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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 1st Adventure>>>>>
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This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I'd "done" a
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married man (though god knows I've looked at 'em in the past!). When it
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was all through, though, he could say he'd still been (mostly)
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faithful. I threw this small party for a dozen or so friends Friday
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night, sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up from
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The City, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend's backpacking,
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something his wife never really liked. I think she went home to mother,
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or somesuch. Anyhow, the party went late, and when it was breaking up,
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John asked if he could stay on the sleeper in the living room, rather
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than try to drive on at night to a dark campground. I said sure. John and
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I made up the sleeper and then I went to take a shower. When I
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came out, in my robe, he was in the bed and reading. I said goodnight
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and turned to head for my bedroom when he made some funny comment
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about what he'd just read. I laughed too, and went over to see more.
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When he showed me the article, I recognized it and we started talking.
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I was soon sitting on the side of his bed, listening and watching.
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As I looked I realized what a real cutie he really was--all that dark
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hair, the strong shoulders (all I could see of his body), and those
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great teeth that showed when he smiled. I got to thinking what a great
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find his wife had. Then, somehow, he made some gesture and his hand
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ended up on my leg--and I really don't know how to explain this, but my
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hand suddenly went there on top of his. He looked at me funny and gave
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me a gentle squeeze as he tried to pull away, which I returned. He
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smiled and said, "Ann, I can't. Really." You know, The Speech. I just
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murmured and bent down to kiss him. Of course, the robe fell open
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and of course his hand went inside it and about halfway through the
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kiss I knew we were in trouble. We sort of stayed that way for a
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while and then I moved my legs up onto the bed. His hand went from
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my side to my back, and his other hand went to my butt, stroking it
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gently. I pulled the covers from under me and ran my hand down his
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chest and across his stomach. He was so strong, too! I nibbled on his
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ear and he just moaned. Well, this was fun and all that, but he was right,
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he WAS (I mean, "is") married, after all. His hand was now on my
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breast and I was going to have to decide something, soon. I made a
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decision, sat up, and then swung my leg over to straddle him. He looked
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disappointed as I sat up, and then delighted as I moved my leg across his
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body. He was on his back and I was sitting across his thighs. Now he
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could put both hands on my breasts. He was so strong, and yet so
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gentle! His hands just sort of came up my rib cage and stroked my
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breasts from underneath to the nipple. I found I could sort of sag into
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his palms. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, and then every
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once in a while, needing a little oral contact, I bent down and kissed
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him or let him suck my tits. I was warm all over and every part of him I
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touched was warm, too. Then his hand went around and began to play with
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my butt again. I lifted myself up and moved up until I was directly
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above his cock. I was really wet by now and could feel my cum running
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out. I set my pussy on his balls and just stroked it up his shaft.
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Up, lift, back down, again and again. His cock was really getting
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wet! He just moaned, and then moved his hand to grab both my cheeks.
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He tried to move me just that bit farther up to where he could slide
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in, and I really wanted to, but I knew things would be different
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tomorrow and next week. "No," I said, "but wait." He was getting even
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longer and really throbbing! His hand began alternating from my breasts to
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my butt. His legs went up and then down, and I could feel his
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pelvis thrusting in time to my stroking. His eyes were squeezed shut
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and that great smile of his was all across his face! I could feel myself
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throbbing, too. I was working up a sweat (I almost laughed out
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loud when I realized I'd now need ANOTHER shower!) but he felt so good
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beneath me I couldn't stop. My clit was bumping the top of his cock
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every time I slid up there and I was just about out of control
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until---THERE!---and there again!---and again!--I was coming and the
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contractions just wouldn't stop. I collapsed onto him, with my legs
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wrapped around his thighs and my feet tucked between his calves, my
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breasts crushed against his chest, and his hands stroking my butt and
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my back. I really don't think he came, but he was looking really good!
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Besides, it was too wet down there to really tell in the half light. I
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would have loved to stay all night. But, like I said, he was
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married and it just wouldn't do to have SLEPT with him. After a few
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moments I tore myself away and staggered back to my bed, firmly and
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quietly shutting the door behind me (no ideas, John!). I was asleep
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almost before I was in my own bed (cold sheets!). When I awoke,
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it was late Sunday morning and John was gone. He'd stripped the bed
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and left a pile of musky-smelling sheets. I'm sure he had to hike a few
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extra miles to get me out of his system!
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******************************************
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From the collection of -=*<Rough Rider>*=-
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