"I want this to be an active date," she said, with her characteristically sweet smile and smooth as honey voice. "No sitting in a dark movie theater, or stuffing ourselves in a restaurant. I want to see you in your element and have your complete attention."

Lori had been the general manager of my grandmother's nursing home. Incredible warmth, deeply caring, but always with a professional veneer. We shared a love for my grandmother, but she kept her physical and emotional distance and I wasn't sure why.

After Grammy's passing, as I was packing her belongings, Lori stopped by to express teary condolences. We reminisced about the 80-year-old card shark who regularly cleaned out the old men in the center. Her laughter was genuine and bathed me in the healing glow I needed. "I don't like that I won't be seeing you regularly," I said with authentic regret.

"Well, there's nothing stopping you from calling for a date," she chuckled.

She was so attractive and mature, I'd always assumed she was married and settled. She gave me a sideeye glance through a lock of blonde hair. "Well?"

And that's how I ended up planning our "active date." I knew her to be a small-town girl with a big-time job---business suits and sweet but businesslike attitude. She said she didn't play golf. Her tennis game was hopeless. It was then I remembered I'd recently purchased a windsurfer and was eager to get it out onto a nearby lake. "Friday will be hot. I'll pick you up at 3. Wear a bathing suit. Bring a change of clothes and your appetite. I have a fun but demanding activity planned, and we will award our exertions with one of my famous steak dinners."

"That sounds delightful. Perfect even. I can't wait to see what you have planned," she said as if addressing one of her elderly residents. I laughed and hoped she would drop the professional demeanor when I got her on the board.

She appeared in cut-off shorts and a windbreaker and bounded out of her apartment building, throwing her arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. She was positively girlish. It seems when you take the girl out of the nursing home--you take the nursing home out of the girl.

She was no longer the warm, but professional female executive. She was a beautiful girl, excited to be hitting the beach and away from her heavy responsibilities.

We arrived at the lake, and she unzipped her windbreaker... treating me to an unexpected buff and bouncy body. She'd been hiding a pair of perfect 36D breasts under her loose silk business blouses. She was fit, firm, and ready to surf. I was now glad I wore baggier trunks... my manhood was bound to give its spontaneous and wholehearted approval of the goddess in the perfectly fitting one-piece that accentuated her magnificent cleavage. I was suddenly living in a Baywatch episode.

The day was warm and windless. We practiced raising the sail, and I taught her how to pivot the bow. We did a lot of falling and laughing when I tried to stand behind her and teach her my technique. Every moment provided me with a stunning view of her perfect ass, her suit showcasing a plump and pronounced camel toe. Our prolonged exposure to the water had left her nipples hard and puckered. The lining was so sheer it left nothing to the imagination.

She exuded unrepentant sexuality and a sweet, girlish charm. I was falling in love and couldn't wait to see where this day might end.

"I think we've exhausted what we can do without the breeze," I laughed as we emerged from yet another spill into the warm lake.

She was panting from the exertion of getting on and off the board. I was panting because she took my breath away. "I agree. I've earned that steak dinner and a nice drink. Thank you for the lesson. I think learning without wind was helpful." Then she put her arms around my neck, kissed me hard on the lips and said, "Thank you."

We burst through my apartment door laughing and chattering like a couple who had been together months, not hours. She requested a beer. I granted her wish and poured a whisky for myself. We clinked our glasses, but before we could sip she tilted her head upwards in a plea for a kiss. Our eyes locked, and this time the girlish twinkle was replaced by a wanting look of someone who hasn't had physical affection in a while----and was seizing the moment.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues tentatively exploring each other--with her tentativeness melting away before mine. She pushed those perfect breasts into my sensitive nipples and thrust her mons against my stiffening cock.

When we broke, I said in a hoarse voice, "We should either shower or towel off vigorously. We need to rinse off the lake water." With that, she confidently pulled down the strap of her suit on both sides and stripped out of her perfect one-piece, unleashing her full, heavier than imagined, beyond perfect tits.

She lifted her hands above her head. "Start toweling, mister." I began dabbing under her arms, lifting her breasts to get the damp flesh beneath. I patted her tummy and ribs.

"Swimmer's itch can be nasty," I warned in an exaggerated tone. "We need to get into the nooks and crannies." She gave a Mona Lisa smile as she widened her stance to provide access to her smoothly shaved mound, punctuated by a tiny wisp of silky blonde hair. I carefully and deliberately patted her pussy, spending more time than necessary in the creases of her labia. I vigorously dried her legs before moving behind this bold angel.

I thoughtfully dried her hair, kissing her shoulder as I dried her back and made my way to the athletic cheeks and exquisite ass. Parting the cheeks only slightly, not intrusively, I finished the job. Her face was flushed as I stepped back and admired every inch of her--a mocking appraisal of my handiwork.

