And so . . . . . .
This story follows on from "And then . . . . ", which features the first meeting of a highly sexual couple who live 5000 miles apart. Their respective partners are aware of the attraction, and have encouraged them to meet.
The second chapter "And next" followed on from their first time together in Tucson, Arizona, and the shower afterwards to clean up, when Tom took great pleasure from Karly's full yet tight ass, and gave her pleasure aplenty in return before both fell deeply asleep. . . . .
When I awoke who knew how many hours later, I found myself alone in your huge bed with the silky coverings light on my skin and your scent lingering on the pillow beside mine. I could recall quite vividly falling asleep with my tender penis lodged between your plump buttocks, my right arm under your neck as you lay in the 'bowl' of my spoon, with my right hand loosely fondling your left breast and my left hand softly caressing the soft, velvety skin of your hip and buttock. Now, though, those sensual touches were only memories, and I sat up in bed to try and work out where you may have gone and, just as importantly, what time it was!
Sitting on a strange bed, in a strange house, in a strange country (well, all of them strange to me, at least!) has a way of heightening the senses somewhat, to the extent that after a few seconds I could hear footsteps in a slightly distant room, moving only a few steps at a time as if . . yeah, you were in the kitchen, most likely making something to eat or drink, which I suddenly realised couldn't be more need right now - I felt starving hungry, even though it was only - Jings! TEN hours since I'd fallen asleep? No wonder I was hungry and, I suddenly realised, rather needful of the en-suite toilet!
Getting out of bed I found a light robe at the foot and pulled it on as I headed for the bathroom. Once I'd taken care of things there, including a (very) quick shower, I headed to 'my' bedroom to check my mobile phone for any missed calls or messages; I found a text message from Sue saying her aunt had passed away and she would phone later to speak to me. While I felt sad for Sue's loss, I acknowledged too my hope that she would be able to join me here and get to know you and Stuart - and hopefully, join in some of our games.
I went through towards the kitchen to find you had laid the dining table with various snacks and fruit, just right for 'grazing' on as we sat and talked. We spoke about how Sue might feel just now, though it seemed a joint wish that all was good and she would be here to join us very soon. I couldn't help but openly admire your voluptuous body as we spoke, clad as it was in an equally light, and hence revealing, robe as the one I was wearing!
I must confess that the more I looked at you, the less I was actually listening to you telling me about some of the local attractions you thought I might like to see over the coming days. I was far more interested in the attractive sight in front of me, your sexy, curvy body barely contained by the silky material of the robe, plump, rubbery buttons topping the firm mounds at the front of the robe, a very suggestive, deep shadow evident at the crossover of the two sides of the robe and firm, sleek thighs emerging from the lower edges as you started to squirm slightly on the bench seat beside me.
As I looked at and relished the beauty of your sexy self, I could feel my penis begin to stiffen beneath my robe, the glans nudging the hem of the robe aside as it swelled. The way I was reacting here anyone would think I was a teenager, rather than the mature man I actually was. I looked again into your eyes, only to find them glinting in amusement at my growing predicament which you had noticed despite, or perhaps because of, my attempts to hide it. Your description of a native American burial site drew to a premature close as you grinned at my discomfort, your left leg being closest to me brushing my right leg as you turned towards me, your lower leg now lying across the bench seat and the low part of your robe parting with your thighs to reveal what appeared to be a dark shadow at the junction of your muscular legs.
And so . . .
I couldn't help but look more closely then, to confirm that the 'shadow' was, in fact, the closely-trimmed brown pubic hair that adorned your gorgeously plump pudenda, the dark pink edges of your inner labia just visible in the centre of this vista. This caused my cock to rise to its full hardness, the head once again scraping against the edge of the material on the hem of the robe, even the soft smoothness of the silk resulting in a frisson of discomfort. When you reached out with your hand to lightly grasp my shaft in the curve of your fingers I couldn't help but utter a sharp intake of breath, almost a hiss, which had the unfortunate result of your hand jerking away from my penis as if it had been burnt; not what I wanted, or had intended, at all. I reached out and guided your hand back to its recently abandoned position, allowing your fingers to gently form around my shaft while your frown of concern changed to a smile of contentment and delight at the fullness of my cock.
"Looks like you might be ready to go again, my sweet" you said, standing up from the seat and, hand now firmly wrapped round my stiffness, guided me round so I was sitting with my back to the table as you knelt to one side of me, your robe somehow having become unfastened and pulled to the sides to allow me an excellent view of your proud breasts, full and round orbs of delight topped by dark pink, thimble-sized nipples just begging to be sucked. But, it seemed, not quite yet!
