Dinner with Leigh was far from uneventful. Michael was completely distracted for most of the evening, his mind reeling from the sheer absurdity of being on a date with one woman, while her twenty-one year old daughter was lying in his bed waiting for him. He had never been in a situation even remotely similar. And he couldn't help but replay scenes from the blow job he had received, the nubile nymph first and foremost on his mind. Eager to get back to Kaylee, he laboured to focus on the woman across from him, with limited success. His reticence hadn't been lost on Leigh, and during dessert she brought it up.
"Michael, you've seemed distracted all evening. Is everything okay?"
He paused before replying, scrambling to come up with some plausible lie to explain his behaviour.
"Oh, it's nothing really, I was just thinking about us and our past."
"Mmm, I see. Happy thoughts perhaps?"
He chuckled, recalling for a moment some of the good times as well as the bad.
"A few," he said nonchalantly.
"Just a few?"
He smiled.
"Yeah, we had some fun I guess."
Leigh moved her hand across the table, resting it on his.
"I'd like to have a lot of fun tonight," she said quietly, squeezing his fingers as she spoke.
This was an unforeseen twist. Michael had been so preoccupied with her daughter that the thought of anything happening with Leigh had never crossed his mind. He supposed he should have anticipated it, but he was still surprised by her actions.
Peering across the table he saw her eyes fixed on his. For the first time that evening he found himself struck by her smouldering beauty. Her face had retained its splendour, large green eyes perched above incredible cheek bones, lips still luscious. Her ruby red hair was longer than it had been when they were dating, and wavier, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She was absolutely stunning.
He could feel himself becoming aroused as he gazed at her, the combined effect of her touch, her words, and her sultry good looks getting the best of him. Under different circumstances he wouldn't hesitate to fuck her, but given the fact that her daughter had had her lips wrapped around his cock an hour or so earlier made that out of the question; at least that's what he tried to convince himself.
"Leigh, I don't know. With all of our past baggage, I don't think this is a good idea," he said, trying to find an excuse for not proceeding further.
"It wasn't all bad was it?" she said, squeezing his hand again. "I seem to remember we had some great times as well."
Michael couldn't deny the truth of what she was saying. Sure, their relationship had been rocky, and it didn't end on the greatest of terms, but the sex had been incredible. She was quite adventurous in bed, a fantastic lay, and now he had the chance to taste her charms again.
But what about her daughter? She was probably still waiting for him, and now he was going to do her mom? It seemed ludicrous. He tried to steer Leigh away from this notion, and himself as well.
"Yeah sure, it was great at times, but it was so long ago, and we fought a lot."
"I know. And I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I've changed, I'm not that bitch anymore."
"I don't know..."
"Look Michael. I'll be honest with you. I'm lonely. I haven't been with a man since my divorce."
He was shocked by the revelation. She had always been so sexual. It had been so much a part of her when they dated that he couldn't fathom her going two years without it. Leigh, aware of his surprised reaction, continued.
"I know right? Leigh Austin, super slut, not fucking a guy for that long? But it's true. It's just taken me a while to get over my breakup. And seeing you here, well that brought back a flood of memories, and for me all of the good ones. I just figured, since we're both not with anyone, well, why not?"
She looked at him affectionately, squeezing his hand a third time.
In a way she was both right and wrong. They were't there with a partner, that was true, but he had hooked up with her daughter barely more than an hour ago; didn't that mean that he was with someone now? What a fucking weird predicament this was, he thought. And at this moment he did want to fuck Leigh, god help him. He squeezed her hand in return, smiling warmly at her.
"How about we go back to your room?" she suggested.
"No!" Michael blurted out, far too vociferously.
"Jesus," Leigh remarked, taken aback by his response.
Michael, surprising even himself with his panicked reaction, quickly recovered.
"Sorry, it's just my room's a mess, shit everywhere, dirty clothes, you know. I'd die of embarrassment if you saw it."
Ironically the last sentence was true, if for a different reason.
"Fuck, okay, okay," she laughed. "We can go back to my room, I think Kaylee might be out."
