Stacy drifted blissfully on the edge of awareness, replaying the prior night in her mind. She was cuddled up beside Mike, warm and cozy, her arm draped across his chest and her still naked body pressed against his. A smile crept across her lips as her eyes opened fully. "Yes" she thought, "it definitely feels good to have a man in my bed again."
Although Stacy had been with several men in last the 2 years, Mike was the first man that she had spent an entire night with since her divorce. Unlike most of her past lovers, Mike had seemed more concerned with her pleasure than his own. He had been by far the most sensitive, passionate, and caring lover she had ever had, and the intensity of her resulting orgasm had been astonishing.
Stacy still wasn't quite sure how it had happened so fast. She had been anxious to get to know Mike, so she suggested dinner at her place for their first date. Somehow during the evening, she had become attracted to him. Mike had a charming, almost boyish quality that she found irresistible, and she had sensed a powerful need in him. Maybe it was because they were both divorced and lonely, or maybe it was because he was such an old fashioned gentleman; it had just seemed completely natural to take him into her bed.
Resisting an urge to wake him, Stacy rolled gently away from Mike, slipped quietly out of bed and stretched lazily. With a curious smile still plastered on her face she softly padded into the bathroom to perform her morning ritual. When she returned a few minutes later, she saw that he was still sleeping soundly. She sat down at her dressing table and thought to herself, "When he wakes up I am going to show him how much I appreciated last night!"
Mike opened his eyes and his heart stopped for an instant when saw Stacy sitting naked in her dressing chair. Even fresh out of bed she looked incredibly beautiful and intensely erotic. Her raised arms, slender and toned, gracefully pulled the comb through her dark auburn hair while her full, rounded breasts rose and fell sensually with every breath. He watched her quietly for a few moments, quickly becoming aroused by her sultry movements.
"Good morning" he whispered, almost afraid it was a dream.
Stacy turned slowly and smiled. "Good morning to you, sleepy head."
Her eyes sparkled in the muted light as they fixed on his. Her pouty lips were slightly parted, and her tongue peeked suggestively between them for a fleeting instant. Her gaze slowly left his and drifted lower, stopping when she saw the bulge between his legs. She moved back to the bed and gently pulled the sheet from him, exposing his manhood, angry and drooling in anticipation.
"I think someone wants to play some more." Stacy said, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo.
Mike smiled and joked, "I am surprised he can stand at all after last night. You were fantastic."
Stacy laughed and said, "Well, you weren't so bad yourself."
She kneeled beside the bed and slipped her soft hand around his stiff shaft. It twitched when she grasped it, as if it too was just now coming awake. For a moment she just held it, feeling it throb as the blood coursed through it. Then she moved closer again, leaning down and slowly examining it as if she wanted to learn every detail.
Mike watched, fascinated as Stacy just stared at his cock. Somehow it seemed even harder than it had the night before. Her soft hand felt wonderful against his hot, stretched flesh, and her breath playing across the slightly damp skin sent tremors through his groin. There was no urgency in her movements, yet it was incredibly erotic, perhaps even hypnotic.
Stacy broke the spell, giggling, and placed a single gentle kiss on the head. Then she looked at Mike and said, "Maybe we should do something about this."
He groaned in mock agony, and then asked, "What do you have in mind?"
She just smiled. "Watch" was all she said.
Mike was trembling in anticipation as Stacy slowly climbed onto the bed and slid between his legs. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft and started to stroke it slowly, watching intensely as precum oozed from the tip. When she was ready, she leaned forward and slid her tongue wetly all around the head, sending chills up and down his spine.
She moaned once, "mmmmm" and then took the whole head in her mouth. Her tongue continued to slide and slither around inside her mouth, torturing his swollen helmet. Soon she slid more of him into her mouth, adding gentle suction to the actions of her lively tongue.
Mike groaned, "Oh God Stacy, the way you touch me sets my blood on fire…"
Stacy paused, and looked up at Mike smiling. She stared intently into his eyes as she slid her tongue smoothly around the bulbous head, gently teasing him. Then she slipped her lips around him once again and began to slide her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.
She quickly established a rhythm, stroking him with her fingers in time with her bobbing head, moaning and making wet slurping noises as she continued to swallow his stiff pole. Up and down his shaft she moved, sometimes taking him a deep into her throat, other times stopping and slobbering all over his cock, using her tongue like a soft, slippery probe, tingling all of his most sensitive nerve endings.
