I opened a few buttons on her housecoat and fitted a hand comfortably over her skimpy, flesh-coloured bra trimmed with lace, kneading a breast gently and feeling the nipple harden to my touch. As I nuzzled her sweet-smelling soft neck I slipped my hand inside, brushing the nipple with the tips of my fingers, causing her to sigh and then gasp. "Shouldn't we eat first," she asked, her breath quickening. "I intend to, and then we can have breakfast," I said, pulling a breast out and nipping it gently with my teeth.
"Oh God, this is wonderful, I've died and gone to Heaven," she breathed as I slipped my hand under the housecoat, browsing through the contents, which felt like a nylon half-slip and old-fashioned French knickers, lace-trimmed with wide openings for easy access to her little furry thing, stockings and suspender belt. Those were the good old days just before pantyhose started to make an appearance, complicating the logistics of a fun evening for two in the back seat at the drive-in. "Find the person responsible for those abominations though you have to search the length and breadth of Christendom, and dip his willy in boiling cum." "Aye, my liege, it shall be done," says the faithful lieutenant of my wishful thinking. But, alas, it is too late to turn the clock back.
I applied myself with more vigour to the exploration of her secret places, stroking the velvety flesh at the top of her legs above the stockings and slipping my hand into her knickers over her bottom, running my fingers down the cleft in her buttocks. I moved my hand to the front again brushing the hair between her legs, then sliding my finger up and down, making contact with her clit. Dipping my finger gently inside to lubricate it I then moved it up to focus on the little bud that gives so much pleasure. She held onto me more tightly but I pulled away, getting to my knees to nuzzle her over her knickers. She opened the housecoat completely and pulled up the half-slip. I pulled the loose knickers aside, lapping her clit with my tongue. She held my head with both hands, stroking my face and mouth as it made contact with her clit.
Her legs trembled and she gasped with pleasure as my tongue moved quicker, rotating around her bud and then she stiffened, made a mewling noise and started to buck against my tongue. This went on for over two minutes, I reckon, and then she slumped against me, her body on fire. "My legs are too weak to support me. Hold me up but don't let me go," she said, stroking my face tenderly.
At last I disengaged, rose to my feet and as I kissed her she licked off my mouth the juices that had mingled with my saliva inside her. "I though it couldn't get better, but it does. You're so young, how do you know so much about pleasing a woman?'' I modestly replied that I had been an enthusiastic pupil when my best friend's elder sister had taken it upon herself to teach me the arcane rituals of lovemaking and had then gone on to further my education in the tender embraces of a divorced librarian. She hadn't been much to look at but she turned out to be highly qualified instructor, fiercely dedicated to her role and she eventually awarded me my degree cum laude. I know it's an old gag but Ruth laughed anyway.
Manoeuvring gingerly as the result of a fierce fire in my loins that was causing my shorts to stick out alarmingly, I sat down to a cholesterol-packed breakfast that would hopefully stoke the boiler room and keep the engine running at top speed. Did I mention Ruth was Jewish? Well she was and she had obviously been brought up on the old saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach (I though it was through his penis) and after the meal it was all I could do just to get back to the bed, or so I thought.
As I lay down she pulled down my shorts, told me to lift my arse, pulled them off and contemplated my penis as a hungry she-wolf would a succulent looking young lamb. With a growl she straddled me, licking my nipples, stomach and scrotum, with a firm grip on my penis, which she began to nibble on. "Steady on there," I shouted, "I actually want to put my cock inside you and if you carry on like that there will be a terrible accident and it could lead to tears."
She giggled, but slowed down, moving up my body and using my penis to masturbate against her clit, huffing and puffing… and coming. I reached behind her to unhook her bra and her sizeable breasts, with lovely large dark nipples, cascaded into my mouth. She pulled her half-slip up around her waist. The slip, knickers and bra were a matching flesh-coloured set with white lace trim and felt wonderfully sensual and expensive to the touch. I particulaly enjoy making love to women in their underwear. With everything stripped off the mystery has gone. Pulling aside her knickers she inserted me into her vagina, taking it in slowly, right up to the hilt. Here I will refrain from giving dimensions, as one doesn't like to be boastful and plebeian, but I can assure you that it got her full attention.
