We both awoke to the alarm. Diane scurried from bed into the bathroom, and I just lay there, stretching lazily. If I remembered correctly, we had a couple of hours to get ready this morning. It was now just after six, and we were to meet up in the hotel's diner for breakfast at eight. There was plenty of time to get ready, and for anything else that might come up.
I laid there thinking about the night before, remembering how it felt when my cock was in Diane's ass. I started thinking about how she is such a dirty girl under that motherly exterior, and I could not help myself. I began stroking my cock slowly. I began to relive many of the moments we shared. I began to focus between last night, and the night at the club, where I fucked her right at our table.
During this time, I heard the shower turn on. I started picturing her soaping her naked body up. I was seeing her hands roam all over her body, passing over her erect nipples, and down to her pussy. When she moved, her breasts would jiggle enticingly. Even the thought of her placing a foot on the side of the tub, and rubbing her hands over a shapely calf excited me.
Lost in my fantasies, I did not hear the shower turn off. I was startled when I heard the bathroom door open. I had been caught. Diane was naked, and was drying her hair. Seeing her this way, and her breasts bouncing as she rubbed a towel through her hair sent me over the edge. With a groan, I shot my load into the air, landing on the bed, and on my stomach and chest.
"What brought that on?" she asked me, having stopped what she was doing.
"I was just thinking about you. I pictured you in the shower, soaping yourself up. I could see your naked body, and I got excited."
"Sometimes I cannot believe you. How can you find me that exciting?" she jested. "I mean, I'm not fat or anything, but I am no model either."
"Models tend to look like little boys." I said. "There is no mistaking you for anything but a woman. Your breasts are perfect. Not grotesquely large, not small. When not restrained, they move so enticingly, I struggle to keep from groping you in public. Some people mix these up, using them all the same, but you are pretty, cute, attractive, beautiful, and sexy, all at the same time. You have the soft and subtle curves that define femininity. People like you when the first meet you, so that says something about your personality. You also have a sense of humor. Remember the joke you pulled after our first night together? You are also a great lover."
While saying this, I could see her begin to blush, a flush of red, from her cheeks to her breasts. "If I am all that, then I would not be divorced, right?"
"If you are not all that, then why am I getting hard again. Have you looked at your hair?" I replied with a grin, and grabbed my recovered member. "Why does my desire to please you, please me?" She watched my hand has it pumped up and down.
"It looks like you are pretty intent on pleasing yourself at the moment." I could see mischief in her eyes.
"Only because it excites you when you watch me masturbate, like it excites me to watch you." Without another word, leaving her towel draped over her shoulders, she slid a hand down between her legs. When her fingers brushed over her sex, she sighed. As she watched me, her hips began to buck slightly. She kept her fingers sliding over her pussy, and soon closed her eyes. Taking a chance, I began talking to her.
"Oh, God! You are going to make me cum." She let out a yelp. "No one has ever made me cum twice like this. Don't stop. I want to watch you cum with me." She let out a quick cry that I had not heard before. Her body was starting to jerk, and she was thrust her butt backwards, then forwards again. He fingers were now flying between her legs. I could not see what they were doing, but watching her body react was bringing me close to the edge.
Her cries were coming quicker. "Are you cumming?" She nodded quickly. "Oh God, Diane, don't cum before I do." She let out a strangled moan, and I was going over the edge. "Oh, Diane, you are making me cum again. Oh, Go—d, ung!.." I began cumming, and so did Diane. With a loud moan, and several yelps, I watched her body jerk rapidly. She slipped into a nearby chair, legs spread, and continued to work her fingers, continuing her orgasm.
Soon, she went limp, and slouched in the chair, breathing heavily. I got out of bed, and kneeled before her, placing my hands on her thighs. I kissed her legs, and she looked down at me, and smiled. Her fingers were still lazily running over her pussy, and I watched them. "If you keep that up, you are going to kill me today. Not an entirely unpleasant prospect."
Defiantly, she slid a finger inside of her pussy, arching her back as she did, and moaning. "Either I get up to get a shower now, or I ravage you all day, in every way I can think of, leaving us both shriveled up husks. Our bodies will shrivel up, as we will dehydrate from cumming so much. I will lick you dry, then wet again. What do you think?"
She chuckled, and said "As appealing as death by orgasm sounds, I do have a son to think about." She pulled me up, and brought my face to hers. I could smell her arousal on her hand, but decided to behave. She brought me into her, and we kissed deeply for several moments. After we separated, I stood up, and pulled her to her feet. "Let's get you clean again." Together we got into the shower, and managed to clean up without incident.