This is the second part of "Heather's Adventure". The first part described how Mike succumbed to his basic urges and made love to his 21-year-old housekeeper following the death of his wife. This is part of a diary kept over 10+ years, if you haven't read the previous parts, I would encourage you to start with the first part and read them in order.
Chapter 4 Our Little Games (1997)
Heather and I have been lovers for over a year now (give or take a few months apart due to work commitments) and the depth of our feelings for each other grows day by day. Ever since that first time when she came to my bed with such caring and comfort, I have become totally besotted with her. I look forward to my trips abroad knowing full well I've now got something to come home too.
Even though she is my 'little girl', I have yet to understand fully why she prefers my company to that of younger men, I often suggest to her that she should party with friends her own age, but Heather always claims that she wants as much time with me as possible, since she can always go out with her friends whilst I'm away.
However, I am not one to refuse a precious gift such as this; so, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy.
I awake most mornings with a major 'hard-on' and it was not usual for me turn over and start kissing Heather's face or neck until she rolls into my arms for that good morning fuck.
Sometimes if 'spooning,' my cock would slowly force a passage between Heather's legs and enter her pussy, she would then move towards me and slowly start to move, I then slide my hand down her body, my middle finger seeking out her pussy before slipping my fingers in between her lips before circling and pinching her clit. Heather would whimper breathlessly as I buried my face in her neck, licking and kissing her earlobe.
Problems only occurred if I awoke too soon then the expression "You Bastard! Fucking Bastard!" would quiet often emulate from those sweet lips.
One night we had been out to dinner celebrating my birthday and danced until late, then made love for sometime before falling asleep. In the morning, I was totally knackered and wanted nothing more than to sleep until at least noon. It must be remembered that Heather is about 22 and I am 51. I just don't have the stamina to keep up with all of Heather's party needs.
Once again, I'm meandering so I must bring myself back to that morning. I was dead to the world, lying on my stomach and in that dreamy state reliving the night before. The dream took a more surreal direction when I felt warm brushstrokes caressing my back, thinking no more of it I continued with my dream.
Slightly aroused sleep-wise, I felt the sheet covering my body slide down until I was fully exposed, arse naked for I always slept as nature intended with my usual 'morning glory' trapped beneath my body. I was fully awoken when Heather ran her cool yet soft tiny hands over my arse, then reach between my thighs and pressed lightly on my balls. I tried to roll over and take Heather into my arms so that we could share the moment but, when she pressed down on my shoulders, I knew that she wanted to take control of the action this time. This was something new and special since she had always allowed me to be the 'master' in our sex games and lovemaking.
Having no energy to fight I willing gave in; I collapsed back down on my front, re-adjusted my 'woody' and allowed her to have her way with me. With very little resistance, she pulled both arms above my head to rest on the headboard of our bed. Anticipating Heather's next action I gripped the pole with both hands, she reached for the ties that we occasionally use in our mild bondage play and lightly secured my hands. Since the angle of stretch was uncomfortable I edged my body closer to the headboard, in doing this I had to ask Heather to readjust my cock until it was more comfortable, I then settled down to see what Heather had in mind for her 'Daddy' this morning.
Heather straddled my arse, resting her naked pussy on my buttocks as she reached down to massage my neck and shoulders with her soft yet amazingly strong hands. Heather is an active horse rider and helps out occasionally at the local stables, so she has developed a deceptive strength for such a small body. It never ceases to amaze me when she scissor grips my waist with her slim legs whilst we are making love; it feels as if I was in the jaws of a vice, it's so tight. I love it! Once again I felt those warm brushstrokes caressing my back it was just as if I was been given a blanket bath.
As Heather gently massaged the tiredness from my body, for she knows how stiff I am most mornings, I felt her shaven pussy sliding gently along my arse cheeks. She is already highly aroused since I could feel both heat and moisture as vaginal fluid leaked copiously from her delectable orifice.
As I groaned with a growing level of both relaxation and arousal, Heather echoed my sounds with some of her own. As her hands moved between my shoulders and my back, she slid off my arse and straddled my left thigh. Now, she could really get into the required movements as she stoked my back and rode my leg leaving a glistening trail of vaginal fluid wherever she had been.
Her soft insistent hands had now reached my arse and she kneaded first one cheek and then the other. By now, my cock was straining against the sheets and I was oozing copious amounts of precum. As Heather was sliding more urgently along my lower leg, I felt the rush of her first orgasm as she cried out softly and flooded my calf.
By now you must have realised that Heather has a fetish about my body hair and one way for she to reach orgasm is to masturbate against my leg, when I asked Heather about this, it's the 'twang' of the hairs as they rubbed over her clit which cause the arousal.
"Please let me turn over," I begged. "I need some relief too."
"OK, Daddy! I'll untie you but you must promise to hold the poles as if you were still my prisoner."