(M/F Rom)

Bimmy



It was a strange sort of party.  There was a bunch of us but I don't 
think that anyone knew every one.  We had somehow gathered together that 
evening.

Some obviously were good friends of both our host and hostess.  Others, 
like myself, knew one or the other.  I was with a group that had gone 
sailing earlier in the day.  A warm mid-summer day, there hadn't been 
much wind and towards three in the afternoon, we had returned and docked 
the boat.

A dedicated sun block wearer, I had gone back to the apartment, doffed 
the boat clothes, showered, put on other casual clothes and returned for 
the evening.  The party was in one of those neighbourhoods on the edge 
of the downtown district.  Once a genteel area of single homes dating 
from the turn of the century, the district had fallen into poor times 
until rescued by those with enough money to transform it back to its 
former glory.  The yards had been replaced with brick, the houses were 
renovated and were now populated by a relatively young and a well-off 
group of mostly professionals.



Underneath the lindens in the side and back yards, we enjoyed the wines 
and finger foods of casual outdoor entertaining.  I didn't know many of 
the people there so I moved around the fringes, talking about the day's 
sail with those I recognized.

At some point, I was sitting beside a good looking woman in her 
thirties, discussing the various things the people across the street 
were doing to make their house even more noteworthy.  Another woman, of 
about the same age, stopped beside us and spoke with my temporary 
companion.  We were introduced and I offered to get her a glass of wine.  
She was short, dressed in a bright print blouse and navy shorts.  Her 
light brown hair was simply styled and there wasn't anything 
particularly remarkable about her appearance except for her brilliant 
blue eyes.

When I returned with the wine, she motioned for me to regain my seat but 
I shook my head and held the glass out for her.

"Sit down beside me so I don't have to look up at you," she said.

By then, of course, I had forgotten her name.  Nevertheless, I sat down 
and gradually edged back into the conversation.  From chance remarks, it 
seemed she wasn't attached to anyone else here, or elsewhere.

For the next half hour, the three of us explored the general topics that 
get people through cocktail parties.  The bulk of the chatting was 
carried by the two women.  I threw in a remark from time to time but I 
was just as content to sit there with them.  While I had begun talking 
to the blonde, the brunette and I were gradually building a rapport.  
Ever so slightly, our bodies came closer together.  Now and then, we 
caught ourselves looking directly at each other.  I still could not 
remember her name and it didn't come up in our conversation.

Then, just as the sun began to set, our hostess announced that the food 
for dinner would be served inside the house.

There was a general movement toward the side and back doors but, for 
some reason, neither of us joined the first rush.  I turned my head 
towards her and saw her looking back at me.

"You're very quiet, aren't you?" was a pretty direct question from her.

"Yeah...I guess I'm not the party going type," I replied.

Up until then, our relative positions had not been that close.  But in 
the getting up and moving around of the others, she and I had moved 
closer to each other.  This had allowed several people, more interested 
in food, to get by us.  I don't know what scent she was wearing, but it 
began to attract me to her so I didn't move away.

"Would you like me to get you another glass of wine?" I offered.

There was a measured pause before she replied.  "No, I would like you to 
stay here right now.  I'm comfortable, they're all inside oohing over 
the groaning board and it's still nice out."

The sun had now set but there was still lots of light in the sky.

I reached out my hand just as she reached hers towards me.  Looking at 
her blue eyes, the rest of the yard, the house and the street seemed to 
drop out of focus.  She bent towards me and softly kissed me.

Now, I'm a fairly average guy who, at the time, was on a bit of a 
rebound.  Out on my own for the first time since I was a teenager in 
school, I was unsure about getting back into the mainstream of dating.  
I don't get kissed very often by women I've just met.  Not one to 
hesitate too long, though, I kissed her back and put my other arm across 
her shoulders.

We settled into each other, fitting ourselves together.  I still have 
this vivid memory of there being nothing around us, just like a dream.  
The kiss intensified to the point where, when we both broke apart, we 
were both breathing deeply, almost exactly together.

"How long are you staying?" I asked.  "Do you have to get home, 
something like that?"

"No, there's nothing else I have to do."