They left the restaurant. On the way to Leigh's room Michael checked her out, impressed by how incredible her body still was. The strapless black dress she wore clung perfectly to her petite frame, the hem just above her knees, a modest slit exposing a small portion of her left thigh. Her legs were quite attractive, and her waist seemed not much larger than when they had dated all those years ago. The cut of her neckline showed off her breasts, still holding their shape nicely. A pair of sexy high heeled sandals complemented her ensemble, her tiny red toenails visible.
Arriving at her suite, Leigh called out tentatively as they entered, "Kaylee?"
The lights were off and there was no reply.
Thank god,
Michael almost said out loud, catching himself. Leigh flicked on the lights, turning to face him. She was radiant. She used to be a hottie in her younger days, but now she was an alluring, crimson haired stunner. He moved towards her.
"Here we are," she said, slipping off her sandals.
"Yes, here we are."
He kissed her, her lips parting, Michael's tongue sliding into her mouth. She replied in kind for a few seconds, then pulled away from him slightly.
"Huh, you're not as shy as I remember," she observed.
"No, I'm not," Michael replied, kissing her again, harder this time, grinding his body into hers.
He wasn't going to waste a lot of time with foreplay. It was hard for him to fathom entirely, but his plan was to fuck Leigh quickly, which would allow him to get back to Kaylee in time to fuck her as well. This was definitely not the Michael that Leigh once knew. He gently unzipped her dress, pulling the top down, revealing her amazing cleavage, her tits confined by a strapless black lace push up bra. Michael stared at them longingly.
"Nice," he commented before lowering his head, kissing the tops of her breasts where they were pushed together by her bra.
"Mmm, yes," Leigh murmured, running her fingers through his hair.
His hands drifted to her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits were now dangling freely in front of him, perhaps a tad more pendulous than when she was younger, but just as appealing. And they were bigger. Not massive by any means, and they were clearly natural, but they were larger than he remembered.
"They grew when I had Kaylee, and amazingly they never got smaller," Leigh said, seemingly reading his mind.
"They're fucking beautiful," he growled, lowering his mouth to them.
"Oh fuck," she moaned softly.
Michael sucked and nibbled on her nipples and areolae, at the same time negotiating a hand under the hem of her dress. He made a beeline for her cunt, rubbing her pussy over the material of her lace panties, then shifting the crotch to the side he placed his middle finger on her clit. She was wet, his digit easily gliding across the surface of her tiny button, pressing firmly as it did so.
"Shit, you're making me so fucking hot," Leigh sighed.
Michael moved his mouth back to hers, their lips melting together again, her tongue swirling around his. She playfully bit his lower lip, and he tugged at hers with his teeth in response, then moved his lips to her neck, kissing his way to her ear, his tongue tasting her, biting down lightly on her lobe.
Sliding his middle and index finger between her sopping labia, he effortlessly inserted them inside her. He was now fingering her, rubbing hard against her g-spot, quickly recalling the exact area he could hit that would get Leigh off. It worked like a charm.
"Oh fuck Michael, I'm cumming."
Her pussy shuddered in response, slick juices coating his hand in a shimmering gloss. As her climax subsided she collapsed into his arms, completely spent for the moment. Tears streamed from her eyes, a huge, exhausted smile on her face.
"Oh man, you always were good at that."
"Well, I was a good listener," he replied, remembering how Leigh would tell him exactly what he was doing right, and wrong.
"Now, let me do you."
"No baby, I want to eat you, and then fuck you," Michael said, pulling her up and lifting her off the ground, carrying her into the bedroom.
"Oh my god, you have changed," she giggled.
Unceremoniously tossing her onto the bed, he pushed the bottom of her dress up, revealing the pair of black lace panties covering her pubic region. Clutching the waist band he peeled them off of her, exposing her sex in all of its glory. A flaming red, triangular bush resided above her clit, tumescent lips below ready to be violated.
Spreading her legs for him, he promptly started kissing along her inner thighs, slowly easing towards her fiery nexus. Upon his arrival he extended his tongue between her slick petals, licking from her perineum to the bottom of her swollen clitoris, then back again, repeating the motion.
"Oh fuck Michael, yes baby, eat my pussy."
At first he focused solely on her vagina: licking and sucking her juicy lips, cramming his tongue between them, fucking her with it; he then transitioned to her pleasingly clean sphincter, the smooth flesh surrounding her puckered hole a delight.
