I couldn't get to the diner fast enough Thursday night after work. I wanted to experience what happened Wednesday night all over again.
Some guests were still lingering over coffee when I walked through the door. Bonnie, Mrs. W, was making a last pass around with the pot, informing everyone that it was 15 minutes to closing and they needed to finish up.
As soon as the last patron left she locked the door, hung the CLOSED sign and turned out the lights. Grabbing my hand as she passed, she pulled me into the Women's restroom.
"I've been thinking of you all day, T. I can't get you off my mind." Bonnie said.
As she sat down on the single bed I asked what it was doing in here. She explained about the severity some women and girls have at that time of the month and the need to lie down for a short time.
While she was explaining her hands didn't stopped moving. Bonnie unfastened my jeans, untied my shoes and had me naked from the waste down in a matter of seconds. I had started getting hard on my walk to the restaurant so she wasn't disappointed with what she saw.
Gripping my 10+ inches with both hands, Bonnie started telling me that Robbie, her husband, had a very small cock. She had always known it was small but, since she had never had any other, it had always been enough for her.
Since opening the diner/truckstop, she had seen magazines, she said, with pictures of big cocks and had dreamed about what it would be like to have one of them inside her.
"Last night you showed me what it was like. I loved it, T. I really loved it." With a wry smile she added, "But I'm very sore today."
Looking at my cock she slowly moved her hand up and down it's length, caressing it.
"I want to show you some other ways of pleasuring a woman, T. Would you like that?"
"I want to know everything" was my response.
"Take my clothes off me, T." Bonnie stretched out her legs so I could untie and remove her shoes, reluctantly releasing my cock. She had on a short-sleeved buttoned shirt, which I removed, then her bra.
"Last night I was in a hurry" she stated, "which is nice sometimes. Tonight we're going to take our time. I'm going to show you how to make love to a girls' body, T. I'm going to show you how to make her want you badly, so badly it will pain her if she can't have you."
I unsnapped her slacks and pulled them down and off her legs. Bonnie was lying there in only her panties. God I loved seeing her like that.
Sliding my hands up her legs to remove her panties, she stopped me. "Not yet, T. Come up here." I removed my shirt and joined her on the bed.
Lying on her back with me over her, we kissed for the first time that night. Instinctively my hand sought her breast, cupping underneath and sliding up so the palm rubbed her nipple. I was running on intuition, so I kept going.
Holding myself up on one elbow, I took that nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently, watching it grow hard right there in front of me.
"Kiss it, T," she said. I did. "French kiss it, use your tongue." I did.
Still cupping it, I ran my tongue around the nipple, never quite touching it. I sucked around the nipple, pulling the flesh into my mouth with the suction. Bonnie started moaning. Man, I loved making her moan like that.
Never touching that nipple, I pulled away and went to the other side, treating it in the same manner, never quite making contact. Holding the breast high, I ran my tongue under it, where her bra had left its mark. Bonnie was growling now, and the sounds coming from her made me rock hard.
Finally I swooped in, taking the nipple between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Bonnie's hand grasped the back of my head and pulled it fiercely to her. I opened my jaw and pinched the nipple gently with my teeth. She was squirming, her body moving all over the bed.
"A little harder, T. Please, just a little harder."
As I clamped down harder my hand shot between her legs. Closing my hand on her mound just as I closed my teeth on her nipple, two of my fingers forced their way, panties and all, inside her.
She loved it. Her legs parted wide and one of her hands flew down to grip my wrist, assuring I wasn't going to remove that hand, while the other entwined itself in my hair and squeezed my mouth to her breast.
Forcibly pulling myself away from her I said, "I want to see all of you." She had groaned in frustration when I had jerked out of her grasp, but now she was smiling. She had those panties off in a heartbeat.
I don't care if she was 20 years older than me. She was beautiful. Running my hands softly over her body, I said, "I want to kiss every part of you."
"Oh, yes, T, do it", she begged.
I did. I traced lips and tongue all over her, turning her over onto her front then again onto her back as I tried to cover every square inch. I noticed, when I had her feet in my hands, her body got excited when I got close to her toes. I began kissing each one, trying to find just the right one.
