Remembering 4

Sunday and Monday of that Labor Day weekend were lazy days.  We did get out for a short hike Labor Day morning, did grill some hamburgers outside with a couple of the neighbors that afternoon, but otherwise we just took life easy and recovered.  I was flat worn out after all the sex and masturbation, and Jane admitted that she was a bit sore “down there” also.  “Between your cock and that vibrator I brought up, I’ve been fucked good this weekend.” That evening after supper and the dishes were done, we sat outside for a time in a couple of director’s chairs, each sipping a beer.  We had come to realize that even though the sex was as good as always, we each had our own lives, and that a long term affair was probably the best way to continue our relationship, and for much of the evening, that was the nature of the conversation.  But eventually it turned around to sex again. “What are your thoughts about the holidays?” Jane asked.  “Any time together?” “Yeah, that’d be nice,” I responded.  “Do have a project that needs to go live the first of the year, so probably can’t get too far away in December, but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend some time together.” “Same here.  New Year’s Eve?” “Don’t I wish.  Will probably have to be in the office that night, or at least on call.” “Okay.  I was thinking of that night in ’74…” I looked at her and smiled.  New Year’s Eve, 1974.  We’d never been much for parties, so we’d stayed home that night, had a fire in the fireplace, watched a little TV, then headed for the bedroom.  One thing led to another, and finally I’d mounted her.  As we were going at it, we heard fireworks down the street, the end of one year and start of another, and that’s what we were both remembering. “Gotta tell you – I’ve masturbated a time or three to the memories of that night.  Guess you’ve thought about it too.” “Yeah,” she said.  “One New Years Eve I was alone – don’t remember where Ed was – out of town on business, I do remember that.  Was sitting out by the pool, could see some fireworks now and then.  Just seemed natural to slip a hand into my panties and do it.” “Can’t say I’ve done that,” I commented, but I have gone out into the patio at the house a few times and jacked off at night.  Kinda different outside.” “Uh huh.”  She shifted a bit in her chair and undid her jeans, raised her butt a bit and slipped her jeans and panties down.  I moved my chair closer, undid my pants, and slipped them down also.  We both sat there quietly, watching each other and slowly masturbating.  After a few minutes, Jane stood up, stepped out of her jeans and panties, and came over and kneeled down in front of me.  “Want to suck you” was all she said as she reached out and took my swollen cock into her mouth.  We were quiet for a time as she worked on me, slowly building me up.  Her left hand worked my balls as she sucked, and in the faint light I could see her right arm extending down between her legs.  But finally she let go and leaned back. “Getting kinda cold here.  Distracting.”  She reached down and picked up her jeans and panties.  “Come on.”  I’d started to think the same thing, so I stood up, pulled my pants up, and followed her inside. Once inside and the cabin locked up for the night, we headed for the bedroom and undressed.  She excused herself for a moment and went into the bathroom to pee.  When she came out, I slipped past her and peed also, then came back into the bedroom.  She was on the bed, lightly running a finger up and down her slit.  I propped myself up beside her and slowly worked my cock, matching her easy pace.  After a time I asked, “Want me to do that?” and I nodded towards her hand. She sat quietly for a moment.  “No… sometimes my own touch feels best.  You just do your thing, I’ll do mine.  I’m really not that far away.” “Okay.”  And that’s how our long weekend ended, the two of us side by side, quietly masturbating and watching each other,  The following afternoon we drove back to the city, she dropped me off, and I didn’t see or hear from again until close to the Thanksgiving weekend.