Some girls would have modestly covered their sex or turned sideways. Lori put her hands on her hips and with a wonton glance extended her hand for the towel.

She pulled the string of my suit to release the waistband and tugged firmly on the wet and clinging suit. Realizing she was pulling against a raging erection, she stopped and pulled the waistband over my cock and down to my ankles. She gently wrapped her hand around my throbbing member and stroked it dry, taking note of the pre-cum oozing out of the tip as she drew her hand away.

She then dried my legs, chest (blowing on my own erect nipples) and shoulders. She moved to my back, neck, head and finally the crack of my ass--where she flossed me with the thin towel. Then she took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom.

With sincerity she said, "I've dreamed of having your hands on my body from the first moment I saw you in your grandmother's apartment. I have an active imagination and my daydreams would leave me impossibly distracted after each one of your visits. While I've fantasized of what it would be like for you to make love to me, I hope you won't be disappointed if we don't go all the way... at least not this time."

Her eyes were moist, needy, and she'd drawn up one leg while sitting on the bed, exposing her pouty pussy.

I said to her, "If you take me as your lover, I will honor your wish, savor your body, keep your secrets and fulfill your fantasies within your limits." I then placed my back against the headboard and opened my arms to this amazing woman.

In a whisper I said with my legs parted, "Place your body between my legs, your back against my chest." She followed the instruction, sliding her bum against my cock and balls and reclining against me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and breathed into her ear, "Close your eyes. Seize on every sensation your beautiful body is sending you. Feel the warm breeze from the window as it caresses you. Hear my heartbeat? That's my love for you. Feel my cock pulsing? That's my love and desire for you. Now take a deep breath and slowly let it out."

Her exhale was ragged as her own desire surged through her. "My arms are a blanket of love, and our heat is creating a bubble where we will relentlessly explore our pleasures. You can ask for anything or decline anything. I'm your lover, and I will protect you and keep your secrets." I use my voice professionally, and I weaponized it into a tool of seduction, both reassuring and loving... yet probing and stimulating.

I then began using the back of my hand to stroke her tummy and ribs... dragging my thumbs up past the side of her breast which was still high and firm against her right arm. Then I stroked her collarbone, shoulder, kissing her neck. "Feel every sensation. Not just my touch, but the stirrings deep inside you." I brushed down her arms, tracing hearts in her palms before grazing down her thighs. A sigh and strangled moan came from within.

My hands teased near her sweet V as my fingers were butterfly wings on the way to the underside of her gorgeous and engorged breasts. A slight gasp escaped her lips as I began tracing lazy circles on the outermost lines of her mounds, each circle coming closer to the tender nipples growing in size and sensitivity. '

A thumb flicked her right nipple, and her hips bucked like there was a hot wire between her tit and her clit. "Your sex is your center... your core. What are you feeling?"

In almost a little girl voice... a pitch higher than normal she squeaked, "Please squeeze my nipples... twist them... every touch is like a vibration deep inside me." I did as requested, and she raised hips heavenward before pressing and separating her ass cheeks with my rock-hard cock.

"Bring your heels forward and let your knees fall to the side," I gently instructed. "Show me your sex." She turned her head left as she brought her legs up and out... presenting a swollen vulva to the Gods. I dove on her neck with my tongue and her back arched as I began flicking her nipples gently back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Her breathing grew heavier and her pussy was obviously glistening. "Baby, what do you call your girl parts?"

In a whimper, she replied "Kitty."

"What is Kitty saying to you?"

"She's so hot. So wet. And I can't believe how close she is to cumming from just my nipples," Lori purred.

"You said you have a vivid imagination...Lover, I want you to put it to work. Imagine my cock's tip is touching your outer lips. Rubbing your entrance--pressing your clit. Can Kitty feel me?," I asked. She trembled and nodded, her concentration palpable.

"Kitty wants to be filled," she whined.

"I'm not sure Kitty's ready for me," I whispered. "Dip your fingers inside and show them to me."

With a shaking hand, she dipped two fingers into what looked like a flaming Lilly and withdrew them sparkling with grool.

"Put your fingers to my lips, my hands are busy." She took the trembling fingers and placed them by feel and sixth sense into my waiting mouth. I sucked greedily as I continued milking her now swollen nipples. "Use your senses. Can you hear and feel your wetness?"

"Yes, I hear it and it's dripping down my leg." She was now trembling like a hypothermia victim.

"I want more of you nectar," I croaked. "Dip more." She dug in deeper this time, searching for her G-spot and seeking sweet release from the bomb ticking inside her pussy. She presented the soaked fingers to me... "No, baby., Not for me. For you."

"But I've never..." she declared.

