Her pajama throw fell open gently as she walked invitingly towards me. Tense sexuality coursed through me as I watched her mouth move ever closer to my lips...
just to brush them teasingly, and soon nestle to my ear as she hugged me. Her warm breath melted my resolve in being with her, a rooming house guest, and I relaxed. She smelled of roses, fresh mountain air and eucalyptus.
“Thank you for being here tonight,” Michaela whispered, still hugging me, throw still open, hair slightly damp from her shower, and her firm, generous nipples were backed with full, natural tits pressed to my chest. “I wanted to be with you, Vincent, In this spy case with the Federales you are in, you’re so compassionate and caring about the outcome. I wanted to thank you for that. And, I love your heart for it”
She turned me loose to zip her throw, but she left it teasingly open enough. I, on the other hand, was gasping slightly, because my heart kept hiccupping beneath my ribcage.
Totally composed, Michaela’s rich brown eyes held my green ones. She spoke resolutely, her tone strong, decided and final.
“Might you share that heart with me?”
Adrenaline shot through my loins,
Dudes, let’s get real: An older woman after, and getting, a seventeen year old teenaged guy, especially after a question like that? Would you turn this down?
Neither would I.
Instantaneously, I went from semi solid do-nothing to an 8" thick gem she’d so enjoy soon, and I hugged her tighter to me to give her a preview.
My voice whisper-cracked on the tail end of “You’re welcome,” I then asked, “Just to be sure--”
She kissed me fully. Adrenaline-fueled loins erupted into a little campfire as my rigidity strained against my sweats. Heart thundering in my ears so loud I was sure she could hear it, I kissed her back, first hesitantly, then more confidently.
I got her PJ throw opened again and took her breasts in my hands, leaned forward and took a generous nipple in my mouth, She gasped gently as her hands slipped through my loose ponytail. Kisses, licks and nibbles across her tits gripped her hands in my head a bit tighter. My loins were blazing, balls now straining, and I remained in full salute, loud and proud.
I kissed her lips, sucked her neck, licked her amazing nipples. She was gasping and panting, now gently calling my name, and our lips covered her voice.
A fresh surge of adrenaline coursed through me, and I went for her wetness. Her intake of breath took me by surprise, so I let go...and she replaced my hand on her jewel again.
This time, I didn’t let go, and got a bit braver. I gently fingered her, not quite sure where to go or what to do while there, but from the way she was breathing against me, I could tell I was hitting the right maneuvers.
Kisses, licks, bites, dampness, intensity lasted for hours, it felt like, but only minutes had gone by. She gently removed my shirt and blazed a trail down my torso to my loins. I honestly thought I would burst before she got to her knees and wrapped her lovely lips around me. Somehow, incredibly, I kept that part of me in control.
And, so did she.
I gasped...then succumbed to her gentleness as she magically worked my cock with her lips, tongue, and more than once, grazed my manhood with her teeth. Every time she brought me summit close with her tongue moving rhythmically all over me, she’d ease off slightly, bringing me back down, then would massage my cock with her breasts, nipples dancing lightly on the full masthead.
I couldn’t help it. I had to come a little when she gave my balls such a bath I’d never given them, Wave after warm wave of intensity rolled over me, and I was in no position to stop it.
Michaela’s gentle Spanish accent floated to me-- “My garden is now yours, Vincent”–and she moved to the couch in the study as she removed the pajama throw from her. But for my sweat pants, which I quickly shed after locking the study door from the inside, we were both bare. Michaela was comfortably seated on the study couch, legs perched, her pussy whispering my mane in sync with her calling to me.
“Follow my lead, sweet Vincent,” was the last sentence she’d spoken before gentle, muted moans took over her senses. “Follow my lead, sweet one ... soon we can have one another.”
Like she’d done to me, this virgin blazed a fiery trail of kisses and licks from her ample tits, down her torso, across her belly and eventually, the pull of her sweet wetness was too much to resist anymore. My own lips met her swollen mound, and she bucked, back arched slightly, her voice breathless as she sighed my name again, three times, five times.
