Miranda led David, both stark naked, to a bedroom down the hall from her actual room. As much as she wanted David, she also wanted to preserve Allen's memory by not having sex with David in the room she shared with her deceased husband. Miranda quickly glanced at the door to her bedroom as she and David passed, then fixed her eyes on the door at the end of the hall. Allen had told her that this room had been his grandmother's and Miranda had spent many nights in there after Allen died. Miranda had only begun sleeping in the master bedroom again recently. For the longest time after Allen's death, she couldn't bring herself to even enter the suite let alone stay the night in it. Yes, she was going to have sex with David tonight, but, no, there was no way it would be in the master bedroom, not this time, at least.
When the couple reached the end of the hall, Miranda turned to face David and mimicked his earlier words, "Last chance to forget all this and go get some pancakes at Denny's." Miranda said as she smiled and slipped her arms around his bare middle.
David said nothing, only looked into Miranda's ice blue eyes as he held her then reached behind and opened the door to the room they would share that night. David took the lead and lifted Miranda off the floor. Cradled in his arms once more, Miranda was carried into the dark room and placed on the queen-sized bed near the window. Miranda reached over to turn on the lamp on the night stand next to the bed, but David gently grabbed her hand to stop her. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist then took her other arm in his opposing hand. David gingerly yet seductively pinned Miranda's hands above her head on the plethora of pillows near the headboard and kissed her deeply, his tongue finding hers and twisting passionately together.
David broke the kiss but was hardly finished using his tongue. Still keeping Miranda's hands immobilized over her head, Davis slithered his tongue down her neck into the valley between her large breasts. David thought the outfit Miranda was wearing earlier had hid her natural curves and was pleasantly surprised by the ampleness of her bosom. His mouth moved to Miranda's left breast and he circled his tongue around her quarter-sized areola, then lightly brushed his teeth across her nipple, making it stand at attention. David then replayed the action on her right breast before releasing Miranda's wrists and tracing his mouth down her middle until his bottom lip made contact with her thin patch of pubic hair.
David once more used his tongue to trace small circles around Miranda's small navel then licked down her pelvic region and flicked his tongue across the inside of her left hip, his nose laying on the left side of her waiting slit. David ran his saliva-covered tongue up and around Miranda's aching pussy and found the inside of her right hip, leaving wetness in an arch over her hardening clit. David paused his tongue work for one second and looked up at his new lover. He gave her a quick wink then briskly flicked his tongue over her sensitive button. Miranda cried out as David's tongue swiped her buzzing nub. Her hands, still above her head but no longer immobilized, death-gripped the pillows propped against headboard.
David went to work with his mouth and attacked Miranda's pink gash with reckless abandon. Miranda hadn't come in nearly a year and hadn't felt the touch of a man since before Allen's cancer had become more aggressive. Her head was buzzing from David's swift and steady strokes from his tongue on her clit. He nibbled on her hot button then sank his tongue deep in her slickening tunnel, greedily lapping up her deliciousness. Miranda cried out once more as David slipped two fingers into her slippery hole and found the tiny ridges of her G-spot.
The dual attention of David's fingers on her fibrous pleasure zone and his flicking tongue on her pulsing nub was too much for Miranda as her womanly muscles clamped down on David's digits and her overdue orgasm wreaked havoc on her body. She uncontrollably convulsed and bucked her hips as David made a seal around her clit with his lips and continued his assault on her contracting box. Miranda coated David's fingers with her cream as her cries reached deafening heights. Her skin flashed bright red as pleasure washed over her form for what seemed like an eternity but, in reality, was less than forty-five seconds. Miranda sank into the down mattress and discovered her body was coated in a slick sheen of sweat and her tingling pussy was covered in her milky cum, which David hungrily licked off her.
My God!
She thought as her mind came back to her,
has it been that long or was he really that good?!
It had been a long time, but David really was that good, and he'd had a good teacher.
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When David turned eighteen, he got a part-time job after school stocking shelves at the IGA grocery store near his parent's house on the west side of Columbus, Ohio. One of David's friends from a well-to-do family had recently been given a motorcycle for his birthday. David's family wasn't well-to-do, so he got the job, hell-bent on earning enough money to get a bike of his own. David passed up parties and school dances and hanging out with his friends to work four hours a night after school and eight hours on Fridays and Saturdays for $5.25/hour stocking and sweeping the floors. Although he could have taken any girl he wanted, David chose to work the night of his senior prom and spent most of the night fixing a broken drain in the butcher's area. It was a long, messy, arduous task but he finally succeeded in clearing the nasty drain. Covered in water and meat residue, David looked more like he'd just come from the prom in one of Stephen King's novels.
David had fixed the drain but was a nightmare of a mess. Luckily, it was twenty past midnight and there were very few people in the store. He left the butcher's area and went to cross the store to the men's room to try to clean up a little before heading home in forty minutes. As he hurried to get to the restroom, he ran headlong into a woman with a handful of items. David accidentally knocked the groceries from the woman's arms and they scattered across the beige tile floor.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am!" an embarrassed David said as he chased down the skittering items. His head had been down, so he hadn't noticed who the woman he'd run into was. David retrieved the items then looked up to see Abigail Dennings, the wife of Edgar Dennings, the store owner. "Oh, Mrs. Dennings!" David exclaimed, suddenly in fear for his job, "I'm very sorry, ma'am... I was..."
"David, what happened to you?" the fifty-something redhead responded when she saw the condition her employee was in. "Are you hurt?" she asked, noticing the blood on his white work shirt.
"No, ma'am," David explained as he juggled his employer's items in his hands. "There was a broken drain in the butcher shop and..."
"And my skinflint husband was too damn cheap to hire a plumber to get it fixed so he had you do it." Abigail finished the young man's sentence.
"Well, in a nutshell, I guess that's about right, ma'am..." David sheepishly agreed.
"Well, we have to get you cleaned up, young man." The older woman said with a grin that puzzled David. "I can't send you home looking like that. What would your mother think of me?!"
