Alan led me into the house, not to his bedroom. I knew by then the approximate steps and directions, and he turned opposite. I presumed we were in his living room, which was confirmed when he helped me to sit, which turned out to be on a couch. He sat down beside me and a moment later, I felt his hands in my hair, releasing the gag from my mouth. I could do nothing except stare into the darkness straight ahead of me, but at least could move my jaw and close my mouth.
"I think we're through with this," he said, "it's served its purpose."
I worked my jaw up and down, back and forth. It felt good to be able to move my mouth again, although I'd gotten used to it. "Ahh, that feels good, thank you."
I leaned over toward him, longing to turn my head toward him, "Kiss me, Alan, I've been needing it all day."
He twisted around, I pulled at my arms, wanting to wrap them around him, the torturous thing still trapping them, felt his breath, his lips on mine. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues mingling. A hand went between my legs, rubbing, and another groan escaped me.
We sat on the couch, our lips locked together, Alan's fingers pressed inside me, I have no idea how long but long enough that I was frantic. I wanted him.
He stood, picked me up, and, our lips locked together, carried me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed. It felt like an eternity ago that we'd been in this room, almost unbelieving what had happened here.
Wordlessly, he began unlacing the collar from around my neck. The one thing filling my mind was how good he was going to feel, inside me once again. He pulled each lace out so slowly, like he was savoring each one. When he finished, he asked me, "You ready, baby girl?"
I nodded, at least now I could nod a little, tensed my neck muscles because I knew from before how it was going to feel when he pulled it off. I didn't want my head flopping like it had earlier.
"I wondered how much of the crazy, sexy girl from high school was hidden away in there," he said as he took the collar from around my neck. "Guess we found out, huh."
I almost forgot for a moment that I could talk. "Thought I'd left that girl in the long-ago past."
"You ever show that side of yourself to your husband?" he asked.
"Maybe a little, long time ago," I lied, not wanting to reveal the truth. I hadn't felt like that for the last thirty-one years, ever since Alan left for Georgia. I hoped Robert was going to be ready for a new Daniella when I got home. The mature, 'mom' Dani was going to have to take a back seat on the bus. I'd heard it and never given it a lot of thought, but I much preferred the term 'MILF'.
He'd started fooling with the strap around my back, releasing my arms from their prison of the last several hours. "Think I'd rather have you naked for a while."
A few moments later, that's exactly what I was, naked. And it felt so good. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, lifting the elastic of the blindfold, "The lights are turned way low, your eyes aren't going to like the light for a bit."
He was right. Even the dim light seemed like looking straight into the sun. I scrunched my eyes shut, just letting them flicker open a tiny bit.
I eventually did get them open and Alan was sitting on the edge of his bed watching me, looking like the only thing he wanted was to devour me. This man, not my husband; his handsome, dark chocolate skin, fully dressed in a smart-looking sports shirt and slacks. It felt weird and a lot... sexy, being totally naked with him still dressed, looking at me like he was. That alone would have made me wet if I hadn't already been. He leaned over and kissed me, taking my breath away with the intensity. "I liked that girl you were earlier," he said, "but I think I like the woman even better," sucking my nipple in his mouth.
I couldn't help it, but even after being blind for so long, I closed my eyes again, intertwined my hands in Alan's hair, and let the exquisite feelings flow through me - straight to my naked pussy.
Okay, I'll admit it, that little foray into exhibitionism had really turned me on. I'd never have expected that something like that, so far out of the comfort zone for a high school science teacher that it was a whole 'nother universe, could be such a turn-on. But it had been and a fully dressed Alan sucking my naked tit was only exacerbating the situation.
I couldn't have stopped the moans even if I'd wanted to, feeling Alan's lips on my breasts and his hands exploring the rest of my body.
I remembered a time I'd had to quell my moans. My parents had gone to dinner, Alan came over and we were in my bedroom making out. I was supposed to be studying for finals, which is what I'd told Mom and Dad before they went out on their dinner date. Alan was doing much as he was doing now, except we were both naked when I heard the front door open and close way earlier than it was supposed to, then Dad's voice complaining about the restaurant being full.
Alan, at that moment, was in the process of very effectively tonguing my eighteen-year-old pussy. When I squeezed my legs together in a momentary panic, it only encouraged him to dig in all the deeper, gripping my hips and pressing his mouth inside me, forcing me to stifle the moans that he was doing his best to force out of me.
That was the memory going through my mind as I felt Alan's tongue and lips slowly working their way down my tummy... to my belly-button... and below.
Alan had to spend the night in my bedroom that night for fear of awakening them by leaving. They were light sleepers and their room was right next to mine; much of the night with his cock firmly embedded inside my cum-filled pussy. Stifling the moans out of fear of discovery only intensified the sex.
I don't even know why I thought of that. I sure wasn't stifling my moans when Alan's lips found my pussy this night. Matter of fact, I heard my voice practically screaming out, "Oh fuck, Alan!"
Which made Alan chuckle. I didn't need his chuckling, I needed his sucking - my clit. "Remember how you used to talk so dirty when we fucked?"
It seemed there wasn't anything that one of us didn't remember. The 'fuck' word was quite often part of my lovemaking vocabulary with Alan. Until recently, I don't think Robert had ever heard me use that word.
But the spell was broken, his sucking ended. Alan scooted off the bed and stood, beginning to unbutton his shirt. It was a reminder again that we weren't eighteen. Alan wasn't the strong, but skinny eighteen-year-old kid, I used to know. He was a man: broad, strong shoulders; thick, muscular arms, all encased in his dark brown skin. I think I actually might have begun to drool a little.
It had all been so quick that first night. Was that only last night? One day ago? It seemed impossible.
But this time, Alan took his time. "You used to like watching me undress... looks like you still do."
