Serendipity Sex

Serendipity Sex

So I'm in TJ's standing next to the cheese bin, trying to decide between an Irish cheddar and a French Gruyère when my old man's tinnitus is overwhelmed by some

rather loud

yelling over in the restroom alcove. It's Shawna, my favorite clerk and TJ helper. She looks a lot like Alecia Keys, maybe a slightly darker tan, and hair that always is going in all directions at once. She usually has the

best

smile and is my go to for all things TJ. But there is no sweetness and light today. She is facing away from the main room, but her expletives are bouncing off walls; and any folks in the john must be getting the full treat.

"You

fucking

beyoch, you've got some

humping

nerve calling me at work, in the middle of my shift, no less, to tell me we're over. No, no, no, no excuses. Besides, I know that cunt Aline is hanging on your left tit, telling you everything what to say. You tell that ass-sucker to go fuck herself for me. Okay...okay, we're done and I want

all

your shit out of my place within the hour...or less. Don't you dare snatch the Indigo Girls mix disc. I know you made it but you gave it to me for our third. No, I don't give a rat's ass where you go. Yes, I know Aline lives with her

mother....you..."

A formidable woman in denim overalls and a TJ's sweatshirt materialized and had Shawna by the shoulder.

"Ms. Jackson! Take it outside! Now! We have

customers!'

Shawna turned and met my eyes. Hers got big. She glanced at the people frozen in the wine section and the bread bin and her face crumbled. The next thing I knew she is sobbing loudly on my shoulder. The next after that she is dragging me toward the front of the store, wailing. I'm still holding the cheese and hope the store cop in the Hawaiian shirt doesn't think I stole it, even though, technically, I did.

Shawna drags me around the side of the building to the tiny park where they have their lunch. Pushes me down on the bench of the picnic table.

She is pacing in front of me, back and forth, back and forth, pounding her fist into her palm. Angry. Crying. Angry. Crying. Suddenly she stops and looks right at me.

"Mister....?"

"Rowland?"

"Okay...Mr. Rowland...You've been coming to the store for...like...ever...right? You've seen me a bunch of times, dressed a bunch of ways... I think you even saw me in my

dancing dress

one night when you came in late and I was leaving for that...anyway...anyway, I've seen you look at me. I mean, I know you're old, but you're not

dead."

"

Thank you."

"Sure.

And I'm pretty sure I've caught you scoping my...ass once or twice..."

"Guilty as charged."

"...So...tell me the truth, as raw as you can. Am I fuckable? Really, am I fuckable? Please...Susan says I'm not. "

"Shawna...."

"Please...."

"Oh, Shawna, you know I'm of an age where if it's breathing and it isn't covered with scales, it looks pretty good. Besides...yes... I like

women."

"

So do I."

"Yes...and I...maybe have to guess as to whether they think I think they are fuckable. "Technically, you're fuckable if you have the right gear in the right places, and even then one can get imaginative...wait...this isn't the point. Take a selfie and look at yourself, Shawna. You have all the god-given equipment and then some. Under that capacious fake Hawaiian shirt I know you have a pretty nice rack, and like you say, you have a high onion in back worth gazing at. You have big, soft eyes to look into and a generous mouth one can imagine having lots of fun with. On the surface it's all there. It's obvious; man or woman looking at you; there is plenty to play with. So here's the real question: What does

Susan

mean if she says you're not fuckable? I mean...."

Shawna was sitting next to me on the bench now, kind of leaning up against my shoulder. It was nice, cozy, even if she was growling from time to time.

"Susan...what? Oh, yeah. Well, the easy thing would be to say that she got into bed with Aline and Aline just lit her up...rang bells I don't even know where the clapper is. But, damn it, I think it's more than that. Sure, Aline is tall like she is and stuff probably matches up nice. And they both like sports. But maybe it's simpler than that. I say 'no.' I say 'I'm too tired, or busy, or feeling funky.' Oh, don't get me wrong, making love to Susan is a

trip

, but sometimes you have to know what to

pack

. I mean, you've seen Susan, right? She's

big.

Not

fat

big, so much as tall and strong big, I mean, sometimes it takes

work

to get all that crankin'. Oh, the reward is amazing; to see

all that

just

lift off.

But she's not so great the other way. And I like the delicate stuff. Huh. 'Fuckable.'

"Fuckable."

"So...do you want to fuck me?"

I looked her up and down as a courtesy.

"I'm sure, if I were your flavor, it would be a great pleasure, but...."

She put a hand on my arm and looked me in the face.

"No, I'm not asking if you

would

fuck me in a different world. I'm asking if you

will

fuck me...now."

