It was a bright early summers evening when I first saw her. I was cycling along a path, popular with cyclists and joggers alike, through some woods just outside of town. As I climbed slowly to the top of a brief, but steep, hill, she came jogging over the brow towards me, the sun behind her. At first I was blinded by the sun, so I couldn't see her very well, but as she got closer, I could see somebody ....

a woman ....

a young woman ... a sexy young woman .... a stunning young woman. I just caught a fleeting look at her as we passed each other, and then she was gone. I turned and glanced back, my bike wobbling as I looked at her slender back, at her taut soft place in her black shorts, at her long, blonde pony tail bobbing up and down as she ran. I whistled softly to myself, shaking my head.

I rode on for a few more miles, not really intending to go too far, and then headed back down the same path, and back to town.

I couldn't believe it when I saw her coming towards me again, perhaps making her way back to one of the villages close by. This time the sun was behind me, so I could see her more clearly. I slowed down, my eyes drawn to her. She was dressed all in black.

Her hair was held back by a black ribbon, her firm, rounded breasts, hidden behind a black vest top that clung to her, her soft place and legs covered by tight, Lycra shorts that reached down her thighs. I could just make out the line of her panties and sports bra beneath her clothes. Her face was very pretty, almost serene, her lips full and kissable. Her eyes, as she looked at me as I passed her, were a deep blue. Her arms and face, her shoulders and legs, were suntanned, her skin glistening softly, a thin sheen of perspiration along her top lip.

She smiled as she passed me, an almost shy smile that lit up her face.

I guessed she was about my age, twenty eight, but looked younger. And then she was gone. I glanced back again, but only caught a glimpse of her soft place rocking from side to side as she rounded a corner and dropped out of sight. That had been on a Tuesday. For the next few days, I couldn't get her out of my mind. So, after work on Friday, I set off along the same path again, at about the same time, hoping to see her again but totally unsure of what I might do if I did. I just knew that I had to see her. And I did. It was about the same place on the path, but I almost missed her as she came over the hill as I reached the top, looking less that elegant as I struggled up the slope.

She glanced across at me, and then disappeared down the hill before I could even muster my thoughts.

But half an hour later, as I headed home, there she was again. I slowed down, flashing her what I hoped was my most friendly smile, and was instantly rewarded with a flash of her small, white, even teeth as she smiled back. I thought about her and little else over the weekend, and on Monday at work. By the time I finished work, I couldn't wait to get home, change, and head out on my bike. My heart was thumping as I headed into the woods would she be there, would she see me, would she recognise me? And then she was there again, smiling that smile as she jogged past, my eyes drawn to her face, then down to the soft movement of her breasts.

I looked back when she was past me, my eyes locked on her gorgeous soft place.

On the way back down the hill, the same happened again except as I turned, she did as well, smiling a laughing, knowing smile at me, knowing exactly where I was looking, and giving me a little wave.

The next day I was back again and so was she. After that, we "met" almost everyday.

Our smiles and waves became friendlier, our looks more open. We exchanged "Hi's" and "Hello's", a brooding desire developing at least in my mind. But nothing else happened. Each time I saw her, my heart thumped and my length rose up - and my mouth went totally dry as my shyness rose to the surface. And then, on a Monday, she wasn't there. I rode up through the woods as normal, expecting to see her, but met no one. I rode back down slowly, hoping that she was just later than normal. But there was no sight of her either then, or for the next few days. I cursed myself for my shyness, for not speaking to her sooner, for the lost opportunity of meeting her properly, of well who knows what? I was due to go on holiday with some mates at the end of the week, and in a way it was a relief. It might at least take my mind off of her. Stupidly, it was only then that I thought that she might be on holiday as well. My heart leapt yes, that would explain it! Usually, two weeks in the sun flies by, but this time it dragged.

The day after I got back, I headed out on my bike after work, anxious to see her again. As I headed for the woods, all the old doubts came back.

