Simon is in his early forties, a dedicated Police Officer who is committed to the ideals of local community policing; he doesn't just race around in fast police cars, but often walks the streets, to meet people and reassure them. His ideals are to 'protect and serve' his local community. He has reached a fairly senior rank now (Captain) but refuses to be promoted further, either to a desk-bound managerial role, or to a plain-clothes detective role. He likes his uniform and thinks it is important for it to be seen in public, as a visible representation of law and order, and to project an image of decency and care for others.

He lives in the city centre in a comfortable apartment on the third floor with a balcony overlooking the street. He lives alone. He has had relationships in the past, but all have eventually failed, partly because of his determined commitment to his work. His life revolves around his 'duty' rather than his own needs, or even those of his past partners. Sometimes he does feel the lack of company in his off-duty hours and wishes he could find the perfect, understanding partner.

He is handsome, 6ft tall, dark, short hair, and blue eyes; well toned body, which he keeps fit by walking and running, rather than following narcissistic gym routines.

Tanya is an intelligent (and beautiful) young woman in her early thirties, well-educated and thoughtful. She teaches (history) at a local community centre for disadvantaged young people, but while it is a satisfying job, it does not pay well. She works several evenings a week serving at a local bar, to supplement her income and afford a decent apartment in the city centre. Of course, with her looks, she attracts some unwelcome attention from some men at the bar, especially later in the evening, when too much drink has been taken, but she has learned how to overcome that and has no real fears for her safety.

She has always been cautious about her close relationships - she did not lose her virginity until her early twenties and held a couple of long-term relationships for a few years. Neither were fulfilling enough for her to commit completely, and both came to a natural end, parting on friendly terms. She still held firmly to the romantic dream of finding 'the one' who would satisfy her for the rest of her life. Of course, that was partly a matter of sexual compatibility, but also personality, with all the complexities of wanting to maintain individual integrity, while agreeing on most things, at least.

She is a beautiful and shapely woman, with a pale face framed by long black hair cascading down over her shoulders, towards her ample natural breasts. Her dark eyes are strong and confident, not afraid to make eye contact with anyone, but ready to soften if she likes the look which is returned. She is only 5'5” but even so, her legs seem extraordinarily long and shapely, and exaggerated by her habit of wearing high heels. Her stilettos have the added benefit of accentuating the sensual sway of her hips when she walks and she enjoys the attention she attracts.

The First Encounter.

Simon had arrived home in the very late evening and was still dressed in his full uniform, though it was a warm Spring evening. He sat awhile on the balcony, looking down along the almost-deserted, dark street, and sipped at a drink.

He heard the familiar sound of Tanya's stilettos in the street, though he had never met her - she always passed by around this time of evening, and he had noted her beauty from afar. He was always surprised how distinctive the sounds of footsteps could be, almost as individual as a signature or a fingerprint.

Tonight, though, the sound was somewhat different. As she approached, the sound of her steps increased in pace and lost their usual rhythm, as though she were trying not to run. Simon leaned out over the balcony, and saw her below, anxiously looking over her shoulder at a large man following her some way behind, but gradually catching up with her.

Alarm bells immediately rang in Simon's mind, and he raced down the stairs, unable to wait for an elevator to arrive, and out into the dark street. He burst out of the front door just in time to see the man catch up with Tanya, and hear her squeal as he roughly forced her against the wall, pressing his body against hers.

Running across the street, he grabbed the man's shoulder and spun him around, before knocking him to the ground with one blow. Tanya screamed and the man shouted obscenities, then leapt up to confront Simon with eyes ablaze with anger. As soon as he saw Simon's uniform, though, and perhaps also his fit body, he swore again and turned to run down the street; Simon did not attempt to follow, nor to apprehend the man, but was more concerned about Tanya.

She cowered against the wall, trembling a little with the shock, but calmed as she looked up into Simon's shining blue eyes, and smiled widely. “Thank you so much!” she managed to gasp, “He has been following me all the way, gradually getting closer and closer, and I don't know what he might have done if you hadn't intervened. Thank you so much...”

