I threw a small party for a dozen or so of my friends Friday night. Sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up from the city, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend’s backpacking. Something his wife never really liked. I think she went home to mother, or some such.

Anyhow, the party went late, and when it was breaking up, John asked if he could stay on the sleeper in the living room rather than try to drive on at night to a dark campground.

Of course, I said sure.

John and I made up the sleeper, and then I went to take a shower. When I came out in my robe, he was in the bed reading. I said goodnight and headed for my bedroom when he made some funny comment about what he’d just read.

I laughed too and went over to read the passage he’d commented on. When he showed me the article, I recognized it, and we started talking about it. I was soon sitting on the side of his bed, participating in an animated discussion.

As we talked, I realized what a real cutie he really was -- all that dark hair, those strong shoulders (all I could see of his body), and those great teeth that showed when he smiled.

I got to thinking what a great find his wife had. Then, somehow, he made some gesture, and his hand ended up on my thigh -- and I really don’t know how to explain this, but my hand suddenly went there on top of his.

He looked up at me with a funny look on his face and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze, and he tried to pull his hand away. But I held it there.

He smiled and said, “Ann, I can’t. Really.”

You know, The Speech. I just murmured and bent down and kissed him. And of course, the robe fell open, and of course, his hand went inside it, and about halfway through the kiss, I knew we we==re in trouble. We sort of stayed that way for a while, and then I moved my legs up onto the bed. His hand went from my side to my back, and his other hand went to my butt, stroking it gently.

I pulled the covers from under me and ran my hand down his chest and across his stomach. He was so strong, too! I nibbled on his ear, and he just moaned. Well, this was fun and all that, but he was right, he WAS (I mean, “is”) married, after all.

His hand was now on my breast, and I was going to have to decide something soon. I made a decision, sat up, and then swung my leg over to straddle him. He looked disappointed as I sat up, and then delighted as I moved my leg across his body. He was on his back, and I was sitting across his thighs. Now he could put both hands on my breasts. He was so strong, and yet so gentle! His hands just sort of came up my rib cage and stroked my breasts from underneath to the nipple. I found I could sort of sag into his palms.

I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, and then every once in a while, needing a little oral contact, I bent down and kissed him or let him suck my tits. I was warm all over, and every part of him I touched was warm, too. Then his hand went around and began to play with my butt again. I lifted myself up and moved up until I was directly above his cock. I was really wet by now and could feel my cum running out. I set my pussy on his balls and just stroked it up his shaft. Up, lift, back, down, again and again. His cock was really getting wet!

He just moaned, and then moved his hand to grab both my cheeks. He tried to move me just that bit farther up to where he could slide in, and I really wanted to, but I knew things would be different tomorrow and next week.

“No,” I said, “but wait.”

He was getting even longer and really throbbing! His hand began alternating from my breasts to my butt. His legs went up and then down, and I could feel his pelvis thrusting in time to my stroking. His eyes were squeezed shut, and that great smile of his was all across his face! I could feel myself throbbing, too. I was working up a sweat (I almost laughed out loud when I realized I’d now need ANOTHER shower!) but he felt so good beneath me I couldn’t stop.

My clit was bumping the top of his cock every time I slid up there, and I was just about out of control until--THERE!--and there again!--and again!--I was coming, and the contractions just wouldn’t stop. I collapsed onto him, with my legs wrapped around his thighs and my feet tucked between his calves, my breasts crushed against his chest, and his hands stroking my butt and my back.

I really don’t think he came, but he was looking really good! Besides, it was too wet down there to really tell in the half-light. I would have loved to stay all night. But, like I said, he was married, and it just wouldn’t do to have slept with him.

After a few moments, I tore myself away and staggered back to my bed, firmly and quietly shutting the door behind me (no ideas, John!). I was asleep almost before I was in my own bed (cold sheets!). When I awoke, it was late Sunday morning, and John was gone. He’d stripped the bed and left a pile of musky-smelling sheets. I’m sure he had to hike a few extra miles to get me out of his system!

I don’t know about all of you down in the chilly Bay Area, but up here, the weather was really nice Saturday. So nice, in fact, that it encouraged me to engage in another of my exploits. Not that I planned it, of course. I packed a lunch and headed for the river, the afternoon being just too hot, even for mint juleps in the backyard.