Gentle kisses rained on her petals and another wave began to build deep within me. I lost all track of time, of dimension of thought. Tentatively, still hesitantly, I flicked my tongue on her sweet clit–least I thought I hit that, it was hiding, but absolutely hard under her flowerbed–and she had to squelch a slight scream into the couch throw pillow.
I was nuts after that, and as I said, lost all means of thought and reason, sense was devoured as primal instincts roared joyously. I flicked my tongue all over her juicy pussy, and moved with her as Michaela bucked, squirmed, wriggled and pulsed under me. She flowed like a river, her cream better than the finest gelato, her wine more delicate than rare vintage. The scent of her, eucalyptus, roses and mountain air, mixed with our sexual avarice, was overpowering. As she stifled her moans, wave after wave rolled over me, tumbled me, the spindrift of unbridled ecstasy overpowering me, and I just erupted. Over and over again, I came, geysered is more like it, and as quickly as I was spent–I filled my right hand and left evidence on the study floor–I stood full mast again.
She exploded under me, convulsed and pulsed, her juices flowing as quickly as I could swallow her. Michaela was delicious, swollen, lovely, and just as amazing as I knew she’d be.
Still on my knees as she lay before me, I flipped her over on her belly, and generously licked her hole, bit her tight ass time after time, and flicked her crack, Even there, she smelled of her, but mixed with her vintage, this time, which made her natural scent and taste that much better.
As I hit the spots–her motions and moans dictated I was hitting them all–she eventually raised her hips, making me raise higher and ever higher still–
Michaela guided her hand to my still-throbbing cock, and gently pulled me forward to ease me inside her. I almost exploded again, until she gripped me gently and started to piston slowly on it, as if to say, Not yet .... not just yet.
Both my hands were now on her hips, my right hand sticky-warm from my orgasm, and I eased her away from me just enough … then brought her back, full of me again. Michaela controlled the intensity her cock-filled pussy could handle, I controlled the pulse.
Arched over the back of the couch, the sky alive with stars only illuminating the wooden couch rail she was gripped to, I saw her gorgeous figure outlined against the darkness. She grasped me tighter, moaned gutterally, and as I watched her back arch deeper still, I quickened my rhythm.
It was my turn to moan, which made her groan deeper still. And, this gave me permission to piston her harder.
The more I slid in and out, the more her utterances grew primortal. I saw again the couch cushion cram against her lovely mouth, and that moved me to give her more of me .... and all of me.
Time suspended itself.
I kept on a steady pistoning, ever building, as did a white-hot ball of electricity building deep from within me I’d only been twice before, and that was just moments ago and when I was 12 but this time, the blinding white stars, dots, blobs of green-blue light dancing before my eyes wouldn’t be those, but the rolling, ever rolling pleasure of release and the intensity that it brings, like you heart stops as does time, until you’re suspended for a moment ... then the rush comes, and I exploded yet again, and over and flowing evermore still. From far away, I heard her whisper-cry, “Vincent, God, yes, Vincent, oh, Vincent, Vincent, that’s it!” as I heaved my own gutteral moans, still pulsing, the last of the peach-warm-electric-white-hot display drained away as she emptied my cock, I emptied her pussy-wine into me.
She released me and was the first to collapse on the sofa. I, too, rolled onto the sofa lazily, dimly aware of the lopsided grin branded on my face.
But for the stars gleaming distantly cold from outdoors, the first hints of morning winked eastward.
Michaela’s left hand found my still-sticky right one and held it fast. “You were lovely, Vincent. Thank you.”
“Mmmm-hmm,” I moaned, having little strength to say more than that.
She returned her throw to her body deftly, quickly zipping the front, and kissed me again, soundly. “Together again, darling.”
I stood to attention again, only semi-solid this time, and gave her a tired gesture of goodbye. “You know it,” I said easily.
Michaela blew me a kiss, then left the study without making a sound. I still sat naked on the couch, drained, empty, completely spent .... but pleasantly alive.
Until I looked at the clock above the mantle.
We’d sexed for four hours!
I got back in my sweats and tee shirt and frantically set the study to rights. So much for a former virgin’s enjoying his first afterglow; I had to get up for school in three hours.