What if she hadn't been on holiday? What if she had moved, or jogged somewhere else now, or was avoiding me, or ........

the thoughts just clattered through my head. And then, for the first time in three weeks, I saw her. She was dressed as usual in black, but her tan was deeper, fresher and her smile beamed out as soon as she saw me. In a moment she was past me, waving back as I turned to wave to her, to look at her. On the way back, she stopped as soon as she saw me, standing with her hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. I slowed down and stopped, suddenly as tongue tied as ever. "Hi, " was all I could say, my eyes drawn to the rising of her breasts, to the perfect outline of her nipples through her top. "Hi, " she smiled back, and then jogged off again. I turned and watched her go.

She turned as well, running backwards for a few steps as she waved. I saw her lips move, just as I caught her words on the breeze. "See you tomorrow ....

" And then she was gone. I rode on, a stupid grin across my face.

Suddenly, all was well with the world. The next day, something was different, something looked different.

It was her top. The vest top had gone, and she was wearing a cropped top. It was still black, but ended just under her breasts, leaving her flat, suntanned tummy bare.

Her breasts looked softer, more rounded, and I realised with a start that she wasn't wearing a bra. She smiled and waved and was gone. My length rose up, painfully hard and stayed that way in anticipation of seeing her again on my way back. The next day her shorts were different - still black, but shorter, and looser around her long legs. When I turned, they barely seemed to cover the bottom of her taut cheeks as she ran. She smiled that delicious, knowing smile again, and my body reacted as I'm sure she knew it would.

The next day I decided to play her game as well. I swapped my Lycra cycling shorts for a looser pair, and wore a vest instead of a tee shirt. I work out when I can, and think I look okay, especially after two weeks of getting a good tan. On the spur of the moment, just I reached the woods, I stopped and pulled my top off. It had been a hot day, and already my chest was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. She grinned when she saw me, and stopped in the middle of the path.

Now I could feel her eyes on me, raking across my muscular chest and flat belly, down to the well developed muscles on my thighs. I reached down and pulled my drinks bottle from its holder.

She had changed her top as well it was looser now, and lower cut. We looked at each other openly as we shared a drink. She tiled the bottle back, some of the drink dribbling out and down her chin. I watched as it dripped onto her chest, then ran slowly down between her breasts. As she leant forward to put my drinks bottle away, the edge of her top fell loosely downwards, and I almost groaned out loud as my eyes locked onto her deep, tanned cleavage. She stood up, grinned, and was gone. When we passed on the way down she called out something about "tomorrow....

". The next day was the Friday of a long Bank Holiday weekend and I couldn't wait to see her.

But as I approached the path were we met almost everyday, there was no sign of her. I slowed down, then stopped, deciding to wait around for a while. It was then that I heard a soft moan. I walked up the path a little way, pushing my bike, but couldn't see anyone or anything. I walked a little further, and then heard it again. I looked around. On the left, the path was edged by a row of trees, after which there were just open fields. But on the right, the trees were thicker in places, and it seemed to be there that the noise was coming from. It only because I heard the soft moan again that I spotted the gap between two trees. They were very close together, at an angle, and almost hid the entrance to a small clearing.

I leant my bike against a tree, and walked past them. She was sat facing me, her back against a fallen tree, bathed in the glittering sunlight that was filtering through the trees into the small clearing. She was reaching forward, rubbing her leg, but looked up as I approached her. She smiled weakly, apparently in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked her, kneeling down at her side. "Cramp, I think, " she told me, sliding her hands up and down her bare calf. My eyes dropped to her small, neat, hands, watching as they moved over her soft, tanned skin. I couldn't help myself despite her apparent pain, my eyes roamed up her bare legs, over her smooth thighs, to the shorts that had ridden high up.

