The Visitor's Surprises

My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing. This story was reposted with minor edits to help make it more enjoyable for readers.

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Of course she wanted to come and visit on the weekend when the City was full. The national lacrosse championships and the state cheerleading championships were being held in the City all weekend. There wasn't a hotel room within at least 50 miles. I suggested our guest room. Trish, my wife, thought that a good idea. She invited Kim to stay with us for three days. Kim would have a day with her relatives, including her step-niece who was in the cheerleading competition, and part of a day on either side of the competition to visit with us.

Kim lived in Southern California. She was married and had mothered two kids that were now launched. She was still a looker, even though she was complaining about hot flashes according to my wife. She had long blond hair, a thin svelte figure, and a over generous set of knockers that did not sag that I'd fantasized about the two other times I'd met her, each encounter about a decade apart. Further, she had that knack of wearing outfits that were just flashy enough to call attention to herself, but that weren't over the top.

Kim had been one of Trish's roommates in college. They didn't see each other but every year or two, but they had kept in touch constantly. I think Trish talked to her a couple of times a week while driving home from work. Two years had past since her last visit. Usually when Kim visited I saw her at meal times, but other than that I made myself sort of invisible so the two of them could talk.

Five days before Kim's planned visit, I arrived home to find Trish packing for a trip. "Where are you off to? I asked.

"My Mum's having trouble breathing again. I've been on the phone all day with doctors and nurses setting up appointments for her starting tomorrow. I'm catching the evening flight out to Austin. She's probably got the balance of her meds all screwy again; it'll take a week or so to straighten her out, just like the last time."

"Should I come? What can I do to help?" I asked. "Nothing at all but be on stand-by here. I might need you to come out there if her asthma gets any worse," my wife said. I didn't even think about Kim's visit that day.

Trish called late the next evening from Austin. As suspected her mother was struggling with the medicines she was taking to cope with her asthma. At least she'd stopped smoking. She had a couple of more doctors' appointments over the next week and Trish seemed to have everything under control.

As we were talking on the phone, I reminded Trish about Kim's visit. She started, "You'll have to vacuum and clean before she comes. The guest room should be clean except for all the stuff piled on the bed and desk; just hide all that away somewhere. You'll have to be host. Take her to dinner or such. Be nice to her -- very nice. She's my favorite friend and I don't want her to think I've abandoned her to a dolt. I think she'll have a car so you won't have to do too much except entertain her in the evenings. I'll call her now and explain why I'll miss her. I'll have her call you about her arrival time."

I acknowledged the arrangement and we went on to other things. Two days later Kim called. "I can't find a rental car anywhere in the state, what's going on there? It can't be that every cheerleader wants a car that weekend?" I assured her not, but did talk about the other events going on nearby that weekend that had lots of outsiders flying into the area at the same time as her visit. We worked out that I'd pick her up at the airport the next day and then she could use the car over the weekend since I was planning on working around the house and wouldn't need it.

I got busy with the vacuuming and dusting. The place sparkled better than usual by the time I was through.

Kim's flight arrived about noon. I shined myself up and put on my best casual clothes. I stopped at a florist on the way to airport and picked up a bouquet of pretty flowers for her, put some light jazz in the car's CD player and was curbside at the airport when she came out from the luggage pickup area. We hugged and kissed one another as old friends do. I presented her with the flowers, and I got a more serious kiss. This was clearly the right thing to do. She said, "You are such a romantic. I love it. Don't ever stop." I got another hug.

She was excited about being here and apparently about being with me. She briefly mentioned missing Trish, and I had the feeling it was me that she really wanted to see. "Oh, well," I thought, "I won't be dolt for three days."

Now I'm no movie star and I'm certainly not in her league when it comes to keeping up with fashion and style. I am quite fit and exercise a lot, even as I've gotten older, I've added a few pounds in the wrong places, but not too many. Lastly, I love women; I find them fascinating and so it is easy for me to devote my full attention to them. Kim made this easy to do. As we drove, my whole attention was focused on her. She ate it up.

Kim had not had lunch, so rather than go to the house I drove to a little outdoor restaurant in a quaint section of town and we sat and had a few leisurely glasses of wine and salads. It was especially nice to be seen with Kim, since she was such a looker. People did look.

