The Invited Guest

She was wearing a short blue jean skirt, that showed her curves

magnificently, and a cream-colored tight fitting button down blouse. 

The blouse was only buttoned two thirds of the way of the way up, 

leaving a considerable amount of visible cleavage. Her dark curly hair 

cascaded down to just below her shoulders. She was 5'10" and weighed 

125 lbs. Her breasts were certainly more than just a handful (a 36D, to 

be sure) and she had the shapeliest legs with a body and looks that 

turned many heads. 

She would never be confused with a swimsuit model. Not that she was fat

by any means. She occupied that glorious ground between hard body thin 

and pillow soft. Large of bust, wide of hip and just a touch thick of 

waist without losing that alluring hourglass shape that gives you 

somewhere to put your hands when you have her bent over a chair, your 

hips bouncing off her soft ass cheeks with each thrust. In other words, 

she was a real meat on her bones woman 

When she reached the bottom of the escalator, Jim threw his arms around

her. She was just as he remembers her. "Oh Ida it's so good to see 

you!" he said exuberantly as he squeezed her. Before she could reply, 

their heads tilt slightly to the right and their eyes closed just as 

their lips met for a long warm kiss. A few people paused as they passed 

by, observing the man and woman, kissing as long lost lovers. 

His hands felt along the bare stretch of skin of her waist and rode up

the soft fabric of her blouse. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders 

and she pressed her body against him as they kissed. 

Finally, from the length and depth of the kiss, they were out of breath

and their lips parted. 

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of kissing you like this

again, Ida," he says. 

"Probably as many times as I have," she replies. 

They stood closely together, intimately their arms still surrounding

each other, looking into each other's eyes. 

"It's wonderful to be here with you Jim, thanks for inviting me!" She

said enthusiastically. 

"Do you have any luggage to pick up?" he asked. 

"No, all I have is this carry-on." She said and held up the smallish bag

in her other hand. 

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4) The drive from the airport 

Carrying her bag, Jim takes her hand and leads the way to his car. 

As they walked, he asked her about her flight. She told him that she was

surprise he had ordered a first class ticket for her. This was her 

first time flying first class and she really enjoyed it. 

Once they began to talk, the conversation just kept flowing, revolving

around their excitement of finally being together again. 

"Here's my car," he says. He escorts her to the passage's door, and

after he unlocks it, he holds her back for a moment. He places his 

right hand on her cheek and caresses it lightly, savoring the soft warm 

skin and looking deeply into her baby brown eyes. 

"I feel really good about this," he says softly. 

"I do too," she responded. 

He leaned toward her and brushed his lips against hers. It was a sweet

sexy kiss made more emphatic as his hand glided down from her cheek 

over her neck and chest until it came to rest on her breast. He felt 

the full swell of her firm flesh filled his hand completely, and her 

nipple grew stiff with his touch. Their kiss strengthens and deepens 

and he strummed his thumb over her erected nipple that was protruding 

into the thin fabric of her blouse. 

When a car passed by, he broke the kiss and said, "I think we need to

get going." 

He opened the door for her to slide in, and then jumped into the driver

seat and they were off. After paying the parking fee, he head for the 

freeway to San Leandro. 

While en route, he told her of the plans he had made for her stay here,

including a shopping spree and a dinner cruise of the San Francisco Bay 

onboard the Horn Blower. 

Not really listening to what he was saying, Ida lean over and begin to

nibble on his ear for a bit. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled his 

cock out. She slid her hand up and down a little, gently stroking it. 

"I miss this," she says. 

Sticking her tongue out, she pulled the foreskin back and began licking

her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring it. Then she opened her 

mouth wide and took the cock head into her mouth. 

Ida loved the huge size of his cock head. She started bobbing her head

up and down and running her tongue all over it. She found herself 

bobbing deeper as his cock reached her throat and she began to swallow 

it. 

Here it was, just a little after noontime and she is giving him a

blowjob on the freeway. She remember how he like it when she scrapes 

her teeth along the length of his cock and then suck hard on the head. 

Just before they get to the curvy section of the freeway, Jim exploded

in her mouth. It was all he could do to keep from hitting another car. 

He grunted as his cock jerked in her throat. Ida's belly felt full after

the first spasm. 

His cock jerked a second time, his hot cum striking her throat and

flowing down into her belly. 

A third time it jerked and his cum filled her up until her cheeks bulged

out and she worried she might spit it out of her mouth. Ida swallowed 

his sperm while skillfully stroking his shaft, milking it for every 

drop. It was as good as she remembered, hot and rich. 

It squirted a few more times and she held her tongue out under it to

catch the dribbling sperm. 

When she had finished sucking, she sat upright and with her finger wiped

the cum that was around the corners of her mouth and licked her fingers 

and then reached over, put his cock back into his pants and zipped him 

up again. Then she gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and he could 

taste his cum on her tongue.