Hummingbird Rose Ch 04

"You look incredible," Patrick says.

It's Wednesday afternoon. They're at Olive's Cafe. They hug and share a quick kiss.

"Sorry, I'm late again," Rose says. "I'm perpetually five minutes behind schedule lately."

"That's okay." Patrick smiles and Rose melts inside.

Rose hasn't seen him in over a week, not since their airplane date. It surprises her how glad she is to see him. She feels a warmth in her chest which catches her off guard. She pushes it aside.

No warm fuzzies. Fun only.

"I love your sweater," he says.

Rose is going for a balance of conservative and ostentatious in the same outfit. The white blouse under her sweater and dark blue jeans are understated. But the hot pink of her sweater and matching granny glasses are flashier elements.

It all shows off her plentiful big girl dimensions—her tits, especially—which is what counts. Patrick can't seem to take his eyes off her.

"Thank you," Rose says. "You're looking pretty good yourself."

Rose isn't lying. Patrick has a knack for dressing casual but sexy. He's pulled it off again with his dark blue v-neck sweater and jeans.

They fall into easy conversation. Patrick tells Rose about his newest student.

"A seventy year old woman," he says. "Determined to get her pilot's license. She's wanted it all her life, but her husband forbade it."

Rose eyebrow goes up. "

Forbade

it?"

"He died last week," Patrick says. "She gets home from the funeral and the first thing she does is call about lessons. Married fifty years and, talking to her, it's like she's been waiting all that time for this."

"That's so sad," Rose says.

"Better late than never, I suppose. She went to the AME yesterday and—"

"AME?" Rose asks.

"Aviation Medical Examiner. The state requires a medical exam to obtain your student pilot certificate. She passed and her first lesson is this afternoon."

"So I'll need to go to this AME?"

"I take it you're still interested?"

"More than ever."

Patrick smiles. "Then we'll turn you into a pilot."

"That's what I want."

"Good."

They order and talk more, Greek salad for Rose and a grilled veggie panini for Patrick. She tells him about her week and the food arrives.

Patrick mentions the lawyers Rose met at the airport last weekend asked how she was doing.

"The Legal Eagles?" she says.

"Is that what you're calling them?"

"They're lawyers who fly, so, yeah."

"You made quite the impression on them," Patrick says.

"I tend to do that," Rose says.

Patrick grins. "Yeah, I've noticed. You tend to make a splash wherever you go, don't you?"

"Would you have it any other way?" Rose says.

"No." Patrick eats a french fry. "I'm glad we were able to get lunch. It'd be a long couple of weeks without seeing you. I'm enjoying getting to know you."

"And I you," Rose says.

"Too bad we can't get together this weekend."

"Gina's weekend. That's how it is." She goes to spear a piece of salad and pauses. "You know something?"

"What?"

Rose raises an eyebrow. "Gina's at school."

Patrick tries to hide the grin on his face. "Is she?"

Rose leans forward. "And my place's right around the corner."

"True."

"I don't have another exam for an hour and a half. I

was

going to catch up on paperwork, but perhaps it can wait."

"You

are

the boss," he says.

"What am I going to do?" Rose says. "Fire myself?"

"Exactly."

Rose smiles slyly. "And yourself? When's the merry widow's flying lesson?"

Patrick looks into her eyes. "Not for two hours."

"So, you're free."

"For you, I am."

Damn straight you are

. "That's what I thought you'd say. Eat quick."

***

They're all over each the moment they step inside.

Rose drops her purse and keys by the door, kicking it shut with her heel. She takes the lead, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards her. Their mouths meet, a riot of lips and tongues.

She hadn't expected this today. It didn't occur to her until they were at Olive's, until seconds before she suggested.

She hasn't shaved her legs in days. Her pussy, either. It's covered in short, bristly hair. Will he mind?

No, he won't. He'll fucking love it.

Rose pushes him back, against her front door. They kiss, tongues and lips all over each other. Patrick squeezes her breasts, feeling them through her sweater.

"Goddamn, your body," he whispers. "It's so amazing."

"Tell me," she moans. "I want to hear it."

"Every inch of you is like a drug," he says.

He's getting better at this

. "Go on."

He kisses her neck. "Your body's got it all. Big titties, fat ass. Thick thighs and plump shoulders and arms. Delicious fat belly, too. Just the right amount of big girl belly, too."

"I'm what you adore," she moans. "What you desire. What you adore."

"You are. And then some."

He kisses her neck and she lifts her face up towards the ceiling.