Simon held her shaking body close to him until she calmed completely, and assured him that she was OK, but he insisted on walking with her the rest of the way home. It turned out that she only lived a street away, and it took them just minutes to get there.

At the doorstep, Simon looked cautiously in all directions, to confirm that her assailant was not within sight. She assured him that she was calm and composed again, and thanked him profusely. When she offered to let him into her apartment, he declined, saying that he was still 'on duty' and needed to get back to his own apartment. In his haste, he had left the door wide open!

Their eyes locked for a few moments though, and each of them seemed to recognise something deep inside the other. The blood was pounding inside them, fueled by adrenalin, perhaps, but also by a mutual recognition of physical attraction. Tanya said she would like to thank him with a meal or a drink sometime, and though Simon said that was not necessary, he happily exchanged names and numbers with her.

The Aftermath.

As soon as she closed and locked the door behind her, Simon turned on his heel and marched back to his own apartment. However, he could not escape the picture of her pale face smiling up at him, framed by her tousled black hair, and the deep, dark eyes which had seemed to penetrate his very soul.

When he arrived back at his apartment, he threw off his uniform and stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his briefs and t-shirt. It was very clear that he was aroused by the whole episode, and would have to do something about that.

Similarly, Tanya had kicked off her stilettos, and slipped out of her dress, to stand naked in front of her own bathroom mirror; she rarely wore panties. She studied her own body carefully, and acknowledged the dampness of her own arousal, while her hands weighed her breasts and teased her nipples into full erection.

She closed her eyes and pictured Simon looking down on her, while one hand slipped down between her legs to feel her dampness. It was clear that she too would have to do something about that.

While Simon got into a warm shower and soaped himself, Tanya lay back on her bed and reached for her bullet vibe. Each of them imagined a psychic connection with the other, behind closed eyes, and relieved themselves in their own ways.

Simon stroked his firm long cock with one hand while the other played with his full, tight balls. It had been over a week since he had done this, and his cum was now demanding release. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the shower wall, while he pictured Tanya on her knees before him, playing with his cock and admiring its length and girth, looking up at him through the deep dark pools of her eyes, while she stroked him ever harder and more rapidly.

He tried to prolong the occasion and enjoy her imaginary presence, but his needs were too urgent, and his own rough hand was too strong to allow any delay. In a matter of minutes, he thrust his cock through the tight grip of one hand while the other supported him against the shower wall. Again and again, he thrust, until the first burst of cum shot skywards, hitting his chin and dripping down his body before washing away in the flow of the shower. It took a little while for him to completely empty himself, but eventually he was drained, and his cum was washed away down the drain.

Meanwhile, Tanya used one hand to open her damp, swollen pussy, and tease her clit to appear, hard and red between her fully-waxed pussy lips. She stroked it cautiously with the vibe, jolting occasionally with the sensual pleasure it offered. Her other hand ventured further down, and one finger penetrated her slowly, deeply. She closed her eyes and pictured Simon above her, almost feeling his weight on her body, while his long finger stroked smoothly in and out of her slick pussy.

Her breathing became fractured and more hurried, gasping as her climax approached, and she pressed a second finger inside herself, imagining the thickness of Simon's cock plunging into her with more and more force. With a loud shout of “Simon!” she came hard, gripping her own hand with her thighs, and losing hold of the small bullet vibe, which rolled aside and buzzed contentedly to itself. When her shaking orgasm subsided, she rolled under her bed covers, and slept a contented sleep, Simon's image filling her mind.

The Next Days.

The following day, they both messaged each other several times without making contact, but as the evening came on, Tanya managed to connect with Simon and invite him to the bar where she served in the evening.

