The Sauna Part 216

The time flew after Cherie woke up and the three of us decided to check out the sights. We drove into Pagosa Springs and I pointed out the spa and encouraged them to go and check it out while I did some shopping. I picked up some things for the trip and bought some more groceries and made several calls to Jon’s lawyer to settle some details about the foundation. I returned home to drop off the groceries and decided to check in at Backstage. I managed to get some work done that had accumulated from the fan club while I had the time since my guests were otherwise occupied at the hot springs.

Cherie and Jim were loving the indoor pool and the privacy that the off season afforded. There were no other visitors while they relaxed in the bubbling hot water and Jim finally managed to coax Cherie out of her bathing suit with some good-natured teasing. She was extraordinarily modest in general, but Dave’s ridiculous standards coupled with his tendency to withhold sex when he was angry with her had resulted in a desire to let go and explore her wild side. Jim’s compliments and encouragement were just the balm that her bruised ego needed and soon they were frolicking naked in the soothing waters.

“So Trish wasn’t lying when she used to tell me how well-endowed you were” Cherie observed ruefully.

“Trish must have exaggerated” Jim replied with smug satisfaction.

“Oh, I don’t think so …” Cherie replied with a hint of desire.

He knew he was lucky, but tended to downplay it himself, but there was a reason why he loved to be naked. I’d always teased him about being a closet nudist and he was sporting a very proud erection at that particular moment and Cherie’s mouth was watering. Dave had little to offer in the sexual arena and had always been a rather selfish lover, and a stingy one at that. Weeks of deprivation had turned into months and Cherie was hungry. Missy’s virginity had seemed quite appealing at first, but her prudishness in all areas of sexuality had gotten old pretty quick and Jim was raring to go. He’d show Cherie what good loving was supposed to be like.

“If you like the size, you’ll love the tricks it can do” Jim said with a wink.

“It does tricks?” Cherie prompted him a bit more, feigning naïveté.

Jim grinned and hopped up on the side of the pool, displaying his equipment more prominently. He grinned slyly as he made it bob up and down and tried his ventriloquist act which he’d somewhat improved over the years. He remembered how well this trick had worked in the past and how he’d seduced me originally by being so goofy.

“Hi Cherie! It’s so nice to meet you! I love to play! Would you play with me?” Jim’s penis said in a squeaky voice.

Cherie was nearly undone with this clever come on and she giggled hysterically as Jim turned on the charm.

“I’ve been so lonely and I need a friend. Wouldn’t you like to pet me?” his penis went on to say.

“Well, I don’t know…” Cherie began to hesitate.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. We both deserve to have some fun, don’t we?” his penis said rather convincingly and Jim made it twitch again for good measure.

“Well, you are kind of cute…” she said a little coquettishly.

“C’mon, I know you wanna play, pretty lady” the penis implored her and Cherie relented.

She had been starved for affection for years during her marriage and in fact any attention at all was a welcome surprise. She’d buried her sexual feelings in order to escape the pain of constant rejection and their sudden emergence took her by storm. Jim’s “invitation” to play was one she couldn’t pass up. Who knew when another such opportunity might come along?

Cherie reached out her hand tentatively and stroked the length of his shaft. Jim worked hard to make it bob up and down faster which gave the impression of a puppy that was eager to have some attention. She licked her lips and looked up at Jim and he smiled down at her.

“Cherie, you’re one of my closest friends and I don’t wanna push you here, girl. But I want you to know that whatever you want, it’s cool with me. We can keep it as friends or we can see where it goes. It’s up to you” he said invitingly, using his own voice this time.

That was all it took to unleash the years of pent up frustration that had been borne during her lonely marriage to Dave. Cherie swiftly made her decision. She dove onto Jim’s waiting penis like a woman possessed and she swallowed him down in one gulp. Jim caught his breath and steadied himself with his hands in her hair as he buried himself in her welcoming mouth. He wasn’t prepared for her whole-hearted endeavor and he struggled to hold back the tide as he knew she’d gotten little pleasure herself over the years. Whatever happened between them in the future, he wanted it to be different for her this time.

He pulled her head back and she gazed up at his face with a wounded expression. What had she done wrong? Why was he stopping her? How should she please him? She’d learned to question and doubt everything she had ever done sexually thanks to Dave’s critical remarks about her body, her behavior and her appeal through the years. She’d learned to doubt herself as a woman and she assumed she had failed yet again.

Jim saw the pained look in her eyes and his breath caught in his throat. What had that bastard done to her? She was a beautiful and tender soul who he’d stomped into submission without laying a hand on her until recently, he thought to himself. Jim was angry now that he saw the extent of the damage Dave had caused when he looked in her eyes. Dammit, I’ve got to show her how much I care about her, he thought.

“Cherie, sweetheart, I wanna make love to you if you’ll let me. If you keep up kissing me like that, though, I won’t have the ability to show you how much I want you” he said gently.

Cherie’s expression showed her confusion and he reached out to pull her up from the pool. She wasn’t sure how to respond and she sat there beside him, hanging her head. He folded her to him and tilted her chin as he lowered his mouth onto hers and tasted her lips. She melted against him, tears in her eyes. Dave never kissed her as he said her breath always bothered him.

Jim kissed her deeply and felt her respond to his touch, her tongue gingerly licking at his. He wanted so badly to heal her and he forced himself to hold back. Missy had never liked kissing and had always pulled back, but Cherie returned his passion as she grew bolder. He tenderly brushed her nipples with his fingertips and she moaned in response as he tore his mouth away from her hunger.

He laid her down on the floor of the pool room and trailed kisses over her quaking body as she opened herself to his love. His tongue darted into her slippery folds and she was transported to another plane, relinquishing all her fears and self-doubts as he skillfully nibbled her fruit. She bit down on her fist, stifling her cries, as her orgasm overtook her and Jim’s mouth enveloped her stiffening bud.

“Make love to me, Jim” she cried as she came and he raised his head to meet her gaze.

Her eyes were glazed in the throes of her bliss and Jim was ready and willing, and far more than able, to take her higher than she’d ever dreamt possible. He moved with the grace of a cat as he plunged his swollen shaft into her core and she writhed beneath him in pleasure. He slipped his hand between their entwined bodies, urging her over the cliff as he echoed her release with his own. They lay quietly, absorbing the aftershocks, as their bodies quivered and shook with relief. Jim leaned over to kiss her as he wiped the tears from her face.

“Is that what it’s like?” she whispered softly.

“It is when someone cares about you, baby” he whispered back.