Amie Ch 01

This is part 1 of a planned 3-part series, with an opening to write a possible fourth. This chapter has been re-edited.

Unlike everything else I have submitted, there is a core in this tale that really happened to me. There was an Amie, with red hair and small breasts. Fifteen years between us. Most of the rest is fiction.

I hope you will enjoy the story of Steve and Amie.

All sexual activity referred to or inferred in this story is by persons over the age of 18.

Dedicated to Amie

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"Hi."

My heart beat a little faster. I recognized her voice immediately. "Hi Babe, how are you?"

"I'm great! I'm at your home, sitting on the sofa, wondering when you're coming home.

"I'm naked."

Amie.

The center of my thoughts and dreams the past six months, and more than a few erotic ones. Ridiculous of me to act this way--I'm 15 years older. She's in her mid 20s-- but what a babe! Glorious red hair--I have such a weakness there.

Wonderful long legs that I've fantasized about in stockings. Small breasts, but I've always had a longing for small, sensitive ones. Eyes that light my fire. Oh, and wonderfully sensual lips--great for kissing.

That's all we'd done so far. Long, passionate sessions. Sure, a little groping, too. But I've never seen her naked, and now she was plainly offering herself to me!

We had met one glorious, spring day at the park. The weather was so nice, I did something unusual and made a sack lunch to eat at the park. I was sitting on the grass, having finished my lunch, reading a book.

She came walking by. I happened to glance up and see her and was mesmerized. Beautiful red hair... and those legs!

Our eyes met and she smiled. Then she came over and sat next to me.

She asked what I was reading and what it was about. We talked about a lot of random things. Sometimes the topic doesn't matter. She was so easy to talk to.

She asked whether I was married. I said my wife had died.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I really am."

As we talked, her eyes were full of life and she was, for some reason, interested in me. She made this clear by reaching over several times to touch my arm as she talked.

"I'm Amie."

"Steve."

"When our eyes met, I don't know what you were thinking. I saw a handsome man I would like to date. I've never been this forward with a stranger, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? If you'll unlock your phone and hand it to me, I'll enter my number so you can call me. If you'd like to go out sometime, I will definitely say 'yes.' It's up to you."

I waited a couple of days, debating whether I should call. Curiosity won out. Curiosity and lust.

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My wife had died of cancer a little more than two years before, although she fought it for six years. We had been married about 7 years when she was diagnosed. We had wanted children, but with no success.

Becky went to see her doctor and he wanted her to have a complete physical and blood labs. The good news: we found out why she was not getting pregnant. The bad news was a death sentence.

She fought her cancer valiantly for six years. The cancer won.

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I called her.

"Hi, Amie. This is Steve. We met in..."

"Hi! I'm so glad you called. Yes."

"Yes, what?

"Yes, I'll go out with you. What do you want to do on our first date?"

I had to laugh, but deep down I was also grateful. She took away my hesitation and nervousness.

"I'll let you choose. I'd like to have dinner with you. We can go to a restaurant, or I can cook dinner for us. I love to cook."

"Can I choose both? A restaurant this week and you cook for me next week?"

"I love that idea. That also means I don't have to get all nervous again about asking you out!"

"Why were you nervous? I already told you I would say 'yes!'"

"I haven't asked a woman out for 15 years. You're the first one since my wife died. I'm no better at calling a girl for a date than I was when I was 16!"

"I'm so glad men usually do the calling. I would be nervous. I'm really glad you were full of courage and called me!"

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We had a great dinner together at one of my favorite restaurants. She ordered steak, which surprised me a little. I expected her to order a salad or something lighter. Something someone her age would view as 'healthier.'

I love steak and love to grill. I tucked that away for the future.

The next week was at my house. I didn't want to ask about her address yet, so I suggested I pick her up at some neutral place for her.

"Why don't you want to pick me up at my apartment?"

Yeah, that was simpler. Clearly she trusts me.

I planned salmon filets in a lemon sauce, with rice and a tossed green salad. Since I was picking her up, I couldn't start cooking until we got to my house, but I had cut up everything in advance. I made the salad and covered it.

"Sit down and relax for a few minutes while I cook."

"No way! You can teach me how to cook this and I can be next to you."

