Make Me Understand - the Makeover Part 2
In the three or four weeks since my one and only experience with a woman, dozens of thoughts have come into my mind, most of them quite deliciously naughty. But two of them are niggling me: (1) has Rowan's girlfriend been okay about it? And (2) why didn't I get Rowan's mobile number so I could ask her (1)?!
I frequently wonder when I am going to see Rowan again, but it comes as a surprise when I see her at a distance, walking along the High Street. Unusually, she is in the company of both her parents. She has seen me and I can tell that she doesn't want to avoid me but she is kind of happy to bob along behind her folks, watching me as we approach.
Her mum is very friendly and does most of the talking. 'Rowan told us how generous you were with her when we were away. She thoroughly appreciated the clothes.'
Not as much as I appreciated her yummy body! I think to myself as I smile and say, 'Oh it was nothing. And Rowan was the nicest guest. She even broke her own rules for me.'
'Did she? What rules?'
'About caffeine. She had a strong coffee with her old neighbour.'
Rowan blushes shyly and comes in. 'I'm wearing the yellow vest. Look.' She tugs on the hem of it underneath a loose top. The motion pulls against her chest and for a moment I am aware of those lovely high, pointy tits that I so enjoyed.
'Glad it's got a second home,' I say. I want to ask for her mobile number, and there's no reason not to, but I am nervous of being suspiciously enthusiastic in front of family so I let the moment slip.
'Good to see you, Olivia,' says her mum after two minutes of chat, and we all move off, me in the opposite direction to them. I can't help having a look back as they go and, to my delight, Rowan is doing the same, properly checking me out. I know I look good in my denim miniskirt and trainers. And she gives me this stunning smile, totally unguarded, that makes my knickers wet in an instant. It's a smile that says 'We have had something really good and I want more!'
At least, that's how I interpret it. My main feeling - okay, my second feeling - is one of intense relief. It can't have gone very badly with Kavi for Rowan to give me a smile like that.
That thought keeps me warm all the way home. When I get there, I suddenly realise I am going to masturbate about Rowan. My favourite place to do it has always been the bathroom so I rush in, pull up my skirt, pull off my knickers and rub myself hard. Then I slow down and let my memory wander back over what we did, Rowan and I. I think about her kissing me and how that turned into a snog - and then I ease myself onto the cool edge of the bath. I have not done this for years but I feel I need something more than my fingers, and the cold enamel feels good, sort of soothing me even as it makes me hotter. I gently roll over the surface a few times, and then I hear my husband arrive back home.
'Darling! Are you up there?'
I have to decide straight away whether to keep this solo or get him involved. I get up and smooth my miniskirt back over my bottom. 'Yes. I'm in the bathroom. I could do with your help right now!'
'Sounds intriguing,' he says as he walks upstairs.
'Come in.'
'You okay? What's up?'
'Nothing.'
He looks at me and - straight away - sees I'm horny and we embrace and kiss.
'Nothing is up. But you need me in the bathroom?'
'It's Rowan.'
His eyes light up. 'What's happened? Has she been in contact?'
'Yes. Sort of. I saw her in the High Street. With her mum and dad.'
He laughs. 'That must have been awkward.'
'No. Not really. We just had a chat. But at the end, I looked back at her and she just gave me this gorgeous smile that said, "I want to do it again."'
'Wow! And you've been worrying about that, haven't you?'
'Yeah. It was a relief. And,' I add with a cheeky smile, 'you would like us to do it again, wouldn't you, Nick?' I caress his bulge.
'I think you know the answer to that, Livvy, you naughty creature.'
'And guess why I came into the bathroom when I got home just now?'
His eyes go wider. 'Did you need a pee?'
'If you get on your knees, I'll show you.'
He does, and I lift my skirt and lift a foot onto the edge of the bath, exposing my juicy sex to him. 'I just had to touch myself, thinking about Rowan's lovely smile.' He moans his lust for me and plunges in to kiss and lick me. I welcome him with a hand on the back of his head.
'That's good. It won't take me long to come. I was nearly there already, remembering how Rowan licked my pussy.'
His efforts become more urgent.
'Ooh!' I say. 'Hold back a bit, Darling. You haven't shaved and those bristles are sharp.'
'Do you want me to have a quick shave? I could use the electric?'
'No. I can't wait. Just be careful. Stick your lips and tongue out, but stop them being hard, if you can.'
He enjoys being instructed like this and he makes a very good job of pleasing my pussy.
'That's so good. Just what I need!'
He breaks off to say, 'Think about Rowan. How good it felt when she licked you.'
'Yes! I'm remembering it now. Her soft lips on me ...'
I stop talking and hold his face into my flesh. And then I come hard, squirting into his mouth. I teeter but he holds onto me and pulls back a little so that it splashes on his face. After a few moments of relishing our pleasure, he looks up at me, still on his knees. 'That was a big one,' he smiles. 'How many is that recently? Three? Four?'
'Three squirts in less than a fortnight,' I reply proudly. 'It must be a record!'
'I can't think why you keep getting so horny at the moment,' he jokes.
I kiss his wet face. 'You'd better rinse off.'
'I should. But I might just let it dry. You know I like leaving your scent on me.'
'I do,' I smile, reaching for his erection through his trousers as he stands. 'And you would probably like a little attention down here too?'
'You read my mind!'
'I am looking forward to that myself. But do you mind us putting it off till tomorrow morning, or maybe tonight? That orgasm was just what I needed, but your bristles left me a tiny bit sore and I don't want to push it.'
'I guess I can wait,' he replies, a hangdog expression on his face.
I chuckle. 'You know it will be worth waiting for.'
'Okay then. If you insist, Darling.'
My husband is invariably eager for me, but he is also patient. It's one of the reasons our sex life stays so hot after years together: we only have sex when I really want it.
When I get into bed a few hours later, Nick is reading, and I am wearing a small black wrap. It's the sort of thing I wear only for sex. He's trying not to make it obvious that he is very keen to get into me but he has no poker face even when he's concentrating on a book. I brush up against him, letting the wrap fall open, and say, 'You liked giving me that satisfaction this afternoon, didn't you?' I'm glad that I am no less sore now and that I am definitely horny again.
