“Hi hon,” he called out, and Gina walked in from the dining room carrying a glass of wine. “I thought you said you’d be shopping by the time I got home, and here you are looking very hot with wine in hand. What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, I decided to meet Liz instead for a drink and catch the new Sean Connery movie at the mall,” she replied casually, finally making up her mind to get out of the house and take the plunge.
“Good idea. I’ll go to Joe’s and watch some of the football game, then maybe be waiting for you in bed when you get home. With a few glasses of wine and visions of Sean dancing in your head, you should be quite ready to jump my bones by 10,” he said winking and slapping her butt.
Yeah, right, Gina thought, you’ll be full of beer, snoring and farting by 10, denying me that exquisite 6 minutes of sensual heaven.
“Great, honey,” she smiled. “You keep that candle burning.”
“Well you be sure not to get a head start,” he said winking at her. “That Liz kinda scares me. She has a wild hair and I’m not at all sure she isn’t fucking carry out boys from the grocery, or at least, cyber fucking every loser on AOL with her favorite little hobby. I wouldn’t take her shit if I was Tom.”
“Relax, Reverend Graham,” Gina laughed. “Liz is nothing like you imagine and besides, maybe a little thrill isn’t such a bad thing for a girl once in awhile.”
Her husband had his eyebrow raised in question as Gina went out the door waving goodbye. Now what in the hell possesses you to say shit like that you idiot? she said to herself walking to her car.
As she drove north through the city, Gina dialed the number she knew so well. When his soft voice answered, her pulse quickened as always. “Hi Sailor. This is Pam from Triple X Escort Service and I need directions to your house.”
“Shit, Pam. I specifically asked for a YOUNG MALE. You better call your office and look for another gig,” Corey deadpanned right back.
Gina giggled and finally felt so right about her decision.
“So, let’s see, “ Corey continued. “It’s 6:15, so you spent the last three hours weighing pros and cons of coming to see me. What clinched it? My suave personality or my drop dead gorgeous body?”
“Actually neither, Romeo,” Gina replied. “I was bored shitless and the first four guys were busy with soccer practices. It’s your lucky day.”
“God, I’m all atwitter,” Corey laughed. “Okay, write this down...” and he proceeded to give her directions to his house far out in the rolling hills of the Virginia countryside. “No one will be here until 11:00, so we have four hours to enjoy each other... exciting conversation I mean, of course. Just drive back to the barn. I’ll be inside feeding the horses.”
“Got it, hon. See you in 30 minutes,” Gina replied softly.
Gina drove fast, with windows down to let the warm, late summer breeze whip through her hair, enjoying the last sunlight as shadows descended on the green hills around her. She reflected on the past three months since she “met” Corey online (actually, just as her husband guessed, though Liz). They had hit it off right away. He was so natural and always could say anything to make her laugh, no matter what her mood was. They became friends quickly, and soon it was almost a daily ritual to get online and spend an hour “chatting” and learning about each other. It was about two weeks, she thought, before the casual chats took a more “personal” turn. Corey had begun “probing” her about her own sensuality and the things she most liked... or missed in her life. It was so easy to tell him, and soon she was typing her most secret thoughts and vivid dreams. Corey was not just a good listener. He had a way of putting back into his words, and his thoughts, exactly the most arousing images and descriptions of what he enjoyed and would do to her if they ever were together. She felt her kegel muscles contract involuntarily even now as she remembered each of his words. After several weeks of these extremely arousing chats online, where Gina had begun to find herself stroking herself through her panties at certain points in their Instant Message conversations, she surprised herself one day by suddenly typing. “CALL ME COREY”.
Some of the phone calls had been unbelievable. Gina had always been very shy about personal issues, and talk about sex, even with her female friends, was always a “guarded” thing. They often talked about masturbation and the great “toys” they owned, and she always felt naive. Of course, she had masturbated in high school and college, but very rarely after she married 15 years ago. She had just not thought it was important. Sex with hub was okay and orgasms might happen or not. Big deal. But, at age 37, Gina began to feel both her mind and her body change (or rebel), and hardly a day went by that she didn’t think about what she was NOT getting from her marriage. Candid talks with him led nowhere. He just didn’t get it, thinking her problems were a new fad brought on by Cosmo articles. She gave up trying with him. He was a wonderful man, great father, and she would love him forever. But, he would never be her lover. Just a fact of life.