By the end of the meal, we were both blatantly flirting with each other. There was a lot of touching of arms and shoulders, brushing things out each other's hair, and eye contact with deep looks into each other's souls.

It was three o'clock by the time we got to the house. She hadn't visited us at this house before, since we'd moved in only a year before. The house was on the bay with a spectacular view, and had a beautiful and large swimming pool. Kim announced, "Oh, I have to go swimming right now." She scampered off to unpack and change.

I slipped on swim trunks, got towels and was in the pool when she came outside. She took a dive from the side into the deep end and swam under water towards me. She grabbed my legs and proceeded to try to swim through them. In the process she up-ended me and when we came up we were holding on to each other, and sputtering and laughing.

"Oh, this is so nice. I haven't been this warm for months," she said as she swam away from me. "Is that because of me or the air temperature?" I questioned with a not too subtle nuance. She laughed impishly and hugged me again before swimming out of range. We started doing slow laps in the pool next to one another. After a while, we both climbed out.

I pulled two chaises close together and we both lay down to bask in the sun. I reached over to just touch her arm and ended up stroking it. She started stroking back, and soon our hands were taking turns lightly smoothing and caressing the other's hands. Neither of us acknowledged the contact with words, yet it was very sensuous and arousing.

Kim was wearing a beautiful bikini-style bathing suit full of color and flare. It was a prim and proper two-piece suit. Nevertheless, from my vantage point on the chaise next to her, I could examine her pretty body. First, her breasts were tightly packaged into the bikini bra, leaving an alluring display of cleavage between the two mounds. Her legs were quite shapely and athletic, and looked unusually long in part due to the high cut nature of the bathing suit. I was in heaven taking in the view.

We continued our lunchtime chat about kids, spouses, great books and movies, events in town, dinner preferences, and dozens of other topics. About five o'clock I opened up a bottle of wine and some cheeses for the two of us and we indulged as we sat in the warm setting sun.

Eventually, we went in to change for dinner. I was quick to shower and toss on slacks and a sport shirt. As I walked by the guest room, the door was open. Kim was standing in front of the mirror in bra and panties. I gawked. She looked pleased with herself and said, "You see less skin than that bikini I was wearing fifteen minutes ago." She laughed delightfully, came over and kissed me on the cheek. Then returned to finish dressing. I stayed in the open doorway talking some nonsense about the restaurant while my gawk continued.

When she was about done dressing, including having me zip her up, and putting on make-up, I went and poured myself more wine. My temperature was up. I was aroused and pondering what this evening would bring.

I was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen bar when Kim came up behind me and rubbed her breasts across my back as she hugged me. I turned and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Oh, that's not a serious kiss," she said. She came around in front of me, keeping her arms around my neck, leaned down and we had a serious kiss -- a very serious kiss.

This was a kiss without rushing. Our heads slightly tilted, eyes open to see the other person, and then a slow approach. We both knew what we were going to do. First, we could feel the other's hot breath, then our lips just rubbed together gently, and then the harder part of the kiss materialized. Our mouths opened slightly and our tongues gently tested the acceptance of the other. Once it was clear that we were both receptive to a deep kiss, our tongues explored even deeper and with more ardor.

As we kissed, my shank stiffened and my pants started to show the bulge. My hands were no longer idle; from my seated position I could run one hand up and down Kim's legs and use the other to stroke her buttocks. She had on slacks, yet they were a thin fabric and so the slow stroking I started was no doubt felt by her as though she was naked. On my up strokes, I would stop just short of her pussy area. I didn't want her to suddenly scream, "Pervert" or slap me or tell Trish that I'd hit on her. After we were well into our second kiss, I doubted any of those options would occur.

Neither of us moved our bodies. Kim remained standing with me stroking up and down one thigh and then the other. I was seated with her breasts pressed around my left shoulder. Our heads were turned and tilted towards each other so that we could continue kissing.

