I could hardly believe it! I’d finally found a way to get away for a secret, illicit weekend with Kathleen.

The room in the hotel in the city was all booked, and nothing stood between us and a weekend of glorious sex except for one tiny thing — I still had to tell her about the plan. You see, up to that point we had never so much as kissed!

She was surprised, to say the least, but while my heart pounded, to my delight she agreed! When we got to the hotel we were shown to our room, and as soon as the bellman left us alone — at last, alone with her! — I took her in my arms and we embraced right there in the middle of the room. As we kissed hungrily, our hands exploring each other, I was thrilled to find that she seemed to want this as much as I did!

Kathleen lay down on the bed and looked at me invitingly. She pulled her sweater over her head and then off. There was nothing underneath it except Kathleen! “Take my jeans off,” she said, and I slid between her legs and began to peel them off. No panties either! The moment that her soft, trimmed mound came into view, I ran my mouth over it, and she whimpered. At that gentle touch, her hips lifted. Even with my mouth poised over her mound, I couldn’t help looking up at her, and saw that she was watching me. There was open desire in her eyes, and her nipples were visibly hard.

I undressed. As I did, my eyes feasted on their first sight of Kathleen’s magnificent body — the tanned shoulders; the high, firm breasts with tight, dark pink nipples and the tips of the breasts slightly crinkled around those hard points; her stomach near flat and very smooth; and below it, her mound, with just that small tuft of trimmed hair.

As I trailed my mouth again over Kathleen’s mound, her fingers slid into my hair. I was lost in her. I tantalized her pussy with my tongue, trying to taste everything. I loved that she was so aroused! She began to writhe beneath me, and I lifted my head to enjoy her unclothed beauty. I reached under her thighs and lifted her pussy for more direct mouth access. Then I slid my hands over her taut stomach, feeling the quiver and rhythmic tensing of the muscles beneath her skin.

My hands worked their way to Kathleen’s breasts, and she arched up to them with a gasp. My palms grazed her erect nipples, making her shudder. I took the opportunity to fully explore her breasts, caressing every curve, toying with the nipples with my thumbs. I couldn’t believe that at last I would have complete access to her!

I touched her everywhere — her back, her stomach, her legs. She was trembling with excitement. I stroked a fingertip lightly over her slit, teasing the opening, while my tongue traced lazy circles around her clit. My eyes were fixed on hers now, watching her reaction. At the first touch to her clit, her eyes flew open and she looked down at me. Her eyes went wide and stayed that way.

I took her clit between my teeth and sucked it in and out of my mouth. I slipped a finger in her. She bit her lip and whimpered — a loud, low, throaty whimper. I loved the sound, and sank a second finger in, hoping to coax it out of her again.

“Oh God!” she gasped. “No one has ever done this to me.” And again she produced that throaty sound! I almost purred. Her hips twisted subtly, and I slid my fingers out, letting her watch as I slowly sucked them into my mouth, tasting her, then eased the slippery fingers back inside her and explored a pussy that so far I had only tasted. My finger gently probed and teased at her inner walls, feeling their slick, spongy softness, pressing and wiggling to find the sensitive spots.

She groaned, wriggling as my finger teased her, finally breaking my gaze to throw her head back. I sighed as I slid my fingers back out and sucked them clean again, then eased them back in her. I loved the way she gripped the fingers inside her, with her head rolling back and forth on the pillow. She shuddered and moaned with each thrust of my fingers.

Those moans grew louder when I began massaging my fingers along her inner walls, twisting and spreading them, then swirling them about, stirring her slick pussy, giving her new pleasures and purring outright in her throaty growls of pleasure.

“God, Angela, I’ve never felt this feeling before!” She shuddered and released my hair, then raised her hands over her head and gripped the headboard. She spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. I ran my free hand over her breasts, with my tongue still gently flicking her clit up and down when it slipped between my teeth into my mouth. Suddenly Kathleen let out a guttural gasp and her legs began to tremble. Her pussy walls fluttered and gripped the fingers that were buried inside her as she came, coating my hand with her nectar.

She relaxed with a deep sigh, and I slid off the bed and walked barefoot to my suitcase, feeling my wetness trickle down my leg. My breathing was quick and excited, my mind blank of everything other than what I had planned. I knew this might be one step too far — and I’d never actually done it myself — but I couldn’t suppress the desire.

Digging into my suitcase, I eased the harness out, slipped into it and wrapped a towel around my waist to conceal the surprise. I turned back toward the bed with my towel now bulging slightly. Kathleen still lay splayed and breathing fast in the middle of the bed, with her eyes closed, her naked body glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Her hands were still limp against the headboard.

I crept back to the bed, dropped the towel and slipped between Kathleen’s legs, then moved up over her. With my hand, slippery with a coating of her sweet juices, I was stroking the toy gently, getting it slick and warm.

I proceeded as quickly as I could. While I knew that I would die a little inside if Kathleen wasn’t into what I was up to, I was also confident that once I got inside her, she wouldn’t complain. I knew that the first time a lover used it on me, I nearly passed out from the orgasm I had. It was curved and ridged in all the right places, a deep lavender color, both beautiful and sensual without seeming overly male.