She was definitely growing on me.

We cooked together, She stood next to me, her hand often on my shoulder. At one point, it was on my ass. I got hard and took a half step closer to the stove to hide it.

Amie moved her head by my ear and whispered, "Sorry. I didn't mean to cause you discomfort."

I looked over at her and she was smiling from ear-to-ear. Sorry my ass!

As we ate, we talked about a lot of things. We laughed a lot. Then came the moment.

"I hope you can talk to me about this. Tell me about your wife."

I told her about how we met, what she was like, our wedding. I told her of our desire to have children and how that led to discovery of her cancer.

"It must have been awful when she died."

"Even though I had known for six years that she would probably die, I was unprepared. No one can be prepared. No one can know what the loneliness will be like."

I had tears in my eyes and had to stop. I just looked down at my plate. My eyes swimming.

Amie stood and stood next to me. She put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for sharing that with me. I'm so impressed by how much you still love Becky."

It was a few minutes before I could resume talking.

After dinner we rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

"Steve, let's go sit on your sofa and talk."

I figured she wanted to make out. I was ok with that, but surprised at what happened.

"I wanted to share something about me, about my feelings also. I'm a virgin. I know that's weird to just announce that, but I want you to know. For now, I want to stay that way. I hope I mean enough to you that you won't disappear now."

"You stay a virgin as long as you want. I won't pressure you to do anything before you want to. Just so you know, I haven't dated anyone else since Becky died. Just you. I am not into recreational sex. It meant too much with Becky to want so much less with a stranger."

She sat next to me, and I put my arm around her.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

"I was wondering whether I had bad breath or something."

I kissed her. Wow, can she kiss! It got passionate quickly.

She was moaning. Her hand was behind my head, taking it captive to serve her lips. Finally the kiss ended and we were gasping for air.

"Steve, we may need oxygen nearby in the future. That was amazing!"

She glanced down at my pants. Ok, she glanced at my obvious erection in my pants.

"I can tell you like me. Just so you know, I'm soaking wet."

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We went on a lot of dates and did a lot of fun things together. I gave her a key to my house so she could water plants for me while I was on a business trip. She asked if I would mind if she stayed there while I was gone.

"My roommate's boyfriend has been staying over and I'm happier being somewhere else when I can."

One night, at my home, I asked how she would feel about a trip together.

"I am thinking of going to Bryce Canyon, in Utah. It would take us about a day to drive there. I figure if we spent two nights we could see the park for a full day and then drive home the next morning. Would you be ok if we got one room with two queen beds?"

"That sounds like so much fun, but it feels a little rushed. Could we stop somewhere else along the way and spend another night or two?"

We decided to visit Mesa Verde National Park on the way back. I gave her a choice for lodging. We could stay at an ordinary motel in Cortez, with two queen beds, or we could stay at a fabulous luxury place I found in the mountains. That one, however, only had rooms with queen beds.

"I'm only concerned about the cost. If the cost doesn't matter, I would love the luxury place. I'll let you spoil me a little."

"You are ok with sharing a bed?"

"I trust you. Let's have a rule. We never kiss in bed. Less chance of getting carried away, I hope."

We had a wonderful trip. Bryce Canyon was amazing and Amie enjoyed it immensely. She also enjoyed kissing at viewpoints. Bryce has a lot of viewpoints!

Mesa Verde was fascinating. We visited everything we could pack in to one full day and were completely exhausted when we fell into bed that night. No danger of sex that night.

I couldn't help but think how much I enjoyed traveling with her. On the way home, as is her nature, she told me how she felt.

"I had so much fun! Thank you for this adventure together. I knew the day I saw you in the park you were someone special."

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And now, about six months after that day in the park, there she was, on my sofa in the nude, calling to tell me. The next move was clearly up to me.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes!"

I hung up the phone and called for my secretary. "Tammy, it's 4 and I think I'm going to take off an hour early. You have my cell, but don't call unless it's urgent"

Out the door, into the elevator. Careful to hold my briefcase in front because of the fearful amount of tenting going on. Practically running to my car then racing down the various ramps and out into the street. I think I made it home in record time.

Picturing Amie's taut flesh underneath me did little to ease my erection. I pulled into my garage, jumped out of the car and ran through the kitchen into the living room.