"Really?"

"Really."

"But you don't fuck men, do you? I mean, when was the last time you fucked a guy?"

"Um, never."

"Never."

"I knew girls were for me before I even knew what that meant."

"So you never even 'tried a guy on'?"

"N'really. Oh, I gave Michael Adreeson a hand job once in a movie. But he was gay and it was a gay movie and he...and I...ended up finishing ourselves. So, no. No actual penis inside me, though a bunch of plastic imitations."

"And you're asking me."

"Yup."

"But I'm a senior citizen and you know nothing of my sexual history or proclivities."

"Um, yeah. But the thing is, that seems to be just what I want. And what I want is important right this moment. Oh I could troll off to a gay bar or two and pick up a jaded dyke or a wannabe lezzie and get kind of drunk and rub a lot of stuff together. But I don't want to feel cheap like that. Besides. I like you. I want to talk to you....."

"

Talk

to me...?"

"Yup. Like confess my sins and cry some and tell you what I like.... Maybe I'm selfish, but I think you would pay attention to what I need. I mean, I didn't say, 'Can I fuck you?' I might say that to a hottie I picked up. No, I said, 'Do you want to fuck me?' Because, I want to know I'm fuckable, and...and here's the thing, I

really

need to be fucked. I can

feel it inside.

Like it's just waiting to get all stirred up. So. Please. Let's go fuck."

"O.K... Sounds like a fun adventure. Maybe one of my best fantasies. My place? Your ex is probably ransacking your records and your wardrobe...."

"Nothing I have fits her except maybe an Angels cap. And, fuck it, she can have the fucking Indigo Girls. I'll find me another group. Oh. Bee Tee Double You, this is not the first installment of an open booty call. Girls are my thing. Still. This time I want to do

this

."

"

Okay. Deal. What happens happens. Oh, I walked here. It's a couple miles. Your car?"

"My car, let's go."

"Uh, work?"

"Oh. Well, the badger threw me out. I'm probably not fired. But in a bit I will call her and tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing butt. She understands lesbian crash and burn. She'll give me the rest of the day off. But she will make me pay later somehow. I think she 'fancies me', but she's pretty hard ass about on the job fooling around. Anyway, we're good. Which way?"

We headed for my condo and I got a cold chardonnay out of the fridge. Nice glass. Crackers and the stolen cheese.

"Unless you are in a serious hurry to hit the hay, Shawna...?"

"Naw, it can wait a bit. Let it build. Besides, if I may be indiscreet, might a gentleman of your 'vintage' need a little 'chemical build up' before 'engaging'...?"

I cogitated. Certainly a blue pill would ensure more guaranteed results. But the prospect of this adventure was already getting Jolly Roger a bit excited. With a little bit of luck, besides....

"Well, Shawna, I'd love to do without if I can, and besides, good old PIV sex isn't

your

usual feast. And I actually would

prefer

to play in your usual ballpark (without the balls)...if that works for you? I'm a little wary of you 'taking mental notes' all the time on the difference between male and female fingering...sorry. TMI?"

"N'really. Let's see what happens. Cheers."

We clinked glasses and drank deep. We enthusiastically devoured the cheese. The Irish cheddar was a good choice.

"Oh, Mr. Rowland...?"

"Jack."

"Sure, of course, Jack. Um...I do sort of want to draw a line. I mean...maybe I'm silly, but I don't really want to give you a blow job. Hope you understand...?"

"Oh. Wait. Yeah...well this is not about you doing me, anyway. Yeah, I want it to be your party. So, sure, no blow job."

"Unless I change my mind...."

"O...K."

"No, it's just that I never have played with a live cock before...except for that one time. And now...and the wine...well, my

curiosity

is kind of turning me on. But...but we'll see."

"We'll see."

it was easy being there together. And I found another reason for Shawna's breakup. She was smart. Very smart. Studying nights for a nursing degree. Teaching ESL students. Writing short stories. And let's just say Susan was...not.

After a while Shawna's cheeks grew more ruddy and her eyes a bit more dreamy. A subtle thing, but from time to time she gazed into the distance for a while. Her nostrils flared and she drew a ragged breath. She squeezed a hand between her thighs.

"Shawna?"

"Yuh?" She came back to me.

"Were you daydreaming of your ex?"

"Not exactly. Sort of. I was imagining being stretched out on a big warm bed naked, or maybe in something very light and filmy, and I had my hands crossed on my chest pinching both my nipples at once. And I could feel this 'zing' down there, but it was sort of 'balanced' by the feeling of this invisible hot mouth just

going to town

on me. I was...I

am

getting

so wet.