When Simon entered, in his full uniform, the entire bar fell silent until Tanya waved to him and offered him a drink - an offer he refused, of course. Nonetheless, the other patrons relaxed when they saw Tanya chatting with him. The story of the previous night's escape slowly circulated through the grapevine, and everyone nodded appreciatively at Simon whenever he caught their eye. He was clearly accepted as a 'good cop', and from their physical closeness, many of them assumed that he and Tanya were already intimate.

Over the following days, Simon escorted Tanya home each evening and they chatted at length en route, sharing their histories, their loves and hates, and their hopes and dreams. They became very close, but not yet physically.

On the Friday evening, as he stood at her doorstep, Tanya asked Simon if he would come inside. He said that he was still on duty, as long as he was wearing his uniform.

Tanya's answer to that was to suggest that he (or she?) should remove his uniform!

She was a little surprised that such a strong and powerful man could be so simply embarrassed, but he blushed deeply. His imagination had already raced ahead to what might follow in such a situation, and she mumbled an apology, but her own mind had similarly raced ahead, and she also felt her passion rising.

Simon stepped back and said, “Tanya, I don't want to take advantage of you, or your gratitude for my protection. I would have done the same for any young woman - or indeed any man - in that situation. But I do feel that we have a deeper bond now, and I have a free weekend ahead, with no plans. If you would really like to see me 'off duty', you can come round to my apartment now, and stay for the weekend.”

He hastened to add that he had a spare room for her, if she wanted to make use of it.

She grinned widely and kissed him lightly on the cheek, saying, “Just give me a few moments to gather some essentials, and you can walk me back to your apartment! I hope to see you out of uniform when we get there!” She winked knowingly at him.

It took her very little time to gather her 'essentials' into a small weekend case, and link arms with Simon again, so that they could walk back to his apartment.

Their First Engagement.

Simon opened the door to his apartment and stood aside to let her enter.

She found quite an austere décor, lacking any vibrant colour, but the apartment was meticulously clean, comfortable and well-equipped. It was clearly a man's domain, and no woman had probably entered for many a year. She felt a little sad that Simon seemed to live such a restrained lifestyle, and determined to bring him out of his work-focused world.

She knew he had had several relationships in the past years, as had she, but she wondered whether his devotion to his work was partly a way of avoiding further relationships and ultimately, the hurt of another break-up? She had succeeded in bringing him along so far, but realised she needed to encourage him to relax with her and to be himself.

She had always loved to tease men and arouse them, but this time it was serious; she wanted to flirt, but she was unsure how far she should go with Simon, who seemed quite repressed and buttoned-up in some ways. She felt that clothes were very important to him and that perhaps his uniform was a defence against intimacy as well as against the world he lived in.

She was already wearing her customary stilettos, of course, but carried a spare pair of bright red to contrast with her usual black. She was still wearing her usual chic black dress, just above the knee, which she used for her evening work at the bar. No-one but her knew that she wore no panties beneath; it was a delicious secret to her, and one which kept her arousal almost permanent, knowing that she was ready to fuck at a moment's notice. It was her lack of clothes which was so important to her!

Tanya turned to face Simon and asked where the bedroom was. When he pointed it out, she marched to it and placed her case there, before turning to beckon him in. He followed a little sheepishly and stood there in his full uniform.

“Simon,” she said, “I think we need a ceremonial unveiling of the real Simon, don't you? Come here and let me see what you are really like!”

She stood so close to him now and slowly undid his silver-buttoned jacket, pushing it back off his shoulders to fall to the floor. It seemed that he wanted to pick it up and fold it carefully, but she quickly removed his tie and unbuttoned his white shirt, to reveal his muscular, smooth chest. She stroked him gently and noted his nipples harden at her touch.

Her hands went to the thick leather belt and unclasped it. She could see that he had already become aroused, and as she unbuttoned his trousers, allowing them to fall to the ground, it was clear that his cock was trying already to escape the confines of his briefs.

She looked up at him and said, “My, my, Simon, how have you hidden this from me for so long? And it IS so long! It must be a relief to free yourself from the restrictions of that uniform at last.” His briefs and remaining clothes were cast aside now.

