You can always count on Bob to be on schedule. Sunday afternoon 3 o'clock he was kissing me goodbye. 3:05, I was in a scented bubble bath shaving my legs, with a glass of white Zinfandel at hand. Like a young girl preparing for her date with the captain of the football team. Everything had to be perfect. Once out and dried, putting on a thigh length lace chemise and pondering whether to wear the matching panties. Deciding the panties were part of the package. Slipped them on, feeling certain Phil would enjoy slipping them off. Makeup complete and checking the full-length mirror. Told myself, "you're ready for your date." My good side had to refute, "The whore is ready for her john." Ten minutes to four, my excitement was on the rise. I had told him to come in through the patio door. Refilling my wine glass and went to sit on the couch in the game room. The same couch where I last enjoyed that handsome penis. Only a minute or two later, Phil was at the door.
Waving him in, I said. "Lock the door behind you."
Standing to greet him. I asked. "Do you like my outfit?"
He replied. "Hell yes, I love it."
Offering him a glass of wine. He turned it down saying, "maybe later."
With that, he captured me like a starving Bear seizing the first meat he has seen in days. We ended up back in my original spot and he was devouring me. Running his hands under the chemise and kissing my mouth, face and neck. Then finally that wonderful French kiss he did so well. May West once said, "A man's kiss is his signature." The same one I first relished a few days earlier and just after he ejaculated in my mouth. He then picked up both shoulder straps of my chemise. Taking them just over my head. I lifted my arms. Then he held both strap with one hand and yanked it off. As if it was an unveiling. Now he had my Breasts to put his mouth on as well. OH YES, and a much-welcomed hand between my legs. My hand was also on his privates. He was hard as steel and I wanted his bottoms off. Then he began to stand. I thought I would be able to sit up, pull his shorts down and get my mouth on Mr. Wonderful. Phil had other plans. He picked me up as a groom would to carry his bride and started moving into the house.
He pulled his mouth away from mine to ask. "Which way to the bedroom?"
I put our mouths back together and pointed the way. When we reached the bed. He laid me down with my head on the pillow and began kissing his way down my body. Once arriving at his destination, he kissed me below and through the underwear. When he began removing the garment he kissed along the newly exposed skin. Now I'm totally nude, he removed his shirt, pushed my knees apart and buried his face in my vagina. He began fucking me with his tongue. With my feet flat on the bed and holding the back of his head. I hunched into his face fucking him back. Phil moves his mouth up to my clitoris. He sucks on my clit while he teases it with his tongue. This caused a massive orgasm and the first of several. When I noticed his ass partially exposed because he was sliding his shorts off, I was delighted.
I said. "Oh good, is Hank coming out to play?"
Phil asked. "Who is Hank?"
"Hank is my pet name for the handsome fellow hiding in your shorts."
"Oh," Phil said chuckling. "He needs to come out. Getting very crowded in there. Do you have any particular plans for him?"
"I have lots of plans for that Guy." I said. "He is going to be busy boy for the next few days. Right now, I think he should explore new territory."
Phil quickly finished removing his short. He knew that meant my vagina and moved between my legs. I had to get my hand on it just for a feel. He was rock hard and dry.
I said. "Bring him closer, I want to give him a bit of love first, and some moisture."
Phil straddled my upper body with Hank pointing at me proudly. I raised my head and took him in my mouth. Tried to take as much as I could in my mouth. Also, tried to produce a maximum amount of saliva for lubrication.
I stopped sucking to say. "Okay Baby, give it to me but go easy to start. This will be the largest penis I have ever had."
He moved into position and I guided Hank home. Being very wet myself I may have been overly cautious. Still enjoyed having him in my mouth. Phil was doing his part by going in very slow. It was feeling so good and so big. He kept going in and out. Each time going a little deeper until finally he was all the way home. Bringing my heels up to my butt, I lifted myself to meet him. We ground our pubic areas together. He would pull out leaving only a little, maybe just the head. Then back in to grind, it was fabulous. I never wanted it to end. I'm not sure how long this lasted and I lost count of the orgasms. I'm in a state of total orgasmic ecstasy when Phil brought me out.
Phil said. "I'm sorry but I am going to cum soon."
"Oh Sweetie, don't be sorry. I've had several. I want you to have a good one. Give it to me however you need to make that happen."
Phil took me up on the offer. He began pounding me hard. Almost all the way out again then back in hard. He was getting plenty of unintentional encouragement in both noise and word.
From my mouth came, "Oh God, oh oh oh, yes yes yes, oh yes fuck me hard, Baby you're hitting bottom, oh god yes, fuck that cunt." Plus, many other noises.
With my feet, again lifting my ass off the bed to meet him and try to get him even deeper. Soon he slowed and his body became rigid. Wrapping my legs around him and hugging him tight I began to fuck him. As he took on the shivers of orgasm I made very short moves. Just pulling off slightly then bumping my pelvis back hard into his quickly. I was holding him so tightly that most of my weight was on him. When the orgasm completed he relaxed and we descended into the mattress. Then he planted his lips on mine for that fervent kiss. He was still inside me but slowly slipping out as it softened. Our nude bodies pressed tightly together, savoring Phil's mouth and tongue. I was in no hurry for this to end. He could keep it in me until it got hard again. Eventually he rolled off me though, taking a deep breath.
Phil said. "That was magnificent."
"I was going to say fantastic but I'll take magnificent." I added. "Please tell me how a 20-year-old learned to make love like that?"
Phil replied. "I have lots of experience."
"You sleep around a lot, do You? Then why would you be here in bed with someone old enough to be your mother?"
"Hey, I love mature women," Phil retorted. "That is the way I get lots of experience. When my last girlfriend broke up with me. She said all I wanted to do was have sex. That's close to the truth. I don't like to go out and spend money. I'm putting everything into my education. To limit the student loans. Don't want to graduate and be buried in debt the rest of my life. Usually mature women only want me around for sex."
"I think I'm starting to get the picture," I declared. "but I don't fall into your category. I want you for yard work, massages and sex."
All the time we're talking we have our hands on each other. Both our privates are a mess of our combined juices. Getting a container of wipes from my nightstand. I give myself a bit of cleaning. Phil was starting to dry so I moved down, laying across his lower body I begin to give "Hank" a bath. Getting him clean, including his testicles and legs. Then he is starting to get hard again. Youth is such a wonderful thing.
I said. "I think someone is ready for more."
Phil countered, "I'm just getting started."
I had to ask. "How long can you stay?"
"Just as long as you will allow me," He responded.
"You could stay all night but you didn't bring a change of clothes." I pointed out.
"I can wear the same clothes. Showered at home and dressed, came here an undressed. Didn't have them on for more than an hour." He asserted.