"You know darlin', I really want to taste you properly," you said, pulling the cord of my robe so it fell away from my body, adding "I just hope you're not too sore to let me suck you, because I want to do for you what you did for me. And," you continued, "I do so want to taste your cum from the source; I know you taste good, I just want to prove it once and for all".
Well, who was I to argue with a lady? Especially a very sexy one who wanted to suck my cock? I allowed myself to be guided again by your hands, one holding on lightly to my erection while the other first discarded your own robe, then plucked mine from my body and threw it aside. I revelled again in the sight of your amazingly arousing, sexy body, my cock twitching in response and your finger tightening almost imperceptibly in answer. Keeping hold of my manhood you eased your body between my knees, your own legs bending until you were kneeling immediately in front of me, your arms supported by the length of my thighs and your hand still holding on to my cock as if you would never let it go. I was still speechless as you looked up at me, a huge smile covering your face as you said,
"Just relax there sweetie, while I make you feel good", your head lowering towards my core as I felt your rock-hard nipples pressing against the top of my thighs, your fingers guiding the tip of my cock towards your ruby-red lips.
I watched as your lip opened and the tip of your tongue emerged to tentatively lick the sensitive, tiny eye in the head of my penis, probing gently before slipping down slightly and slowly circling the edge of my glans. Once, twice and then a third time your soft, slick tongue teased my cock-head while your fingers were still wrapped loosely around the shaft, the large clear globule of pre-cum then appearing from my slit immediately swept up by your swirling tongue, a quiet moan of delight emanating from your throat as you savoured the taste and slickness of my emission in your mouth. Now your digits tightened slightly on my shaft, sliding up the length until the circle of your thumb and forefinger stuck behind the mushroom head of my cock as your lips opened further and slid down to encompass my knob as they met the flesh of your fingers.
As if that wasn't erotic enough I felt your fingers slide down my shaft to allow your tongue easier access to my glans again, the light, teasing sensations caused by your flickering movements almost bringing me to the edge within seconds! Luckily some second sense or a noise I made alerted you to the fact and you reverted to merely applying some suction to my poor cock head, moving slightly up and down the shaft while your fingers kept perfect time.
After another minute or two of this (to be honest, I had already lost all track of time!) your arms pressed against my inner thighs to widen the gap between my legs, and your hand dropped from my shaft to cup my heavy balls in your hand, loosely curving your hand around the thinly skinned sac. This, of course, meant that the lower five or six inches of my thick penis was now bereft of any contact from you, your lips snugly fixed round the shaft just behind the head, light suction still the order of the moment. You looked up at me right at that moment, your eyes shining with excitement and lust, my own reciprocating those feelings and then some.
Somehow managing to smile around the thickness between your lips, your fingers tightened around my balls; not to the point of pain, or even discomfort, but I certainly knew they were there! Tugging downwards, oh so gently, I watched avidly as you lifted your head and let your lips slip off me, an audible popping sound confirmation that my cock was now freely throbbing in the warm air of your kitchen, though still feeling a little cold where your hot mouth had been only second before.
And so . . .
"My, but you taste good hon" you murmured, your head now lowering again until your tongue reached out and probed the smooth skin at the very base of my cock, right above where your dextrous fingers were still curved seductively round my balls, before slowly, tenderly licking up the full length of my cock until once again you reached the flare of the head; a single flick over the slit and you licked down the other side, repeating the motions time and again until you abandoned licking me altogether until, on the last award stroke, you covered the head of my cock fully with your lips and slid your mouth all the way down my length until the tip of my cock bumped against the back of your throat, almost causing you to gag; almost, but not quite.
I was really very impressed with this turn of events as only Sue, who I'd been with some 14 years now, had ever managed to take me all the way to the base, and then only after a lot of practicing! Your lips stayed locked firmly round my shaft as you drew back again, your tongue swirling slowly round the thick rod in your mouth, saliva mixing with my copious pre-cum to create a heavenly, slick lubrication for what quickly became an oral fuck-fest right there in your kitchen.
Suddenly the suction on my cock disappeared, as did the soft firmness of your lips; I opened eyes that had closed to more thoroughly enjoy the sensation to witness your free hand, the one not still holding my testes, grasp my shaft and exert a pulling motion on me, edging my buttocks off the edge of the padded bench until I was half sitting, half lying on the seat, my shoulders against the table top and my knees bent at right-angles to keep me from falling onto the floor. As I got comfortable in this new position your mouth returned to its previous place, with your free hand and arm now lying lightly across my belly just above my pubis and the two first fingers of your right hand now moving up towards my perineum and the ultra-soft skin where my sac joined it.