Her shorts clung tightly around her mound as she leant forward, her breasts swaying as she moved. I stared at her breasts, at her deep cleavage, at the hint of her dark, erect nipples. I looked up and found her staring at me. "Will you help me?" she asked, her voice a little husky. I nodded dumbly, not daring myself to speak. She leant back again, her breasts pressing forward against her top. I knelt at her side and reached down to run my hands over her calf, leaning over her and holding her ankle with one hand while I kneaded her calf with the other. The closeness of her, her smell, the feel of her skin against my hand, all sent messages straight to my length.

I stifled a moan, all the time becoming more and more aware of her. I rubbed her leg harder, suddenly realising that her muscles didn't feel tense at all, that there was no cramp.

And then she touched me. As I leant over her, she reached out and touched my leg, her hand pressing down hard into the muscles of my thigh. Then her hand was moving upwards into the leg of my shorts, into the thin Lycra lining that meant I didn't need to wear any boxers. Her hand was like fire on me as she touched my length, as she squeezed me, as I let out a deep moan. She sighed as she ran her hand along my shaft, as her thumb rubbed across my length head.

I was frozen to the spot, unable or unwilling to move as her hand moved slowly up and down, my breathing harsh.

"Play me, " she whispered.

At first I thought I misheard her, but then she spoke again as she pulled her hand away, louder, more urgently.

"I want you ...

play me ... play me hard ...

quickly." She rolled away from me and turned to lean over the fallen tree, her soft place pointing at me. I shuffled on my knees behind her, dragging her shorts and panties down over her soft place. I gasped her soft place was a perfect heart shape, her puckered warmth hidden between the cleft of her firm, tight cheeks. Her skin was tanned like the rest of her, just the hint of a pale line where she'd been wearing a thong.

She wriggled her soft place, her tight little warmth now winking back at me. "Quickly.." I dragged my shorts down, my length springing up, as thick and as hard as I could remember being in a long while. She eased her legs apart as pressed my length between her thighs, my pre cum smearing across her warm skin. I felt her hand reaching for me for briefly, guiding me. And then I was inside her, inside her warm, wet softness, being pulled deep into her body. I pressed hard, sliding into her in one long thrust, meeting her as she pushed back against me. I held her hips, both of us moaning as I held us together, her tight softness moulded around my throbbing length.

I began to move, sliding into her slowly at first, then deeper, harder, faster, meeting her demands as our cries echoing around the trees.

She came quickly, her juices hot around my length as her climax tore through her. I reached out and ran a finger tip over her soft place, scratching her lightly and making her cry out again as I drove into her.

My cum erupted inside her, my length jerking as jets of thick cum spurted into her softness. I held her hips tight, dragging her against me, my head thrown back as I cried out. I slumped against her, both of us gasping for breath. After a few seconds, I knelt back up, turning her and pulling her into my arms. We kissed for the first time, neither of us really wanting to speak. We kissed gently at first, our lips barely touching, our tongues flicking out and meeting occasionally. Then I felt her tongue toying deliciously across my lips, then sliding between them, then dancing across mine.

I moaned and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth, the softness of her breasts against me.

Her hand snaked down between us, reaching for my length as our mouths locked together. My length rose up almost immediately.

I glanced down, surprised at how hard I was so quickly. She saw my glance and raised an eyebrow as if to say "I'm not complaining". We kissed again, her hand sliding down my length to cup my balls as I reached to caress her breast through her top. I eased her down onto her back in the soft grass. I stood up, my length bouncing in front of me as I stood over her and quickly pulled my shorts off while she did the same. As I dropped quickly back to my knees she reached for my length with one hand, and snaked her other arm around my neck, pulling me to her. Seconds later my length was nudging against her softness, and then I was inside her again, sliding easily through her juices and my cum until my balls were resting against her soft place. I stopped then, letting her hold me tight, her breasts squashed between us, our lips and tongues moving against each other. I moved slowly, rocking against her as her hips, her softness, came up to meet me. We rolled over, still locked together, and she began to play me, sliding up my length just a few inches at a time before dropping her body down hard to take me back deep inside her softness.