Simon's demeanour had changed as she undressed him. Now he stood proudly before her in his nakedness, and towered over her in every way, as she sat on the end of his bed.

He raised her to her feet and pressed her body against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly and grasped his ass with both hands to press even more firmly, while she looked up into his blue eyes. They seemed to be burning brighter now, trying to penetrate her mind, just as she hoped he would soon penetrate her body. She could feel her juices gathering, to ease the way for his big, thick cock.

He reached around her to undo her dress and free it from her shoulders. He looked down and gasped, as he realised first that she wore no bra, and then that she wore no panties! Her dress pooled around her ankles and their naked bodies were forced against each other.

Simon took a pace back and said, “Tanya, you are so beautiful! If I had known that only one layer of cloth separated you from me, I would have been driven mad with desire from the very beginning!”

His large hands held her breasts and he squeezed and played with each in turn, admiring her soft pink areolae spreading around her hard erect nipples. She threw her head back with pleasure; his hands were large and strong, but also surprisingly elegant, with long fingers which teased her with a sensitive but firm touch. She longed to let them roam all over her body, but she didn't want him to release her breasts! If only he had more than two such arousing hands!

She reached down to grasp his cock, and groaned at the thick hardness of it, pointing to the sky. “Simon,” she said, “we have all weekend to play with each other, in whatever ways we wish, but right now, I just want you to FUCK me, and fuck me HARD!”

Simon put his hands under her armpits and effortlessly lifted her off her feet, then literally threw her back onto his bed. She gasped at the impact on the firm mattress, and splayed her legs and arms wide, looking up at Simon's cock as he stood at the end of the bed.

“I will follow your orders, Tanya!” he said, and laid himself down on top of her. She could feel just the tip of his cock touching her pussy lips, while he kissed her mouth passionately, and their tongues intertwined. She was well aware that there were seven inches of hard, thick throbbing cock just waiting, poised ready to thrust deep inside her.

He grasped her wrists and held them spread above her head, while he looked down on her and said “I have wanted to fuck you since the first time we met, Tanya.”

With that, he thrust himself deep inside her with one swift motion, forcing the breath from her lungs in a loud gasp. Her wet pussy lips parted wide and willingly, as his cock stretched her cunt open wider than she could ever remember before, and they both grunted as the head of his cock clashed against her cervix, and his body hit against her swollen clit.

For a brief moment, he stayed like that, fully embedded inside her, and looking down into her dark eyes.

Then he began to move slowly and steadily at first, holding her down beneath him, while he slid out and in, out and in, out and in. The pace was slow but firm, each time squeezing her clit between their bodies, and sending ecstatic signals through her body.

Simon grunted and the pace increased, in and out, in and out, in and out. His breathing quickened too, as did Tanya's, so they were coordinated in every way as he drove into her, harder and faster, even harder and even faster.

She angled her hips to receive his thrusts, and rocked them back and forth in time with them, to wring the maximum pleasure from each stroke. She wrapped her legs around him, to feel his tight ass moving up and down on her, and to encourage him to move ever quicker.

Simon gasped and released her wrists, allowing her to wrap her arms around him too.

She was actively fucking him, as much as he was fucking her, and they made 'the beast with two backs' come alive with their passionate clinch.

It had to come to an end, though, and they both knew when that time had come. The final thrusts, the final clenches, the final gasps, a shout from Simon, a squeal from Tanya, then suddenly all was still. Except, that is, for the pulsing, throbbing cock delivering spurt after spurt of thick cum deep inside Tanya, and the rhythmic contractions of her cunt as it sought to suck every last drop of cum from Simon's body. They were both exhausted by the effort, totally drained, totally spent.

They briefly fell into a deep sleep without even disengaging from each other, until Simon rolled aside and his softened cock slipped from Tanya's pussy, to release a flow of surplus cum between her thighs.

The Next Day.

