It’s called: “The Education of Ellen” (let’s say somewhat of a parallel to “50 Shades of Grey”)
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“The Education of Ellen”
The Awakening – Chapter 1
One year, I lived in Chicago… and had a great time. As a matter of fact, that was the first time I ever had anonymous sex. It was during the Christmas season and I was walking down Michigan Avenue at about 6:00 or so in the evening. If you’ve never been to Chicago, it’s a beautiful town, especially Michigan “Ave” (they call it “the miracle mile”) especially during the holidays.
Anyway, it was a rare day. There was a light snow falling and it wasn’t very cold; just barely below freezing, which is warm for a “Chi-town” winter. I was looking at an intricate window display in Marshalls, Chicago’s largest department store and all of a sudden there was an audible “sigh” uttered next to me. I looked over into the eyes of this attractive young lady in her early-20’s. She had sandy-blonde hair, pale skin, a beautiful “crest” smile and a smaller, but pleasing bust. Just as a side note, not all men care for buxom ladies. I feel I have some experience in this subject and it has also been my experience that smaller-breasted women have more sensitive nipples, (just saying…)
I knew this, and must have been staring at her chest when she blushed. She didn’t say anything, but I knew — that SHE knew I was staring. We both quickly looked away and returned to the window display. I felt a little guilty and decided to offer an apology. I turned to her and was about to say something and at the same time she had turned to me and was beginning to talk. We both stumbled out immediate apologies for interrupting the other and then… very spontaneously… started laughing out loud. I remember she placed her hand on my winter-covered coat sleeve when we were laughing.
It’s funny how memories can be so vivid once you begin to think about them; but, I remember I said laughingly: “It must be the Christmas season” and introduced myself. “I’m Nick Palmer”, I said and she replied: “I’m Ellen Bowen.” – “Boeing?” I asked. And she giggled and spelled it out for me “B-o-w-e-n, it’s Scottish.
We stood there a few more minutes, laughing and commenting on how beautiful the display was. I suggested we move on down the street to see some more. I have to tell the truth, that was one of the more enchanting hours of my life. We were like kids; I, a 46 year old man and she, a lovely 23 year old “almost-child” to me. We looked, and laughed, and pointed our way down Michigan Avenue. Toward the end we were getting a little chilly and I suggested we go into the Drake Hotel (an elegant, old, “grand” hotel on Michigan Avenue that looks out onto the lake) and get something to warm us up.
It was purely coincidental that I suggested the Drake, it was handy and I had had dinner there at The Palms, before. We chose a table that was next to the windows which gave an absolute perfect view of Lake Michigan in the winter-time. We laughed (I’m a pretty funny guy, I used to do a little stand-up comedy) and talked about many things. She told me she was a budding Civil Engineer and this was her second job. She said she was going home for Christmas and was looking for a Christmas present for her boyfriend before she left the next day. I told her she was a very beautiful woman and that her boyfriend was a lucky guy. She replied: “Why, thank you, sir” and imitated a seated curtsy.
I admit that I was becoming aroused by her beauty and charm and said: “Well, if I was his age, I’d sure give him a run for his money”. She blushed a little and told me I needn’t worry, that I was a very sexy man. That was when I blushed a little. She saw it and began to laugh again. I reached over the table and took her hand and said: “That’s the first time anyone has ever said that to me.” She replied that she didn’t believe it and that a lot of women had fantasies about older men. I looked blank and said, rather astonished: “You’re kidding”; then, after a too long pause, I said: “Do you?”
She didn’t take her hand away and didn’t reply immediately, she just looked right into my eyes, and with her breath a little short and said in a low voice: “Yes, I think I do,” and pulled her hand away. We both looked away and gazed out the window for what seemed a long time. Without looking at her, I said in a low voice: “Would you like for me to see if they have a room available?” She didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, after what had to be several minutes, she said: “Yes, why don’t you”. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I shakily went to the front desk and got a room and two keys.
When she came back, one was on my side of the table and one was on hers. I said: “I want you to have one so you can go up separately if you want.” She said we could go up together and took my hand and we walked to the elevators. There were other people in the elevators and as we rode up I reached over and held her hand. It was extremely erotic to me to be holding this lovely woman’s hand and riding up to a room in a strange hotel. I had an erection almost immediately from the touch of her hand and I turned toward her and pulled our hands to my covered erection. She actually inhaled audibly and turned red. The elevator was kind of crowded and we immediately turned away.
