Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Three)

Sherry sat the last box of her belongings next to the bed in her new room. It had taken some time to get moved into her place, and she was tired. It didn't matter how tired she got, though, because Charles was never far from her thoughts. Schedule conflicts and the business of everyday life had kept them from meeting again. Her desire had increased for him, rather than fading, in the weeks that had passed.

She thought again of his personal ad, that had drawn her into so much passion and sexual satisfaction their first time meeting.

"Long Term Romance Desired"

"Beautiful day on the Oregon coast today. The only thing more beautiful would have been to have met you in the morning, made passionate love to you, brought you coffee and breakfast in bed and slipped away to face the battles of life. Sometimes, two souls need a pick me up, to help them shine in a relatively dark world."

Sherry let out a long breath. If she wasn't so worn out from her move, time with Charles was the "pick me up" that would bring her "shine" back for sure.

She decided a cat nap might help, set the alarm for 20 minutes, and stretched out on the bed. As to be expected, the short time did little to relieve her fatigue, but she continued the work of unpacking and organizing for awhile before drifting in to her computer. Soon, she checked her emails, and at the top of the list was a note from Charles!

"I would love to go diving today."

She felt a shudder of delight pass through her. She spoke her response as she wrote it.

"I would like nothing better myself."

Weariness and increasing sexual anticipation struggled to overwhelm one another within her. Sherry drank a glass of water, and then two more, waiting for his reply. Her body was dehydrated. She checked for an email, and with none there, went in to shower and oil her skin, then put on a funky old dress she loved to lounge in. Twenty-five minutes had passed by the time she checked back for an email.

"Arrival at one, if time good for you, too."

She typed a quick "See you then" and proceeded to put fresh sheets on her bed, and find other ways to get through the next few hours until she was able to put her head against his heart and see his gentle face, once again. She stayed active for awhile, and then settled at her desk, checking Facebook, and reading stories online. A new email came through, and it was Charles, delayed until 5pm.

Sherry kicked her initial disappointment because she was happy he didn't cancel, and by the time the five o'clock hour was there, she was tense, imagining the friction of nerves within her body. Her need for sexual release seemed to be eclipsed by her overall fatigue, and she worried about being a disaster as a lover.

The knock at the door made her head turn to see Charles' shape through the stained glass of the door's window, and she hurried to let him in. After a quick comment on her new home, she was in his arms, feeling the racing of his heart, and the intrigue of his kisses. The wait of the day faded into nothingness, and pins to arrows of her stress began to wind up to make it's exit as she led him to her new room and bed.

He spoke briefly of being involved with a project that day, constructing a boat dock, apologizing for changing their meeting to so much later. She knew then he needed her. He needed her to be his ocean, and escape from the dry function of daily life that brings toil on a person both body and soul. More than anything, she wanted to be that place of calm and exhilaration whenever possible, a place he could go without obligations, laboring only for pleasure, joy and an interval of romance.

They both needed this; a bi-lateral rescue from monotony; respite in the arms of another.

Sitting on the bed, Sherry took Charles' hard penis into her mouth, sucking and licking, but he stopped her.

Sherry's requisite for Charles' caress was urgent, and his hands were only briefly on her soft breasts before he asked her to get on the bed, as far up as possible. In seconds, he had opened her legs, and reading the hunger in their shared gaze, his mouth and hands descended into the softness of her vulva. He glanced once more at her face as sounds came from her like whimpers; relief to finally be under his knowledgeable manipulation.

Charles tasted and tantalized every part, drawing more of Sherry's moist essence out with his fingers, and then beat delicately against her clit with his tongue, causing a climax quickly, and it was tinged with aching for more. A few more followed, tense and shallow, and he brought his mouth around her clitoris and sucked and licked to enlarge it. Sherry moaned and whimpered, sounding nearly in pain as her tension from life was remade into sexual pressure building deep inside. She flailed about, reaching for his hand, and they held hands tightly as her body bucked. She had more orgasms, tempered by tiredness, but Charles seemed to know to persevere, and put two fingers inside her vagina.

Now, he intently stroked in and out of her body, firmly dancing fingers on her g-spot, and kept going until her cries were louder and louder. For some reason, there was anguish every time she came, though less and less as he continued, and then finally, an unrestrained wave broke through her, a furious climax of tears and screams. He stroked a bit more, and another orgasm both filled and emptied her, and then he stopped, rubbing her thighs and belly before asking her to go ahead and turn around.

Sherry turned away from him, with her knees at the bed edge, and he pulled her back slightly. She lowered her head to the bed, pushing back as he entered her deeply, completely. It seemed like her body was still tense and tight, but he drove deeply into her repeatedly, and her orgasms were ragged, a painful ecstasy.

It was different this time than the first, though exquisite. Sherry knew when Charles suddenly pushed in deep and stayed, and experienced his climax within her, that she would survive her solitude.

She would be there for him the next time he wanted to go diving.