In Love with a Tall Girl

Chapter 8 - Finale

An original story by Julia Miller

Robert

I was so happy these days living with Sandra. I felt like I was on a high every day. I never used to believe there was a soulmate out there for me. After 20 years of marriage to Trudy, I felt like that was a lie. Sure, we had gotten along together, but I realized there was never real love in that marriage. She had been nice to me, and we regularly had sex until we had the kids, and then she always had a headache. She just stopped being intimate with me, but for maybe a couple of times a year. I wasn't sure what I had done, but I eventually just stayed in the marriage for our kids and gave them the love and guidance they needed from me. I was upset when she divorced me, but it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, as it sent me down the path to meet Sandra.

Now Sandra is everything that Trudy never could be. She loves me and tells me so. She is kind to me and always seems to know what I think. We have lived together for these last few weeks, and we never fight since we never get into an argument. We seem to be on the same wavelength. I think we will soon be finishing each other's sentences.

I picked up Sandra from her work late afternoon, and we kissed in the car. We went over to a Pizza place and shared a deluxe pizza. Afterward, we did a little shopping together for some groceries and things we needed. It was such fun just doing everyday things with Sandra, and I enjoyed her company so much it was like I had known her my whole life. Once we got home, we opened a bottle of wine and cuddled together on the sofa while watching a movie. We kept kissing each other and embracing, and soon we had removed our clothes and were passionately exploring each other's bodies. I knew exactly how to please Sandra now, and I used my expertise to keep her in a constant state of bliss. She would moan and tell me to fuck her or lick her or tweak her nipples, and I would continue to kiss her and use my tongue to explore the wonderous folds of her vagina. She was so hungry for my cock, that she pushed me back and pounced on it and soon brought me to the edge. She gave me a wink and stopped, with me teetering on the edge of release, and smiled.

"Relax," she said, and I slowly came down. She then worked on my cock again, bringing me to the edge, and halting. This feeling was driving me crazy, and I loved knowing that she was in control of my release and wouldn't let me touch myself. Sandra continued this for almost an hour. I had never had anyone do this to me before, and it was amazing how long she kept my urge to cum at bay. Finally, Sandra went in and licked and sucked my shaft, and when I ejaculated, it was like a dam had burst. It seemed like I wouldn't stop cumming, and even afterward, my body continued to spasm, trying to find more cum for me to shoot. I had never experienced an orgasm as long and hard as that.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Robert?" asked Sandra with a big grin.

"My God, Sandra, where on earth did you learn how to do that?"

She smiled at me and kissed me. "A woman never shares some secrets."

I embraced her, and we kissed passionately together.

Trudy

Trudy got into the customs line after making it back to the US. She patiently waited until it was her turn in front of an inspector. She smiled and handed him her passport and declaration card. He scanned it, looked at his screen, and asked her a couple of questions. He then stamped her passport and said Welcome home, and she walked past him.

Trudy picked up her luggage at the carousel and walked over to a rental car counter. She picked up a car and drove over to a hotel in town. Once inside her room, Trudy set up her laptop and scanned for new developments. She checked the Kenyan news site, and there was a story about the fire. The police suspected it was a suicide, and the young woman had killed herself with sleeping pills and set her place on fire as she lost consciousness. Trudy made a mental note, "I need to buy a new lighter."