Gradually her movements become faster, more urgent, her breathing harsher. She cried out as she came, her moans muffled against my shoulder as she bit me. We rolled over again, and I played her hard, desperate to come again, to make her mine. I clamped my mouth onto her swollen nipple through her clothes, nipping and sucking as she clung to me, as my cum filled her. Eventually I rolled away from her. I lay on my back beside her, our arms touching, catching my breath. We rolled together and kissed quickly, suddenly aware of our nakedness, of where we were. We dressed quickly, and headed down the path, walking together as I pushed my bike. She reached for my hand as we walked and talked. She told me that she lived in an apartment only half a mile away, so we headed there.

We locked my bike up outside, and then headed towards her ground floor flat.

As she pulled her key from her pocket, she turned back to me. "By the way, " she said, blushing slightly, "My name's Helen." I stared at her for a moment.

"Pete, " I said, before we both dissolved into giggles.

She opened the door quickly and pulled me inside.

We couldn't stop laughing, perhaps from the release of tension, perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from the relief of being together at last. Once we recovered, Helen showed me around. From the entrance hall, there was a bathroom off to the left, and a bedroom opposite the main door. To the right was lounge, with a small kitchen off of that. The whole apartment felt light and roomy, and some how suited Helen perfectly. She led me into the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine. "Hungry?" I nodded, and watched as she opened the fridge. She started pulling some things out onto the work top.

"Why don't you grab a shower, while I rustle up a salad or something?" It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest that she join me, but something told me that she needed time on her own. Helen pointed out where the towels were, and left me to it. Ten minutes later, I rejoined her, a towel around my waist.

I smiled at her, enjoying her eyes on me as I squeezed into the kitchen next to her.

She pointed to the plates and dishes scattered around, and asked me to take them out onto the table while used the shower.

She gave me the briefest of kisses as she passed, and then left me to it. By the time I'd moved everything onto the table, and topped up our wine glasses, she was back. I felt my length stretching as she came back into the room. She was wearing a loosely tied towelling robe that reached half way down her thighs, showing off her legs as she walked. It hung open a little as she combed her fingers through her hair, the movement of her arms pulling the two sides apart to offer me glimpses of her cleavage. I sat down quickly, smiling at her, indicating the food with a flourish. We ate hungrily, chatting between mouthfuls, talking about anything and everything.

Afterwards, we cleared up together and then sat on the settee that ran along one edge of the room.

We sat at opposite ends, but turned towards one another to talk. Helen curled one leg up on the settee, her gown falling away from her thigh. She reached across and touched my leg when we shared a joke, both of us totally at ease. I got up and refilled our wine glasses.

I went to put them back down on the coffee table by the settee, but Helen stood up. "I've got a better idea, " she told me.

Taking her glass from me, she took my hand and led me through to the bedroom. Helen took my wine glass from me and put it down with hers, before switching on the lamp on the bedside table.

She stepped back into my arms, her body warm against me even through her robe. We kissed, a long, lingering kiss, letting our passion, our desire, rise through our bodies as our tongues slipped and danced across each other. She moved her hand down my chest and belly, running her fingers through the dark hairs, scratching me lightly with her nails. I shuddered with pleasure as she dipped her head and toyed with my nipples, one after the other, biting and sucking them. I moaned as her mouth moved over my chest, and then down onto my belly as she dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down at her, my fingers entwined in her hair as she reached for the towel that still hung around my waist. She looked up at me, and then down as she tugged at the towel, her eyes widening as my length bounced free, as she looked at me properly for the first time. I'm told that I've got a good sized length, thick as well as long, and slightly curved at the end when I'm hard or very hard as I was now. Helen sighed, and then leant forward, her tongue flicking to toy away a bead of pre cum, my length jerking at her touch. She slipped her hand around my shaft, watching intently as she slowly peeled my skin back, pulling back tight and squeezing another drop of my clear fluid out of me. Helen rubbed her thumb across my length head, massaging my pre cum into me, her eyes now on mine. She pushed my length up against my belly, and still looking at me ran her tongue up my shaft, from the very base to the very tip. Then she did it again, this time starting lower as her tongue ran across my balls, then again, this time sucking my balls gently into her mouth, one at a time.