So Gina did find herself “experimenting” with self arousal. Sometimes, while reading a very sensual scene in a book, or watching a good movie alone in bed, she would softly massage and stroke her breasts and tease her hardened nipples. If this sent signals down her tummy and moistened her pussy, she would begin to stroke there, as well. Soon, she learned exactly the touches that inflamed her and warmed her belly, and enjoyed long and intense orgasms from her experienced fingers. Of course, she never shared this with her husband, but tried adding the new dimension to their lovemaking once, hoping they BOTH might enjoy sex a little more, But, true to form, he had only pulled back and asked, “Jesus, Gina, wouldn’t you prefer me to do that?”. Yeah right, Stud. And once, Liz had loaned her vibrator to Gina for a “test”, which had easily produced an orgasm in minutes, but it was not nearly as satisfying as her own caresses. Actually, she thought while driving, nothing felt as good as touching herself while talking to Corey.
As Gina approached the mailbox marking his drive, she came out of her reverie and noticed for the first time that her panties were soaked beneath her skirt. She slowed and turned into the gravel drive that led past the small ranch log house to a large barn a quarter mile back. She felt her tummy turn over in anticipation of meeting Corey for the first time, wondering if the pictures he had sent online would look anything like the real person. Hearing her tires crunch on the stones, Corey walked out the huge double doored barn, wearing jeans, a baggy cut sleeved sweatshirt, and a great smile.
“You must be Pam,” he said leaning into her open window. With no awkwardness, he held her chin in one hand and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. Corey opened her door and Gina climbed out, showing a lot of long, tan leg, warming instantly to the stare and crooked smile he showed. “My, that’s a tasteful outfit you have on, dear,” he whistled. “Your little internet pic did no justice to the real package.”
“Thank you kind sir,” Gina replied. “But I feel slightly overdressed compared to your ‘ranch hand’ get up.”
“I agree, Gina. You definitely ARE overdressed. Let’s go inside and see what I can find to make you feel more at ease.” Putting his muscular arm around her shoulders, he led her up the path to the back door, kissing her once on her neck.
As he let her into the expansive, rustic kitchen, Gina immediately took in the style and layout and even with the little daylight left and no lights on, she could feel the touch of a woman not here. Her stomach lurched uncomfortably for the first time, remembering that both of them lived other lives and this was no high school date. Corey sensed her reaction, and moved his lean body against her back, wrapping his arms around her chest and nuzzling his lips against her neck.
“I know, Gina,” he whispered. “But she is gone tonight and I am thrilled you are here.” He then gently turned her around, and tilting her face up to his with his hand, kissed her more deeply on her soft mouth. Gina felt her whole body react to the kiss, returning it hungrily as she pressed herself against him, feeling his hardness push on her tummy. She moved her hands from his broad back and down to his tight ass, squeezing and pulling him closer against her. His hands slid down her back and under her loose top, his fingertips lightly caressing back up from her waist to her shoulders. Their kiss continued unhurriedly, their tongues exploring each other and enjoying the feel of each other without purpose or time on their minds. Gina unconsciously raised up on her toes to get her most sensitive spot against his bulging jeans, and felt her breasts free themselves as his fingers unclasped her bra. Finally, Corey broke off their kiss, pulling his head back slightly, and smiled down at her. Neither said a word, just letting their eyes talk, as his light touch slid from her back, under her arms, to her full, soft breasts. She sucked her breath in sharply as his fingers traced around and over her turgid nipples, and her pussy pushed harder against him. Still, there was no hurry on Corey’s part, his green eyes sparkled in the faint last light and his smile remained in place while his fingers played lazily over her breasts.
“Hmmm,” Gina moaned softly, “Do you think we might go sit on your couch, Honey, before I fall down?”
Corey chuckled. “You know what I hate, Gina? Patterns and predictability. It’s no fun to go from A to Z. I actually want nothing more right now than to have you naked in bed... beside me, under me, on top of me. But I won’t do that yet. Your legs are not only gorgeous, but quite strong as well, and I think they will hold you up awhile longer.”