"Holy shit," she says. "I can't take any more. Let's go up to my room. Hurry."

Rose grabs his hand and pulls him along. Through the living room. Up the stairs. Laughing as they head down the hall to her bedroom.

They kiss again, kissing without trepidation or restraint. The kissing of people who know each other's bodies well. Tongues galore. Exploring, attacking, getting each other excited.

"Let's get rid of these clothes," Rose says.

It starts with Patrick's sweater. Rose has it off him and on the floor in seconds. She peels his undershirt over his head, kissing him roughly. His muscular body presses against her soft curves, her soft belly mashed against his flat stomach.

Off goes her sweater over her head, her blouse unbuttoned hurriedly and discarded along with her jeans.

An expert twist of her bra and her tits are liberated from their confinement. He lets it fall to the floor and they kiss again, his hands on her ass pushing her panties down.

Rose kicks off her shoes and wiggles the rest of the way out of her panties. They grab each other again, kissing hard and savoring one another's bodies.

Rose unbuttons the front of his jeans and unzips them. She drops to her knees, pushing his jeans down to his thighs. His boxers go next, his cock springing free. His delightful cock, already half hard for her.

She takes him into her mouth, his entire head and the upper inches of his shaft. His cock swells to full hardness.

It never fails.

Rose sucks him with abandon, wasting no time. If the theme of the day is an afternoon quickie, then let there be no delay.

Her mouth works his cock and he thrusts back in time to her sucking. She cups his balls, massaging them.

She can end it right here. Suck him off and let him cum in her mouth. She'd like to, but she's too horny. She wants his cock in her. Nothing else will do.

She gives him a few more sucks and lifts her head. She jerks his wet cock and looks up. "Get out of these jeans, boy. Then fuck me."

Rose stands. Patrick strips the rest of the way. Rose steps towards him, jerking his cock and kissing him again. "Get on the bed. On your back."

"Yes, ma'am."

Rose smiles. "Are we playing that game today?"

"If you want."

Rose's dark eyebrows clench together. "Then get your ass on that bed. On your back, boy."

Patrick slides onto Rose's bed, jerking his cock. She climbs atop him, ready to ride him. Like the last time, her huge breasts bouncing in his face as he clutches her fat ass and thrusts up into her.

She pauses. There's a variation on that theme she hasn't experienced in a while. But first, she needs her pussy warmed up.

"I'm going to sit on your face," she says. "Lick your hand first. Keep your cock nice and wet. I want you to jerk off while you lick my pussy. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Rose gets into position, swinging her leg over him so that she faces his cock. "I want to jerk off while you lick me. Understood?"

"It is."

"It is,

what

?"

"It is, ma'am."

"And don't you forget it."

Rose lowers her big ass onto his face. He places a hand on each fat ass cheek, slapping them playfully.

"You like that big, fat ass," she says. "Don't you?"

"I do, ma'am," he says. "So much. So fucking much."

Rose lowers herself closer to his face. Her nether regions loom over him, wet pussy and tight asshole, huge ass cheeks on either side. She hasn't showered since last night. Is she still fresh and clean? Or is her pussy on the musty side?

Yeah, he's happy either way.

Patrick gives her pussy a long lick. Starting from just above her asshole and going all the way to the top edge of her vagina.

He gives Rose a second lick, the same as the first. She gasps, inhaling. The pleasure is immediate, coursing over her thighs.

"Omigod," Rose moans. "Keeping licking me. Don't you dare fucking stop."

Rose takes his cock in her hand, stroking it. It's still wet from her sucking but has started to get dry. Mustn't allow that.

Rose licks her hand and jerks him off. It's an unusual angle for a handjob but it works. She licks her hand again, getting his cock even wetter.

Patrick licks her throughout. Enthusiastic, happy licking. Getting her pussy warmed up and ready to fuck.

Rose licks her other hand and jerks him off with both, pumping his cock in a steady motion. All as his tongue gets her worked up.

God, this is so fucking fun.

Rose licks her hands again and resumes jerking his dick. Patrick moans, slapping her ass and licking her pussy. Lapping away with vigor.

"Holy shit," Rose moans.

Rose presses down on his face. He responds, clutching her big ass cheeks. Thrusting his crotch upwards as she jerks him off. Will they both cum this way if they keep at it? It doesn't matter. Rose wants more.

"I've got to have that cock in me," she moans.

Rose crawls down to his crotch, still facing away from him. She takes hold of his cock, guiding it into place. She pushes down and it slides inside. An inch at first, meeting little resistance. She pushes down further, taking the entirety of his cock inside her. They sigh in unison.