Tanya woke to find Simon next to her, propped on one elbow, and stroking her hair gently. He was smiling and his blue eyes glinted, as he drew his long fingers through her tousled hair, straightening it and spreading it across her pillow.

She smiled back and said, “Good Morning, Officer!” and laughed as Simon grimaced.

“I am still off duty,” he said, “and after the exertions of last night, I really need a shower. Would you like to join me?”

She noted that he already had a morning erection, raising the sheets like a tent-pole, and agreed that she also needed to wash away the evidence of last night, before they continued their day.

So Simon led Tanya to his luxurious bathroom and let the warm water flow. He stepped into the spacious shower cubicle first, the forceful spray splashing from him, and held out his hand to draw Tanya in alongside him.

Her eyes were fixed on his hard cock as the spray bounced around the cubicle. But she managed to look up at him and admire the muscular body with rivulets of water flowing down his chest and body, before they parted to pass his cock and balls and run down his strong thighs.

He admired her body too as the water made her black hair shine wetly, and ran down between her proud breasts, and across her flat belly. It focused to run in a stream between her thighs, over her waxed clean pussy, to wash away the remnants of his cum and her juices.

They hugged closely enough to prevent the water from flowing between their bodies, and she felt his cock pressing urgently against her belly.

They each took some liquid soap into their hands and stroked each other sensually, cleaning while pleasing both themselves and the other. Simon's hands roamed all over Tanya's body, exploring every nook and crevice with his soapy fingers, but Tanya hesitated to soap Simon's hard cock, in case she might waste some of the cum which was now so precious to her. She looked up at him with an unspoken question.

Simon understood, and said, “Don't worry, Tanya, I assure you that it is best to wash me clean while it is hard! It is much more difficult when it is soft and wrinkled!”

She laughed and stroked his cock gently, studying every prominent vein, and the elegant shape of the pointed head, designed to part her pussy lips just as it had the night before.

Meanwhile, he soaped and admired her breasts, squeezing gently, lifting and stroking them firmly, pressing them together to make the falling water stream more forcefully between them, in a concentrated flow. He teased her pink nipples and the darker, erect peaks which topped them, circling them with his thumbs.

When they had finished cleaning, and playing with each other's bodies, they agreed they must return to the bedroom, and stepped out to dry each other carefully with soft fluffy towels. Simon was still hard and erect, and Tanya was cautious about how she dried him - she had other plans in mind for his cock!

What she did not know was that Simon also had plans in mind. He led her back to the bedroom and sat her on the end of the bed, standing between her spread knees, with his cock directly in front of her glowing face. She smiled because this was what SHE had had in mind, but before she could take Simon into her mouth, he pushed her back onto the bed and quickly knelt between her thighs.

She gasped in anticipation. None of her previous lovers had gone down on her with any enthusiasm, nor for very long, and certainly without bringing her to a full orgasm. In the main, it had been a cursory lick for a minute or two, before they had expected her to suck them off. Perhaps Simon was different?

It seemed he was. He slowly licked her inner thigh from the knee up to the soft skin below her pussy, but stopped before he reached her lips, and turned to the other thigh. He repeated this several times, while she wriggled and writhed, trying to encourage him to take the final step.

When he decided that she could wait no longer, he pressed her knees even wider apart, and for the first time, she felt his hot breath blowing over her damp pussy. She was completely hairless, having been meticulously waxed clean, and sensed every movement of his lips, tongue and fingers as he began to tease her.

His wet tongue-tip stroked smoothly along each of her wet, swollen pussy lips, from back to front, just as he had licked her inner thighs. His tongue was strong, seeming to have a life of its own, and teased her lips apart, probing between them to explore within.

He moved up to explore her clit, where one hand pressed her mound, to expose the red button of ecstasy, while the other hand parted her pussy lips to expose the deep purple well of her vagina, oozing slick honey now.

While his mouth clamped over her clit, one long elegant finger slid inside her cunt and circled her inner walls, seeking her most sensitive spots. He sucked her erect clit between his lips and teased it cautiously with his tongue. Her reactions encouraged him to continue, which he did with increasing vigour while his finger moved in and out of her dripping cunt.

