Brian was anxious that morning. He was due to meet up with Lydia later that afternoon. The weekend before, they'd given each other head on the bus during the Franklin Baptist Church annual retreat.
On that trip, she had shared her collection of private selfies and videos. Lydia then sent him a new revealing selfie every day this week. Last night she sent Brian a video in which she stepped from the shower, covered her body in oil and masturbated until she came.
Brian jerked-off at least 4 times since watching it (Lydia had also gotten off twice since sending it).
The plan was to meet at her apartment at 3:00. Brian decided to walk to her place in the Petworth neighborhood to help him relax and take off some of the edge. He arrived at 3:06. Her apartment was on the fourth floor at the end of the hall.
"You're late..." Lydia chastised him, peeking through the opening with the chain still on. "What's your excuse?"
"I'm here, ain't I?" Brian replied with a smirk. The playfulness between them got him excited - he felt the first signs of a hard-on.
"Is that the best you can come up with?" she shot back.
"My bad..." He said shrugging and turning. "Guess I better go."
Brian had almost taken 10 steps when he heard the door quickly close, the security chain sliding away and the hinges creak as it swung open.
"You betta' get your ass in here..." Lydia hissed and smiled at him still partially hidden behind the door.
Brian slowly strolled in, looking around her spacious apartment as she closed the door behind him. When he faced her, Lydia stood defiantly with hands on hips; her hair pulled back into a bun and her feet bare. She wore a silk, peach-colored, ankle length robe. From the way her breasts and nipples stood out it appeared the robe was all she wore.
In response to her stance, Brian crossed his arms - they silently stared at each other for several long seconds. Lydia was the first to break.
"You need to stop playin' games and come get this..." she smiled undoing the belt and letting the robe fall open. Lydia's C-cup breasts, dark-brown, erect nipples and shaved pussy were proudly on display.
Brian's cock strained against his jeans. He took in as much of her as he could before closing the distance between them. Their kiss was long, hard and wet. Lydia smelled fresh from the shower with a faint scent of sweat and musk-oil. Her mouth tasted like wine (she'd finished 2 glasses before his arrival).
Their common goal became the removal of clothing. Lydia's robe fell to the floor, Brian's belt and jeans dropped to bunch around his ankles.
As he struggled with his shirt, Lydia squatted and took him into her mouth while simultaneously pulling off his shoes. They successfully managed to have him stripped down to his socks as she continued to suck him. Unlike their previous encounter on the bus, there were no constraints (like seats or being seen by fellow passengers). Lydia put her skills on full display.
"Oh, shit...!" Brian gasped, trying to take it all in.
Pulling his thighs apart so that his balls dangled freely, Lydia firmly gripped Brian's ass and took his cock into her throat, sucking and slurping as pre-cum and saliva ran down her cheeks. Then she sucked and licked his balls, his thighs and his scrotum.
Brian tried his best to come to grips with what was happening - a sexy, horny woman almost twice his age was sucking his cock and balls. He'd known Lydia most of his life, had jerked off thinking about her and was soon going to fuck her.
"Come on..." he urged pulling her up. He wanted to stop before she made him cum.
They kissed again as she led him over to the couch. He pushed her back and got down between her thighs. Lydia drew her legs back so that her feet were over her head.
"Eat that pussy, baby..." she panted. "Eat that pussy good!"
Brian feasted. His skilled tongue explored her clit, her inner lips and her ass. He bit and sucked her thighs as sweat ran down her face and neck and between her breasts. Brian soon made Lydia moan and scream his name.
