Cindy was stirring pancake batter when I tip-toed down to the kitchen from the upstairs bedroom in our fifth-wheel RV.
All she wore was a white lace thong which made her light mocha skin even sexier.
I came up behind her, nibbled her earlobe--she gasped. And cupped her small, teardrop-shaped boobs--she squirmed.
I turned her around so she faced me.
"Oh, Larry!" she giggled, looking at my cock which pointed right at her. "Looks like you brought me something to play with?"
I cupped her asscheeks, pressing my cock against her stomach.
At six-feet-two, I towered over Cindy's petite four-feet ten-inch frame. The top of her head didn't even come to my shoulders.
"Happy anniversary," she said, craning her neck for a kiss.
After lifting all ninety-pounds of her into my arms, she wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me a wet kiss.
Only then did I registered what she had said about an anniversary. "I wasn't aware we'd gotten married."
She slapped my shoulder with her palm. "It's the anniversary of me moving in with you, one year ago."
Her tongue penetrated my mouth. As we smooched I maneuvered her body until my cock pressed against her crotch.
I looked into her large, dark brown eyes. "How could I forget? You worked at that diner across the street from the RV park I was staying in Tulsa."
She stuck out her tongue. "Oklahoma City, mister memory man."
"I knew that."
She tweaked my nose. "I lost count of the number of times you asked for coffee refills that first morning."
I pinched one of her nipples. "I made sure I wasn't far from a bathroom that afternoon."
Sliding the crotch of her panties aside, I dipped a finger into her pussy.
She shuddered. "Fuck!"
"In just a minute I intend to."
She was soaking wet. I moved my finger in and out of her entrance.
Her breathing grew ragged. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
She gazed at me with lust-filled eyes as she tried to guide my cock into her pussy with her hand.
I made sure she didn't succeed.
She pouted, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "You're teasing me!"
"So it would appear."
I lowered her onto my cock, both of us shivering at the initial penetration.
She kissed me. "Why does it still surprise me the first time you go inside me how wonderful you feel?"
"Yes."
"You fit just right."
I guided her up and down my shaft holding onto her hips.
"Fuck," she moaned. "I guess the pancakes can wait?"
"You think?"
I reached between her ass cheeks, circling her anal button with my finger.
She yelped. "Oh fuck!"
"I think we're doing that," I chuckled.
"It's so good."
I pressed my finger firmly against her anal opening.
She cried out, bucking against me--"Fuck, fuck!"--then screamed when I swatted her ass.
I bit her earlobe. "I don't want you to come."
"That's not fair," she groaned. "I'm so close!"
I grinned. "I'm going to get you even closer. And you'd better not come."
Her eyes were wild with desire and frustration.
My finger penetrated her sphincter. She cried my name, her legs trembling around my waist.
"You'd better not come!"
She shook her head side to side in frustration. "Please, Larry! I can't hold it in any longer. I have to come!"
"No, you don't." I slapped one boob, then the other.
She let out a frustrated scream, swatting my shoulder.
Her wetness trickled between my legs. She howled as I slammed my cock into her pussy.
Then I quickly pulled out of her.
Her scream echoed off the walls. "What the fuck!"
I carried her to the back of the RV where we had two recliners and a small couch. It was our living room area.
With her feet on the floor and facing one of the recliners, I had her bend forward, away from me, resting her arms on the recliner seat.
"Oh no, Larry! Please don't!"
"Keep your ass up, as high as you can."
Each recliner had a matching footstool and I moved one of them so I could sit comfortably while I tongued her anal opening.
Her pussy lips remained wide apart, her inner thighs slick with vaginal juice. I rubbed across her anus with my thumb, watching her pussy contract.
"Oh fuck, Larry! Please, please don't!"
And then I attacked her opening with my tongue, first licking and then probing.
"Keep your hands on the recliner, Cindy. I don't want you touching yourself."
With her hips gyrating as I pleasured her, it was a challenge to keep my tongue on her opening, but I did my best.
My thoughts drifted to what I did to her two nights ago after we came home from dinner, how I took my time massaging that opening with my tongue until my cock slipped in with ease.
Cindy's cry brought me back to the present moment. "Larry, I can't take any more of you without coming. I'm sorry!"
I didn't say anything. Instead I stood up, pushed my cock into her pussy.
"Goddam! You're making me come!"
"Go ahead, Cindy."
Her moans turned into a scream as the first of several orgasms washed over her. I grabbed her waist to keep her from collapsing as she trembled against each of my thrusts.
"Oh fuck me!" she cried.
I withdrew my cock and turned her towards me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and, with a shaking hand, reinserted my cock, then ground against me until she screamed my name.
She had a third orgasm. Then she showered my face with kisses. I inched us into the recliner and held her in my lap. She shivered uncontrollably. I pressed her close to me.
It took a couple of minutes for her to recover. "You know my body so well," she said finally.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
She looked at me for a moment. I could see the wheels spinning in her brain. Her eyes grew moist. "I think I'm starting to fall for you."
I hugged her again. "That's good to hear. I fell for you the first time I saw you."
She laughed. "That was your cock talking."
I started to say something, but she covered my mouth with her hand. "Yes, my pussy has feelings for you as well, that's pretty obvious. But I'm talking about heart feelings."
"I know, Cindy, and I feel the same about you. I have for a long time."
She kissed me. "Yes."
"I don't know how much longer you intend to travel with this old geezer--"