"This ain't happening... this just can't be happening," Debra internally grasped for any shred of rationale sense to what had just transpired with Grant.
"You were just sitting down and having a nice dinner with him less than three hours ago... and now... now... now you're sitting on his coffee table... in nothing but your panties... and you just... just helped fondle him..."
Her vocal chords seemingly injected full of Novocain, everything Debra tried to say came out as a garbled and dull whisper.
"And his cum Debra... his cum... his warm cum is all over you... what in the Hell have you done... You've barely even known him two days... and this happens!" Her conscience taunted. "You swore you'd never be this weak with a man... ever again... that you'd never do anything like this with a man before you earned his trust... much less his love!"
In a sick way though, Debra knew she'd never done anything quite like that with any man in her past. While there had been a few 'wham-bam' type experiences bracketed around her 20 year marriage, those had been pure, straight forward and rather unfulfilling sex. What she had just shared with Grant, she didn't have any Earthly name for.
Still feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened, Debra continued to crouch there silently on top of the table, feeling the heat radiating from Grant's pleasure stricken body.
"You just sat there like a model on display... like a magazine foldout on top of the table and let him jack off staring at you," Debra's rational mind told her, still unsure if she was disgusted or strangely inspired by the truth of it all.
It was then the sheer thought that a man had been that aroused by her settled into Debra's craw, unnerving her to no end as she tried to divine some clarity to it all. In a strange way at that moment, Debra became fixated on a flashback to her childhood Even though she had just taken part in the most adult act of her life. Even though it might have taken every therapist in Hollywood's combined efforts to diagnose the confusion and uncertainty that had stricken her, just for a crystal clear instant, Debra understood that it took the amount of trust she, for some reason, felt for Grant to feel safe enough to do what she had just done. So when Grant extended his arms out towards her, Debra giggled like a small child as she fell into his waiting embrace and allowed him to pull her nearly nude body back on top of his.
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"You haven't had sex with a woman in nearly a year and now you get this chance... this perfect fucking chance... and what do you do... you cum all over the place like a desperate teenager... God... I wanted this to be perfect... ," Grant internally beat himself up, unable to come to grips with how impatient and lewd he had been with Debra.
And still, there she was straddling his lap with her bare breasts flush against his chest as she nuzzled her face on his shoulder.
Swaying the back of his head against the sofa as if lost in a dream, out of the corner of his eye Grant saw just how late it was getting.
"Don't say a word... don't ruin it," a wise and prudent voice whispered inside his head as Debra purred like a content and satiated kitten on his lap.
His eyelids growing heavier as his and Debra's breathing began to synchronize, just as Grant was about to doze off again on the sofa, he drowsily looked down and saw Debra working the buttons of his white dress shirt open. His energy completely tapped out, all Grant could do was sit there and watch as Debra worked her soft fingers down the front of his chest.
A low 'ohh' oozed from Grant's lips when Debra pulled his shirt apart and slid her angelic fingertips through the hair on his chest.
Carefully raising each of his hands into the air, Grant softly placed them on Debra's shoulder and back as she snugly lounged on top of him.
"OH... MY... " Grant trembled out loud when he felt Debra's fingernails slid across his left nipple for the first time.
Flailing his hands out to each side in a clear show of surrender to whatever Debra wanted to do to him, Grant felt a solar flare shoot through his spine when Debra's panty clad crotch started grinding down on top of his suddenly re-energized groin.
A slave to Debra's will for what seemed like an eternity, all Grant could do was stare down with wide-eyed admiration as the younger woman playfully kissed and tongued her way up his bare chest.
Like a lit fuse on a stick of dynamite, Debra steadily worked her lips up the length of Grant's torso, across the width of his barrel chest, up his neck and finally exploded onto his waiting mouth. A frightening and fierce show of passion played out on the sofa between the two for several moments until a rejuvenated Grant grabbed Debra by the waist and deposited her once again on the coffee table in front of him, only this time with her back flat against the sturdy hardwood surface.
Debra's legs spread wide in front of him, Grant eased forward and knelt in front of the prone young woman, just like he was praying before a pagan alter. Pressing his hands into each of Debra's toned and girlish thighs, Grant positioned her squarely on top of the table before leaning down to resume kissing her.
Giddy from the way Debra's knees felt bracketing him on each side, Grant's lust raged when he felt the glowing warmth of Debra's vagina compressed against his belly. Tracing his tongue down the tanned expanse of Debra's trembling body, Grant dreamily tasted her naked essence until his roaming lips came to the waistband of the shivering woman's sopping wet panties.
Inhaling her ripe and fragrant aroma until his eyes nearly watered, Grant focused his eyes on the moist fabric that concealed his ultimate goal. With Debra securely perched on the table, Grant eased her legs high into the air before digging his fingers into the satiny sheen Debra's undergarments and pulled them free from her clinging crotch.
"Wow," Grant mumbled under his breath when he got his first unfettered glimpse of Debra's private lair.
Raising his weathered right hand above Debra's body, Grant could feel her anxious warmth against the underside of his arm before lowering his fingers down to the center of her flat belly. Raking his digits steadily down her midriff before he finally enveloped her steaming genitals with his palm, Grant tenderly closed his grip around Debra's pussy, holding it in his hand as if it was a treasured talisman.