We continued to hold hands as we walked to the room. When I got there, I unlocked the door and said: “This is your last chance, ‘Little Missy’ you can still change you mind if you want to”. She looked up at me and gave me a moist kiss on my lips. We didn’t even turn on the lights. We started kissing each other immediately with deep, long, soulful, wet kisses. My breathing grew raspy and I began touching her breasts through her blouse. Her nipples were erect and hard. She moaned as I fumbled to open her blouse. When I couldn’t get her bra undone, she unsnapped it herself from the front. I remember distinctly her reaction as I greedily pressed my mouth to her nipple and began to lightly (but roughly) bite it and suck it alternatively — she gave a moan and her knees buckled slightly. I held her a moment as she regained her stance and then I dropped to my knees.
I was kissing the “V” of her legs through her skirt and I too, was audibly moaning. I was like a drugged animal. All I could think of was tasting her wet pussy and I pushed her legs apart so I could get further into the folds of her skirt. We both started swaying. I began to run my hands upward along the outside of her legs in the attempt to raise her skirt. She sensed what I was trying to accomplish and caught the hem of her skirt and raised it for me.
It is no exaggeration, that I actually saw colors in my mind as I pressed my nose to her crotch and smelled her fragrant pussy. She began to press her hips to my face and pull the back of my head to her pelvis. She spread her feet wider at my urging and I began to eat her pussy THROUGH her panties. She was moaning louder now and I reached up to the top of her panty-band and gently and slowly pulled her panties down while I ate her. When the elastic got to the level of the top of her pubic hair she had her first little spasm of an orgasm! I held her pelvis close to me and pulled her panties fully down and she stepped out of them with her right foot.
I couldn’t contain my animal lust any longer; I put my face up under her dripping wet slit and entered her with my tongue. I buried my face in the “V” of her legs. I put my hands on the twin globes of her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I ate her as if she were the last living morsel of womanhood on the planet. I took her flowing juices and spread them on my face, I enveloped her vulva, I ravished her crotch till she gave out a loud moan and her legs began to shake. Still I didn’t stop, I pushed my tongue in to the hilt and began to swirl it around. She forcefully grabbed my head and thrust her pussy forward into my mouth and let out a shuddering scream and shook.
We stayed in that locked position until she had her last shudder. I began to kiss and lick her weak, trembling thighs and slowly raise myself back to a standing position. And then… I kissed her. I wanted her to taste herself on my tongue. I wanted her to smell her erotic aroma and explore the mouth that had just explored her pussy. I wanted kiss her to the bottom of her soul. I stuck my tongue down her mouth so far I thought it was in her throat. When I took mine out, her urgently found my mouth and probed. She found every inner crevice and stuck her tongue in my mouth as if she was trying to fuck me.
I had just gotten through with taking Ellen to a shattering orgasm by eating her pussy till she came about a ton in my mouth. I remember that we sank to the floor in sexual exhaustion and she was resting her head on my still slightly heaving chest and was stroking my wet dick. She had her face turned away from me and I remember that I was caressing her hair and thinking that — that was probably THE BEST sex I had ever had. Little did I know that, like ol’ Blue-eyes used to say, “The best is yet to come.”
All of a sudden she turned around to face me and said: “That was incredible. Do you always pick up strange women and seduce them like that?” I didn’t answer immediately, my eyes had become accustomed to the dark room and I could see her beautiful face. All I wanted to do at that moment was kiss her as hard and as deeply as I knew how.
I took her face in my two hands and pulled her mouth toward mine. I began by kissing her once, lightly and then nibbling around her mouth and tracing my tongue over her sensitive wet lips. She parted them slightly and my tongue explored a little bit further. I could taste her wet saliva and it had a faint, sweet, sexy taste to it that was making my dick rigid again. I kissed her more intensely and she began to respond. I started exploring her mouth in earnest and my hand reached down and began to caress her breast. I lightly pinched and “toyed” with her nipple while I was kissing her and she began to moan softly into my mouth. By now my cock was brick-hard and I took her hand and placed it on me. She shuddered slightly as she felt the soft skin of my fully aroused member.
I am uncircumcised and consequently my foreskin is very sensitive and erotic. It also collects pre-seminal fluid into a kind of a pool at the head of my penis and can act as a reservoir. I took Ellen’s thumb and showed her how to move it around on the crown of my dick in all that lovely sex-lotion. She moved it around and said: “It’s so smooth, it feels like velvet.” I didn’t reply and kissed her mouth more deeply. I love to REALLY kiss passionately and I was becoming extremely turned on, with Ellen circling the tip of my dick, and me kissing her wantonly while my hand squeezed and caressed her breasts and nipples.