We were still very close, face to face, and I was a little surprised at 
the intensity of our next kiss.

"Would you like to go some where else?"

"Not right now," she responded but moved closer and hugged me as if 
offering some reassurance that we would leave later.  I tightened my 
arms around her, enjoying the feel of her breasts as they pressed 
against my chest.

The chattering of returning eaters gradually penetrated this small world 
we had created.  Her friend noticed us still sitting where she had left 
us and came across the yard.

"Bimmy," she called, "are you going to have something to eat?"  There 
must be a god who smiles on those poor benighted men who can't seem to 
remember names.

"No, we're just sitting here," was Bimmy's response.

"I can see that."  With that, her friend moved away to leave us alone.

By this time, we were both feeling a little giddy as we giggled at the 
obvious implications in her friend's comment.  I pulled Bimmy up so that 
she was sitting, tailor fashion on my lap, facing me.  I put my hands on 
her waist, enjoying the feeling of her body under her clothes.

For all the obvious reasons, her crossed legs pressed more firmly into 
my groin and thighs.  There was the inevitable reaction as my penis 
began to harden.

With a mischievous smile, Bimmy quickly glanced down and then back to my 
face.  "Don't get an erection," she whispered, clenching her teeth 
together.

It didn't matter to my penis.

"Don't get an erection!" she repeated with more emphasis.

"Too late," I grinned as I shifted my hips to free up some more space.

"Now, we're stuck here."  With that, she kissed me again and softly 
stuck her tongue between my lips.

>From behind me,  her friend called, "Bimmy, you have to try some of 
this."  Breaking off the kiss, Bimmy looked over my shoulder but said 
nothing.  After a short pause, she gathered herself and gently stood up 
beside me.  I appreciated the care she took to avoid scrunching my more 
delicate parts.  It looked like she was going over to her friend.

I didn't want her to leave and the closeness between us was in danger of 
being broken.  Bimmy's torso was partially concealed from her friend by 
my body.  Stepping  to my side, her lower body was right beside me.  The 
closeness was returned as Bimmy put her forearm on my shoulder.  I 
reached up and placed my hand on her shorts, over her mons.  I could 
feel the softness of her abdomen with my fingers and the plump bulge on 
her pubic arch under the heel of my hand.

Bimmy backed away a half step and smiled down at me.  "That's not a good 
thing to do now... here...if you want more later."

I looked across the street at another couple enjoying the evening air on 
their second floor balcony.  My hand was still on her.

"Do you want more later?" I asked, raising my eyes to her face.  Her 
reply was to push her hips forward, pressing into my hand.

"I haven't dated in a long time," I said, "probably 30 years, and I 
can't seem to get things right."  My hand was gently pressing back.

"I've been out of it too."  Bimmy now placed her other hand on my 
shoulder.  "Do you want to work on the signals?"

I continued looking up at her.  Both of us appeared to want to take this 
a little farther but we also were unsure.  I had enjoyed the kissing and 
the comfort of her body next to me.

"How hungry are you," I asked, "for supper?"

"Not for supper."  Bimmy tightened her hands on me.

I stood up and took her hand in mine.  My erection hadn't diminished to 
the point where I wouldn't be embarrassed.  Loose shorts helped, though.  
"Come on, I'll drive you home."

"Good.  I came with Angela," nodding her head towards her friend, "but I 
don't want to go back with her."  Bimmy put her hands up to my head and 
pulled my lips down to hers.  A quick kiss and a mutual lick of each 
other's tongue tips was enough.

We said our goodbyes and walked out onto the street.  As we moved 
towards my car, I put my arm around her back.  As my hand fitted between 
her side and arm, Bimmy pressed it closer.  Within two steps, my hand 
cupped her breast and I heard her quickly inhale.

"I feel the same way," as I rubbed my cheek into her hair.

I unlocked the car door and opened it for her.  Standing by the door, I 
said, "Tonight is one of those nights when a convertible is perfect but 
we'll have to do with this."

"Does it go fast?" she grinned.

"How far do we have to go?" returning her grin.  It seemed as if we were 
getting better at reading each other.

