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I have three or four stories in various states of halfway completedness. This one, started as I awakened from a dream. What do you think?

DRAFT ONE, THIRD SANDRA STORY 03 12 2015

(backstory: Sandra had broken up with the most recent boyfriend, and my wife had left me for The New Model. We had chatted from time to time regarding the vagaries of relationships, and the contemporary dating scene. Somebody was going to grad school, and our work crew gathered to celebrate)

We were at a bar with the other people from work. Seats were at a premium, and so she sat on my lap. As she sat down my left hand went to her sacrum to steady her as she settled herself and of course, I caressed one buttock as she settled upon me. Turning to me she arched one eyebrow, and observed "I know what you're doing!"

I gathered my best innocent expression. "Who, me? What?"

I was a bit surprised that she snuggled her butt into my rapidly thickening cock. She continued "You're trying to feel the goodies! And I can tell, you like what you feel!" She wriggled a little more to emphasize the point.

I responded "Perhaps I should do some more testing to see how thoroughly I like what I'm seeing?"

Again she wriggled on my lap. "Oh no, I can tell plenty well you like it just fine! "

My left hand drifted down her back and met her waist band, and continued south. Slowly I explored her firm derriere, cupping each buttock briefly, and then moving on to explore further.

Her right arm went around the back of my neck. She leaned into me somewhat, and murmured in my ear, "I think this could be the beginning of an interesting evening! Let's bookmark this place, and return to later, and see where we go from here!"

Eventually our little gathering broke up, and I wandered out, finding Sandra leaning on my truck. "Well here we are. Remember that bookmark?"

I responded "I certainly do, and I can hardly wait to see what develops next! Going my way? "

I helped her up into my truck, entered, and seatbelted myself, and off we went.

Once we arrived at my home, I'll opened the door for her and ushered her inside. We dropped our paraphernalia, and I went to sit upon the sofa. Sandra, rather than sitting beside me or in one of the other chairs, settled upon my lap. "I remember this spot! My very favorite!" She reached her left arm around my neck and settled in. As I sat there gazing at her, she reached around behind me, grasped my right hand, and settled settled it upon her butt. "That's the piece that was missing! Now where to go from here? "

Once again, I explored her taut buttocks. With my left hand I started rubbing her tummy over her shirt. She leaned into me, purring, as my left hand insinuated itself between the buttons of her shirt and started to explore the firm skin beneath.

This encouraged me. I began to release buttons, one by one, and caressed each newly exposed expanse of skin. Finally, the shirt was hanging limply from her shoulders, and my hand had full access to her front. I discovered that she'd had the foresight to select a front opening brassiere today, and I capitalized upon this fact, exposing her firm youthful orbs to my eager view.

If her whimpers were any indication, Sandra approved of our petting. Her nipples sat up right, and I tweaked and caressed them. Bending my head, I suckled each teat, my tongue testing the turgor of each nipple.

She rolled her head back, and, shrugging her shoulders, dropped her bra and blouse behind her. I continued to tease and nibble upon her teats, flicking her erect nipples with my tongue, and drawing them out with my teeth. She pressed my head more firmly into her chest, moaning her approval. She began to undulate her hips, rubbing her firm ass against my turgid cock. I felt the electricity began to collect between us.

As I had explored the wonders of her breasts, my right hand had not been idle. By this point, I had slid my hand beneath her waistband, and was caressing her buttocks. I slipped my left hand downwards, and released the button holding her jeans together. As I slid the zipper down, Sandra lifted her hips, and assisted me in removing her pants with a wiggle of her hips.

Settling back upon me, she turned, straddling me now, and began to rub her pantied pudenda against my rigid tool, still encased in denim.

First of all, thank you to the folks who commented upon the end of "On My Seventeenth Wedding Anniversary". I appreciate that people enjoyed the story, and I'm particularly pleased that some folks took the time, and were so engaged, that they shared their thoughts about what the "next chapter" of the story of Annie, Marie, Suzie and I might look like. I have these saved in a file for later guidance.
I have a couple of stories "on the burner". One is a sequel to "Sandra's Hidden Depths", one is a new story launched by "Neighborly Swap" by Chemical Ollie (cut and paste this into your browser address bar, to see the story I'm talking about.)(http://storiesonline.net/s/55611/neighborly-swap). Since I am unable to contact Chemical Ollie to gain his approval to write a "next chapter", I tried to write a back-story, parallel to his own original, but enough my own to avoid plagiarizing his story entirely.
I'm working on them as I get the time, and have the motivation. Thank you for your attention, and stay tuned! More stories are coming!/Reltney McFee.

I was poring over my catalog of downloaded stories, and found T. S. Fesseln's Summer Training. Sadly, this is inactive and incomplete. Still worth a read, along with the completed "prequel", Summer Project.

Chapter 10, the concluding chapter to "On My Seventeenth Wedding Anniversary", has been submitted. If you haven't already done so, please read the entire story, and tell me what you think. It is a dark story, and reflects the shadows of a dark time in my life. Some thoughtful commentators felt that the male protagonist was, well, an asshole. They may be correct. Others thought the female protagonist got what was coming to her. They, as well, may be correct. In either case, the imaginings contained in the story both reflect my inner darkness, and (as fantasy wish fulfillment may indeed do!) helped in some way for me to work my way out into the light I presently enjoy. I hope you enjoy the tale, and maybe feel moved to offer different perspectives or feedback to me. Thanks for reading. (s) Reltney

First, Merry Christmas. I suppose is is odd in some way, for those of us who (read)(write) (follow) a porn site, to celebrate the Birth of Christ. On the other hand, this site (and others like it) provide an outlet for consideration of one of God's nicer gifts, that does not involve actual adultery or other wrongful things. Within the bounds of imagination, we can contemplate activities that we may not want to actually participate in, or, that would hurt others should we act on the imaginings. Well, that is one of *my* rationalizations, and I an sticking to it!

I just submitted chapter 9 of "Celebrating My Anniversary". I have one more chapter, and it is written (and in need of editing. Nearly there!) I hope you enjoy them, and then I'll see which of my partially written stories cries out the loudest to be completed!/Reltney