I mounted her, trying not to shiver at the feeling of her thighs brushing my hips. I slid the warm, slippery toy between her legs and against her pussy. Her eyes flashed open, and she looked up at me in surprise. She didn’t seem to notice yet what I had strapped on, or that I was otherwise naked like her.

Her eyes searched mine, and she sighed and smiled weakly. “That was wonderful,” she murmured, but broke off, biting her lip, as the head of the toy grazed her slit and I gently rocked my hips, letting the head rub lightly up and down. She shivered, then finally glanced down, and her eyes went as wide as they could go. Her face paled slightly and her body tensed.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I could tell you loved it — and you’ll love this even more.” I eased forward, and the head parted her slick lips and pushed down toward her opening. I held myself up with one hand while I used the other to tilt her face up. I stared down into her eyes, wanting her to keep focused on that rather than on having another woman naked on top of her.

“Angela?” she murmured uncertainly.

I didn’t give her the chance to over-think. My hips eased forward, and the head slid inside her. She gasped and arched up, reflexively grabbing my supporting arm with one hand. I resisted the urge to push deep, knowing that my toy could pleasure her the way the real thing could not. Instead of driving deep, I swirled my hips, letting the soft, ridged toy stretch and rub her opening, even letting it pop out once or twice and repenetrating her, remembering how that used to drive me wild.

Kathleen tried to speak several times, but it came out largely as erotic gibberish, broken bits of my name or wordless cries. Now, as I rocked the toy back and forth just inside her, her breathing accelerated.

leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Just say yes, Kathleen.” I brought her eyes back to mine. “Just let me help.” I wanted her to think of me as her “safe place,” to overcome the confusion I knew was plaguing her. My confusion was totally gone now. I was sure of how I felt when I saw her eyes watching me pleasure her.

Kathleen bit her lip and arched her back in little waves as her brain fought her body. “Angela?”

I slid the toy out of her and filled my free hand with one soft, round breast, squeezing just enough to get her to arch higher. As she whimpered, I swirled my thumb on the nipple, then slid the toy back in, making the head glide in and out with little pumping motions of my hips. She cried out softly, “Oh God, Angela, yes! God, please! That feels so good!”

That was what I was waiting for! I reached down, gripped her hip and pulsed my way deep inside her, moving slowly and gently in little thrusts set off by longer outward movements. I had to deploy every ounce of self-control to keep from burying it all at once. As I nudged my way deeper into Kathleen’s body, I heard a soft, slick noise as the friction with her wetness increased. She cried out, arching up higher than ever and throwing her head back.

“Ohmygod,” Kathleen gasped. Then she slumped back on the bed. She relaxed and reached back up to grip the headboard. She opened her legs wide, and as the tightness of her pussy eased slightly, I pushed deep into her, finally melding my hips with hers, shuddering at the stimulation of the nub of the toy inside me, which teased me as I worked her over. I savored her long, throaty cries of pleasure.

I began long, slow, smooth strokes in and out, rapidly learning what made her moan, what made her gasp and what kinds of thrusts drew soft, breathy cries from her. Her eyes were shut tight, and her head was rolling around freely. Her body was rocking in time with my steady thrusting.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned.

“Oh God,” I moaned involuntarily, shuddering at the sensations inside my own slick pussy. I hadn’t gotten myself off in days, in anticipation of this trip, and now I realized it was going to be all I could do to hold back! Not that it mattered. I wanted so badly to make love with Kathleen.

The bed began to rock beneath us. My hips grazed the silk of Kathleen’s thighs. As I worked atop her, one of her hands was still gripping the headboard, while the other gripped the bed sheets in a fist that twisted and tugged at the fine linens.

I felt sweat trickling down my back. Gasping for breath, I pumped into Kathleen beneath me. My eyes drank in the sight of her heaving and writhing beneath me. I felt her starting to shake, and I could tell she was close. I accelerated my thrusts, whimpering at the still-considerable effort it took to not come, but I couldn’t look away or distract myself — she was just too beautiful, and I had to see her face as I finally was able to bring her to climax.

“Ohmygod!” she cried. “Ohmygod, Angie, don’t stop! It’s so good!”

I whimpered again. Her using that affectionate form of my name wasn’t helping me hold back.

“Oh, oh, oh yes! Yes, deeper!” Her voice kept getting higher. Now, as she was actually urging me on, I gasped and thrust deeper. I felt her hips jerk against mine with every impact.

“Oh! Oh, Angie, don’t stop!” she cried, writhing, obviously close. Oddly, though, she was clenching her teeth. What was she doing? “Angie, my God, my darling, please — ”

I let out a desperate, high-pitched moan, moved by that new endearment. With my feelings crashing in on me, my thrusts started to become unsteady. “Kathleen, don’t,” I gasped. My heart was racing so fast, I thought it was going to explode.

All of my previous efforts became insufficient as I felt silky warm skin on my ass — and I sank deeper into Kathleen. I missed a breath and slammed deep, writhing. I realized that she had wrapped her legs around me.