Her hips began to buck against his mouth and finger, and she moaned rhythmically with a rising pitch and increasing volume. He pressed a second finger inside her, squeezing her open, spreading her wide, and moved them steadily in and out, in time with his ministrations to her clit.

When she reached down to grasp his head and force him harder against her, he knew the time had come, and that Tanya was about to. Her breathing reached fever pitch as she held his head against her and her hips bucked violently against his mouth and fingers. Then, with a loud scream, she came hard and almost suffocated Simon between her thighs and hands.

He felt her shaking orgasm throbbing throughout her body, as the tremors in her cunt spread to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes. She shouted and swore at him - he had never been quite sure why that happened when he had delivered such exquisite pleasure to a woman, but he assumed it was a way of releasing all the built-up tension in her body and mind.

Then she seemed to turn to jelly, and flopped back on the bed, while he withdrew and composed himself. He was still hard and erect; even more so, if that were possible. He simply stood there, between her knees, and waited for her to compose herself too.

When her breathing returned to normality, she sat up and looked up into his blue eyes with the deep dark pools of her own eyes, almost tearful, but very, very happy. “Simon,” she said, “ that was a most wonderful experience! You seemed to enjoy it more than any other man I have ever known!”

Unable to avoid the obvious issue of Simon's own needs, which stood right in front of her eyes, she reached out and wrapped one hand firmly around the rock-hard shaft, squeezing it tight, to feel the steely strength beneath the smooth surface.

He bowed his head and said, “Yes, I do enjoy it very much, Tanya. I love the tastes and aromas, and the complexity of a pussy. It is a delight to bring out all the possible sensations and guide you to such a climax. But my own has to wait, and now I do not think it will take long for you to bring me to a conclusion too.”

She nodded her understanding, and stretched her mouth as wide as she could, to engulf the swollen head of Simon's cock. Her tongue swirled around it time and again, as she sucked noisily upon it, her saliva oozing around his cock, to dribble down the full length and drip from his tight balls.

Her hand stroked harder and harder up and down his length, while she held the head still inside her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Her other hand cupped and fondled his balls, squeezing them gently as they swelled with cum, then slid upwards to join her other hand. She worked his cock with both hands now, still keeping the head tightly wrapped by her lips, though some saliva escaped now, to drip from her chin.

She looked up at him again and saw him nod; his hands had been behind his back, but now he reached out to hold her head tight and began to fuck her mouth, gently at first, but with increasing urgency as his climax approached.

Tanya removed one hand from Simon's shaft, allowing him to push more deeply into her mouth, but she gagged when the head hit the back of her throat, and she had to hold him back a little with the other hand. He understood and allowed her to control the depth and pace of his thrusts into her open, willing mouth, but he could wait no longer.

With one more push and a loud roar, Simon stopped deep inside Tanya's mouth and she felt the urgent pulses of cum hitting the back of her throat before she could pull back at all. She withdrew him slightly, but had to swallow the first salty pulse, before gathering the later surges in her mouth and savouring the taste.

His legs were shaking and he struggled to remain standing, while Tanya took a very full mouthful of his cum. The pulses subsided and she allowed his cock to slip from her grasp, and from between her lips, allowing some of the white cream to escape and dribble down her chin.

She looked up at him, with her dark eyes shining, and briefly opened her mouth to show what she had harvested from him, before she swallowed with a loud, theatrical gulp, and smiled at Simon's wide grin. He bent down to kiss her hard on the lips and tease inside her with his tongue, adding his own taste to the flavours he still held from her own overflowing pussy.

They sat together and hugged closely. It already seemed like time to have another shower, and neither of them was going to stand in the way of that sensual pleasure.

They agreed to spend the rest of the day resting, recovering and re-fueling for Sunday - supposedly, the 'day of rest'! They both knew it was not likely to be so.