I groaned as she pulled my length back towards her, and again as my length head disappeared into her mouth, her lips stretched around me, her tongue toying at me. She sucked hard, and I automatically pushed my hips forward, driving my length deeper into her mouth. We both moaned as she sucked me, as I rocked my hips against the bobbing of her head. I felt my balls tightening, but I wanted more, much more, of Helen. I eased backwards, pulling my length away from her. She looked up, and I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She was stood maybe a foot in front of me, my length still jutting out towards her. Her robe was hanging open a little, showing me a hint of her breasts and tummy.

I reached out and tugged at the loosely tied belt. It came undone as she stepped closer, as she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed, her naked breasts warm and firm against me, her nipples pressing into me. I felt the soft hair on her mound brushing against my length, her belly warm against mine. I moaned against her lips as I reached around her and pulled her tight to me, my hands cupping her shapely soft place through her robe. I broke our kiss and turned her around in my arms. She stood still, her back to me, as I brushed her hair to one side and leant forward to kiss the side of her neck. I eased her robe off her shoulders a little and kissed them one at a time, savouring the feel, the taste of her skin. I slipped the robe off her shoulders completely and stood back, watching it slide down her arms and onto the floor, leaving her naked for the first time.

I gazed down at her perfect soft place, remembering the sight of her bent over the fallen tree in the woods. I reached out to her and turned her back towards me. I groaned as I looked at her breasts for the first time. They were bigger, firmer than I'd imagined, with tips that seemed to sweep upwards, her dark, erect nipples perched at the end. Her belly was flat, and flared out into her hips, then back into her long, shapely legs. Her softness nestled at the junction of her thighs, her pouting lips barely hidden by the neatly trimmed short, soft hair. "Come, " she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed that now seemed to fill the room. We kissed again at the side of the bed, before she pushed me gently backwards. I lay back and held my arms out for her to join me, but instead she indicated for me to roll onto my front. I did, and she quickly straddled me, sitting on my thighs and leaning forward to rub my back and shoulders, her hands moving slowly but firmly over me. I could feel her gradually moving backwards, her soft place sliding along my legs as she stretched out further. Her breasts, her hard nipples, stroked along my back and across my soft place. She moved to one side of me, kneeling on the bed as her hands moved along my legs, sliding higher, then around to the inside of my thighs.

I instinctively opened my legs, feeling her hands siding between them, then up and onto my soft place. Helen leant forward again, showering my back with kisses as her hand slipped between my legs and stroked my balls, before sliding underneath me to stroke my length. "Turn over, " she whispered huskily, her breath hot in my ear.

I rolled over, my length rearing up then slapping back against my belly. She leant over me again, kissing and biting my nipples, then down over my belly until she was above my length. I reached for her, cupping her breasts, feeling them filling my hand for the first time as she toyed along my shaft.

I rubbed her nipple, her moans suddenly muffled as she engulfed my length in her warm, wet mouth. I reached out to her, caressing her soft place, feeling her long, blonde hair swishing across my thighs as her head bobbed up and down. I held her hips, pulling her towards me.

For a moment my length slipped out of her mouth as she moved as I wanted her to, straddling me and lowering her softness towards my mouth.

I pulled her to me, reaching up and flicking my tongue across her personal place and softness, feeling her juices wet on me. I sucked on her, tasting her, as she dropped her head again and drew me back into her willing mouth.

For a few minutes the room was quite except for our moans, for the wet, exciting sounds of sex. Then, with a groan, Helen lifted her head away from my length, unable to cope with my throbbing length as her own orgasm started to build. She pushed her soft place back towards me, pressing her softness harder against my mouth, grinding down against my tongue and lips. Her hands were still on me as her head rocked from side to side, as I drove my tongue deep inside her, as I sucked and toyed and kissed her personal place and softness.