I think, I, we, need to...please."

She stood up, a little unsteady, looking around. If she was drunk I would not go any further. Just take her home. But she seemed to 'wake up' and smiled that amazing sunbeam. She put an arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear.

"I have this lovely

gift.

I can unexpectedly have these wonderful short orgasms. Even happens at work sometimes. Who knows what brings them on; a hottie walks in and touches my hand asking for the granola, or a cute baby, or stacking a bunch of heavy boxes. And then...back to normal...except, like now, I'm wet. Thanks for the lovely chat."

Her mouth found my mouth and the kiss didn't stop for a while. It was a wonderful 'blending'. After a while she pushed me away and looked in my eyes.

"Mr. Row,...Jack, you just 'woke me up' with that kiss. Oh, I don't mean I'm just going to 'switch to the regular team' because of it. I mean I see what was missing with Susan and me. Something in your kiss let me know you

care for me.

What does that mean? I guess, with her, it was more of a game. Maybe mostly about her. Was she getting what she wanted? The way you kiss tells me you are 'listening' to how I feel. And now I know that in my next serious relationship I want to feel this...and the second kiss was also fine. And now I

really

need to pee."

"Bathroom's first left down there and the bedroom's just beyond. A robe on the back of the bathroom door if you don't fancy being 'nekkid'. Oh, and don't clean up too much; that's my job."

"Oh the boy says the nicest things!"

She scooted toward the bathroom waggling her tail in a way she knew I would appreciate. I sat and sipped and tried not to think at all about how this dream was unfolding.

After a while I did my own ablutions. Maybe she would be sleeping when I reached the bed. Maybe not. It was only late afternoon, and despite the wine I was more aroused than mellow. I also knew how I wanted to begin. I hoped she agreed.

She was under the covers and peeking over them when I came in.

"Jack, this is the

greatest

bed! I love the way it holds me up and lets me 'settle in'. It's pretty

big

too. I'm used to my big beast of my ex draping a leg over the side. But this...."

She threw herself back on the bed, starfish. This had the advantage of exposing the prettiest, roundest, fullest pair of tits I had seen in many an age.

"Shawna, don't move. I need to admire those pretties I have only imagined them and they are much nicer than I could have believed. And...and...." I sat down on the bed in my boxers and clean white T. Put a hand on her strong leg. "Shawna, I was hoping you would let me take my time playing with these lovelies.

My

they are nice. Of course, my mouth may feel quite different than the ladies of your acquaintance, but give a guy a chance. I'd like to spend some

time

on these."

I slid under the sheet and cupped a hand around the nearest warm breast.

"Okay, here goes. Tell me if this feels

wrong

in any way. It's your party."

I just put my whole mouth over her nipple and lovely chestnut areola and sucked it in a little way. Swirled my tongue around it for a while. I could have done other things...

would

do them soon...but I wanted this to be my 'intro'. I spoke into her breast...

"Yes?"

"Mmm. Mm hmm. That's..."

I did the same thing some more, maybe sucking a tiny bit harder. Shawna was making very small noises. I kept it up, realizing that lesbian videos that I had seen showed women just barely tasting each other's nips. Men gobbled for a few seconds and dove for the snatch. I wouldn't do that. I wanted to spend time here. But I switched it up and pinched her tight nipple between my firm lips. Scrubbed the tip between them with the stiff tip of my tongue. Other noises. Motion down below. I left that alone for now. Ignored the nipple for a bit. Kissed all around it. Sneaky kisses

under

her breast and up the side. Almost. Almost.

"Bastard. Eat it! And don't forget the other one. You can be a little rough; teddy bear rough. That's okay. Rough can be nice. I had this lover who was in the merchant marines. Ooh, that's nice. Keep doing... She even had tattoos like an old sailor. Hair skinned on the sides and a flat top. She had to show me who was boss. Called me her little chocolate cupcake.... Bit my nipples a lot."

I reluctantly lifted my mouth from warm human flesh in order to speak.

"So, not a racist at all...."

"Nn nn." Shawna's words were disappearing. But she was making

sounds. Effortful noises.

Her hand grabbed mine and pulled it to her vulva. It was furry, and warm, and where my fingertips curved down, quite wet. Though 'wet' wasn't really the correct word. 'Delightfully slippery' might be more accurate. Marvelous stuff the body can make.

"Push," she grunted. I figured she wanted

pressure

, and when my hand crushed her mons she confirmed this by pushing back against my fingers. "Nngh!"