"My love," I interrupted. "You are my lover. I will safeguard your body, protect your heart, and no one will ever know your secrets. Use your senses. Smell your fingers... let the sweet scent of your sex linger." She haltingly sniffed and then inhaled deeply.

That's it. That's the smell of love and pleasure. It's intoxicating to me. It's filling the room. Now taste that sweet juice from your loins."

With her eyes shut tightly, she put her fingertip to her lips and licked with a preemptive look of distaste. It quickly melted into a hungry look of bemusement as the sweetness and naughtiness fed her desire and both fingers popped into her mouth and she took ownership of her womb and its many gifts.

With all senses engaged and tingling, I resumed the rhythmic strumming of her nipples. "So close," she said, and her fingers began to journey down to her soaked altar of womanhood. I released a nipple to grab her hand and insert it in my own mouth. We were on my timeline. "Listen to your Kitty. What is she saying now?"

"Please touch me, please love me... I'm so close," she pleaded on behalf of her aching vagina.

I slid out from under her body, and she presented her cunt like a gift, putting her hands behind her knees and opening herself wider. I place my thumb just below her slit and with just the slightest touch traced a winding line up her engorged lips, parting them just enough to feel wetness and spreading her lubrication over a clit that was protruding from its den-- the size of a plump eraser. The gentle stroke elicited an unworldly groan from deep within her.

But instead of rubbing her clit, I went back to the beginning. I placed my fingers between her very vulnerable and very virgin asshole and her streaming lips--letting my pinky tip just graze her rosebud before making its way north. Her hips arched and thrust slightly higher, forcing my thumb and fingers to thrust briefly into her beloved Kitty before sliding alongside her needy bump.

As I began the cycle for the third time, my lips went to her still-swollen nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth, bringing the meaty teat into a wet and warm sanctuary where I flicked it without mercy. "Yesssss..." she hissed as I kneaded it between the tongue and the roof of my mouth, while simultaneously smearing the tip of my juice-soaked thumb in a messy circle around her pert anus before sliding it in deeply to her pussy.

The penetration triggered a primal contraction, taking my thumb deeper into her quim and, to my surprise, she pushed against my hand to take just the tip of my pinky into her now-pulsing rectum. "Kitty needs to feel full," she said. (The plaintive little girl voice returning). As she humped my hand, she initiated a two-fingered hand-fuck with my thumb up to my second knuckle and the pinky now an inch deep. "I'm going to come... almost there."

At that point I withdrew my hand, cupped it over her vulva. "Stop. Enjoy the sensation of your climb. Don't race to the peak; savor the ascent."

"No. No, please. I need it. Have to have..." she pleaded. I wanted her to ride the first wave, without it breaking on the shore. Cum oozed out of her as the edge receded. She would thank me later.

"Keep your eyes closed and tell me what you feel." This time, there were no childlike terms of endearment. No nicknames.

"My cunt aches," she said breathlessly. "Spread me wide and take me deep... everywhere. I want your cock, your entire hand, just fill me. PLEASE!"

With that, all inhibitions, all decorum was swept away. Her desire was at fever pitch, and her eyes popped open wildly searching for my help. She used her own hands to spread her ass cheeks and part her now blazing labia. With lightning quickness, I gave her the treatment she wanted, shoving my index and middle finger deep inside her quaking pussy, sliding deeply enough to graze her cervix and then retreat to her G-spot. With a flick of the wrist, my ring finger pushed its full length into her grool soaked bung hole while my thumb flattened itself on her clit.

The room was alive with the scent of our animal needs. Our ears were aroused by the sound of her soaked cunt sloshing as I vibrated my thumb against what felt like a ball bearing and my hand made mini-thrusts into her well-filled holes. Suddenly her grunts and moans subsided as her body went rigid, clenching around my digits for what seemed like a ten-count before a feral howl came from her lips and her bucking hips forced me even deeper.

As her orgasm ebbed, she gave one last shudder and collapsed--quietly weeping from the torrent of emotions released in our sexual crescendo.

She turned her face away from mine in an expression of shame and embarrassment. "I can't believe that was me," she said regretfully. "You'll think I'm a whore. I was a whore--an animal." The words tumbled out like the confession of an innocent who had never succumbed fully to her needs and desires.

"No Lover, no. This is the beginning of a new phase of your womanhood. Your need for me and my touch was the truest expression of love. Your uninhibited lust and massive release is the sweetest act of trust I've ever been given.

"Rest in my arms. Cherish each and every pulse and contraction. I kept my promise, owned your pleasure and your body. You heart is still pure... and the secret of your lust and sexual fierceness is safe in my keeping."

I kissed the fingers which, moments ago, had plunged so deeply inside her, and pressed them to her lips. Her tongue parted for a quick lick before pulling me in for the deepest of kisses.