Her grip tightened on my shaft as I pulled her to me, my hands on her hips, then across her soft place, a finger rubbing at her puckered warmth. Then she came, her juices flooding into my mouth. I sucked her hard, then more gently, my tongue flicking inside as her body trembled at the force of her orgasm as it crashed through her. She cried out, her head now resting against my length as her orgasm ran its course.

I pulled her around, kissing her, sharing her taste as she fed my length into her hot softness. I drove into her, lifting my hips off the bed as I buried my length deep inside her.

She sat up, leaning back, her breast thrust upwards. I reached for her as she fell forward again, her breasts filling my hands, her nipples hard against my palms. I played her hard - hard and fast and deep as we both cried out. Helen came again, holding me tight as I drove into her, as my cum flooded her, my length jerking inside her with every thick jet of cum. We clung to each other afterwards, kissing gently until my length slipped out of her. We lay on our backs, side by side, catching our breath, our bodies just touching.

I watched Helen as she got up to fetch our wine glasses, watching how beautiful and sexy she was.

I watched as she leant forward to pick the glasses up, how her breasts swung forward, still firm and full and shapely. I watched her soft place as she moved away from me, her softness peeking out, wet and fulfilled, as she leant forward. I watched how graceful she was, how she moved, as she came back to me. I sat up a little and took my glass from her, reaching forward to cup her breast. She giggled and brushed my hand away, lying on her side beside me, her head propped up on her hand as we sipped our wine and talked. We told each other about ourselves, laughing and chatting. Helen put her wine glass to one side and touched my chest as we talked, her fingers rubbing me lightly. Her hand roamed over my chest and belly, moving gradually towards my length. She stroked me, my shaft stiffening in her hand, her eyes now on mine. Helen leant over so that we could kiss, her breasts sweeping across my chest. I slipped a hand behind her neck, holding her lightly as our tongues explored, her hand moving slowly up and down.

She broke our kiss and sat beside me, her legs tucked under her gorgeous soft place. Leaning over, she sucked me, moistening my length before sitting up again. She looked intently at my length as she began stroking me again, her hand pulling my skin back tight before sliding back up my shaft. Her other hand curled around my balls, caressing and squeezing them.

She murmured quietly, almost to herself, saying how big I was, how hard, how thick, how long.

And every time she spoke my length jerked in her hand, and seemed to grow even harder, longer, thicker. I groaned as Helen started to move faster, as she leant over and sucked me, as her fingers strayed beyond my balls towards my soft place. Her hand became a blur, my moans deeper and louder. I sat up, pulling her to me, kissing her hard, her hair a curtain around us. I groaned that I would cum, that I wanted her, but she just kissed me harder and pushed me back on the bed. I lay back, my body tensing as my balls tightened. She leant forward, her breasts swaying over me, my length brushing against them. I cried out as I came, as fountains of cum erupted from my throbbing length. Helen held me, moving my length between her breasts and against her nipples, aiming my jets of cum at her body. As my cum subsided, she rubbed my length against her rock hard nipples, both of moaning at the sensations sweeping our bodies. Helen ran a finger between her breasts, scooping up some cum before sucking her finger into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. She did it again, but this time held her finger out to me. It sucked it tentatively, tasting my cum.

Then we kissed, sharing more of the taste, the feel, of me. After wiping the rest of my cum from Helen, we lay back again. This time I had my head propped up while Helen lay flat and this time it was me gently running my hand over her body. I ran my hand over her flat belly, feeling the taut muscles as I caressed her. She moaned softly, relaxing back on the bed and enjoying my touch.

