Chloe's Visit.

"I'm coming."

The young female voice I knew so well was more excited than I'd heard in years.
Chloe had called to tell us she was coming to visit us in the Chicago suburbs,
all the way from London where she had worked as a junior in my department six
years previously.

I'll be there in less than a month. I can't wait." It was great to hear her so
excited and just a little strange to feel that tingle she always managed to
provide between my legs.

Not that there had ever been anything between us. Chloe was 10 years younger
than me, 21 at the time we worked together and I was well on my way to the
marriage and two small children we have now. We kept in touch by e-mail when we
went our separate ways but back when we saw each other every day I always felt
like her big brother. I was someone she talked to over lunch and coffee; someone
who would have screwed her brains out given half a chance.

You see, Chloe was blessed with the prettiest face, framed by wonderfully bushy
auburn hair, which always seemed to be able to find a smile. At 5' 4" and not
exactly Kate Moss, you could argue that he was maybe she was a pound or two
heavy. My argument was that most of her excess weight was exactly where it
should be; on her fantastically round and upright tits.

Strange as it might seem, I'm not really a tits man. But Chloe's were
undeniable. Big, round and fantasy inducing like no pair I've ever seen before
or since. And now she was coming to stay with us. No wonder that familiar tingle
was there.

****

For most of the week of her visit we dined out in the evenings and Chloe either
took the train into Chicago to sightsee or accompanied my wife on her visits to
the local mall. My wife was grateful for the relief of having someone around who
could spend time with the children and Chloe seemed happy just to be able to
take it easy in the Midwest summer. She spent a lot of time on our wooden deck
soaking up the sun.

Finally tired of eating out, Friday we had planned a backyard barbeque. My
afternoon also contained some interesting unplanned activity.

I managed to leave work early, a habit of mine on Fridays that I preserve with
great fervor. This Friday I arrived home shortly before 2, noting that my wife's
van wasn't in the garage as I pulled in. I didn't expect Chloe to be there
either but after I pulled a beer from the refrigerator and strolled over to the
patio doors a sight for the sorest eyes struck me.

Chloe was sunbathing face down on a lounger in a tiny green bikini that had the
top untied, the ends dangling at the sides of the lounger and her figure more
available to my gaze than ever before. My imagination had never done her justice
all those days I used to wonder what was beneath those shirts and sweaters she
wore back in England. She looked wonderful, inviting. I stood looking for a full
five minutes, just in case she might turn over and leave a nipple uncovered for
me.

Eventually I slid open the door and walked out into the blazing sunshine beating
down on the deck. "Hi."

"Oh, hi." Unfortunately she was perfectly composed as she reached to her sides
and deftly tied the bikini top back together. "You just missed your family. They
went off swimming. I thought I'd just stay here and get a little more tab before
I head back to the grotty English summer."

"Not at all," I smiled and took a pull on my beer, "relax. You're at home.
Anyway, if you ask me you improve the view."

Chloe smiled. We'd flirted before, as friends do, but we both knew it was never
serious.

I got her a beer and we shared some small talk for a while until she decided
she'd had enough sun and should get dressed. I followed her upstairs, anxious to
change into some shorts myself but forgetting all about them as I made the best
of a close up view of Chloe's beautiful bottom. The thought of her being close
enough to reach out and grab a handful of that beckoning flesh made me smile.
That I managed to restrain myself made me proud.

****

There are moments when fate is your best friend.

Chloe came out of the family bathroom moments before I came out of my bedroom.
She had dropped her towel and was stooping to pick it up when I stepped out onto
the hardwood floor. Slightly startled by the noise, she stood upright and faced
me, those wonderful breasts in full view.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I dropped . . ." she scrambled to cover herself up and I
smiled.

"Hey, don't worry. It's not like they're awful to look at." I tried to put her
back at ease. "Truth be told I've wondered what they looked like for the last
eight years."

It was one of those moments. She could have grinned in embarrassment and run off
to the bedroom, but she stood there, obviously making sure of her next word.
Slowly, she let the towel drop away from her figure again.

"There's a part of your body I always wondered about too you know."

I knew I should've backed away. I was married, never cheated, never thought I
would. Never thought I would have Chloe's body at my disposal though. I took the
two steps that separated us and reached out to cup her left breast in my right
hand.

It weighed more than I expected and I watched as she closed her eyes and
obviously enjoyed the sensation. "Oh my God. I just love having them fondled.
Please, the other one."

She didn't have to ask me twice.

Somehow we made it back into her bedroom. She fell backward on the bed and I
kneeled over her and kneaded those wonderful tits, squeezing the large nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers. They responded, standing firmly to attention
as the fleshy mounds flattened against Chloe's prone body. She kept trying to
open her eyes but failing as pleasure seemed to wave over her and small moans
came from her now gently writhing body.

I took one hand and let it trace a path down her tummy to the top of her bikini
bottom. There I gently rubbed at a few stray pubic hairs that protruded before
continuing down the outside of the fabric, seeking the increasing heat source of
her body. I felt the outline of her pussy through the material. It felt like her
lips were already swollen and I was beginning to smell that unmistakable aroma
of pussy juice as I rubbed with increasing pressure.

The last thing I expected was Chloe to arch her back so suddenly and grab my arm
to keep my hand down there. She came in such a rush, gasping and spasming as I
rubbed hard at her still-covered pussy and tweaked her nipples alternately. It
was the quickest I'd ever known a woman come and I have to say it was very
arousing.

