She filled the silence with, "What else?"
But I had already formulated what I was going to say, "You really haven't changed." She looked down at my hands stroking her. "Your body, I mean, you feel...the same."
"I wish. I'm fat."
"What?? Not at all." I squeezed her thigh just above her knee.
"No. Not my legs, up top."
At that I lay my hand over her belly. Taking her comment as permission, and stroking my hand in a circle, the movement causing her dress to ride higher still. There has always been something about being able to touch a pregnant ladies tummy.
"Your pregnant Sara."
She was looking down at my hand as I was clinically exploring her flesh. She took my hand by the wrist and said, "Feel that," as she set my hand just above her hip at the side. "Feel all that blubber. THAT's fat bro."
I squeezed the bulge of flesh at her hip, "That's for the baby. Come on. You look so fucking sexy," I deftly moved my hand across her abdomen to a point low below her navel and just above her pussy mound, "and you know it." I could just feel the edge of her pussy hairs.
She did not react at all, only the hint of a smile as I called her sexy. She simply responded, "You should see me naked now."
"Ok."
"Not what I mean." She swatted at me. "My breasts sag."
"Uh, they look good from here."
"Not lately. They're huge, they got veins."
I let my hand wander up and lay my hand right over her breast, for the second time.
"Jason!" Her voice was even, but she was not pushing me away or stopping me.
"Just checking. They are NOT sagging." I roamed over her breasts. Again, oh so clinically, I continued, "they ARE bigger than I remember though." I began squeezing, lifting them up. Feeling their heft. She letting me.
"You're SO BAD, seriously," and she finally moved my hand away, and closed her eyes. "We are talking. Be-Have." Her sing song voice. "Besides, my nipples ache. They are way too sensitive."
I relented that moment, and moved my hand back to her middle, rubbing and caressing her soft skin across her tummy, down over her hips and upper thighs, keeping the fabric of her little dress covering where my hand roamed. Watching her reaction the whole time.
As my hands ran along her hips she surprised me with, "You watch any porn?"
"Excuse me. I'm supposed to answer that?"
"Do you?" She asked again.
"Do you?"
"I have a video. It's like the only porno I've ever really seen." She opened her eyes to check my reaction.
"At the house?"
"Hidden. It's just a bunch of home video type scenarios, amateur, all put together. There is one called 'Gang Fuck Debutantes.'"
"Gang Fuck, what?" I bit. "They never have good names."
My hands softly stroking her tummy, like I was petting her, drawing my hands down from her hips or down from her tummy, low into her crotch until I could feel the V of her puss, over and over. The tease of her cunny hairs, those hairs I could literally feel trailing up to her navel. Her dress had fallen to the top of her thighs, but it was so dark. I could only see a dark opening between her legs, her knees risen up over my legs.
She continued talking as I touched, massaged, caressed her, "It's really pretty fucking hilarious. Some of it is sad. I don't think its very good because none of the women actually look like they are enjoying themselves. And the men mostly look bored. It's like, what's the fucking point??? Earn your money! Show some enthusiasm! Christ."
"Why do you keep it?"
"Don't know. The hiddeness." She opened her eyes and met mine, the whites glowed. "I like secrets Jason. It's what I inherited from...OUR relationship. It's hid right in our room."
Taking in what she said my cheeks grew warmer. Her body was so fucking incredible. I began to slip my hand back to her thighs, running my hands up and down the top of her legs, and insinuating my fingers along on her inner thighs under her dress as I caressed her. Skin to skin.
As I continued touching her I kept my end of the conversation going, "Touché. Then we should watch it some time."
"Maybe." Her thoughts were muddling, "you never answered my question. You watch any?"
"Only on the computer. Sometimes. More lately." I laughed, "I mean I'm a guy, newly single," I let my hand run up her bare hip, under her dress, slipping my fingers under the fabric and running up her hip bone, so that the edge of my hand was touching the edge of her puss hairs from the side. I almost came. It had been so long.
At the brush of my fingers on her bush she reacted, "Hey, careful there!"
"I just wanted a little feel, I love the feel of your hair," and I tipped my hand under her dress right along the top of her bush. "A little touch."
"Stay inside the lines," she said wiggling her hips. It was an old phrase between us, one I had not heard in a long time.
"You don't shave." She shook her head, and I went back to rubbing her legs, but she was not indicating she wanted any of this to end. "So why do you watch it if you don't really like it?"
"Good question. There are a few acrobatic ones which make me kind of turn my head to the side. A few pretty kinky scenes. If I'm really horny, I watch it and masturbate."
I was getting aroused, and I think that had been her intention. My cock was throbbing. She had to be wet. My hands drifting back up over her hip, rubbing her bare skin.
My mouth was dry and I continued the thread of conversation as her body kept opening up to me. "You watch it lately?" Running my hand back over the top of her mound, letting my thumb graze her hairs again. So delicious, god I wanted her. I knew this was driving her crazy, and so I stayed 'inside the lines.'