"Fuck yeah," she moans. "That's what I'm fucking talking about. Damn."

Rose bounces up and down on his cock. It's easy to get leverage in this position and she's able to push his cock deep into her. As deep as it goes.

That's the spot.

Patrick's hands grab her ass cheeks, squeezing and smacking them as she bounces up and down.

That's right, enjoy that big ass.

Rose rides him faster, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Pinching a nipple with her free hand as Patrick's cock drives into her.

Damn, this is so good. So good.

She pushes down with all her weight each time. Savoring Patrick's thrusts, in complete control as she bears down upon him. With all of her weight.

Patrick is, what, maybe a hundred and seventy pounds? She's got a good fifty or sixty pounds on him. And he loves feeling all that on him, doesn't he? Pushing down on him, overwhelming and enveloping him.

Fuck, yeah. He loves it. All of me.

Her orgasm approaches. She rubs her clit as fast as she can, the familiar sensation awakening. It is still far off, deep within her. A distant rumble, a storm in the horizon. Growing, speeding up. Ready to sweep everything aside in its path. Unstoppable.

"Fuck, yeah," she moans.

More bouncing, more Patrick thrusting up into her. Rose inching closer to relief. Until she's rubbing her clit furiously on the edge of exploding.

And then she is there. Joy and relief at once.

Rose gasps. She is floating on air, pleasure flowing through her, a burning sensation wrapping her in its warmth.

She bounces on Patrick's cock the entire time, riding the wave of bliss. Until it recedes, as it must.

Holy fucking shit that was a good one.

Rose continues bouncing, Patrick thrusting up against her. "Will you cum like this, babe?"

"I'm not sure," he says.

In other words, no

. "Don't worry, babe. Rose will take care of you. How'd you like my mouth instead?"

"I would," he says.

Of course you would.

Rose lifts herself off his cock, turning around. She lays on her stomach, her face above his cock. She licks the tip, looking at him. He smiles.

Rose takes him into her mouth and sucks him. She goes slow at first, but not for long. She speeds up, sucking him hard. She jerks off his shaft with one hand and massages his balls with the other.

Patrick sighs, breathing hard. He's in her power, completely at her mercy.

As it fucking should be.

"That feels so good," Patrick moans. "So fucking good."

If they had more time, she'd prolong it. Suck him to the edge of orgasm. Then, when she sees the signs of him drawing close, back off. Slow down. Prolong his agony. Begin again, then back off. Again and again, perhaps for the better part of an hour. Until he explodes in her mouth.

Alas, it's not to be. There are appointments to keep, after all.

Rose sucks him hard and he moans louder. He's close, isn't he? She keeps at it, her mouth moving up and down on his cock. Over and over until he can't hold back any more

.

"I'm so close," he moans. "Holy shit."

Patrick lets out a long gasp, thrusting upwards. She holds it there, his cock pulsing inside her mouth. Strong pulses in rapid succession. Pumping warm cum into her mouth.

Success!

She holds it in place until she's sucked every last drop of his cum out of his dick. Swallowing it all.

She lifts her head. Their eyes meet and they smile. Rose kisses the tip of his cock and crawls alongside him. He puts his arm around her shoulders.

"That was delightful," Rose says.

"It was fantastic," Patrick says. "Thank you so much. Goddamn."

***

They kiss, relaxed and tender. The afternoon light in Rose's room is cool and shady. Perfect for napping. Yes. A short nap would be delightful.

"Do we have to go back to work today?" Rose says. "Can't we just spend the rest of the day lounging in bed?"

"But we have work to get back to," Patrick says. "Appointments."

He's right, dammit

. "Screw appointments."

"Responsibilities," he says.

Stop being right!

"Screw responsibilities."

He kisses her forehead. "Do you mean that?"

"I guess not. You need to help a seventy year old woman realize her dreams." Rose laughs. "That statement can be taken in a whole different way, couldn't it?"

"Who am I to deprive her of what she was unable to get when she was married?" Patrick says.

Not bad.

"Well, you do have the specific know-how she needs."

"True," he says. "And she has a doctor's note saying she's healthy enough for it."

"God, we're corny," Rose says.

"Would you have it any other way?" Patrick says.

She kisses his cheek. "Absolutely not."

Rose puts her head back down on Patrick's shoulder. She gazes out the wide window. A pair of bright white clouds are over the bay.

"Remember that thing we talked about?" Patrick asks. "You know, about trying new things together."