I slid my hand up towards her breasts, running my fingers over the underside of them, then up towards her nipples. Helen moaned as cupped one breast, rubbing her nipple with the ball of my thumb as I leant over her and toyed the other one. I sucked on her, gently at first, then harder as drew her nipple, and then part of her breast, into my mouth. She reached out to me, holding my head, her fingers wrapped in my hair and pulling me to her. I rubbed her hard nipples, catching the taut, rubbery flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked her. She was almost writhing under me, her hands reaching past me to rub at her own personal place.

I pushed them away, wanting her, wanting to tease her. I slid lower, my tongue trailing down between her breasts, then down onto her belly.

I swirled my tongue around her belly button as I moved down the bed and between her legs. I looked up at her. Helen had her eyes shut, her head thrown back.

She was holding her own breasts, caressing her nipples. She sighed with pleasure, with anticipation, as I slid my hands under her tight soft place. I flicked my tongue across her personal place, sending tremors through her body.

I sucked on her gently, my tongue moving against her erect flesh.

She reached for my head again, her legs thrown open, and pushed me down towards her softness. Her hips rose up off the bed as she urged me on, as she made it clear what she wanted, what she needed. I teased her for a moment longer, sucking her personal place then turning my head sideways to kiss and toy my way along the soft insides of her thighs. I looked down at her softness, at her dark pink lips, swollen with desire. She pulled her knees back, exposing herself totally to me. I toyed from her personal place downwards, sucking and toying, teasing her personal place and softness, poking at her tight puckered warmth with my tongue and then plunged my tongue inside her, sucking on her, toying her.

Helen writhed under me, her body on fire. I toyed her and sucked her and kissed her. I sucked on her lips, one at a time, then both together. I played her with my tongue, plunging my tongue inside her to reach as deep as I could. I toyed with her personal place, nibbling her and sucking while I slid my finger inside her wanton body. I teased her soft place, feeling the tight, sensitive ridges around her soft place beneath my fingers and tongue. I moved from her personal place to her softness and back again, learning from her reactions, from her body, what she wanted, what she needed. I discovered new things about her as she guided me from one part of her body to another, as her climax built deep inside her. When she came, it was if a tidal wave of pleasure had ripped through her. She cried out, her grip on my hair tightening as she clamped her thighs around my head. Her juices flooded from her as a rosy tinge crept up between her breasts. She let go of me so that she could grab her own breasts again and tug at her engorged nipples. Her tightly clenched thighs kept my mouth hard against her, her juices gushing into my mouth. I toyed and sucked her, prolonging her agony, her ecstasy, as her body trembled with the strength of her climax.

"Play me, " was all I could hear as she cried out again, "Play me hard ... quickly ... now ... please ..." I dragged myself away from her, and knelt up. Helen still had her knees drawn back, and for a moment I just gazed down at her beautiful, sexy body.

Her lips were red and engorged, her personal place erect. Her body was slick with her juices, her soft place winking at me, wet and inviting. I glanced at my length, at how hard I was despite cumming not long ago.

I pressed forward, and drove my length into Helen's waiting body. Her softness clenched around my length, moulding itself to every vein, every ridge, every contour of me. I leant over her as she wrapped her long legs around me, drawing me even deeper inside her softness.

She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, her nipples rock hard as I dipped my head and drew them into my mouth, my soft place tightening as I pumped into her. She reached around me, her finger finding my soft place and pushing inside me. I let out an almost animal like roar as I drove into her even harder, her finger plunging inside me as I came, as she came, as we clung together, our lust, our need, our desire, satisfied for now. We fell asleep curled up together, my arms around her, cupping her breasts while my length lay between her cheeks. And that was how we woke up hours later, woken by the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Helen rolled onto her back and stretched, her body naked for me to stare at, to savour. "Morning, " I told her as I leant over and kissed her. We made love again, slowly, almost lazily, taking our time as Helen lay on top of me before we rolled over, our hands and mouths exploring wherever they could reach while our bodies were fused together as one. Afterwards, Helen used the bathroom, and then went to get us some fruit juice while I took my turn. I sat on the bed, propped up against the pillows, and watched her as she returned, enjoying the fluid movement of her lean but curvy nakedness. She lay across the bed, her head on my thighs, sitting up just enough to drink her juice as I reached down to hold her.