He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, then pulled back and lifted her top over her head and slid her bra off her shoulders. She pulled his sweatshirt up, and Corey pulled it over his head and threw it on the countertop. They moved back together, this time more gently, reveling in the texture of each others bare skin. Gina loved the tickle of his chest hair against her nipples, and kissed his throat, again pressing her hips against his hardness. Corey bent down, kissing lightly her collarbone, then between her breasts. His mouth moved left, his lips tracing over her aureole and erect nipple, but never licking with his tongue, just light, teasing caresses with his soft lips. Gina felt, not heard, the low groan, and was not sure if it came from him or her. His lips continued moving down, over her sensitive abdomen and back and forth over the waistband of her skirt. Gina fought back the ticklish sensation and, again, wondered if her knees would hold out. He then went to his knees, sliding his hands up the back of her thighs, his fingernails dancing over her cheeks against her silky panties. She leaned back, resting against the island countertop, and closed her eyes. Corey lifted the bottom of her skirt and slid it up, exposing her black panties, which now were soaked through with her arousal. Gently, his lips and then tongue traced circles over her bare tummy, and then over the wet fabric of her panties, as his strong hands massaged her ass. She moved her leg slightly to open herself as his hands slid to the front of her thighs, then tickled along her tendons at the leg seams of her panties. His tongue continued a slow, delicious stroking up and down her lips through the wet fabric.
“Oh God,” Gina moaned. “This is torture. Why do you hate me?”
Corey looked up smiling. “Should I stop?”
“Stop? Never. Get me naked in bed? Absolutely!”
“Not yet, dear. Relax and enjoy.” Corey laughed and again began the slow tongue tickles that sent currents of pleasure down her legs and up her torso. Gina stiffened slightly when she felt his finger slide under the leg of her panties and slide effortlessly into her wet vagina. His tongue tip moved more firmly against her swollen clit as his finger caressed in circles against the wall behind her mound. Her hips began to rotate slightly of their own will and purpose, and she felt the first distant tremors that signaled her approaching orgasm. Corey, sensing her every feeling, reached up with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs to her ankles. Then removing each sandal, slid them off over her bare feet. The cool air against her wetness told her that nothing would now block the exquisite feeling of his tongue and fingers, and she spread her legs slightly in anticipation. However, again surprising her with his unpredictable playing, Corey lifted her right leg by the ankle and lightly licked the instep of her foot.
“Oh God, I should have known,” she giggled. “You’d never forget my feet.”
“Correct, and they really are lovely,” he chuckled, as his tongue moved over her toes and down her arch. Gina giggled more and tried to jerk away, but his hand locked over her ankle and held her in place. “Breathe deep and center the feelings,” he whispered.
So Gina did, leaning back against the counter and closing her eyes, feeling his tongue glide over sensitive soles, between her toes, and then his warm mouth close over her big toe. The currents shot up her leg and made her clit throb. Just as her own hand started to move to it for satisfaction, Corey’s fingers trailed up her thigh and teased it gently. His soft mouth followed, this time his tongue swirling in circles over and around the erect tissue, as his hands deeply massaged her ass. Gina felt her knees go weak and grabbed his hair, pulling his head against her. Quick flicks up and down the sides of her clit, the pulling it gently up between his lips, finally was too much.
“Ohhhhhhhh shit,” she groaned, thrusting herself against him, feeling the first wave crash over her. His tongue continued its gentle flicks at the base of her clit, while he sucked and pulled it with his lips. Her orgasm didn’t crest and crash as she was used to, but instead rolled on in endless spasms and gushing wet spurts. Her legs finally gave way, and Gina collapsed to the floor with Corey, pulling his face to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his face and lips.
Suddenly, Gina began to laugh and Corey followed.
“Okay, Mr. Unpredictable. Not bad for openers. Now can we please take a tour of your bedroom?” she asked, giggling.
“Oh shit, you mean there’s more?” he asked straight-faced.
“Come, Bawana,” Gina said, grabbing his hand and rising to move out of the dark kitchen. Corey pointed left and they walked down the hall to a large room at the end, the focal point of which was a king size four poster lodgepole pine bed. One small lamp was lit in the corner next to what most certainly have been his favorite reading chair. Gina moved to the side of the bed, unzipping and removing her last remaining piece of clothing and throwing it on the chair. Corey, shirtless, moved over and stood over her, his legs against the bed, between her knees.