It was all of them, so I sucked each one into my mouth. I nibbled on her Achilles tendon and traced my tongue and lips up the inside of her leg until I was just short of her hair-covered mound. The aroma emanating from there was intoxicating. I had to get closer.
Getting closer wasn't going to be a problem because the closer I got the wider her legs went. She wanted me there, and when both of her hands gripped my hair and started pulling, well, I'm no dummy. She wanted me there in a hurry!
Pivoting my body around to lay between her legs, I lifted those legs and put them on my shoulders and moved in closer. With my fingertip I parted and caressed her lips up and down, up and down. First one side then the other. She was soaking wet.
I moved my face closer and kissed those lips softly. She was pulling my head almost violently, making all sorts of grunts and groans, but, as I said in the first story, I was a big boy. I resisted and proceeded at my own pace.
I continued kissing all over those lips when suddenly I remembered her reaction to my fingers when they had entered her earlier. Palm up, I inserted two and began moving them in and out. Quite by accident, I assure you, I curled those fingers up and forward during one stoke.
"Uuuuggggggghhhhhh. Oh, yes, T, right there. Do it again. Please, T, do it again!!!"
I didn't know what I had touched but she sure did want more of it. Her hips were trying to impale themselves on my fingers. So I curled those fingers, just like the last time, and started stroking for all I was worth into that same spot while I kissed and licked everything I could find.
Every muscle in her body went taut. The air from her lungs was released in the most erotic sound I had ever heard. Her hands, gripping my hair so tightly, brutally crushed my lips and teeth into her pubic bone. Her hips never stopped lunging, slamming onto those fingers.
She came with a long, shrill scream and fluid ran out of her opening. And still I continued to thrust those fingers up and forward while licking and licking.
"No, T, no more." She was pushing against my head now, trying to reach the arm of those fingers to push it away also. "It's too much. Stop! Please, I need you to stop."
I didn't stop. I fought her off and continued with the fingers and my mouth. My tongue found this little nub projecting out from just above her opening. When it first made contact Bonnie stopped pushing and shoving. So I kept flicking that nub again and again.
Suddenly she was pulling again. I swear she was trying to get my head all the way inside her. I added a third finger, continued thrusting them up and forward, gripped that little nub between my lips and flicked my tongue at it as fast as I could.
Her back arched, that beautiful sound was wrenched from her lungs again, her body went into violent spasms, jerking all over that bed, and her fluid ran like someone had turned on a tap. Those sheets were getting soaked.
She wasn't talking now, just weakly, feebly pushing at me to stop. I finally did. I crawled up beside her, wrapped her in my arms, kissed her tenderly on the lips, on the eyelids, on the nose and held her as her body quieted and came back to earth.
All those years ago and I remember it like it was an hour ago. I remember thinking what a beautiful sight it was to see her body have so much pleasure. How hard it made my cock to know I had been the cause of that pleasure.
After she calmed she began to cry softly. "Robbie won't do that, T. He says it dirty. He's only let me put his cock in my mouth 4 times in all the years we've been married. He's never cum for me like you did last night."
She pushed herself up on an elbow to look down into my eyes, still crying softly.
"I've cum more times in the last two days with you than I have in the 22 years I've been married. How will I ever be able to go back?"
I was a good student. I could do the math. "You got married at 16", I asked? She only nodded.
"I love the taste of your cock, T." Her hand lowered and gripped me. "I love how clean you smell. You're always so neat and clean." She was stroking me as she talked.
"I love Robbie, T. I'll never leave him. Can I have you once in a while, T, when he's on the road? You'll find some young girl soon, but can I have you once in a while?" She had been scooting down the bed, rising up on her knees, all the while staring hypnotically at my cock.
"I need your cock, T." Bonnie lowered her mouth and began kissing and licking it.
"I need to taste it," she said, and the top 3 inches entered into that wonderful mouth.
Pulling off only far enough for her warm breath to flow over my wet crown she added, "I loved when you came in my mouth. I love the taste of your cum and I want it again and again."
Holding my cock with both hands, she ran her tongue slowly around the tip, dipping into the hole lightly, then running her tongue underneath to play with that little sack. Back up she came to the flared head, tongue tracing its way around.
