"Did you sleep well, darling?" the sweet voice of the pink negligee clad old lady asked.
As Stefan, blearily adjusted himself to sit upright with pillows behind him, Bridget handed him a cup of tea.
"Uuhh, yeah!! Thanks, did you, luv?"
"I slept very well, though it's never for very long these days. I've read 2 chapters of my book and started breakfast already but I thought I'd leave you sleeping."
"Thanks, I must've needed it. I'll get dressed and come down for breakfast. I need to work today, loads of admin and a wellbeing conference call arranged by the club. Let's get together again tonight."
"Can we do my place again? I'm nervous about staying at yours for the first time."
"Don't be but yes we can stay at yours tonight. I wanna try something different. After your bath, let's just get naked, get really comfy and just watch how each other gets off." he said.
***
Stefan forewent the invitation to share a bath with his older lover, leaving her to pamper herself in privacy. When Bridget entered her own lounge, she found that Stefan had lit candles, poured the wine and positioned two bean bags opposite one another in a corner of the room, just maybe 4 feet apart. Simply Red played and Stefan had set the lighting in a sensual, atmospheric manner that Bridget didn't even realise could be done with her lights ( that had all been Jack's department ).
"Is this what they mean by hygge?" asked Bridget, remembering something she'd heard on Radio 4.
"I guess it may be a Spanish-British take on that Scandi theme, yes."
"I forget that you were born a Spaniard." said Bridget, now ignoring the surroundings and fixating on her man.
"Take a seat on that bean bag, I'll fetch your vibrator and you just make yourself comfortable." said Stefan as he headed out of the room, tackle dangling and swinging as he walked.
Bridget took her glass off the low table beside her and sipped the wine, watching, waiting. Stefan returned and handed her the pink vibrator. He leaned over and kissed her and then took up his position.
Bridget lay back, spread her legs wide apart and started teasing the perimeter of her quim with the vibrator. Looking across at Stefan she could see that he was sat more upright, his eyes devouring the view across the room from him. She watched as his pole of a love truncheon rose, to a near vertical orientation. Despite the huge span of his hand, much of the cock was still in view, such was it's wonderful length. There was something very much animal about him at that moment, his inner chimp? But also, something very much demonic, his inner imp?
Absent-mindedly she parted her meaty outer lips but was brought to her senses again as the soft, smooth tool stimulated the nub of her clit. She was the first to make a sound in minutes of mutual watching and wanking. She should have known she would be with her dirty gob, with her dirty mind. Dirty girl. Still.
Stefan cupped his balls with his left and rubbed the tip of his dick with his right as he looked up at the sound of his partner's mounting arousal. The precum covered his fingers and transferred back around the whole of his head. He feared he might already have shot his load, so wet was he. His stiffness told him he'd not, so he rubbed the whole length of his cock harder. Bridget looked so content, cat-like self-satisfaction in her safe state of relaxed pleasure. Was she wet yet? He knew how wet she could get. How he wished he was in her but that wasn't tonight's game, in fact, he hadn't had his cock in her for 24 hours. On the massage bench. In missionary position.
Bridget now had her eyes shut, three fingers of her left hand rubbing her clit in circular motion, right hand thrusting the vibrator in and out of her now sopping pussy. She groaned and moaned, so familiar with her own body after so many similar wanks, yet always surprised how each time was different and this time particularly with the added stimulation of her being present at a live wanking display by a total hunk.