Rose sits up. "The threesome talk."

"Are you still interested?" Patrick turns on his side towards her. He caresses her thigh.

Hell, yes

. "Sure."

"Good. Because I may know a guy who would be game."

Please, please, please

. "Okay."

"You're into the idea, aren't you?"

"I am," Rose slides out of bed. "I've given it a great deal of thought. I've certain requirements."

Rose puts on her black silk robe and ties it in front.

Patrick sits up. "Go ahead."

"I want you to arrange everything in terms of the other dude," she says.

Patrick nods. "No problem there."

Rose sits on the edge of the bed. "I only want a guy into BBWs. No 'I could get with a big girl if I get to do a threesome' bullshit. I'm his preferred type, or no deal."

"Understood. And I concur. That's kind of the point, you know, the two of us worshiping you."

Well said

. "And I need to like him, too. You know my taste."

"Of course."

"And I insist on absolute veto power throughout," Rose says. "At every step."

"Goes without saying."

"Except I want to make sure it's said," Rose says. "And another thing."

"Go ahead."

"I don't want to know when," Rose says. "Plan it for some time when we already have a date scheduled. Only don't tell me that it's

the

day."

"Interesting," he says. "I can do that."

"I want to wonder 'is it today?' I want the element of suspense."

"Then that's what you'll receive," Patrick says. "As if I'd deny you anything you want."

Why would you do something silly like that?

"Don't schedule it too soon. Or too long. Don't make it next week, or make me wait six months."

"Yes, ma'am."

This is turning him on, isn't it? Good.

"I'll do the same for arranging another lady to join us. I'll make sure she's perfect. I know what you like in a gal. It's also what I like."

Patrick nods. She told him she was bi that first night they fucked. "That works out."

"It does," she says. "Especially since I intend to enjoy her pleasures as well."

Patrick smiles. "I'm all for that."

Of course you are.

"Come to think of it, I may have the perfect lady in mind."

"That's good to hear," Patrick says. "This afternoon keeps getting better and better

"One final thing, Rose says.

"Shoot."

Rose puts her hand on his thigh. "I don't want to know anything about him."

"No?"

"I want to see a picture or two beforehand," Rose says. "But no specific information, not even his name. It's hotter that way. I know! I'll call him Antonio!"

"Whatever you like, Rose. I'll make it happen for you."

I know.

Rose rubs his thigh. "You'll pick out a good candidate. I'm sure."

Patrick leans forward, kissing her. "Now I'm even more committed to getting this right for you. You won't regret it."

"I'm sure. You know, now I'm getting horny again. I feel so delightfully slutty even talking about this."

Patrick grins. "What did I tell you? Be as slutty as you want."

She kisses him. "Trust me. I'll give it my all."

***

"Have you started writing it?" Eric asks.

They lay in Rose's bed together, naked and catching their breath.

Eric's visit is last minute. He texted Rose last night that he'd be in town for his mom's birthday dinner tomorrow. Maybe he could drop off the microphone and headset she needs for the podcast?

Rose sent him the text she suspected he was hoping for. "Or you can drive down a little early. I can clear some time."

First Patrick last week over lunch. Now Eric after another session of midday fucking. Then a lunch date with Patrick tomorrow and what that'll surely lead to.

Afternoon sex is habit-forming, isn't it?

"What's that?" Rose asks.

"The podcast segment. Have you written it yet?"

"The rough draft," Rose climbs out of bed. "It's going to be great. There's so much to say about the human eye. I don't know where to begin. The human eye can distinguish more than ten million colors. Ten million!"

"Lead with that," Eric says.

"I will," Rose says. "Or, maybe finish with it."

"This is going to be fun," Eric says.

Rose pulls on her panties. "More fun than laying around naked together in the middle of the afternoon?"

"What could be more fun than that?" Eric says.

Rose picks her bra off the floor. "Fucking you had caused me to work to an appetite. Do you care for a snack?"

"How about big news instead?" Eric says.

Rose tilts her head. "I'm listening."

"Remember the mysterious Saturday meeting I had?"

"As if I could forget."

"I was the one doing the interviewing," Eric says. "I needed to hire an agent."

"An agent?" Rose says.

"I was asked to take a screen test," Eric says. "To host a TV show."

Rose's eyes bug out. "Holy shit. That's gigantic!"

"It'd be weekly," he says. "Kind of the week in science fiction and fantasy. All things nerdy in a half hour format. Interviews, reviews, behind-the-scenes."