The next morning I awoke quite late. I checked my watch; shit, I had definitely needed a sleep, it was eleven-thirty. What day was it! I was losing track of the days with this random sex! I realised it was Sunday; no sweat – no meetings missed. I went to the kitchen and turned the percolator on for a coffee – nothing quite like it for blowing the cobwebs away!
There was a ring on the doorbell and my spirits leapt. Jess must be back for some more play-time, I thought. I put my dressing gown on over what comprised my sleepwear; a t-shirt and my boxers and answered the door. I was surprised to see Dawn, my neighbour, standing there with a cup in her hand.
"Could I borrow a cup of coffee?" she asked, "We're totally out."
I was puzzled by this request as we had a 24/7 convenience store on the ground floor of the block but, not wanting to be unneighbourly, I invited her in while taking the cup from her to fill it. She followed me into the kitchen.
"That smell's good," she said, referring to the aroma coming from the percolator, "What coffee do you use?"
I held the bag out for her to inspect.
"German!" she exclaimed, "how unusual."
I turned to face her. "Would you like to try a cup before taking it home?" I enquired, "It's not everybody's cup of tea. Or coffee for that matter!"
"Yeah, that would be nice," she said, "Dan's taken Shannon to the pictures and then they're off to a burger bar; so I'm in no rush to get back." While saying this, I couldn't help but notice that she was eyeing up my apparel as if trying to see through it with some x-ray vision.
"Okay," I responded, "take a seat and I'll have a cup for you in a jiffy."
I was processing the information provided in my mind. Shannon was Dan and Dawn's ten-year-old daughter and Dawn had made a point of informing me that they were both out of the way for the foreseeable future. On top of this she had been undressing me with her eyes.
I poured us both a coffee. "How do you take it?" I enquired.
"Touch of milk and one sugar," she answered.
I placed her cup in front of her, taking the opportunity to study her better. I already knew she was in her mid-thirties. She was a blonde with hair just past her shoulders; quite attractive and her figure was still in pretty good shape. She was wearing an orange sleeveless top with buttons down the front, the top three of which were open allowing a slight glimpse of cleavage. Her legs were covered by a mid-length denim skirt.
I sat opposite her, watching as she took a first sip of her coffee. She looked up at me, swallowed and said, "Surprisingly good. I didn't even know the German's produced coffee."
I smiled. "Yes, it was a surprise to me when I first discovered it," I said, "but after the first cup I was sold."
She looked down into her cup as she started talking again.
"Actually," she began, "it was Dan who asked me to come here today." She glanced briefly at me before lowering her gaze again. "He asked me to ask you to tell your lady friends to keep the noise down. He lays there at night with the pillow over his head, trying to get to sleep. The walls are quite thin you know."
"I'm sorry," I stated, "I know they have been quite vocal, but they seem to get carried away. I hope I haven't been disturbing you too much."
She looked me in the eyes before saying, "I lie there fingering myself wondering what the hell it is you're doing to them for them to get that loud. Our sex-life since we had Shannon comprises of a quick shag on a Saturday night if Dan hasn't drunk too much while watching the football, and it's always the same damn missionary position. I wanna try something different!"
I took another gulp of my coffee and looked across the table at her. Her gaze had returned to her coffee after this revelation; she appeared to be nervously waiting for my response.
I pushed my chair back and rose to my feet, walking around the table until I was standing behind her. Gently I touched the back of her neck and stroked it lightly before moving my hands to her shoulders, massaging them gently. She let out a low moan as if she hadn't been touched this way in years. My massage became firmer and her breathing became deeper; her eyes were closed, and she was savouring the feeling of my hands at work on her back.
"Would you like to come through to the bedroom?" I asked.
She rose to her feet and followed me; our coffees left steaming on the table.
"Sorry," I said, "I haven't got round to making the bed; wasn't expecting a visitor."
She looked at me with her pale blue eyes; I could tell she was still very nervous about what we were about to do.
"It doesn't matter," she said, "can you please make me feel the way you did those two girls last night?"
I walked towards her and slowly undid the remaining buttons on her top, removing it from her. As I did this I kissed her on the lips, she responded passionately and my tongue forced its way between her lips in an instant. I simulated my cock with it, pushing it in and pulling it back in a regular motion. Her hands were clasped around my back pulling me into her. God, this woman needed to be made to feel like she was still sexy and wanted!
I broke from our kiss so that I could remove her bra; her breasts were beautiful. Medium sized with slightly darker areola surrounding her pert nipples. I bent down and sucked lovingly on one, then the other causing a further moan to escape her lips. Her nipples grew to my touch and I continued to tease them with my tongue as my hands explored her skirt for fastenings. There was just a zip at the back and I soon had that down and her skirt was dropping to the floor. Looking down, I saw that she was knickerless.
She saw the look of surprise on my face and said, "I was hoping I'd get lucky."
I immediately dropped to my knees to kiss her mound, my tongue acting like a flannel, washing her labia, before pulling the lips apart and inserting my tongue. She gasped and held my head gently in her hands, just caressing my cheeks as my tongue explored her inner folds. Her reactions were telling me that she was loving the attention I was giving her, and I knew I had to take this slowly and let her enjoy every last moment. My hands held her bottom gently, my fingers brushing lightly over the smooth peachy skin, while my tongue continued its slow exploration of her love tunnel. Her juices were flowing and I was savouring the taste of her; it was a fresh, dewy taste which made me think, briefly, of my ex's virgin pussy the first time I had licked it. Dawn's breathing was getting shorter and sharper, her breaths almost gasps as her excitement was peaking and I realised that she was nearing an orgasm. I found her clit with the thumb of one hand and started to massage it slowly, in time with the thrusts of my tongue inside her. Her grip on my head was now much firmer and, if I didn't know better, I might have thought she was trying to crush it between her hands. She let out a very soft moan as she came over my face, her juices coating me as years of pent up frustration were released in one sudden burst.
Looking down at what had happened, she looked shocked.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. How embarrassing," she said.
"That was fantastic," I said, "no need for apologies. You taste divine and I love a woman's juices gushing over my face, or any other part of me for that matter."
I rose to my feet and took off my dressing gown, pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my boxers. Her eyes dropped to my groin, where Bob Junior was standing to attention.
"Can I?" she asked tentatively as her hand reached towards me.