Bimmy snorted and replied, "I can't let that one go by."

"What do you mean?"

Fixing her eyes on me, she said, "All the way."

I threw back my head and laughed.  "Let's get going then."



As I drove through the downtown streets, I was very aware of this woman 
beside me.  Her scent began to fill the interior of my car and I could 
feel my attraction trying to reach between the seats, trying to reach 
her.  Turning towards me as far as the seat belt would allow, Bimmy put 
her hand on mine as I shifted gears through the intersections.  She 
pointed out where she worked as we moved down closer to the waterfront.

"I'm staying at a condo for some friends who are overseas.  It's got a 
great view of the water."

"I've probably looked up at your building.  I used to have a boat here."

The boat was in a former life so I knew the area.  In the summer time, 
the waterfront was a vibrant and noisy mixture of tourists, city 
dwellers looking for some water, street entertainers with the odd hooker 
strolling from one hotel to another.

"This doesn't seem to be your part of town."

"It's not but the rent's cheap."



Bimmy was right about the view.  Floor to ceiling windows faced out onto 
the water.  There were a few private boats still slowly motoring around.

"Look at this," she said as she opened the windows.  They slid back so 
that there was this great space in front of us.

"Have I told you about my fear of heights?"  With this, I moved back 
from the window.

"You're not kidding, are you," Bimmy answered as she turned to face me.  
"Anything else you're afraid of?"

"Not when I close my eyes."  I pulled her into my arms and bent down to 
kiss her.  My tongue sought hers and we engaged in that duel that 
provides so much promise of what's to come.

As our embrace lengthened, I pushed my groin towards her abdomen, moving 
my arms down to her lower back.  Placing the palms of my open hands 
below her waist, I started to run my fingers up and down her buttocks.

Bimmy circled my waist with her arms and tugged me into her, beginning 
the grind of her hips into mine.  Feeling the hardening of my penis as 
it grew, she pulled her lips away.

She smiled up at me.  "I take back what I said at the party.  Do keep 
the erection!"

"Is this the more?" I grinned back.

At this point, I was holding her upper buttocks in both hands.  Bimmy 
brought her hands up between our two bodies.  As she undid the remaining 
button on my golf shirt, she left no doubt.  "I'll do yours.  You do 
mine."

I started to unbutton her blouse as she tugged my shirt out of my pants.  
Bimmy ran her hands up underneath my shirt.  An involuntary shiver that 
was partly gasp and partly moan ran through me as she lightly dug her 
nails into the skin of my chest.

Opening her blouse completely, I cupped her breasts and slowly rubbed my 
thumbs across her bra, feeling for her nipples.  Underneath the lace, I 
could feel them tighten with each stroke.  Bimmy's nails scratched 
lightly as she teased my nipples in return.

I took my hands way from her and pulled my own shirt off.  As my hands 
lifted it over my head, Bimmy stood on her toes and quickly sucked on 
the hair, first in one armpit, then the other.  She took her blouse off 
and then reached behind her back to unhook her bra.  I pressed my hands 
into her breasts, moving her flesh in small circles.  Her pink nipples 
hardened even more until I could feel them poking stiffly into my palms.

Putting her hands behind my neck, she rubbed her face back and forth on 
my chest.  I lifted her face and kissed her forehead, eyelids, the sides 
of her nose, and the corners of her mouth.

As I kissed under her jaw line, I felt Bimmy's fingers undoing my belt 
and the buttons of my shorts.  I did the same to hers and pushed them 
down over her hips.  My shorts dropped to the floor and Bimmy grasped my 
erect penis with both her small hands.

I bent over and started running my tongue over the upper slope of her 
right breast.  This was becoming a little awkward because of the 
difference in our heights.  We hadn't moved from in front of the open 
window and now I could hear the sounds of the party boats cruising the 
harbour.

"Why don't we lie down on the floor?"  I slipped my hands under the 
waist band of her panties to cup each buttock.  Bringing my hands 
around, feeling the softness of her hips, I ran my fingers through the 
fluffy bush covering her mons.  As I dipped first one, and then the 
other, overlaying middle finger through the slit of her vulva, I could 
feel the moisture of her arousal.  The panties just naturally slid off.

