It had been a year and four months since my last physical intimacy. I needed the time to get my life back together. I still needed time, but then you came into my life, and it had really been so very long.
We were at the Washington School playground pushing our kids on the swings. They were both in the same kindergarten class. I was designated the "underducker" as my son would call it, and "underdogger" as your daughter would call it, pushing the kids up high by going beneath them.
It was getting late and the forecast called for rain. Already the dark clouds were gathering. I asked what you were doing after this.
"Probably going home to make supper." She replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," I said.
"Would you like to come over for supper?" she asked, taking the initiative I was too shy to do.
"I would like that very much." I said with an honest sincerity.
"You can bring your son of course."
"Oh, of course." And I smile.
Later, when the sky looked menacing enough, I propose that we leave. "Shall I just follow you in my car?" I ask.
"Sure, where are you parked?" she said.
"Over there," and I gesture with my hand. "I could pull over behind you until you're ready."
"Sounds great, we'll be waiting."
Soon we are on our way to your house. You pull into the driveway and I park on the street. I meet you at the front door and you let us into your humble abode. I help you in the kitchen while our children play. Every so often I flirtingly touch you on the hips with both hands.
Dinner was made and we all sat down to eat. We spoke of trivial things mostly. Afterwards we retired to the living room to watch television, then a movie.
While the kids watched the movie we went into the kitchen for an after dinner drink and some grown up chat.
"So do you have a girlfriend?" she asks bluntly after the first drink is down.
"No. How about you, do you have a girlfriend?" I ask and she laughs.
Soon she is against the kitchen counter and my hands are discovering her body. Our mouths are together in a deep, wet kiss. I don't remember how it happened, but isn't that the best way, to be surprised. My hands cup her full, round breasts. My erection is painfully pressed into her belly and hips, and I love it.
"Oh, I wish you could spend the night!" You whisper excitedly between kisses.
"Why not? There's no school tomorrow. Let me run it by the little guy."
We separate and together we pose the question to the kids. They both eagerly agree. We curb our lust until the kids are asleep together in your daughter's bed.
Back in your room the lights are turned low. Some light classical music is put on and we hold each other. My hands renew their discovering, noting every supple curve and smooth texture.
I kneel before you, a servant. My hands knead your backside as I look up into your lovely face. I unbutton and unzip your jeans and pull them down over the curve of your hips until they are bunched around your ankles and you step out of them. I slide my hands up your calves and thighs and hook my fingers into the waistband of your panties and pull them down, exposing the neatly trimmed pubic hair of your pussy. I stand up and pull your tee shirt up over your head revealing your wonderful chest. I motion for you to turn around and I unclasp your bra letting the garment fall to the floor like all of the others.
I slide up behind you slowly running both of my hands around you and across your belly to hug you pressing our bodies together. I lean my head down and begin kissing and sucking on your neck. You turn around to face me and our lips meet again and we suck hungrily at each others mouths.
You pull my shirt up over my head and our kiss is broken. You drop to your knees to unzip my jeans and pull them down to puddle around my feet and I step out of them. You run your hands up my calves and thighs to hook into the waistband of my underwear and then they too are ceremoniously drawn down and off, and my cock stands rigid and at attention in anticipation of what's to come.
Surprised at my excitement you take my cock in hand and devour the flared tip, sucking it into your mouth. You nurse from me, lifting your head up and down in circular motions as you draw the entire length in and out of your throat. You stroke the base in time with the movements of your head.
