The Heart - Sex Stories

The Heart

... wanted and stuffed it in her canvas bag, fed her cat Gabby and petted her. She was wearing jeans and put on a sweatshirt over her t-shirt in case it got chilly, then dashed down the steps. “Let’s go. I’m psyched to see this spot of yours.” Her bike riding was a little wobbly at first, but then she quickly got into a groove and followed Walter out of town, up the steep hill which took some effort, but then they could coast down the other side, her long, dark hair blowing in back of her. They now rode their bikes side by side. She remembered the many times she rode on the back of Jonathan’s motorcycle. Walter looked at her and smiled. “Almost there.” When they turned off the road and pedaled the narrow path through the woods, Emily was not surprised to find where they were going, and when they came to the clearing and she saw Grover’s Pond, she was now surer than ever that what she was beginning to suspect was becoming clearer. “This is it,” Walter said. “I come here everyday.” Emily looked out at the water then at everything around her, the old willow tree, the two gnarled apple trees, the ducks and swans on the water, the sound of frogs croaking. It all came back to her. She closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of the grass where she had stood so many times with Jonathan. She lifted the yellow canvas bag from the handlebars of her bicycle, took out Jonathan’s old Indian blanket, unfolded it and flapped it out over the grass. “What a beautiful blanket,” Walter said, looking ...

... at it, watching Emily kneel down smoothing it out. She sat down on the blanket, looking at the water then up at Walter. “Sit with me.” When he sat down, she turned to him. “I’ve been here before,” she said. “I know,” Walter responded. “You remember this blanket, don’t you,” she said. “Yes, I remember this blanket.” Emily looked at him, nodding, smiling. “Make love to me.” And they did, lying on the blanket, kissing gently at first then with growing intensity. While kissing, their tongues swirled in each other’s mouths, and then Emily rolled on top, straddled him and looked deeply into his blue eyes. She leaned forward and again, their kissing became intense, their tongues swirling, their heat rising, their bodies grinding harder against each other. Emily could feel his hardness pressing into her wetness and she felt the overwhelming need to know again what she hadn’t known since Jonathan died. His hands gripped her ass through the thin denim of her jeans as she slid up and down the length of his jean-covered cock, their grinding and humping, more than she could bear. She wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him and suddenly, she rolled off of him onto her back. Lying next to him, she squirmed out of her jeans and panties while Walter did the same, then within seconds, he embraced her, kissing her madly. He lifted her T-shirt and kissed her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, his hands touching her in the magical way she remembered. His passion filled her with the ...