“Now YOU are overdressed,” Gina whispered, kissing his stomach as her fingers undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. She then stood, turned his back to the bed, and pushed him flat on his back. She then lifted each leg and pulled off is boots and socks, playfully returning his earlier tickles up his sensitive arches. Then leaning over, she slid both his jeans and boxers over his raised hips and off his muscled, hairy legs.
“There. Much better.” Gina stood back, totally comfortable with her own body and nakedness, and unashamed at staring appreciatively at Corey’s. She didn’t move at first, one hand on her hip, just slowly drinking in each inch of his well defined body. Corey let her play her game, relaxing with his hands behind his head, a small smirk on his lips. His only problem in pulling off the “casual attitude” was that his penis was hard, and getting harder every second that her eyes looked at it. Her stare was itself a caress. Paybacks are hell.
“Come here, Gina.”
She moved to the bed, lifted his legs, and swung them lengthwise towards the base, and knelt with a knee outside each of his thighs. Reaching down with her right hand, she grasped his firm shaft, then rising up on her knees, rubbed its head up and down her lips and over her clit. Corey groaned and his closed briefly. “Put it in,” he whispered.
“Not yet,” answered Gina, smiling and liking the control she felt. Okay, it’s MY turn, she thought. “Is this how you do it, Corey?” she whispered, stroking slowly up and down, her finger and thumb pressing just below his pulsing head. “Do you go slow, or faster?” she continued, moving her hand more urgently up and down, watching the precum ooze from his slit. Corey moaned and lifted his hips. “Do you think of my pussy, how wet it is, how it feels gripping you?” Her hand slowed and gently massaged his now rock hard shaft.
“I want to be inside you,” he groaned, his green eyes piercing into hers.
“Not yet,” she whispered and smiled back at him. She rubbed in his head in circles over clit and pressed it to the opening of her vagina, and felt her own excitement begin to take over, so she quickly had to stop. Sliding back down his legs, Gina bent and licked his chest and hard stomach, then swirled the flat of her tongue over the head if his cock, tasting his sweet scent and his clear precum. Corey groaned louder and his hands went to her head, massaging and gently pulling her hair. Gina licked long strokes from his balls up the inside of his shaft, then slid her lips over him, pulling him into her warm mouth. Her hand massaged and tickled his sac, and she could feel by its tightness that he was close. She moved her hips over slightly, squatting so that her pussy was against his right shin, and began rocking so her clit slid over his bone.
“Do you want to cum, Corey?” she asked softly, raising her head slightly, but continued to stroke him gently.
“I want to cum inside you, Gina.” he growled.
“Oh my. But, I can cum so easily any minute now, just by rubbing myself against your leg and tasting your cock. What shall I do?” she teased.
Her hand continued slow strokes as her lips and tongue played around his head. Her pussy continued sliding up and down his shin, and Gina knew she wasn’t just teasing Corey, her clit was throbbing and she could feel her second orgasm only seconds from bursting forward. When Corey’s body began to go rigid, she pinched harder under his head and stopped stroking. Moving her hips again up his thighs, she raised up and gently pulled him inside her slippery opening. Leaning forward, her hands on his shoulders, she bent her head and kissed his lips. His hands moved to her full breasts hanging over him, his palms moving in wide circles against her hard nipples. It was sensory bliss for them both, and with one hard thrust up, his cock slid all the way in.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Gina groaned and pressed her clit against the base of his cock. She rocked gently and squeezed with her kegels, feeling warmth flood from her toes to fingertips. Corey moaned and his hips rose and fell to her rhythm, his head coming up and teeth finding a nipple to gently bite. His control was gone, and he let the freight train of his orgasm come powering up his legs, through his balls, and into his stomach. His cock strained and hot jets of cum shot through and out of him as he moaned and lifted Gina with his hips. The pulse of his cock and power of his orgasm threw her over. As he came, so did she. This one more intense than the first, longer, and much more satisfying with her ability to grip his large cock as her muscles convulsed and spasmed. As they finally both wound down from the intense orgasms, Gina laid against his chest, feeling him go soft insider her.
