Read part one or this makes no sense.
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Norma and Charley sat comfortable in the backseat. The movie was one of those sappy love stories by a noted romance writer, to this day neither could remember which one.
At first it was just light kisses, a small caress. Norma got bolder, rubbing her hands along his sides and over his chest. The kisses got deeper, longer, more intense. Soon she was practically in his lap.
His hands had not been idle, brushing her cheek, her throat between kisses, tangling her hair gently before gripping it firmly as he kissed her, until finally they started going south, rubbing her smooth legs as she wiggled onto his lap. The cute little sundress was now wrinkled beyond smoothing, riding almost up to her panties.
They broke apart for air, and she gently unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his lightly furred chest, smiling as the hair tickled her nose.
It was dark, his windows were tinted, but at the time it could have been broad daylight on a blanket in front of a crowd, and they couldn't have stopped.
She broke a kiss and untied her dress straps, pulling it slowly down, exposing and removing her strapless bra. His hands went instinctively to her breasts, but she held them and slowly rubbed across his chest. He could feel the nipples hardening as she rubbed, and his erection was desperately trying to find a way out of his shorts.
She leaned back and placed his hands on them.
"Careful" she whispered, "it's been a long time since they've been played with."
He didn't play with them, he made love to them. Starting by covering them, feeling the firm globes with joy, lightly rolling the nipples. She gave a small whimper, which encouraged him to let go with hands and replace with his tongue.
Softly at first, but getting harder as their arousal heightened. Soon he was sucking hard and nipping lightly, as she tried to stay still. If he had looked up, he would have seen her biting down on her bra to stifle the groans and small screams.
She was concentrating so hard on the sensations of her nipples she almost didn't notice the hand trace the outline of her panties. They were soaked, and before she could react he slipped beneath them, gently rubbing her clit. She stiffened before starting to whimper again. Emboldened, he slipped another finger underneath the band, rubbing lightly up and down her soaked opening before plunging in. She almost swallowed the bra she had clamped between her teeth in pleasure, screaming into it. He started a rhythm, sliding in and out rapidly a few times before withdrawing and massaging her clit vigorously. Only his iron grip on her waist kept her in place.
He found her g spot, massaging it rapidly while his thumb flicked her clit in time. She stiffened, erupting into one of the biggest orgasms of her life. She spit the bra out and started kissing him feverishly, not realizing he hadn't slowed down. Four minutes later she erupted again, screaming into his mouth.
She sat up and pushed his hand away.
"Stop, please. I don't think I can handle any more right now. If you're this good with your hands, I can't wait to feel your tongue and cock. I glad you don't have any close neighbors, when we get home they would call 911, thinking someone was murdered."
She looked around and started laughing.
"Look, honey" she said, pointing at the windshield.
They were completely fogged over, and it felt like ninety degrees inside.
"Want me to crack a window?
Her smile was flirty yet seductive.
"No, I want you to help me get your shorts down. My turn to play with the toys."
His eyes widened before the grin split his face.
He was average size, she guessed. It looked like it would fit just perfect, to her.
He was already rock hard. She touched, she squeezed, she stroked. Took him right to the edge twice before slowing down. Finally he couldn't hold back. He warned her.
She surprised them both by diving down. As soon as her warm mouth covered him he erupted, trying to strangle a yell. It was so intense he almost passed out.
When she came back up, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and cleaned him lovingly before she took a big sip of her soda, swishing it around before swallowing.
"I wish I had a breath mint. I know you don't want to kiss me no...." She found it hard to talk with a mouthful of tongue, so she gave up and started kissing him back.
After they settled down a little they straightened up their clothes as much as possible, discovered they both needed more to drink, and headed for the snack bar, looking at their clothes and blushing. Anyone who looked at them could see what they had been doing. The girl at the snack bar smiled slightly. She saw it all the time, but rarely with people this age. It was cute.
They passed David's SUV, and Norma pointed. The windows were steamed. Norma ran up and pounded on the windows.
"HEY! What's going on in there?"
Sherrie rolled the window down slightly, flustered.
"Nothing." she said in tiny voice.
"Well no wonder! Get in the backseat, you big dummies. It worked great for us! See you at home!"
They ran off, laughing at the shocked look on her face.
Norma sent Sherrie a brief text saying they were leaving, and they drove home. She held his hand the whole way back.
They showered as soon as they got there. He threw on an old pair of sweats, and she put on a very nice gown and robe. They were sitting on the sofa enjoying a glass of wine when Sherrie and David came through the door.
"You shit!" Sherrie screamed, running up to Norma.
"You almost gave us a heart attack when you pounded on the window! Great advice though, thanks."
She fell into her arms, still laughing. They hugged and kissed , then Sherrie kissed Charley while Norma kissed David.
When they retired for the evening it wasn't even debated where Norma was sleeping.
"Good night, kids. Come on Charley, time for bed."
Ever the gentlemen, he let her precede him up the stairs.
After their earlier adventure they were in no hurry. Charley slipped out of the sweats while Norma carefully lay her gown and robe over one of the rocking chairs.
They caressed, getting more familiar with each other. Charley was lean, very fit for his age. Norma was glad she stuck to her exercise routine. Her breasts sagged slightly, a testament to their size and her age, but were still firm and very responsive to his caresses.
He idly thought as he rubbed her tight bottom that you probably really could bounce a quarter off it. For some reason it made him proud of her, happy she was all natural, unenhanced. And very, very responsive.
He had scented candles he sometimes used when the fire place was burning to mask the wood smoke. Apple cinnamon, in very sturdy holders. He lit a few, more for the romantic mood than the smell. They reflected off the chandelier, sending a pattern of light across the ceiling and loft.
Norma lay in the bed, watching his body as he moved around the loft.