Helen sat up and took my glass from me when we'd finished our drinks.

She lay back down on the bed, this time lying face down across the bed. I joined her, my arm around her, my hand moving slowly up and down her back. We chatted for a while, still finding out about each other. As we talked, we looked at each other in the mirror at the side of the bed, nodding and smiling. As the minutes passed, I rolled onto my side, my hand moving lower onto Helen's soft place, my fingers sliding along the deep cleft between her tight cheeks.

Her legs eased apart as I searched lower, quickly finding her still hungry softness, my fingers playing across her personal place and softness before slipping inside her as pushed her soft place upwards. She reached a hand between us, quickly finding my hardening length.

She stroked me, her hand moving in time to mine as I fingered her. Letting go of me, she rose up onto her hands and knees, her back arched, her soft place pointing at me as I moved behind her. "Quickly, " she urged me, looking back over her shoulder.

I eased my length into her again, our eyes locked in the mirror in front of us.

I reached around her, holding her swaying breasts as I moved with her, our bodies rocking together. As her softness tightened around my length, as I reached deeper inside, as I moved faster, I held her hips, my eyes drawn to her soft place. I eased her cheeks apart, gazing down at her tight, puckered warmth.

Glancing up, I saw Helen watching me in the mirror. I slipped a hand under her, and rubbed a finger across her softness. My eyes were on hers again in the mirror as I rubbed my now wet finger against her soft place. I pressed harder, and then I was inside her, just the tip of my finger but still she moaned and pressed back against me, enjoying the new experience. She watched and moaned as I fingered her gently, my length deep inside her.

"I want you there, " she murmured, her eyes on mine.

At first I wasn't sure what she had said, or what she meant. "I want you there ...

I want all of you .. I want to give you everything ...

quickly ...

" With a groan I pulled my length out of her, and rested it against her soft place, my length head next to the puckered entrance. "Yes, " she almost hissed, "Please..." I stroked my fingers along my length, leaving them wet with her juices, before pushing back inside her softness. "No .....

" she moaned, before realising what I was doing as I eased my fingers back inside her.

A few minutes later she spoke again. "Now..." was all she said.

I pulled my fingers out of her soft place, and my length from her softness. Leaning over her, I pressed my length head, now drenched in her juices, against her soft place. Helen moaned and pushed back against me, and then, with an almost audible "pop" I was inside her. I sank down into her slowly, just my length head to start with, then an inch of my throbbing shaft, then two inches, then all of me. I held still as both of us got used to the sensations pouring through us.

I played her slowly, only speeding up when she told me to, when she reached under herself and rubbed her personal place. Then her fingers were inside her softness, pushing up against my length as I drove into her faster and deeper. My length was on fire, waves of pain and pleasure ripping through me. I cried out that I was going to cum just as Helen let out a sob of pleasure, her body tightening around me.

My cum gushed from me, the first few spurts deep inside Helen's soft place, and then I was pulling out of her, stroking my length and sending what seemed like endless streams of cum onto her soft place and back, and then onto her breasts and face as she rolled over, her fingers still embedded in her softness.

When we had got our breath back, Helen led me to the shower.

This time we showered together, running soapy hands over each other as the water cascaded over us, washing the cum and juices from our bodies. We dried each other in big white towels, and then rustled up some toast and coffee for breakfast, sitting around naked apart from the towels wrapped around us. Over breakfast, we planned our long weekend, not needing to say that we would spend it together.

I helped Helen clear up, and then asked innocently "Where shall we start then...

" Helen grinned and tugged my towel away. She reached for my length, and gave me a lewd look as she reached up to kiss me. "I know exactly where we can start, " she murmured against my lips. Who was I to argue??