This is part 61 of my continuing story.
I recommend reading
Pt. 58 - She Got Fired
and
Pt. 59 - Pamela Gets Pounded!
plus
Pt. 60 - I Just Keep Meeting Ladies
before you get started on this chapter.
All my characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.
Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.
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My weekend starts
I was awake at five am, Friday morning, having spent the night with Dina in her hotel room after the 'plaintiff's dinner' at Ruth Chris.
Quickly and quietly, yawning, I dressed in my workout clothes and left the room without waking her. Dina had asked me to let her sleep in until 7am, so I left a message at the front desk for a wake-up call, and I was going to call her too just after I finished my workout at the gym near my home.
I didn't want this nice lady to think I was a "hit and run" kind of guy. I made a mental note to send her flowers to her home.
Thinking about it, I quickly texted Janice Chin, the attorney that was going to represent the women being harassed and suggested that each of the plaintiffs get flowers or plants, that morning at the television station.
It would be a thoughtful gift. And appreciated.
Behind the wheel and driving to the gym, I thought about what had transpired the night before.
After giving Dina some mind-blowing oral sex, I snuggled up behind her with my large and hungry cock between her taut cheeks and I held her until she calmed down.
"Was it good for you?" I teased her as she laid on her side in the fetal position. She was trying to get back to a somewhat normal physical state.
"Where... where... did you learn to do that?" she whispered to me. "I've never come that hard in my life!"
I was hard as a rock, and she surely felt my cock in her butt crack as my hands held her. I answered with a teasing, "Ready to go again?"
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She'd kept her black bra on while I ate her out. Dina played with her hard nipples through the cloth as the bra struggled to contain what I thought were 34 D breasts. I was wrong, they were 34DD.
Of course, I wanted to see her completely naked, but I knew something was up, otherwise why keep the bra on?
I didn't say anything. Holding her softly like a lover, I let time work for me. Our breathing quickly got in sync.
In a minute or so, Dina said, in a soft voice, "I decided to get my breasts enhanced last year. Mostly to make myself feel better. I wasn't happy about the result, they seemed too big, and the only man who has seen them so far is my doctor."
I took a breath, taking this in, and replied, "But you came here to have sex with me, knowing that I wanted to see, touch, kiss, lick and taste your breasts."
She didn't reply, so I continued, "I am sure that your breasts are magnificent, and I'd like to see them, please, Dina."
"Will you let me know if you think that they're too big?"
"Of course I will."
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This short conversation confirmed to me that women can be sensitive about just about anything. The older the lady, perhaps, the greater the need to move slowly. To raise their comfort level. To give confidence. Assurance.
With her tacit permission, I gently unhooked her bra, it was a front loader, I took each large orb into my hands and gave them both a nice, gentle massage, which elicited soft groans from Dina!
At first, I avoided her nipples. Yes, I occasionally accidentally touched them, incidental contact so to speak, but I was moving slowly and deliberately.
She whispered to me that I was the first man to fondle her, and that she loved it! Her nipples quickly rose to the occasion, and she was soon begging me, pleading with me, to touch her nipples.
I soon enjoyed my hands, lips, tongue and teeth on those hard nubs. While I teased and tasted her hard buds, my hands continued to explore the rest of her body.
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Dina had a very fine body. I was surprised at what this mid-forty's lady was sharing with me.
For starters, her skin was soft, but her body was fit. It was obvious she worked out regularly. She shared with me during one of our post fuck moments that she loved to swim, worked out with light weights and was a regular at the local yoga studio.
She purred as my hands ranged all over her body, from her toes to her neck. When I thought she was tired of my hands, I put my mouth, lips and tongue to use. There was nowhere on her body that I didn't explore, and she giggled and laughed when I sucked on her toes, licked the crevices between her thighs and pussy, kissed her flat belly, circled her belly button and ran my tongue all over her armpits.
Her pussy was the color of gold. This was a new one for me. She had a full bush, trimmed on the edges yet it was a thick pelt. Yes, I had to work through the hair to reach her meaty lips, but it was a fun adventure because it had been far too long since a man had made his journey to her promised land.
She loved me for it. Dina had a long-neglected pussy, and she wanted me to spend a lot of time 'down there' and I did.
Using my tongue, lips, teeth and fingers, she was in heaven, and I loved pleasuring her.
The foreplay was long, and I did that on purpose. Of course I wanted to be inside of her, but I wanted to make sure that she wanted it, that she wanted my dick.
She'd felt how large and hard I was after I brought her to a series of orgasms with my mouth and hands.