Now her words came breathlessly. "I...think...I...can...get...one...just from you...SUCKING...oh yes! That's...that's...that's...that's...that's..." Her hips were pumping against my hand. Little noises like she was being punched in the guts.

"Oh yes! I...

god

I'm going to let it go. Your sheets are going to be a

mess.

But I can't help it, I can't, I can't...I'm going, I'm going, I'm going..."

She went.

My hand was a wonderful mess.

Heavy breathing for a while.

"Shawna, that was fun. For me. And now I'm going to clean you up. Okay? Tell me if I'm doing it wrong. Or right."

I slid my way down her sweaty body; kissing breastbone and belly and a lick of the navel, and a growl into the top of her curly muff, and dodging to the left of the weeping lips, and a big open mouthful of strong, somewhat messy thigh. Roamed my lips and tongue around that beautiful brown landscape for a while. Skipped over to the other side and asked permission to give her a love bite there. And took warm flesh between my lips and teeth and massaged it that way until I heard the groan and the mons rising. And I abandoned that mouthful and swung quickly to the slippery lips, so close and abundant. And with wide tongue I swiped the slipperies up from the shining spread patch at the very bottom all the way up the groove, but sucking in loose lip along the way as I savored the whole juicy meal; pushing my lips and cheeks like an animal into that feast until my face was well anointed.

I didn't have a good idea of how sensitive her clit was. But it was going to be hard to avoid the impudent tip of it. Some women hide their tiny jewels deep in the folds of the oyster. But this one was impudent, a tongue thrust out of the dark hood at me, raw pink and shining. Was there any way to stay gently

above

this thrusting little pecker? It would be hard. And it was hard, a stiff column up into the arch of the dark forest.

I waited, staring at this prize. I had to apologize.

"I'm sorry Shawna. I have no idea how you need to be licked. Your former lady lovers probably found

just

what was enough and danced you to heaven. I'm not your usual beast...I'm just a guy who...."

"Will you fucking shut up and eat me. Trust me, I

will

slap you if you hurt me. But here's a hint: I've had

sweet and tender

and I've had

rough

. Both work. Do what you do."

She put her palm on my head and pulled me in. I thought, 'fuck it. I'll do what

I

want to do.' My mouth enveloped her clit and a lot of other flesh too. My tongue started its drumbeat.

'Holeeee!' Shawna's hips surged toward my mouth. Fine. I could get my palms under her tight ass and keep that pussy up where I could really get at it. Oh, such good eatin'.

I thought maybe Shawna would need to 'talk me in', like: 'easy now, easy; okay now flick it back and forth with your tongue. Oh! Time to suck hard. That's it. Now up and down.'

Nope.

Not that she didn't 'tell' me what she needed. But it wasn't with words, more like: "Mmuh...mmuh...mmuh...mmuh...ee...eee...ee...oh...oh..NNNh...ah...ah..." Hands that fluttered and pressed. Hips that lifted...froze...snapped...quivered.

I just let my lips and tongue do what they needed to do.

Owning

that clit.

Shawna was leaking again. She did that. And soon I could tell from the rawness of her breath that she was so close to tipping over again.

I discreetly slid two fingers into that hot moistness. Pressed my fingertips

up

against what I figured was her inner trigger. Oh!

That deeper spot

was better. Mouth suddenly crushed by hungry mons.

She

was in motion; doing the work against my fingers and mouth.

"Yuh, yuh, yuh...yuh...yuh......yuh.........yuh. Oh......my........GOD!"

I got wet.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Shawna pushed my forehead and slapped my hand away and curled up like a shrimp, her hands clamped between her thighs.

Had I been a greenhorn I might have been afraid that I made some awful, stupid, mistake. How could a mere man, an old one at that, hope to please a lesbian with a stable of lovers who knew how to feel what she feels? But I was pretty sure that, together, we had taken her to that place where the whole body is sparking and it just needs to get grounded for a while.

Shawna was making little singsong sounds. Finally, she peeped out of her huddle and gave me that big Shawna grin.

"Whew! Thank you! I so needed that just like that. No, really. No drama. No 'significance', just full tilt mouth fucking. I'm sorry..."

I shook my head.

"...okay, I'm

not

sorry I soaked your face, and your bed. Damn, sex is so good when it's good. And thanks, I've got a better idea of the kind of woman I want now. I want a

buddy

, a

friend

who pays attention to what I need, not a 'people pleaser' and not a narcissist. Does such a human exist? But speaking of pleasing;

since

you have given me two

big wet

ones I figure you need to get your nut, right? I mean, I don't want to be selfish, so, how...?"