"Damn" Mike thought to himself, "She is too good. I am not going to last long at this rate." He said aloud, "Slow down, honey, please…"
Stacy paused, teased him with her tongue again, then said, "Don't worry, we have all day. And besides, I am really enjoying this."
Mike groaned loudly as she slipped him back into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on him again. Eventually he started thrusting up every time she was coming down, jamming his cock as deep into her mouth as it would go. He couldn't tell anymore whether he was fucking her mouth or her mouth was fucking his cock.
Suddenly Stacy stopped with his cock stuffed all the way into her throat. She swallowed hard and Mike felt the muscles in her throat contract around his throbbing dick head. It was just too much to take and he croaked, "Oh fuck. I am gonna cum!"
"AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Stacy pulled Mike's cock from her mouth just as he lost control, shooting a thick strand of cum at least a foot into the air, landing on his tummy. She rapidly stroked his cock and smaller spurt erupted from the tip, flying even higher and landing in her hair. Mike kept moaning and cumming as her hand squeezed and stroked his spewing hose, drawing a series of smaller spurts out of him that coated her hand and dribbled down his shaft.
Once he was drained of all its creamy white sperm, Mike opened his eyes and looked down his shrinking penis. Stacy giggled, and said "I think I need a shower… would you like to join me?"
Mike laughed loudly, "Would I? Just see if you can stop me!"
Stacy slid off the bed, padded into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Mike followed her in, but paused in the doorway unsure what to do next. She wrapped herself in a large, fluffy towel, and then handed one to Mike. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he looked around the room.
Stacy's bathroom was quite different from the plain white décor of Mike's. The walls were a pale tan color and the floor was done in tan marble as were the sinks and her large, Jacuzzi tub. Her shower stall stood in a corner, as did his, but hers was done in the same wonderful marble and had frosted glass walls and beautiful bronze fixtures. There was a comfortable looking stool placed in front of a vanity, on which was a large, lighted make up mirror. Finally, there was a large, floor to ceiling mirror that covered most of the only open wall.
"My goodness Stacy, this is luxurious," exclaimed Mike.
"Thanks! It did turn out nice…"
Stacy removed her towel, hung it on a hook, then slid open the glass door and stepped gracefully into shower, immersing herself completely in the luxurious stream of water. She looked back at Mike smiling and crooked a finger, signaling him to join her. Mike hung his towel, then stepped inside and closed the door.
Mike closed his eyes for a moment and just let the warm water cascade over his body. This was another new experience for him. In all the years he had been married, his wife and he had never once shared the shower. When he opened his eyes again, Stacy handed him the soap and a washcloth and turned her back to him. He lathered her back, and then down over the globes of her ass, noticing for the first time a colorful butterfly tattoo. He ran the washcloth down through the crack of her ass and gently over her pussy.
Stacy sighed, "Oh my, that feels nice…mmmmm."
Mike was definitely enjoying himself. He set the soap aside and massaged Stacy's shoulders and neck for a couple of minutes, and then grabbed the soap again. He raised each of her arms over her head and soaped them from wrist to elbow to underarm, and then down her sides, lingering at the curve of her breast. Mike lathered his hands again, then slid his arms around her and began wash her front. His soapy hands lifted her breasts from below and cupped them, feeling their weight. Then he rubbed them slowly, deliberately pinching her nipples between his slippery fingers. His body was pressed against hers, his half erect penis rubbing against her soapy ass.
"Mmmmm," Stacy moaned, and pulled Mike's hand lower until he was gently rubbing her pussy. He allowed the water to rinse his hand clean, and then slipped his fingers over her clit and between her pussy lips. He could feel her excitement as he stroked her.
Stacy gasped and moaned loudly, "Hmmmm, oooOOOHH, YESSSSS!"
Stacy was biting her lip and rubbing her hands over her still soapy tits as she ground her slippery ass against Mike's slowly stiffening cock. He slowly increased the tempo of his fingers and she soon began to whimper and moan, thinking "This is great, but I want his hard cock inside me." Stacy knew that since he had already cum once, he would likely last much longer, and she really needed to be fucked hard and long.
