Grace and I had known each other for a very long time, seventeen years in fact. In all that time, though we'd loved each other for at least fifteen of those years we'd never consummated our love.
There were reasons: when we first met, I was married and I loved my wife. Later, by the time my wife's constant infidelity had destroyed that love, Grace was married and in love. Later still, when I was divorced Grace was still married, albeit unhappily, but hanging in there for the sake of her kids.
Later still, her marriage broke down irretrievably and to our immense surprise we were both free at the same time.
We met up, as we'd been doing for years, and as always we enjoyed each other's company immensely. We knew enough about each other that we often finished each other's sentences and often seemed to know instinctively what the other was thinking. Still nothing happened. This was due in part to the fact that we'd spent years telling each other that 'we' would be a disaster; done of course to help us avoid the very intimacy that we both, deep down, desired during the times an 'affair' would have caused us difficulties in our lives. I will admit that I had always thought that making love to Grace would complete some un-finished business between us.
So here we were, Grace in her mid-thirties, I in my mid-forties, meeting up to go out together for a drink.
Once we reached the Pub and had parked the car Grace came into my arms as she often did and we kissed -- and I do not mean on the cheek. We kissed quite deeply in fact and I started to wonder.
We had a couple of drinks and chatted as we always did. Talking (and I don't mean small-talk) was never a problem with Grace, it didn't seem to matter how long it had been since we last talked, we just seamlessly picked up from where we'd left off.
Back at my flat I asked her in for a coffee, Grace accepted, which was not unusual. We made coffee in sat in the living room on the sofa to drink it. Grace tucked her feet under my legs and started to stroke the backs of my thighs with them. I started to wonder some more. Would we finally? Or would she bottle it as she'd done once before.
Whilst drinking the coffee I reached out and started to stroke her hair. I wanted her, I'd known that for years, but I'd never wanted to push anything, I wouldn't risk pushing her away, but I did want to let her know that her quiet moves this evening were welcome and reciprocated. I also wanted to keep it low-key for a while in case she got cold feet.
Grace sighed and rubbed her head on my hand whilst her free hand started to stroke my thigh. That slight touch was enough to get me up. I could feel my dick straining against my clothes.
We finished our coffee quite quickly and we both turned to each other. I took her head in my hands and started to kiss her, slowly and gently at first, over her face and lips. Her hands were running over my back and shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscles. I ventured to kiss her deeply and she responded with enough passion to take me slightly aback. After a few deep kisses I kissed down her neck and over the 'V' of her chest exposed by her blouse. Hearing nothing but sighs and soft moans I slipped from the sofa to kneel between her legs and slowly undid the first button of her blouse. Grace's hands came onto the back of my head and drew me in between her breasts.
Undoing her blouse buttons to her waist I kissed all of her body that now lay exposed to me before I tugged her blouse free of her skirt and pushed it off her shoulders. I then pulled her forwards to unclip her bra and removed that also to leave her naked to the waist.
Grace undid my top and slid that from me, running her hands through the hair on my chest before kissing it.
Taking her breasts into my hands I then kissed and suckled each in turn, whilst she wrapped her arms and legs around me and cradled my head to her breasts.
Letting go of her breasts, but still kissing them and sucking her nipples, I Reached down and slid my hands first down her legs then up under her skirt until I was massaging her inner thighs. Grace's legs parted still wider as I slowly moved my hands, one on each inner thigh slowly upwards. When my thumbs brushed across her pussy I heard her moan and she lifted her hips towards me slightly.
I slipped my thumbs beneath the material of her panties and was not surprised to find that she was wet as I ran my thumbs up over her dripping pussy, across her mound and out to her flanks. Gripping the sides of her panties I tugged gently and Grace obliged by lifting her ass off the sofa. With a quick firm motion I drew her panties down her legs and off to leave her naked beneath her skirt.
I kissed my way down to the waist of her skirt, then lifted the material and dived beneath as Grace scooted forward to the edge of the sofa.
Kissing between her thighs I could smell her scent -- the scent of her wet pussy, it was intoxicating. I lapped at her, taking her juices onto my tongue and into my mouth. I savoured her flavour - she tasted wonderful. The smell and taste of her was arousing me further, my already stiff cock became almost painfully hard.
I started to lick and gently suck her pussy and clit, determined that she should have the first orgasm this way.
Grace was nothing loath, and within moments I could tell by the changes in her breathing and the tremors in her belly and legs that her orgasm was approaching. Since it was our first-time I didn't try to anything clever, I simply built her up until she came, crying out with the release as her body bucked and jumped under my mouth.
Once she subsided, I threw a cushion down on the carpet. I helped her to stand, and removed her skirt.
"Lie down." I whispered to her, still half expecting her to put a stop to this.
Grace said nothing. She simply lay down with the cushion beneath her head, her legs open and a look of intense desire on her face.
I slowly unfastened by belt, not taking my eyes from her for a moment and dropped my trousers to the floor. My prick thrust out the front of my briefs, aching to be free. I drew my briefs down quickly and stooped to step free of my last clothes. We were both totally naked. My breathing was shallow with passion. I took one last look at her lying there and knelt between her open legs.
Slowly, hardly able to believe it was happening, expecting her to say "No." even at this last moment I only heard her sigh deeply as I eased my painfully hard cock into her. She felt wonderful, amazing, I felt loved, joyful and complete in a way I didn't believe possible. Seventeen years of pent up desire was finally being released.
I started to move within her and she urged me deeper and deeper until I was buried inside her body, thrusting with long slow strokes.