Not releasing her two handed grip on my penis, Bimmy pulled me down with 
her.  "We could go into the bedroom?"

"Not unless you want to," was my reply.

Stretching out side by side, we both gave each other the once over.  
Bimmy's breasts had flattened a little now that she was lying down but 
her nipples were standing out a full half inch from their puffy areolae.  
They were begging to be kissed and sucked and nibbled and gently 
twisted.  I couldn't resist!

Her hands were still on my penis but now she started to stroke up and 
down.  "Like?" she asked.

"Mmmmm," I replied as she gradually increased the pressure on me.

My fingers returned to their exploration of her vulva, opening her labia 
so that I could spread her fluids around and up to her clitoris.  
Teasingly, I circled it with the lightest of touches.  I didn't know 
just how sensitive Bimmy was until my index finger touched the end of 
her clit.  With a convulsive bounce of her hips, Bimmy let go of my 
penis and grabbed my shoulders.

I lifted my mouth from her breast to apologize.  "Sorry, lover.  I 
didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay.  It felt like a spark of static electricity."

Settling my face back down on her warm, soft skin, I began tracing my 
tongue lower onto her abdomen, licking around her navel.  I kept my left 
hand between her legs, tenderly strumming her labia.  My other hand 
slowly circled ahead of my lips.

Bimmy's hands were still on my shoulders and she almost imperceptively 
pushed me lower.  My left hand combed through her fur, lifting strands 
up between my fingers.  As I tugged her hair upwards, I could see her 
hips jerking in response.

My mouth was just above my fingers so I started to lick her juice off 
them.  With her sweet odor rising up to me and the taste of her passion 
on my tongue, I couldn't believe what an idiot I had been in forgetting 
her name.  Of course, I didn't know then what I knew now.  I vowed I 
would never forget this wonderful woman's name again.

Seeing me shake my head, Bimmy asked, "What's the matter?"

I chuckled and moved up to look right into those beautiful blue eyes, 
shining in the light coming through the open window.  "Nothing's the 
matter now.  I'll tell you later."

She drew my head down and we indulged each other in an open mouthed 
kiss.  Once again, I retraced my path down her body.  My tongue washed 
across each breast, stopping so that I could suck each nipple in between 
my teeth.  Each time I bit down, Bimmy inhaled, pushing that breast into 
my face.

Lower, lower...down her body.  I was trying to decide whether to get a 
condom out now, or wait.  Bimmy's hands were pressing me into her 
abdomen, spreading her legs as I let the weight of my torso rest on her 
mons.  I could feel the unmistakable rotation of her hips as she 
scrubbed her clitoris into my breast bone.  I could feel the slick of 
her juices matting her pubic hair into my chest hair.

"Just a moment, love, I have to get something."

I stood up, my penis bobbing in the light from the window, and hurried 
over to my jacket.  Returning to her, I could see a smile on her face.

Kneeling beside her, a drop of pre-cum started to fall from the end of 
my penis.  Catching it in her hand, Bimmy rubbed it into the hair on her 
mound.

Opening a condom packet, I started to roll it onto my penis.

"Here, let me do that."  Laughing up at me, she said, "I think you've 
got it inside out."  She was right.  I got a second packet, opened it 
and handed the condom to her.

With her hands, she smoothed the condom down the length of my penis, 
running her thumbs along the underneath of my shaft.

"Let me get back to where I left off."  I pushed my lips into the 
springy softness of her pubic hair.  Opening my mouth, I swirled my 
tongue through her hair to lick up the traces of her moisture.  As I 
reached lower, my tongue flicked across her clitoris, eliciting another 
jerk of her hips.

Blowing soft little puffs, I moved my face down between her spread legs.  
Placing my hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs, I could feel 
little tremors firing through her body.

Bimmy's extended fingers were rhythmically kneading the plumpness of her 
own mons.  I flattened my tongue and laved her vulva from top to bottom.  
Pointing the tip, I moved her labia aside to slide my tongue slowly into 
the opening of her vagina.  Bimmy's groan started deep in her belly as I 
withdrew my tongue.