There she was, just as she said. Stretched out on the sofa and naked as the day she was born. Even more naked than I expected, because she had shaved her pussy! I had asked once, and she reacted as though shaving was just plain weird, so I dropped it.

Wait! I realized she wasn't entirely naked. She was wearing black thigh-hi stockings.

I was even harder.

Amie stood up and walked across the room, one arm covering her breasts. Her other hand covered her pussy. She was shy, so she walked to me, wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

Was she kidding? I knew it took a lot of courage to be so brazen. It must have been uncomfortable for her. She obviously felt the same passion as I, and I was grateful she had summoned the courage to make this happen.

I moved her so I could see her face and kiss her tenderly. Quickly that became more intense. Deeper. Tongues dancing, reaching, touching. My hand on her bare ass.

"One of us is overdressed, and I've been imagining you naked, your skin on mine," she whispered. Her smile was mischievous, but as her hands went to work on buttons, buckle and zipper, there was an urgency driving her. This girl was clearly hot for me. It just made me even harder. Almost painfully so.

I struggled to help, but hands and feet caught for a few seconds as we both pulled and then started laughing as we fought to free me. Finally I was as bare as she and we hugged tight, my cock trapped between us. Kissing, almost devouring each other.

My hands roamed over her back, down to her ass. Smooth and soft. I grabbed that delicious curving flesh. She moaned, then one of her hands reached down between us and held my cock. My turn to moan.

She pulled away and dropped to her knees. "I've never done this before," she said. "Any of this. I've never sucked a cock--never wanted to until now. Never even seen one. I've been waiting for the right man to give this to. I've known for a month it was going to be you. Two months ago I started on the pill."

She licked my cock, something like an exclamation point on her last sentence. "Will you take my virginity?" Another lick. Eyes glued on me.

"Oh Amie," I groaned, "I love you. Of course."

Her mouth swallowed my cock. I gasped for air and almost lost my balance. "Are you sure you've never done this?"

"I think I would know! I went to see my cousin last week and had her tell me exactly how to do it. She peeled a banana and had me practice, making sure my teeth didn't dig into it. Am I doing okay so far?"

"Babe, you're doing way more than okay! I'm having trouble breathing!"

Another plunge the length of my shaft. Another gasp. She grabbed my ass for leverage and began to piston me in and out of her mouth. Then short strokes and licks of the head. Suddenly deep--as deep as she could. My big head was spinning.

My late wife hated blowjobs and was terrible at it. But Amie was clearly enthusiastic and enjoyed the experience. Slurping, licking, sucking, teasing. I was starting to lose my balance.

I knew I was going to come. No turning back. "Sweetheart, I'm coming!" Her only response was to suck me deep, then again, again. With a muffled roar I exploded deep in her mouth.

She held my ass with both hands, my cock buried in her throat, still shooting, throbbing. She held that position, eyes closed, until my cock spasms stopped, then stood, swallowed and kissed me deep.

"I loved doing that for you. "I've laid awake in my bed, dreaming of having your cock in my mouth and swallowing your cum. It was even better than I hoped. More arousing for me than I thought."

"Sweetie, that was by far the most intense blowjob I've ever experienced. I felt like I shot a gallon in your mouth."

"Well, it might not have been a gallon, but I was surprised at how much there was. My cousin said I might hate the taste, but it wasn't bad. Arousal helps, though, huh?"

There was a wonderful twinkle in her eye as she said that.

"Let's go in the bedroom. This needs to be a wonderful experience for you."

We walked down the hall, hand-in-hand, my cock still hard and leading the way. I laid her on the bed and got beside her on my side.

"I'm going to take my time. I want you to be so thoroughly aroused that penetration will be easier. Just trust me, but please let me know if you need me to slow down."

"I want to feel you. I trust you are clean. No condom, ok?"

"Suggestion from your cousin?"

"Yup."

I leaned over her and we started kissing. Slowly at first. She was nervous, but desire smoldered in her eyes. Our kisses grew more passionate and I began playing with her breasts.

