Walter felt the cool air as she lifted her head and slid up beside him. Her mouth replaced her fingers in his mouth and she pressed her breasts against his chest, feeling his stiff hair against her hard nipples and soft breast-flesh. He could feel her desire burning into him as though her body was on fire.
She raised her head up and looked into his eyes as her shadow darkened his face. She shifted her weight and positioned herself over his penis. As she lowered her pussy down onto his erect cock, her eyes never shifted from his. He felt the moist warmth again, like her mouth but very different at the same time. She moved slowly down onto him, feeling every sensation of his shaft sliding into her and filling her again. When she felt base of his cock against her, she released her breath and lay down on top of him, savoring the fullness she felt. Her mind realized that although she had been with larger men than Walter, she had never felt as full as with Walter.
Desire then overtook her thoughts and she lifted back up and began to move against him, gently rolling and undulating her body against his. This moved his penis around within her vagina with only a little in and out motion, keeping him contained deep inside her vagina. Her breasts rubbed on his chest and she felt rippling tremors begin to flow through her body.
For a while, Walter was passive - receptive to the gift of pleasure her was giving her. Her technique was developing a slow smolder that would prolong the coupling, providing extra pleasure without the urgency. Two lovers continued for long minutes, leisurely pleasuring each other with small movements and gentle touches. Then the desire gripped him and he moved his hands to her body. His left went to her shoulders holding her tight to him while his right planted on her smooth ass, controlling its movements and steadying her rhythm. He used his hand to guide and increase the thrusting between them, sliding her hips up and down on his shaft. After just a few moments of this, the limited amount of movement was not enough and he shifted and rolled to the side, holding her close as he pulled her under him. He began thrusting into her in earnest.
She closed her eyes, her senses lost. She had wanted to control the passion and lead him to a climax, but that control was gone now as she felt his lips kissing her forehead, her eyes, and then her mouth. His movements quickened and his grip tightened as he broke the kiss to gasp for more air. Her instinct told her he was close to cumming and regretted taking him so close to the edge with her mouth. She wanted to cum with him and thrust her hips up to meet him but she knew she would be too late. She felt the spasms in him as he grunted in orgasm and opened her eyes to see his face screwed up in the pain-pleasure of orgasm. Then she came to her peak suddenly and unexpected, her body shuddering uncontrollably against his as a surprise orgasm exploded inside her, more intense in that surprise.
After his final thrust, he rolled to the side and collapsed next to her and they lay together for a while without speaking. They touched each other gently for a while, basking in their desires satiated. When she felt his semen start to ooze out over her, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
When she returned, he was asleep. Not wanting to get the covers from under him, she pulled a soft blanket over him and climbed into the bed with him, laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and went back to sleep. She lay there, her mind awash with thoughts and emotions. This feeling seemed beyond the physical love. The way he took control from her absorbing her will was beyond her experience. Each orgasm with Walter seemed more intense and satisfying than the last. Yet any vision of future with him crashed into the reality of their ages. 'I'm old enough to be his mother!' she screamed to herself. Yet at this moment she knew she could not see herself without that hardness spurting in her again. And she knew there would be more tomorrow. She smiled with that thought and drifted away to sleep.
Walter awoke as the sun began to come through the windows and touch the bed. After the usual disorientation from waking up in a different place than normal, he looked down at the woman laying her head on his chest. With her head down, he could only see her smooth chocolate-brown skin exposed from her straightened, shoulder length black hair down her neck to the blanket over her shoulder. He moved his hand up to touch the exposed skin, loving the soft feel of it under his fingers.
Marjory stirred, and lifted her head to look up at him. Even though her hair was now a mess, her slender face and high cheek bones looked beautiful the morning light. The hint of crows-feet at the corner of her brown eyes and a touch laugh lines at the corners of her mouth were the only hints to the fact she was old enough to be his mother. In fact she was mother to one of his classmates, a fact that was amazing and frightening at the same time.
She reached out and ran her hand across his chest and down his stomach. As her hand got to his penis, he realized that he awoke due to a full bladder, and he had a "morning stiffy" as an indication of how bad he had to go. At that same moment, Marjory's eyes opened wide as she felt the size and hardness of his erection.
"Is this for me?" she cooed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke it. She loved the look and feel of his full shaft, and she was unaware of the dilemma she was causing him.
"Umm...I need to...a...I need to go!" He stuttered. She was making him even harder and he knew it was going to be very difficult to pee with a full erection.
"Oh!" she exclaimed and withdrew her hand. Then she giggled. "How do you get that pointed at the toilet?" He shrugged in response and clambered out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. She followed him slowly and turned the corner to find him crouched down and bent forward to get his hard penis pointed at the toilet bowl to release his full bladder. She giggled at the sight, and as he finished he saw her and started to laugh at himself. As Walter flushed the toilet, Marjory reached into the shower and started the water.
"Would you like to join me?" she asked with a grin. He grinned in return. "I will join you for anything and everything you desire to share with me." He was already feeling so much a part of her, being in the master bathroom of her house, the normally private sanctuary for a woman and her husband. There was no husband in this house, but entertaining the thought of filling that role was a dangerous path for his mind.
"I never suspected someone like you existed," Marjory said, taking the hand he offered as she stepped into the shower. "If I had, maybe I would have done things differently." Her sweet brown flesh glistened as she bent to turn on the shower knobs. "I have always loved this large shower, but it was just a bit big. Now I can find out how wonderful a large shower really can be."
'She never had another man in her shower before?' Walter thought. It was almost a rush to find out that he was the first, almost like she was a virgin of sorts. Every time he turned away from thoughts of a future with this woman, she opened herself more to him and made him desire more in their relationship.
He climbed into the shower with her, and then she drew the glass door shut. The lightly frosted glass let the light in but also shut out the rest of the world, creating a private little universe into which they willingly entered but no one else could ever enter. The scent of her personal soap filled the shower with a flowery, lilac perfume that went to his head. Walter stood close to her tall, lean body and waiting for her to take the lead on what she wanted him to do.
"Here, sweetheart," she said, handing him the soap and stepping back so that the water spray poured in enticing rivulets over her silky skin, "do me first." He took the soap and foamed it in his hands as she stepped out of the spray and presented herself to him. He slid his soapy hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and then back up to her chest. Her breasts felt wondrously soft and smooth against his soapy palms, and Walter massaged them tenderly, enjoying their shape and weight in his hands. The only hard spot were her stiff erect nipples that he would squeeze when his fingers found them.
Marjory's hips and belly next attracted his attention as his fingers slipped down her body, tingling at the feeling of her wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew thick and foamy in the tight curls of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to carefully wash the folds of her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and down, then proceeded to her calves and ankles. Her feet were small and fragile feeling, and Jerry scrubbed them with enjoyment.
