Sharon's Coming

I met a very friendly, vibrant couple. Danny had just turned fifty and Sharon claimed to be forty-five. She looked way under forty to me. With the right attire, I swear I could see her getting carded for alcohol. Yeah. The gal was a real time bandit.

I presumed they were married.

They left, then came back to my new place with a bottle of vintage merlot and a basket of assorted fruits and nuts.

Sharon's easy going, cowgirly casual demeanor quickly caught my eye. She was a curvy, taller than average, nearly past a spectacular ass-length cinnamon brunette with big, long lashed eyes of cerulian and the most magnetic, million dollar smile.

After all I'd been through, I actually could not believe I was already falling in love with this woman.

The way Danny, an impressive looking, dark eyed cowhand hovered over her all the time disheartened me, giving me the impression that he was definitely her husband.

At around half past ten O' clock, Danny gave Sharon a disturbingly lingering kiss. On the lips. Then checked out for the night. A before five A.M. wake up time apparently was typical. My heart sank.

No sooner than Danny was out the door, Sharon was eager to ask, "Say Bret, my hunkylicious new friend. Yes, I did say that."

"And I heard what you said, sexy new friendly friend. You can guess my thoughts about you.

'Sharry, sweet foxy Sharry, the gal guys would love to fuck but can't get 'er to marry.' "

"Not this Tomgal." Sharon cried. "She'll fuck and marry whomever, whenever she wants. She's just picky.

My mother used to call me Sharry too when I was a girl. But that nasty little rhyme wasn't too bad Bret. Bettin' it was yours, written on the spot."

"You know it's true. Talking all horny like that's precisely why I can't help having all these crazy thoughts about you."

"Thought so. Dirty sexy guy. I'm havin' the very same thoughts about you.

Mind if I kick off my boots? My poor feet are killing me," Sharon whined.

"My dogs are a barkin'."

"Not at all. If you're interested in an expert foot or whole body massage, I come highly recommended. This chef is no one trick pony."

"Oh fuck yes I am. Both of them. Umgh. A whole freakin' body massage. Would you please? I think we both pretty much know where this is going Bret. Before tonight's over we'll probably both be totally naked in the sack.

I'm already half way there. Doesn't seem fair to me. But I am loving this awkward teasing game. You make it so much fun."

"It sure is. Honestly, I've had this raging boner ever since our little game began. No shit. But I am loving the tease."

Sharon quipped, "Yep. Now lose the shirt, shoes and take your belt off too. Then we'll be even."

Snarkily, I growled, "Now we're talkin'. I'll strip down to just my boxers. Nothing else but skin. I'll spot you one by letting you borrow my robe, but you'll have to go commando underneath."

"Who says I'm not now? Exactly. Back to my feet.

God I wish I had myself a man like you around sooner. Danny's rough, calloused fingers are worse than forty grit sandpaper. But he's the best father-like big brother a lil' sis' could ever ask for. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without him."

My heart raced. Beneath Sharon's plain Jane personage, I was beginning to find out there was a hell of a lot of what I suspected is a wanna' be freaky sex animal in bed; a foxy vixen in disguise. The woman had me sprung. Badly.

"I'm taking off your socks to rub in a little warming oil. My my these are some mighty sexy legs. Very nice."

"You can try, but you can't make me blush. Thanks Bret. From you, I don't mind. I get enough obnoxious cat calls as it is."

"I'm just sayin'. So, my lovely princess hotness. The way Danny looks at you. The lingering kiss. You two had me convinced that you're married."

"Not even." Sharon laughed, "I'll even prove it." unclasping her bra. She then unbuttoned her blouse, pulled off the no frills undergarment, tossing both of them square in my face. I sucked on the fragrant bra.

"That was hella' hot, Bret. You like?"

"Yup. I do love your rock star tits."

"Uh-huh. I like 'em too. That was an old bra I was fixin' to throw away anyway. Looks pretty good on you. Mrs. Doubtfire."

She started mashing her firm, eye popping breasts from underneath in a hypnotic, circular motion. I gawked at her feminine perfection.

"Sorry, Bret. The last thing I meant was to throw you off. This was all my idea. When I heard you were a chef, and that you're also unmarried, added to the undeniable fact that you're a deadly handsome man, I figured, what's there to lose? I had to at least give myself a shot at this guy."

"Silly gal, you. Glad ya' took that shot. I'm definitely game."

I had her lie on her stomach. My fingers and knuckles kneaded into each and every intimate muscle of her flawless, evenly bronzed body. She had to feel my cock nestled between the crack of her major league ass.

"Sharon, every inch of your body is succulent. I love the teensy smattering of freckles on your torso and shoulders. It's like, your stunning, yet simple, effervescent beauty is well--refreshingly authentic. Girl, this incredible evening is the best one I've had in my life."

"Touche', Mr. best hands down best thing to ever enter into my not wanting to be unmarried life.

Thanks, Bret. You are really good. That felt so, so truly nice. Ugh. Oh yes. I could easily fall into a trance right now. Magic fingers and body whisperer too? Someone ought to get paid big money for service like this."