All of a sudden I wanted to see if she was as aroused as I was and needed desperately to touch her pussy. I stopped kissing her and reached further down to her mound. She was sort of across me, on my left shoulder as I reached down and found her “place.” I felt her. She was extremely wet and I loved it. There’s NOTHING I like more than to feel my lover’s wetness, it’s an extreme turn on for me. I like the slick feel and the heady aroma. While I was fingering her, I started kissing her again in long “soul-kisses” and she unconsciously splayed her legs wide so I could gain a greater access.
I put two fingers in her dripping wet gash and she started to moan again and move her hips involuntarily. I took my fingers out and lightly stroked her wet labia as if it were a guitar. I can hear that song in my mind as I think of this. It’s by Roberta Flack and the lines are: “Strumming my face with his fingers, strumming my face with his hands; feeling me softly with his song, killing me softly with his words, killing me softly with his song…” I slightly inserted my thumb into the base of her vagina and rotated in a circular motion there. I could tell Ellen like it because there was a noticeable increase in her vaginal secretions. I stopped kissing her and put my mouth next to her ear and licked it. I then asked her if she liked that (my thumb’s circular motion) and she could hardly speak as she issued a guttural “yessss!”
I continued to stroke and play with her pussy like that for quite a long time. I kissed her often while playing with her crotch and took her hand and placed it on my slowly, stroking hand. She tried to pull my hand further into her wet pussy and she got into a better position for her and spread her lovely, pale legs to the max. I knew what she wanted and began to finger her in earnest. She now had her back resting on my chest and her head tilted back on my shoulder and I was kissing her while my hand moved furiously in her twat. I had my thumb in her opening and my other fingers began to lightly “feather” her exposed anus. She was in absolute ecstasy. I continued this for a while and moved my hand back up to her pussy. She was drenched, which I loved. I put four of my fingers together and moved them slowly through the outer folds of her wet labia. She was ecstatic and beginning to get into the throes of a climax…
There’s nothing quite as exciting as being with a full-grown woman who is on the verge of an orgasm. One of the nice things about it is that it can be controlled. I knew as I was fingering Ellen that I could take her over the edge and let her explode or make her walk a tightrope of sensuality. I’ve had women literally beg me with mist in their eyes to… “Please, don’t stop”, I remember one woman in particular who shoved my hand away and began to writhe and squirm with her hand buried in her pussy as she wantonly took herself over the edge. I have to admit, it’s an extreme “turn-on” to watch her loose sexual control; to see her lose all sense of modesty and lean back, spread her legs as far as they will go and wetly plunge her hand desperately into her own wet, seething pussy and look up at me with an embarrassed facial expression that reads “Please don’t look at me at this critical moment”.
As I was fingering Ellen, I knew I could take her there, I knew I could make her lose control but, I also knew something else. I knew that this child-woman didn’t know about herself. I knew she was a wanton, sexual, multi-orgasmic, “responder”; who, up until her encounter with me, had only had “high school-sex” where her partner was more interested in his delights than hers. I KNEW, from a deep sexual instinct that she could cum all night.
So I decided to take her, at that very moment, over the brink and let her have an “electric-light” climax. I knew she would like the next part even better. I started kissing her mouth eagerly, hungrily. I began to finger her for real now. I removed my thumb and reached in her pussy with my middle finger and found the thing she hadn’t ever known was there, I reached in between her folds and found her “special” area on the ceiling of her vaginal cavity. I can’t find every woman’s, but I was desperately hoping I could find hers. I knew if I touched it she would react, I made intense, small, circular, motions till I finally found that one spot that was her most intimate, that one spot that she had never found herself, that one spot that I could use to bring her to a maddening climax – her “G” spot.
She gave a start, her eyes opened in the darkened room and she peered into mine. I kissed her more intensely and continued my magical manipulations. I massaged her spot once more and she began to moan into my mouth, hips began to move uncontrollably, she issued a new wave of fluid around my already wet hand. I pulled my mouth away from hers and she made an “o” with her lips and unconsciously stuck her tongue in the middle of it. I knew she was there. I knew, as she leaned further away from me that she was beginning to climax. I pulled my hand away from her “G” spot and concentrated solely on her clitoris. It was swollen and extended. I began to rub it in earnest, I began to pinch and pull it as it rose to its max. THEN, suddenly she was there!! She let out a loud “back-of-the-throat” scream, that in an older person, might have caused a stroke. She took both of her hands and gripped the one that was ecstatically torturing her mound and shoved her pussy against it. She came… and came… and came…!