She frowned, "Haven't in a long time, just not in the mood. Been in more of a literary mood. And in light of our conversation...I like erotica."
Now I raised my eyes. "Quite the kinky little lady."
"My hormones have been crazy. Its all the pregnancy and birth. Remember my friend Dennis? He was, by the way, the first person to ever get me high."
"Yeah, I remember him."
I was stroking her higher up her torso, over her belly. The dress was so loose I was able to rub her up to just below her breasts, where the dress cinched around her ribs. I was sitting right against her butt now so her thighs were bent up at my hip, and her dress fallen down around her legs. So erotic, so delicious.
"He found an old beat up copy of a Hustler magazine. We were pretty young. There were all these pictures of naked women. But that did nothing for me, but as I was looking, a section caught my eye. I was like, 'what is this?' It was the Letters Section. There was this story about some girl getting fucked in her office. Supposedly a true story. I remember asking for the stories, and he let me tear them out. I kept them hidden under my bed."
I like to buy copies of Club Magazine, filled with true life erotic stories that people had written. I became so enthralled with them. I'd sit there and read and lose track of time. My husband found my stash one time and made me get rid of them."
"Did you?"
"Yes. It was no big deal." And noticing my reaction she added, "But I got more." Her wry smile that I had not remembered seeing in years as she added, "and hid them better." The Sara I remembered. "Now they are all over the web. Found a site I kind of liked. A few months ago, I went looking again on the internet. I don't even remember when or why. Just before you showed up, my hormones I think. Mark is pretty standoffish now I'm pregnant."
"Some guys are like that." Interesting I thought, "So what do you like?"
"I been reading incest stories." She had pronounced it inn-cest.
"Of course."
"An extra little thrill for me, considering. So I'd get online sometimes, read a bunch of stories until I was all hot and bothered, and..."
I realized then that after all these years she was still fantasizing about me. I croaked out, "Masturbate." God I could just feel my cock sliding in her then.
I had my hands low on her belly again and tickled my way down over the top of her puss, tickling the hairs of her pussy, her legs bent up over my lap and her the hem of her dress now even with my hand. I could just make out the white of her legs and the triangle of hair between her legs. She was all lain out for me, her arms raised up over her head buried in her disheveled hair.
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I pressed further and slid my fingers down along either side of her outer cunny lips, whereupon she casually tugged my hand out from between her legs. The dress still raised up, she did not cover herself. She simply said, "We probably need to talk about something else."
I quickly suggested, "Like, how about, when was the first time you ever had an orgasm?"
She laughed, "How about something besides perversion or my pussy."
"You've never told me. I'm curious considering all the revelations. Just tell me, I'd tell you."
"Oh God. This conversation is going down the wrong path." There was silence, but it was because she was thinking. "I can hardly remember."
She was completely ignoring me now as I rubbed my hands over her body. Long strokes along her legs, and over her hips. Up her sides and across her tummy, up and down the insides of her legs.
Her story began:
"For the longest time, the only way I ever had an orgasm was in the bathtub. I was actually pretty old before I knew an orgasm even happened. Not the kind of thing they teach in fifth grade sex ed. I think, when I finally figured out how to masturbate it was from a talk radio show."
"The person who'd called in, a girl, saying she couldn't have an orgasm. And I was like what's that? So the operator told her that there was this one trick that would never fail. Use the running water in the bathtub. This was interesting I thought, and it was obvious how they intended the water to run right through my little kitty."
"Oh god," I breathed. It had been awhile since she had used that word to describe her privates.
My cheeks were hot, and she noticed my reaction to that word, a smile spread on her face.
Memories.
A flash of pleasure and lust between us.
"So I headed straight to the bath to find out what they were talking about. I let the stream of water spray as I opened my legs. Mmmmm."
This time I rubbed along her hip bones to each side of her pussy with both my hands, and pressing my thumbs between her legs right along her pussy lips, and began to stroke up and down while pressing into her center from the outside of her lips. She was totally letting me rub her, I could feel the slight undulation of her hips as I rubbed her like that.
Her voice got softer, "The water was gushing down between my legs and then the stream hit just the right spot and I was like, oh my god!"
Her hips were undulating gently against my fingers as she thought about it, rubbing herself against my hand.
"It was good, really good." She arched her back as I pressed between her legs. "The flow of water, I held it there and then my whole body just exploded. That was the first time. I lay there in the bath thinking... hell yes! Now I know what all the fuss is about. Mmmmmm. Yum."
At that moment her cell phone rang.
"Hang on...sorry." She sat up a little, and then turned herself to the side and propped herself on an elbow to dig her cell phone out of her pocket, and I slid back and scooted behind her. She sort of laid on her side as she answered. The motion exposed her ass to me, and as she talked I tossed her dress over her hips as I continued rubbing her legs, until I had her bare ass and thighs turned to me. As she talked, she slid herself back against me and pinned me to the back of the sofa.