As she turned over, I laid down beside her. My pulse raced. The stiffie Sharon gave me ached.

"Kiss me Bret. Give me what I felt when you were straddling my ass. I want it in me."

She quickly jumped all over me, then tenderly, our tongues engaged. From all of the teasing and pent up desire bursting out like dynamite, our passions ignited into a flurry of bodily exploration. Tongues furiously dancing, we relished each and every mole, freckle and blemish as if it were a new and exciting discovery.

Sharon coyly winked an eye, guiding my hand. She firmly pressed it up against her silky soft and hot pubic mound. I imagined her concise muff being full of my freshly deposited come.

"My body is beyond hot for you Bret."

Eyes locked, Sharon stood up two feet in front of me, dropped the final reveal to the floor, then sat back down. No more knee-high silk men's robe, just my irresistible, open legged lover, smiling with two fingers holding spread her shiny inner labia. And myself with a four hour hard, pre-come leaking cock ready to auto-orgasm at any second.

Cradling her voluptuous buttocks in my hands, I raised her pretty pussy to my face, then flicker swirled swiftly her tongue carried juice all over and around her come smothered clit.

First one leg jerked, then both of them clamped around my head. With Sharon's hands behind my neck, face forcing me to her cunt, she wildly buck writhed up and down, curse screaming at the top of her voice.

"Keep tongue fucking my come bank fucking hard!"

She finally settled down,

"Whew-wowee! My God, yes. It's been way too long. I really, really needed that. See how wet you got me?"

"I love it! You're really gonna' come now!"

My tongue aggressively flick-suckled between her now soaked puss and proudly peeking bead.

"Uh-huh. Now you're doing it. Yes! Oh God! Oh, my God! I feel it. So good. I'm coming! I'm mother fucking coming!...Oh no. Oh God, whoa! It's happening already again! Yes it feels so damned goood! Ooh, yeah baby yeah! Keep tongue fucking my lonely puss so righteously good!"

One handedly, Sharon gripped the sheets while the other one's short, sharp fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my shoulders and neck. Wildly bucking her hips hard into my face, she writhed with reckless glee, holding it fast to her pussy. Slowly, Sharon mellowed, happily content. Temporarily satisfied.

I wanted to eat, lick, and deep tongue her picture perfect slot's come factory for breakfast, lunch, brunch, supper, dinner and double midnight snack.

"Whow, the fuckin' wee! How the hell do you do that? Two, maybe three unreal orgasms? Whatever. Master tongue fucker. I wonder what other talents you have.

The first time I saw the magnificence of your heavy duty cock, I was totally mezmorized. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Its intimidating girth. Its impressive length. It taunted me. I just had to have it."

Snickering to myself, I suckled each pebbled, small dark nipple, then nibbled her ear, whispering, "Don't be afraid. You were the amazing one, Sharon. Get on top of me. Take control. Take all of me. At your own pace."

"Oh boy. I trust you."

Sharon lowered her nubile self over my fully erect, veiney lumber, slowly easing its smooth, straight shaft almost half depth in, then suddenly she stopped.

"Nope. Uh-uh. Thought I could fit it. I so wanted to. Please, help me Bret."

I wiped a sweaty tendril, gazing into her dreamy aqua blue eyes. "I know you can fit me. I'm gonna' gently jam pack your pretty little puss full with every thick inch of my ram rod. Good, deep and hard. Then slow and easy. We'll do it all the way, together. Hold on darlin'. We're gonna' make squishy, sloppy love together!"

"Oh, God do I want that hunk of man meat in me. Stretch my lonely box, Bret! Drench my needy cunt. Tsunami my fucking twat!"

I put her hand that perfectly fit around my hefty dick's base, then slowly, steadily thrust my long, heavy pole in deep, resting it there a moment to savor the snugly fitting, rapturous pleasure; deep inside Sharon's immaculate body.

Then I made love. Long, sweet love. Yes to, and with her. 'Til mornin's light, in bed we laid. Together making love we stayed. Again, 'til night. The feeling's much more than alright. So very tight, Sharon came time and time again with me. Sweetly.

After a day and a half, barely getting out of bed but to eat and stay hydrated, we were exhausted, needing some real sleep. Sharon rocked my world upside down and over again. I did my better than best for her.

I heard her muffled cry.

"You okay sweetie?"

Sharon shed a tear, followed by another. While nodding her head up and down in my chest, sniffling softly, I could tell. She'd never been taken to a sweeter, higher pleasure plateau. Nor felt the rush of a first time, crushing climax. Much less two of them.

"It's true. So true. There was me. You in me, taking me there. All the way there. That was more than beautiful, Bret. Amazing. Thank you. Thank you so much. When you came, releasing all your hot seed, flooding my helpless body, I cried. Tears of joy, coming with you. Over and over again. You could have easily hurt me. And I would have let you. But instead, you restored my faith. That men like you are real. Hold me Bret, at least for tonight."

"Shh. I need you to stay. Not just tonight, but in my arms, in this home. Every day. Every night."