Sunny Sunday Pleasure.

They lay together in bed as the morning sunshine streamed in through the open curtains, and cuddled sensually, stroking each other's bodies into fresh arousal again. It was not difficult, with the memories of the previous day still vivid in their minds.

Simon kissed her and said he would make breakfast. As it was such a beautiful sunny morning, he suggested that they breakfast on the balcony. It only overlooked the street, but the air was fresh and the sun shone directly from the south. While Simon gathered a few things for breakfast, Tanya slipped on a light robe and went out to sit at the table.

When Simon joined her with a tray of delicious breads and sweet biscuits, a huge pot of coffee, and a jug of fresh orange juice, she was delighted. Like Simon, she usually breakfasted alone and it was a necessary meal, but a shared breakfast was something quite different, especially with intrusive, lurid memories of their recent encounters constantly flashing through their minds.

They shared their sexual fantasies quite freely. Neither of them were turned on by thoughts of threesomes, nor by anal sex; they shared a slight interest in mild bondage and restraint, but neither were interested in serious domination, choking or humiliation, and certainly not in anything involving pain or distress for either partner.

They were both open to experimental positions, but on the whole, they concluded that their tastes were really quite 'vanilla'. Neither felt any regrets about that - they were both committed to sensual sexual pleasures, and if 'vanilla' was their preferred taste, then so be it. There were very good reasons for it to be such a popular flavour!

One thing that did emerge from their musings was that both enjoyed the doggie-style position, and both felt that that was because of the satisfying depth of penetration which could be achieved.

Simon also enjoyed the sight of his own cock pumping in and out of a wet pussy, and the degree of control it gave him over the pace of the encounter, allowing him to extend the pleasure he both gave and received. He enjoyed being fully in control of his partner's pleasure and sought to maximise it.

Tanya agreed about the satisfying depth, but her experience of Simon was that there was no need to enhance that! Her only reservation was that, unlike Simon, she could not see anything at all, though that lack focused her attention on the physical sensations. That led to an interesting conversation about the sense of sight, and they speculated about using mirrors or cameras, to see themselves as others might?

In turn, that led to consideration of other people watching them, though not participating, and they agreed that there was a certain appeal in 'exhibitionism', but perhaps it was more the thrill of possibly being watched? They agreed that the sense of danger of discovery would give them both an extra thrill, even if they were not, in fact, ever truly seen.

Tanya confessed that her own lack of underwear, beneath a chic dress, was perhaps a similar thrill - knowing that she was completely naked beneath her thin outward coverings and if only the public knew that, they would be … shocked? aroused? intrigued? Neither of them was quite sure how or why it worked, but it did!

Their discussions had aroused them both, of course, and hands began to stray. Simon put aside the breakfast tray, and they stood in their light robes face to face on the balcony. They each opened their robes, allowing their naked bodies to press against each other, and Simon's erect cock pressed urgently against Tanya's belly again. She could see and feel how far up inside her he would reach when he succeeded in squeezing his thickness between her wet pussy lips.

They wriggled their naked bodies against each other, hidden from view only by the thin robes draping from their shoulders. Tanya certainly found this arousing, knowing that only one thin layer of cloth hid them from the view of neighbouring balconies, windows, and indeed from passers-by in the street below.

Their recent conversations led Simon to turn Tanya around and press her against the balcony rail from behind, while his hard cock pressed along the valley of her ass cheeks. He raised the robe behind her and she groaned as she felt the contact of hard, naked erect cock against her soft ass; she wriggled sensually against his pressure.

Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “Do you want to fuck me here, now, Simon? Who knows who might be watching us? Does that thought excite you as much as it does me?”

Simon grunted his approval and bent his knees to lower his cock between Tanya's thighs. His fingers parted her wet, swollen lips, and he slowly, inch by inch, pressed his thick cock inside her. His hands grasped her hips and lifted her slightly to allow him to enter her fully, and she was now precariously balanced on the balcony rail, looking down into the street below. She parted her robe to free her breasts, which hung down over the balcony and swayed gently as Simon penetrated her.