I alternated licking up the inside of her inner lips with a plunge into 
her.  Her vaginal moisture was coating the inside of my mouth and it was 
a little hard to tell where I stopped and she began.  I was as hot as 
she and just as wet.

"Lover, come here," and her hands pulled on my head.  Leaning over her, 
I braced my weight on my elbows.  "Oh, this feels so wonderful," as 
Bimmy's thighs lifted up to squeeze my hips.

The first poke of my penis was off target, riding up over her clitoris.  
Reaching down, Bimmy took me in her hand and  guided me to the opening 
between her legs.  The air in the room was full of the combined aroma of 
arousal, our perspiration and the summer night.  I could feel each 
finger on her hand as she held onto my back.

"Softly, softly, softly," I whispered and pushed the head of my penis 
into her warmth and slickness.  Even through the condom, I could feel my 
glans nudging into her, flaring wider as I pushed some more.  Releasing 
her hold on me, Bimmy placed her hand on my hip and urged me all the way 
in.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she chanted.  Fully all the way, pubic bone to 
pubic arch, we looked at each other.  Her eyes were wide open and she 
grinned in such an expression of mirth and pleasure.  I mirrored that 
grin before lowering my head to cover her face and mouth with kisses.

Flinging both her arms wide and then wrapping them around me, Bimmy took 
such a deep breath that I could feel her nipples spearing into my chest.  
I wormed my arms around her upper torso, holding so tightly that neither 
one of us could take a breath.

I could feel my penis being lightly squeezed by the contractions of the 
mouth of her vagina.  I started to rock in and out, just an inch or so, 
making sure that I kept the pressure up on her clitoris.

Then, her hips began to move in counterpoint to my little jabs at her 
sex, encouraging me to lengthen each stroke so that about half of my 
penis was moving in and out of her.  Digging my toes into the carpet, I 
picked up the pace of my thrusts.  Bimmy's legs curled around so that 
her calves were locked inside my legs.

Fully extended, body pressed into body, we reveled in the sexual magic 
we were making on this warm summer evening.  Perspiration sprang out 
from both our skins, lubricating those parts in close contact.  The air 
pumping in and out of our lungs was as hot as where our bodies were 
joined.

"I should warn you," I grunted.  "This isn't going to take long."

"Let it go, then.  I'm right behind you."

We never did get going really fast.  There was too much joy in rubbing 
pelvis or chest or legs against each other, trying to follow each 
others' mounting excitement.  I could feel the tickling warning that I 
was going to come very soon.  The strokes of my penis grew shorter and 
closer together.

Unexpectedly, Bimmy took a deep breath, clamping me to her with both 
arms and legs.  I could feel her body tense up into one set of locked 
muscles.  Her body bucked beneath me as my sperm erupted from my penis.  
Each throb of my penis was matched by a backwards jerk of her head until 
we both finally stopped.

Bimmy's head was resting on its crown, shoulders right off the carpet.  
Her neck stretched up before me with her chin pointing to the ceiling.  
Easing up from her embrace, I licked up her throat, tasting the salt of 
her perspiration.

Her eyes snapped open and she lowered herself so that she could look up 
at me.  To an external viewer, we were both motionless, except for a 
somewhat frantic dragging in of all the available air.  Both of us were 
really drinking in the sensations of this unplanned, totally incredible 
and completely joyous act.

As my penis softened, I returned to the little motions that were really 
just all pelvis movements against her.   There was a long way to come 
down for both of us.

Not wanting to lose Bimmy's protection from the condom, I reached down 
to hold it onto me.  Withdrawing very slowly, I sat back on my hams.  
Bending over the vee of her legs, I returned to licking her labia and 
vagina.

There was one more whole body jerk from her as I closed my lips around 
her clitoris.  Then, I felt her hand rest lightly on my head.



Cradling her in my arms, we looked out the open window.  With her head 
tucked under my chin, it was little hard to hear what she was saying.  
"Wow!  That was the ultimate.  I may have come harder but I don't think 
so."

"Nonsense, little one.  That's only the beginning."

And that night was only the beginning.