Eventually, she withdrew, picked up my wine glass and took a large sip of the beverage. "Wow," she said. I replied, "Double wow!" After a few seconds, I asked, "Well, ready for dinner?" With an attitude of distraction, she said, "Yes. Yes, let's go. If I stay here, who knows what will happen"

Dinner was at a romantic little bistro in the exclusive part of town. We had an outdoor table again. "So European," Kim noted. The wine was wonderful and the dinner superb. The company was equally romantic. We continued to touch and stroke each other's palms and arms as we had started at lunch. There was more of a familiarity about it now.

After dinner we walked up one side of the street and down the other window-shopping. Our stroll was really an excuse for us to tightly hold onto one another. It was also, perhaps, the opportunity for each of us to think about where the evening was going and how we wanted it to end. Apparently, we both had similar thoughts; Kim finally leaned over and kissed me and said, "Let's go back to the house. It's more private there."

At the house, while she went off to freshen up as she called it, I got out some Grand Marnier. I was again seated at the kitchen bar when she returned. She walked up and stood in front of me, between my outstretched legs, and put her arms around me. I put my hands on her hips and was holding her close, but without pulling her into my loins. She kissed me warmly. "Thank you for dinner."

I kissed back then while she watched took a sip from my cordial glass and then kissed her again, this time squirting the Grand Marnier from my mouth into hers. The moment was a turning point. She moved forward, pushing her pelvis into against me and rubbing her breasts across my chest. This was a mating dance.

"Wow," she said, licking her lips, "no one has ever French-kissed me with Grand Marnier before." After a few more regular kisses, she said, "I'd like some more Grand Marnier." I reached for a clean glass, but she stopped my hand. "No, that's not how I want it." I sipped some more in my mouth and again thrust more into her mouth as we French kissed again.

She reached up and undid the top button on her blouse. "The rest is up to you," she said in a sexy voice. I reached up with one hand and maneuvered each of the lower buttons to open the blouse completely, pulling it from her waistband as I did.

Once the blouse was open, I put my head to her lacy bra and blew my hot breath on the apex of first one breast and then the other. I was rewarded soon enough as I felt each nubbin rise to meet my moist call. I made small biting motions through the bra's thin material at each nipple. Kim watched intently as I ministered to her breasts with my mouth. She cradled my head and was holding me close to her.

My hands were not idle. I started to stroke her buttocks again and then returned to stroking up and down her thighs with one hand. This time I willingly got closer and closer to her pussy on each up stroke. I was trying to make these moments as sensuous as possible for both of us, expecting them to end at any second.

"Come," she said, pulling me to the family room sofa. We nestled in next to each other. She undid the buttons on my shirt until she had my chest exposed. She then ran her tongue around each of my nipples, biting gently as she went. I was going into orbit.

I undid her bra snap and in a sweeping movement Kim shrugged off both blouse and bra. I lost my shirt too. We hugged but in a way that allowed her to use just her nipples to stroke my chest. Her nips were highly erect and sticking out three-fourths of an inch. Having them rub across my chest is a feeling I'll never get used to.

I finally stopped her and captured a breast in my mouth, suckling onto her nipple with at first gentle and then rougher sucking and biting action. Her body language told me I was hitting all the right spots.

As I sucked on her nipples, I again started stroking up and down her legs with my free hand. Finally, she stood up and said, "Come with me. We'll be more comfortable in bed." We walked into the guest room.

She stood and faced me, half naked; her beautiful erect breasts betraying her arousal. She undid her belt and a zipper and her pants dropped to the floor. She kicked them to the side as she dropped her lacy thong too. I lost my clothing in as rapid a moment.

We stood facing each other for a moment. Both of us were totally nude. My erection arched out from my body. Her pubic area was devoid of hair to accommodate her bikini. Then we came together in another hug; this time savoring the feeling of each other's bodies and our skin-to-skin contact. We rubbed our bodies together to maximize the skin contact. We had another one of those soul kisses; this time with greater meaning and feeling to it.

Then we were on the bed. I buried my face between her legs. She spread her legs apart for maximum availability. I slowly licked up and down her slit, savoring her musky taste. I found her clitoral nub and periodically focused attention there.

After a few moments of external stimulation, I brought a finger into action. I thrust in and out of her pussy lips with the finger as I continued my oral attention. Kim was jerking around on the bed and moaning encouragements to me.