“Uhhnnn!” she squealed, her hips grinding up into mine, causing bolts of electricity to shimmer up and down my spine from my clit to my brain. Oh God, I thought approaching desperation, she has her legs around me and I can’t take it. If she keeps that up, I won’t be able to hold out.

My thrusts became jerky as my hips twisted, trying to avoid the sweet friction that was driving me wild. I gasped as Kathleen’s legs tightened. “God!” I whimpered. “Kathleen, I can’t, I can’t! Hold it if you —

“Oh God, Angela, please, please don’t stop! And don’t hold it! Come with me! Oh God, I love you!” Kathleen’s hands came up to grip my shoulders, and then my back. Her body was arched now like a drawn bow.

I cried out helplessly, feeling my orgasm rushing unstoppably. All those long months of wanting to come with my beloved Kathleen blazed in my thoughts. As my hips went into overdrive, I stared down at her wide stare. I wanted to remember her look as she first came for me — her pleasure and her beauty. The vision of her nakedness under me propelled me toward a climax that I sincerely hoped would be more than I could bear!

Kathleen seemed to choke up now, growling low in her throat. She gripped my back, and her sleek legs tightened around me, her muscles locking. The bed groaned under us as our bodies bucked together. The wet sounds of the toy squirming inside her filled our ears. We moaned again and again, in harmony, answering each other’s ecstasy, until Kathleen’s body went rigid and her breathing stopped.

As this happened, her soft breasts brushed mine, and I cried, “Oh God, I’m going to come!” Screaming Kathleen’s name, I lunged against her to maximize the contact, and went into spasms that seemed to fire every nerve in my body. As I jerked and thrashed, I was dimly aware of her moaning, and just barely felt her nails digging into my shoulder blades. Our bodies were one. With her legs still wrapped tightly around my hips, I felt her pussy pulse and quiver right up the length of the toy buried inside her. Her spasms were so strong that she seemed to carry my orgasm along with hers.

I buried my face in her neck, actually sobbing with pleasure. The smell of her skin, the feel of it against my face, her ongoing utterances in my ear — they all sustained my orgasm far beyond my normal limits. After several more hard spasms and short cries from Kathleen, combined with gasping squeals from me, she finally went limp, allowing me to collapse on top of her.

I didn’t have a clock, but it felt like an eternity before I was at last able to raise my head. Every inch of my body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. God, I had never come like that! That was all I could think. And it wasn’t me, either — it was all because of her.

My arms rested on the bed on either side of Kathleen, her ribs brushing them with each deep, slow breath. Her hands were in the small of my back, soft and smooth, while her legs had slid down around my thighs.

I looked down at her face. She looked dazed but peaceful. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was soft and slightly open in that way of hers. She was covered in perspiration. Her hair was a mess, fanned over the pillow and stuck to her neck and shoulders, all dewed with the sweat that glistened on both of us.

Her eyes opened slowly, dreamily, and we stared at each other from only a few inches apart. I marveled that at one time I had thought those brilliant clear eyes were cold! Now as she looked up at me those eyes were unbelievably warm and bright. I raised one lead-weight-like arm and ever so gently brushed the hair back from her face. After a moment she did the same for me.

“Hi there,” I murmured, lost in the limpid gaze of her eyes, with my hazy thoughts drifting.

“Oh yeah, hi,” she murmured back hoarsely.

I waited for her to unwind her legs and arms from around me and for things to go back to the way they had before. But they didn’t! Finally, thinking she must be getting uncomfortable, I started to pull away. Immediately, her legs tightened again and her hands clutched me.

“Don’t go,” she said softly.

I looked down into her eyes and saw in them surprising vulnerability. And suddenly I knew what had to happen. Taking an infinitely long beat to move, I slowly brought my lips to hers, which parted instantly beneath mine, warm and soft. For the very first time, incredibly, Kathleen and I kissed.

When our mouths finally parted — we were still short on breath, so it probably wasn’t all that long a kiss — she sighed, still holding me close.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, almost plaintively.

As I stared down at her, a thousand responses ran through my head, from “Well, you might have killed me” to “I wanted to, but I was afraid” and even “How the hell should I know, boss?” Then I caught the sparkle in her eyes, her loving eyes, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

My calm, powerful, intimidating, cold-eyed lawyer-lover burst out in giggles. I followed suit, burying my face in her neck again as we both laughed.

Finally I raised my head again and looked in her eyes. I felt warm, soft lips trailing down my neck, and hands sliding up and down my back. Shuddering, I moaned into her neck, “You better be careful. I’m not sure I can control myself if you do that.”

“Your point being?” she murmured, her hands sliding into my hair and pulling my head up. Those gorgeous eyes were wide and warm.

“Well, I just thought I should mention it,” I murmured back, nibbling on her lower lip. I felt her legs tighten, and she whispered in my ear, “Shut up and love me, Angela!” I drew my breath in sharply and shot back, “Only if you promise to do the same,” nibbling on her ear. She raised my head again by the hair and said, “Agreed.”

Kathleen bit her lip, and her haunting eyes glistened. I felt mine burning too. “It’s a deal,” I said. And now, for only the second time, my lover and I kissed.