of every one of those
       seven and a half inches into her.  Her teeth were clenched as she
       rubber her clit with the middle finger of her right hand, wetting
       the finger with her own juices.  She reached behind me and tugged
       at my hips, urging me deeper and deeper into her.  Her wet finger
       slipped into my asshole, deep in.  As my hips slammed my cock in
       and out of her, her finger ran in and out of my ass, fucking my
       ass as my cock fucked her cunt.  Finally, as we couldn't wait
       another second, she drove her finger all the way in while I
       buried my cock to the hilt in her.  Her finger pressed my
       prostate gland, and I nearly passed out as I emptied my cum into
       her steaming box!

       I collapsed on top of Toni, and neither of us moved for over an
       hour.  We dozed, my cock still inside her, her finger right at my
       totally relaxed asshole.  Finally, we slept....


                                   CHAPTER 8

       Sunday morning brought a beautiful sunny day to our hotel room
       window.  We nearly slept right through it.  This was the day I
       had to leave for Las Vegas, and I was wondering many things....

       Would this turn out to be just a glorious weekend, or would it
       somehow go on?  Would this lovely girl who had made me feel so
       wonderful and virile again want a repeat performance somehow,
       somewhere, or would she kiss me goodbye?

       I slowly awoke, aware of movement on the bed.  It was Toni.  She
       gently kissed me, as I struggled to open my eyes.  I became aware
       of her hand, gently caressing my cock, her teeth nibbling at my
       nipples.  She slid lower on the bed and knelt between my legs.

       Oh, God!  My wife simply didn't do this!  It had been so long....

       I watched, as the lovely mouth that I had kissed so passionately
       all weekend opened wide and covered the glistening head of my
       cock.  I'm not circumsized, and the vein at the bottom on my
       glans was drawn ever so tight by my now throbbing erection.  She
       just covered the glans with her mouth, gently sucking, her tongue
       brushing the vein that held my foreskin.  Long lovely hair
       cascading down....

       I lay there, consumed by my emotions, which were rapidly
       centering in one very hard place in my body.

       And that place was HARD!  Rock hard.  Cat couldn't scratch it
       hard.  Toni was beginning to suck in earnest now.  She pushed
       her hair back so I could watch, and I did.  It was almost
       dizzying, seeing my cock being slowly engulfed by that lovely
       mouth, the mouth that my tongue had explored so well for the last
       couple of days.  She began to stroke my cock with her small hand
       as her mouth went up and down, up and down, her cheeks hollowing
       on the upstroke as she sucked harder and harder.

       It was as though she had no teeth.  Just softness of her lips and
       mouth touched my cock -- amazing!  She's a small girl, and my
       cock is huge -- six and a half inches around!  I wanted her.
       Wanted to sink my cock deep into her again, but she wouldn't stop
       sucking.

       It was becoming a real problem for me to hold back, and I tried
       to tell her.  "Toni, you better stop.", I said.  "I can't hold
       back much longer!"

       Her replies were muffled by her mouthful of my cock, and were
       simply soft murmurs as she continued to suck, her pretty head
       bobbing up and down, up and down.  Oh, God, it was beginning!

       "Toni, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum in your mouth!", I
       was almost shouting now.  "Umm hmmm", she murmured, moving a bit
       faster, her lips gripping my shaft even tighter.  "Do you want me
       to cum in your mouth?"  "UMMM HMMMMM!", as her cheeks hollowed
       deeply from the suction she created!

       Then, she did something -- for the first time, then -- that I
       never really figured out, in all the times she did it to me over
       the times we shared.  While she never lost the rhythm of her
       bobbing head, never relaxed the grip of her lovely lips, never
       once eased up on her wonderful sucking of my cock, she slid her
       tongue over the glans in some way, very lightly, barely touching
       the skin -- an electrifying tingle shot through me, and I
       clenched the mattress with both hands!

       It boiled out of me.  Huge loads of cum shot into her sucking
       mouth.  I came so hard, I blacked out for just a split second.
       But, I managed to raise my head to watch as Toni sucked, gently
       squeezing my balls with her hand, rubbing my prostate with a
       thumb, her cheeks pulling in as she tried to get every last drop
       out of me.  Some of it ran out the corners of her lips and back
       down my cock as I watched her Adam's apple move from her attempts
       to swallow.  She had trouble swallowing fast enough, I gave her
       such a huge mouthful of cum.

       Finally, I stopped.  Exhausted and totally drained, I reflected
       that -- at the age of 32 -- this was the first time in my life
       that a girl had let me cum in her mouth (hell, MADE me cum in her
       mouth!) and swallowed every drop, without my paying for it.  She
       LOVED it!  She actually loved sucking my cock, and had no problem
       at all with my cumming in her mouth -- in fact, she would have
       been disappointed if I HADN'T cum in her mouth.  This pretty,
       young girl who had once typed my letters, done my filing, told my
       wife what kind of wine I wanted with my dinner.

       Although I had to leave Toni in Minneapolis that day, I resolved
       that -- if she wanted it -- this wouldn't end.  She wrote to me
       at my office about a week later.  Her letter was exactly what I
       wanted to hear.  "Please", she said; "Don't make this just a one
       night stand."  She described in loving detail how our sex had
       made her feel, the sensations that went through her as she sucked
       my cock.  "I love it when you cum in my mouth; it makes me tingle
       all over!"  "I love your mouth, your tongue on my pussy, the way
       you get my clit to stand so you can suck it."  This, this was the
       sweet, beautiful child (almost) about whom I had fantasized, just
       a short while ago....

       Oh, yes.  This WOULD continue.