I felt around inside her vagina and finally located her G-spot by the slightly rougher texture of vaginal skin. I could tell I found the right place, because Kim yanked my head into her pussy when I stroked the area and sucked on her clit at the same time. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she groaned.

I kept stroking her G-spot and increasingly focused on her clit, not fully ignoring her swollen labial lips either. I occasionally thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy too. Her moaning and panting increased.

Finally, she clutched the top of my head and pulled me into her. A long "Faaaahhhuuucccckkk," replaced her groans. Her hips rose off the bed as she thrust her cunt into my mouth. There then followed a series of little squeaks and moans as her body visibly deflated from her climax.

She looked doe eyes at me. "Oh how did you ever learn how to do that, you wonderful man." She reached down and pulled me up to her so she could kiss me. "Hummm," she said, "you taste like my pussy! How delightful."

She then pushed me over on my back and arched her body over so she could take my erection into her mouth. I had deflated slightly while I was administering to her. At first she had the whole penis in, but then a surge of arrived and my cock grew to a rigid rod, and she was only attending to the end.

Kim alternately stroked me in a masturbating move and sucked and licked the mushroomed head of my unit. I kept swelling. Gradually, she pulled the rod deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt the tip enter her throat as her lips pushed into my pubic bone.

Now I was the one moaning. I started little thrusts to emphasize that I had a mission to accomplish too. She reached up and stroked and pinched my nipples.

If I have the choice of where to cum, it is not into a willing mouth, although that's not a trivial activity. I would much rather be embedded deep in a warm pussy. So, when I felt my internal plumbing go on high alert, I pulled Kim up to me indicating it was time to couple.

At my urging, Kim straddled my hips facing me. She rose up while she held my saliva-covered cock in her right hand. She rubbed the mushroom head along her slit several times, focusing on her clit.

She started little up and down jerky movements over me, sometimes thrusting her hips forward and sometimes to one side or the other. Each time she came down, my dick would go a little deeper into her cunt. Quarter inch by quarter inch she worked her pussy down my cock. Until at last our pubic bones pushed together.

We didn't move for a few moments, just enjoying the sense of mutual coupling that we had accomplished. I relished in the warmth surrounding my cock, punctuated as it was by an occasional muscle twitch from her. Kim vocally praised the sense of fullness that she was feeling.

I reached up and again started to stroke and smooth her breasts, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. I could actually feel her vaginal muscles contract when I pinched or bit into one of her nips a little harder than usual.

Gradually, we established a rhythm as I pistoned in and out of her vagina. We enjoyed this pace for a few moments and then Kim started to rotate her hips in a rolling motion that sucked my cock deep into her body on her forestroke -- right up to her cervix, and then released me on the backstroke.

She was bent over me as she was doing this so that I could suck on first one breast and then the other. Her nipples were rigid, the same as my cock; all were steel rods of varying lengths extending from our bodies to maximize our pleasure in some way.

Kim's rotating hips did me in. I couldn't hold back any longer and told her so. "I'm going to cum," I said in panting voice. She smiled and kissed me again; "Me too," she said.

We pumped only another thirty seconds with increased vigor as my orgasm arrived. I could feel the approach from deep in my body. The first rays of ultimate pleasure filled my whole lower body as I thrust up into her cunt. The wonderful sensation radiated outward until it was focused on my balls and cock.

Rapidly, then, signals going to my brain said this is spectacular; you feel good all over -- and I did. My little pump called forth the frothy white semen from deep within me and I could feel the surges moving down my urethra into Kim's body. I came and came and came, filling her exquisite pussy with my love juice.

Kim's orgasm arrived simultaneously with mine. Her vocalizations became louder and louder again. Moans had turned into squeaks of enjoyment had turned into slutty words, spoken and then shouted, urging continued fucking, sucking and licking until the end of time. Her back arched and she thrust her cunt down onto my cock for deep penetration. Her arms moved back to support her from falling backwards onto my legs. I was deep into her body, my cockhead by her cervix as I exploded. I could feel the strong rippling muscles inside her milking every drop of fluid from my cock. Kim said she could feel my surges splashing on the walls of her cunt. I think she said "Oh God" about a dozen times. We were both soaked in sweat and the room had that sensual aroma of intercourse and good sex.