My hand circled her nipple, only brushing it slightly. She shifted, forcing her nipple against my fingers. I pulled back, not willing to surrender the pace to her. She shifted again and moaned. Finally, I stroked her nipple. Again. Then I squeezed, and she gasped into our kiss. Squeezed harder. She lifted her chest, wanting more. I moved to her neck as she arched. I grasped her entire breast and caressed.

"Ohh, that feels wonderful."

I licked and kissed her breast, but not the nipple yet. She moved, trying to place her nipple in my mouth. I teased, licked, kissed. Still no nipple.

"Please suck on my nipple!" It was not so much a command as a moan with words. She needed my mouth there now.

I took her nipple tenderly in my mouth. Softly, promising more. Moaning. Now firmer. More moaning. Then I sucked on it. She grabbed my head and rolled part way, moaning loudly.

I moved to her other breast. I repeated the treatment, but got to the sucking sooner. She was almost thrashing, so I reached my hand down to her bare mons, but not all the way to her pussy yet. My fingers wandered the area, sometimes closer to her pussy, sometimes away, all the while sucking and licking a nipple. Her bare pussy amazed me.

Back to the first breast and straight to the nipple. It was hard and red and wet. She pushed her breast up and into my mouth, wanting me to take her hard. My hand slid lower, cupping her, not yet touching her lips.

She moaned again and rotated her pelvis, trying to find more contact, more pressure from my hand. I rubbed up and down, still refusing to touch more sensitive places. Her pelvis, almost frantic now, rubbed against my hand.

I moved my body fully between her legs, I kissed all over her pussy. I licked it, then put my pointed tongue inside and pushed as far into her as I could. I held it there.

Suddenly she froze. Her heels dug into the mattress as she lifted and arched in delicious agony. She hung there for several seconds. Only after a couple seconds did I notice her stifled scream. Slowly she collapsed back to the bed. Round one was over.

"Wow! I had no idea an orgasm could be that powerful. Now I understand why people talk about the earth moving."

"We've only started, and before I'm done, you'll come even harder."

"I don't know if I can take it, but I'll try." Big smile.

I didn't answer. I just dipped a finger into her dripping pussy lips. Her smile vanished and she tensed slightly, then a moan escaped her lips. "Oh that feels very nice." Her head dropped back and her mouth opened as her eyes glassed over, lost in the feeling.

I rubbed my finger slowly and softly the length of her slit. Plenty of moisture, but I wanted to touch everything. When she started to rotate her pelvis again, I slid my finger slowly, deliciously, into her cunt. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.

I pulled my finger out and pushed it in again, a little faster and deeper. Her chest raised up and she started to pant. I dragged my finger over her clit and she twisted, thrashing from the intensity of her pleasure.

I removed my finger and moved up to kiss her. She thought I was ready for intercourse and tried to shift under me. I kissed, then moved down her body. I kissed her nipples again, sucking on each one for a few seconds.

I kissed her belly, then her hips and thighs, down to the tops of her stockings. I made my way up her inner thigh, reveling in the smooth softness of her skin. Then, still skipping her pussy, I made my way back down the opposite thigh. Then slowly back up.

When I reached her pussy, I lifted my head to look up. Her head was back, her hands were holding her breasts, her fingers squeezing her nipples. I dipped my head and licked her slit, then lightly caressed her clit with my tongue.

Her hands obviously had left her breasts, because they were now on my head, urging me on. I snuck another peek and her head was thrust back, her chest jutting out, breasts squeezed between her arms, her nipples pointing wantonly at the ceiling, waving as if they wanted in on the action.

I reached an arm up her body and fastened a grip on a nipple, rolling it gently between my fingers, while I attacked her clit more forcefully.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." A long, drawn-out moan as I sucked on her clit, teasing it with my tongue as I held it between my lips. She started to thrash and then arched her back off the bed again. I held on as she cried a high-pitched wail, the cry hanging in the air just as her body hung there.

Slowly she relaxed, collapsing back to the bed.

"Unbelievable!" she gasped, panting for breath. She didn't know what was coming, though, because I was moving up, positioning myself between her legs, reaching to kiss her as my cock sought her wet folds.

As I kissed her, touching her tongue again, my cock rested at her entrance. I pushed ever so slightly, just to put the head inside those lips. She hesitated and I looked into her eyes.