Just as she relaxed and I was about to slip my hand inside her bikini bottom I
felt Chloe's urgent hand pull my shorts until I shuffled closer to her and she
could feel my enormous erection through them. "You feel huge." She smiled,
beginning to recover some of her composure and grabbing at my zipper. "Let me
see."

She sprung me effortlessly and let her fingers trace their way around every
contour of my dick for several moments. "I love it." She looked up and smiled.

Despite Chloe's delightful comment, I know I'm not huge but as she took hold of
my fullest length I certainly felt as big as I'd ever been. She looked up at me
one last time with an impish grin then she bent forward to lick my throbbing
cockhead, then pull my into her sweet little mouth. I let my hands wander
through her luxurious hair as she ran her tongue along the underside, sucked and
bit playfully along my entire length. No one had ever really used their teeth on
me to increase my pleasure but the gentle pressure Chloe imparted with her
playful bites was exquisite.

When she pulled away her hand continued to gently massage my length. "You want
to put it in?' She asked with a smile that I doubted I could resist.

"I can't." I stumbled, answering what I thought I was supposed to say, rather
than what my body wanted me to say. How many times had I imagined, longed for,
the opportunity to sink my dick into Chloe's sweet little pussy. And now I had
felt just how sweet it was.

Almost before I had chance to add another comment that might help her persuade
me not to resist, Chloe smiled up at me again. "I understand. Don't worry,
this'll be just as good."

Then she turned her attention to my twitching prick. Shuffling herself up to a
sitting position, she made space for me to kneel before her, my meat firmly at
attention and luxuriating in the ministries of her gently hands. "I knew you'd
have a nice one." She said wile examining every square inch of the straining
member. "Not too big, definitely not small (an extra little tug there) and not
bendy. I like it when they're straight."

Chloe took one of her hands and firmly squeezed my balls as she continued the
gentle massage. As she softly worked her other hand back and forth along my
shaft she constantly changed her angle, first her palm below the shaft, then
above, then to one side or the other. Mostly she made slow strokes but once in a
while she threw in a couple of quick ones. It was my turn to close my eyes and
let the pleasure run through my every fiber.

I felt myself coming from further back than ever before, rushing down the
ecstasy tunnel to release. Chloe obviously felt it too as she slowed her strokes
until her hand was barely moving, barely touching me. "Look at me." I looked
down and her eyes were wide open, loving the moment she had created for me.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, wanted to make you feel like this, wanted
to feel you inside me. God I wanted you so much when we were working together,
wanted you to fuck me stupid and fill my pussy with your hot cum."

The images she created in my mind and the intense look on her face was just too
much and with one final brushstroke of her hand my moment finally arrived. It
seemed to last forever, my head swimming in the gravity-defying zone of a huge
orgasm. The first spurt of cum didn't arrive until way after the sensation did.
Chloe gently held my cock as it spasmed and shot a load at her face, hitting her
on the cheek and making her smile wildly. The second spasm shot straight over
her head and against the wall, the third also over her head but on the bed. I
couldn't ever remember getting close to those distances in the past, such was
the shattering impact of Chloe's technique.

"Oh God." I slumped next to her on the bed, exhausted from the emotion and the
intensity of the moment. Chloe still held my twitching cock, squeezing out the
last of my juice.

****

When I recovered enough strength to talk we lay on the bed and shared our
stories of how much we'd wanted each other while sharing the same office. I
thought she was too young and she thought I was almost married. It felt like
we'd treated each other with too much respect and this visit was our last chance
to find out what we'd missed. I knew there'd be guilt later but doubted I could
ever regret my fantasy session with Chloe. Now I knew what I'd missed, but at
least we'd both got our desires out in the open at last.

There was one final thing I needed to do though, one final taste of Chloe I
needed without actually fucking her ­ that would feel like adultery and I
doubted I could ever ease that from my conscience, no matter how sweet the
feeling of sinking into her folds might be.

Without telling her what I was doing I sat up, pulled her bikini bottom down and
pulled her legs apart. I paused for just long enough to memorize the wondrous
sight of her hairy pussy close up, then eased my face down to nuzzle her.

I felt her body relax as I smelled her sweet aroma and felt her wetness on the
tip of my nose. As I straddled her she sighed and pushed one of her tits up to
tease my balls. I was already hard again.

She tasted sweet and sticky as her pussy juice started flowing more than I had
ever experienced in any of the women I'd had in the past. Chloe was just an
outright fuck machine. As I lapped at her pussy lips and brought my hand up to
rub her swollen clit, she had started working on my cock again. This time she
was rougher, responding to the rhythms her own body was pumping out as I rubbed
and licked and pushed my tongue as far into her hole as it would go.

I felt her body stiffen again and stopped rubbing at her, inserting my fingers
and licking her clit instead, hoping to take her higher. Just as she let out a
moan of release I realized she'd worked her magic on me again and my cock
started spitting cum all over her tits.

****

She left us the following day and I knew I would never see her again. There was
just too much danger between us now and we both knew it. At the airport she
smiled and hugged us all as we urged her to come back. As I took my turn to give
her a hug she somehow managed to work her hand between us and give my cock one
final squeeze before heading through the departure doors.

It was all about sex, and none the worst for that. The sex was fantastic and the
lack of emotional ties made it so much easier to deal with as I kept our secret
from my wife. Every time I recalled our afternoon escapade two things always
amazed me. Firstly, throughout the incredibly intense sex we never once kissed.
Secondly, we had all that pleasure without ever having full penetration.
Sometimes hands and mouths are more than enough. Wow, were they ever.

Mike Smith

Smith1426@yahoo.com

All comments welcome.