I realized, watching her from behind as she took the four steps up to the travel trailer's door, just how DAMN sexy a woman is from that view, especially when she's leaking semen down her thighs. She had a wonderful ass and those shiny places where she leaked just added to her allure. I wished I was 30 again because, for all that she was so damn beautiful like that, my dick stayed soft.
"As good as I'd hoped," I said, turning her to face me.
"Hoped?" she asked.
"Yes, hoped," I said, "this was our first time."
She giggled, pushed me to arm's length, looked me up and down, and said, "seriously?"
"Seriously?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
She laughed then, a big belly laugh that made her jiggle in interesting ways.
"Oh shit," she said, closing the distance between us, not that there had been much, travel trailers aren't exactly roomy, "I got a Flamingo Virgin's cherry."
"And it was as good as you'd hoped?" she added.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeah," I said.
She reached down and found me soft.
"Any chance for a rematch?" she asked, her grin looking delightfully naughty.
"Sorry," I said, and I meant it,
She looked at me, well, the word "speculatively" is right.
She played with my soft dick for a few seconds, lifting my balls, running her finger in circles to make my dick roll around, tickling the line where my glans peeked out from the bit of foreskin that remained from circumcision.
Nothing happened.
"I know what you need," she said, bending to pick up the small purse she had dropped on the table. It turned out to be a case for her cell phone that seemed to hold the things a woman normally carried.
I looked at her with eyebrows raised in question and she held up her index finger in the universal "just a minute" gesture.
"Baby," she said, "I need you to come over to," and she covered the phone with her hand and asked, "what number are you here?"
I thought and said, "42."
"I need you to come over to 42," she said.
Pause.
"Yes sweety, now," she said.
Pause.
She giggled and said, "it turns out David and Paula are flamingo virgins and I think he needs a lesson in how a proper husband in this Life acts."
She giggled again and said, "yes sweety, you'll be able to go back."
She hung up and looked at me, that speculative look on her face again.
She crooked her finger and I closed the distance between us.
"The Flamingo Life," she said, and the way she said it made the capitalization obvious, "is very matriarchal. You men always want us, but we can always say 'no.' You need to understand that, David, if you think this is for you."
She kissed me then, one of those good kisses.
"Oh, don't look so scared," she said, giggling, "it's not like we're going to castrate you or anything. Far from it. We want you to be at your very best."
A knock at the door and she didn't turn before she called out, "come in."
From my vantage point, a boy came in. I figured he probably couldn't buy beer legally. I looked from him to her.
"Yes," she said, grinning, "I'm a cougar or a cradle robber or whatever you want to call it. David, this is Tommy, my husband. Tommy, this is David."
He smiled and offered his hand and we shook. Okay, I felt damn weird, shaking the hand of another man's wife while I stood, naked beside her.
She turned and kissed me, a lingering kiss. I was aware, every second, of him standing there. I was surprised when I felt a stirring in my groin.
"Come on, baby," she said, her breath warm in my ear, as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
I was surprised, not at all, when he followed.
"Now show David how a good Flamingo husband treats his wife," she said, parting her legs.
She pulled her knees up and reached down, gently opening herself. She was leaking, my thick white semen oozing, slowly, running down to the dark puckered circle of her anus.