Finally, it was over. She opened her eyes, — embarrassed, and reached up with both her arms and put them around my neck. I hugged her back and we rolled effortlessly over onto the warm carpet and held each other. I pulled her close into the juncture of my shoulder and neck and stroked her hair and let her rest. We actually fell asleep in that position, her on my upper arm and me with my naked leg draped across her legs and my hand softly stroking the wet folds of her pussy. I don’t know how long we were like that but; but soon something stirred us, some outside noise or maybe some inside urging that said “One more time.”
She stirred, I stirred and she looked at me. I reached down and kissed her wetly on the mouth and she laughed and said: “I’ve got to go to the bathroom”, and she got up to find it. I was a little achy myself from being on the floor so long, so the king sized bed looked inviting and luxurious. I pulled the covers back and crawled in. When she came out, she smiled and came over to the bed. I raised the covers and she crawled in. She turned toward me and kissed me. Her mouth was fresh and I knew she had freshened herself in other areas too. She told me that it was getting late and that she still hadn’t bought her boyfriend a present yet and that maybe we should get going. I told her I needed to go to the bathroom myself and crawled over her.
While I was in the bathroom I freshened up as best I could and came back into the room and got in beside her. We began to talk. I wanted to ask her a million questions – where did she grow up, what was her first puppy’s name, did she have any brothers and sisters – the ordinary questions that most people know before they have carnal knowledge of each other. So I asked. I asked her everything I could think of. I wanted to know it all.
She was on her back during this conversation the covers had slipped back a bit and her breasts were exposed. I was propped up on one elbow and I began to casually move my fingers around her nipple and aureole. Her nipple became instantly erect and I knew she was ready for more. I moved my hand to the other breast and circled that one too. She moved a little in protest and said that she really should be going and I took her hand and placed it on my half-inflated cock. She didn’t say anything and I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her some more and moved her hand down further to my scrotum. I could tell she liked my directing her hand, so I moved it all over my awakening phallus and I could tell she liked the sensation. By now I was very hard and erect. Her fingers made a fist around my shaft and I taught her how to play with the pre-seminal fluid that was leaking from the tip of my organ. I could tell she had never done this before and she seemed fascinated with it.
While I was guiding her hand on me, I began to play with her breasts. I said earlier that I don’t care for overly, large-breasted women and hers were a perfect “C”. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to twist and tease them. I moved to the other breast and did the same. All the while her hand was massaging my hardness and smoothing the leaking fluid around the ever increasing crown of me dick. I knew secretly that this orgasm was not only going to be for her, I knew that this time I needed the same release I had given her such a short time ago. I began to moan slightly as she continued to manipulate me. She didn’t need my hand any more and was beginning to “get into” it on her own. I kissed her more passionately and started to trace my fingers around the outside edges of the hair around her pussy. She spread her legs a little to make it easier and I lingered at the nadir of her crotch. We call it the “taint” in the South, but I was sure this Philadelphia girl had never heard the expression.
I stopped kissing her mouth and moved to her ear and began to nibble at it. I like to tease and I whispered in her ear as I was circling inward on her mound that: “You’re right, maybe we should go.” At that precise moment, my two middle fingers found their way to the folds of her wet pussy and easily slid into her wet slit. She gasped a little and spread her legs a little bit more. I stayed at her ear and began to softly lick it and blow into it. I softly whispered to her that I was going to: “Stop this nonsense” and go shopping with her. I took my two fingers and opened her pussy now and there was a noticeable amount of fluid that seeped out. She held still. I whispered into her ear: “Come on, let’s go” and inserted my middle finger into her wet tunnel. Her hot, wet, moistness felt good on my hand. I pulled my finger out and cupped my hand over the whole of her pussy-mound, and then gently inserted my middle finger back in.
I whispered to her once more and…moved my thumb into her wet opening and began to make a circle. She moaned… I said again: “Come on, let’s get up” and she grabbed my hand to hold it in place. I leaned in to her ear and said: “If you don’t want to go, what do you want to do?” She turned toward me and said: “I want you to…”
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