Simon stopped at full depth to ask if she was OK, and when she gasped “Yes, yes, I'm more than OK!” he folded her robe up behind her so that she was fully exposed to his view from the shoulders down to her ass. Her long black hair dangled over the balcony edge, and, like her breasts, swayed with his every move in and out of her.

Tanya was in ecstasy; she was potentially in full public view, almost naked, while a handsome, strong man thrust his enormous cock in and out of her cunt from behind her, as deep as he could possibly go, his belly slapping against her soft ass when he reached full depth.

Simon enjoyed the possibility too, glancing around his neighbours windows and balconies, feeling the sun on his head and chest, and occasionally looking down to see his own slick cock shining in the sunlight as it moved relentlessly in and out of Tanya. Her pussy was dripping honey, which ran down his hard cock, to gather and drip from his balls.

Their breathing was becoming fast now, as he picked up speed, pumping like a well-oiled piston in and out of her, as she rocked back and forth on the balcony rail. She had no control and was simply rocked by Simon's thrusts into her, unable to force herself back or forwards. The danger of her position did not escape her, but perhaps enhanced her feelings.

Simon leaned forward to gather together her long black tresses and pull her back towards him as he pushed into her again and again. It seemed to excite Tanya even more, when Simon pulled hard back on the reins, to force her head back, and press her body in counter-thrust to his pumping cock.

She also realised that this lifted her body slightly, exposing her swaying breasts and clenching belly to the whole world, if only they chose to look. She had no evidence that anyone was watching, but that did not matter - it was the very possibility that aroused her. She pictured herself as a mare being served by a stallion, in front of an appreciative audience.

They were both rapidly approaching orgasm as the thrusts, and counter-thrusts increased in speed, depth and intensity.

Finally, the moment arrived when Simon could restrain himself no longer. He pulled back hard on Tanya's tresses, to hold her firmly impaled upon his cock, and she felt the throbbing of his cum pumping through it and striking deep inside her. She shuddered with the pleasure and her cunt convulsed around him again, not wanting him to leave her.

Simon's body folded down over Tanya's back and he kissed her between the shoulder blades before gently withdrawing his cock from her depths. She gasped with regret as he left her; she had wanted him to stay there forever!

He raised her to her feet and turned her to face him, wrapping their robes around them again, and hugged each other tightly. Simon's legs were still trembling slightly, and Tanya led him back to their bed, where they lay together in the afterglow of their subsiding orgasms.

They both said what a wonderful weekend this was proving to be, and how they never wanted it to end. Simon said, “It doesn't have to, Tanya.”

They looked each other in the eye and swore their perpetual love for each other forever, and they both meant it. Then they fell into a deep sleep, cuddling close together, never wanting to let go.

The Denouement.

They lie in bed together right now, as the Sunday sun rises yet again, and Tanya lifts herself on one elbow, to look down at Simon, lying so peacefully alongside her.

His eyes are still blue, but his hair is silver now, and there are grey streaks in her own. She sighs at the swift passage of time.

They have been such wonderful times, but she sometimes wakes from these very vivid dreams of their early encounters - the memories of their first meeting, and that very first weekend together - wishing that they could go back in time, and just relive it all over again. Not that she wants to change anything, she just wants to experience every moment again!

She does that frequently in these dreams, and they continue to fuel their active sexual life; perhaps a little more languid now, but just as intense and satisfying.

They have just had their Silver Wedding Anniversary, and Simon - who retired a few years ago now - had invited the whole family to a party at their country home yesterday. He had reminisced about his earlier life as a Police Officer, and how he had first met Tanya, but, of course, the intimate details of how their relationship later grew were not to be shared with their children and partners, nor their grandchildren!

They are the most secret and precious memories to both of them, and Simon sometimes says he will write them all down, but doubts whether anyone would want to read such lurid tales.

Who could possibly be interested?