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.
Intuitively, I knew that she was wondering how my large cock was going to fit into her, and I knew that it was going to be a very tight fit too. The tighter the better for me and for her too.
After some fondling and kissing, I got her on her back, and I knelt between her spread thighs, my cock hard and ready.
In the darkness, her eyes were glued to my manhood. She had a lustful look on her face. And a smile. She was looking forward to our mating.
I whispered, "Put me inside you."
With a grin, she reached down and pulled my dick to her damp lower lips, and she ran it up and down her slit until she guided me inside.
"Go slowly," was her only instruction and I did as she asked.
For being in her mid-forties, this lady was tight as a virgin.
I took my time, allowing her fallow cunt to adapt to my stiff love muscle, so I slowly humped my way forward.
When I was about halfway buried inside of her, I leaned forward and kissed her. Dina groaned at the dual sources of pleasure and then lifted her legs up and crossed them over my lower back, opening her now wet lips just a bit more and allowing me to drive deeper.
Our eyes locked and she smiled at me, sharing with me that, "I love your cock, your big cock. Now, fuck me, Rick. Pound me and make sure that you give me every drop."
We kissed again, sealing the deal as I started the primitive rhythm of sex, in and out, bringing us mutual pleasure with every stroke.
She matched every thrust I made with a push of her own. It felt amazing! She'd push on to my pole, getting me in as deep as I could go, then she'd grip me with her Kegels, then slowly pull back, maximizing my pleasure with her tightness.
I used her and she used me. She got it like she wanted it, hard and deep. I allowed myself to stay in one position for just a minute or two before I moved her around so she could get it, get me, from another angle.
It didn't take long before she started coming and I didn't stop fucking.
Hard, fast, deep, slow, shallow, Dina was soon wet as the melting snowpack up the interstate.
She was tight, hot and wet and it was hard for me to keep from exploding. But somehow, I managed to hold off until she had her fill.
Dina got a complete pounding from me that January night. The only place that was off limits was her ass. But I rubbed it, kissed it and spanked it anyway. She loved it.
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I do want to mention that when Dina asked me to let her know if I thought her breasts were too large, I almost started laughing.
What guy is going to say that a woman's tits are too big?
But I was sensitive to the fact that she had stepped out of her comfort zone by hitting on me and was nervous as to how I would react to her being naked for the first time with me.
I was the first man that she had been with since her husband had passed. I needed to keep that in mind.
Having sex with me, someone she had met only hours before, was the ultimate sign of trust.
After we finished one of our nude wrestling match rounds (defined as me depositing a nice load into her twat) that night, I shared with her that I thought her breasts were the finest I had ever seen and had the opportunity to touch, kiss, and lick. And that they looked perfect on her body. Perfect for her frame.
She seemed relieved to hear praise, and I followed that up with an invitation to come with me to Haulover Beach in Miami. I told her I wanted her naked on the beach, just as she was.
With a grin, Dina said she'd think about it. I knew she'd do it.