“First quarter rest period,” Corey chuckled, kissing her shoulder.
And then the phone rang.
“Shit. I can’t ignore that because Kelly is visiting a friend in New York. Could be her,” Corey said as he reached over Gina to grab the phone. “Hello.”
She watched his face, hearing slightly the metallic bursts of conversation near his ear. He nodded to himself several times, his eyes staring straight ahead at nothing at all, and for the first time in an hour, Gina felt totally alone and invisible to Corey. All one way conversation for several minutes, then he finally spoke.
“No Ben, I really am fine. I appreciate the call and everything you’ve done. Really.” A pause, then. “Yes, we’ll talk that over I promise, but as I told you, I’ve pretty much made up mind where to go with this. Sure, I’ll stay in touch. Good night.”
Reaching over her, he replaced the phone in its cradle and laid back against his pillow. Absently, he grabbed her hand and held it against his chest, but said nothing about the call.
“Okay, I know it is extremely rude and you can say its none of my business, but who and what was that? The temperature in here just dropped 30 degrees,” Gina said, propping herself up on an elbow.
“It’s not rude and I know you care, but it is something I can’t talk about, Hon,” Corey replied, turning his face to hers and smiling with his mouth, but not with his expressive green eyes. “In fact, you have to get dressed and leave. This has been one of the greatest hours of my life and I’ll cherish it forever, but you really have to go now.”
Gina was so shocked she could only stare back at him for a moment, trying to collect herself and understand this sudden change. He just stared back at her, offering no more explanation, but she noticed his eyes were filled as he seemed to will the tears from spilling.
“Okay, Corey. I won’t ask more.” And she pulled the blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed, wrapping herself, as she got up and collected her clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, dressed and with hastily re-applied make up, he was waiting for her by the door in his jeans and a fresh shirt. He pulled her head to his chest, holding it there several moments, then put his arm around her shoulders and walked her out to her car. He opened her door, then turned her to him.
“Gina, I will say this once. It’s crazy because I barely know you, but I do love you.” And he placed a finger against her lips as she started to reply. “No, don’t say anything. Just remember that always, no matter what.”
Then Corey tilted her chin up and kissed her softly once more on her lips, and then gently moved her into her seat and closed her door. Before she could turn the key in the ignition, he had turned and walked back towards his house. Gina finally started her car and drove out the long drive, tears running down her face, and not having the first clue what had just happened in the most exhilarating and confusing night of her life.
For weeks after, Gina would get online at every opportunity looking for Corey to pop up on her “buddy list”. But “HORSEMAN52” never showed up again, and her emails came back “undeliverable - no recipient by that name”. She even got bold enough to call his house, but never got anything but a machine and, of course, hung up without a message. The pain did not lessen, it got worse, as she remembered every second of the one hour she spent with Corey and the total confusion about the phone call and his disappearance from her life. Her husband, her friends, and her kids all asked her constantly what was wrong with her, which she tried to explain away with middle age hormones. Only Lisa knew, and she said no one had heard from Corey since before that night. He had simply vanished.
Six months after that night, Gina still thought of Corey daily, but had finally reconciled his loss by assuming that he may very well have had many lovers and had simply moved on. But, as she flipped through the morning paper while sipping her coffee, she suddenly froze staring down at a picture of a smiling face she remembered every day... and the cold black print above it.
Local Rancher/Philanthropist Succumbs to Cancer
Corville (Corey) McNierney III died Sunday in Paris, France at the age of 53, while on an extended vacation with is wife and three daughters, of an inoperable brain tumor. Mr. McNierney was well known as a successful breeder of thoroughbred race horses, but little known for his enormous generosity to both local and national charities. His long time friend and trainer, Bud Phillips, said, “Corey chose how to live his life in way that was full speed ahead, no holds barred, but also chose how to die. He allowed no medical treatments since his diagnosis severalmonths ago, instead choosing to spend every moment with his family, traveling and enjoying whatever was given to them by God. I just wish he could have hung in there another two months to see his great little filly win the Breeders Cup.” Gina, McNierney Farm’s recently renamed two year old, is the early favorite to capture this year’s Breeder’s Cup for Juvenile Fillies.............