In Praise of Older Women

I spent the afternoon in bed trying to digest that enormous breakfast. By the time I left my apartment at five, I felt a lot better. I prayed that Janis would not expect me to eat much. I stopped to get a bottle of wine enroute to her place. According to my watch, I rang her doorbell exactly at six o'clock.

She wore a light blue cocktail dress that complemented her eyes. The front plunged to her waist revealing the space between her breasts without putting them on display. The hemline was about an inch below the curve of her bottom. I was tempted to seduce her immediately, but since we had all night, plus Sunday, ahead of us, there was no need to rush. She liked my big cock, and I planned to keep it in her all night.

The dining room table was already set. She lit the candles while I opened the wine.

The meal was simple but tasty. The entreé was a breast of chicken sauteed in butter and lemon. Kernel corn and mashed potatoes were the only sides.

We finished eating around seven. I helped her clear the table which surprised her. That was how I was raised; everyone in the family pitched in after each meal to clean up. When she bent over the trash can, I saw that she wasn't wearing panties or a thong. She checked my crotch when she straightened up and smiled. I hadn't worn underwear either, and it showed.

After she started the dishwasher, we adjourned to the living room. Janis had bought a couple movies. I settled on the sofa while she put the first one in her dvd player. She had to bend over to insert it into the drive. She looked at me and smiled while bent over flashing her pussy at me. We kept our wine glasses handy. She nestled into my arms as the previews began.

The first feature was a romantic comedy. I enjoyed it. It had a lot of good laughs and a lot of the standard schmaltz of the genre. There wasn't any nudity. The closest thing to a sex scene was a kiss in a living room followed by a fadeout.

We took bathroom breaks after the first movie. When she returned she was barefoot. She had opened her dress enough to reveal the center curves of her boobs.

After starting the second movie, she sat beside me with her legs up on the sofa. She leaned back into my arms and put her arms around my neck. I closed my eyes as she sealed her lips to mine. My eyes flew open when I heard panting and screaming coming from the tv. A trailer for a porno flick was on the screen. "I thought we could use some inspirational material to get us started," she said softly.

"You're all the inspiration I need," I said.

She smiled and ran her hand across my cock through my pants. "You seem inspired." She kissed me again and laid her head on my lap. "Let's watch the movie first."

It was the first porno movie I had seen with any semblance of a plot. It had a vampire theme. The lead character was a female vampire in search of virgin males; she needed to swallow their semen to maintain a youthful appearance. Each of her targets was quickly seduced by his girlfriend to save his life. There was the obligatory two-girl scene which Janis didn't care for.

After the first onscreen fuck session, I put my hand inside her dress and caressed her breasts. Her nipples were already standing up. They became firmer as my palm passed over them. Slowly my fingertips traced circles around her boobs. I began at her ribs and gradually worked my way closer and closer to her nips. I purposedly stopped at the areolae in order to build tension in her. At some point I kicked off my loafers. She scooted up onto my lap, unbuttoned my shirt, and played with my chest while keeping her eyes glued to the action on the screen. Her sharp fingernails against my nipples hurt a bit, but it wasn't anything I couldn't tolerate. By the time the lesbian scene ended, we were both naked to the waist. When the movie ended, I was stroking her inner thighs. Her pussy juices had soaked through my pants leg. Although I had been engaging in foreplay with her for close to an hour, she still had not had her first orgasm.

She stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. I swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. After laying her down, I took off my pants. She grinned when she saw my tumescent state. "I know I've had you in me already," she said. "I didn't see your cock the first time, but looking at it makes me wonder if I can handle it. It looks a lot bigger than it felt."

"Don't tell me I was a disappointment," I said with a mock pout.

"Heavens, no. That was the first time I had been taken in the shower. I loved it. I don't know how to explain it. Seeing it and feeling it are two different things."

"You can see it and feel it all you want. You may taste it, too, if you like."

"Roll over," she ordered. She dove for my dick. Her tongue licking the underside of my cock felt lovely. She licked the eye of my snake before wrapping her lips around the head. Her mouth wasn't very large, so she could only take in the first couple inches. Her hand on my column made it feel like she had me completely in. I was tempted to cum when she traced the edge of my glans with her tongue. When I didn't spurt, she tried putting her lips on the rim and twisting her head. The friction was intense, but I managed to hold back.

She crawled up the bed and dangled her breasts over my mouth. When I stuck my tongue out to lick her nipples, she rose up just out of reach. Over and over she taunted me with her huge melons. Finally I put my arms around her and rolled her over. She was laughing as I rolled her over, but the laughter stopped when I sucked heavily on her left tit. She gasped when a quarter of her breast disappeared inside my mouth. Her nipple became rigid against the roof of my mouth. Instead of inhaling her right boob, I kissed circles around it avoiding even the slightest contact with its milk spout. When I reached the areolae she grabbed my neck and attempted to direct me to the nipple. Her arm was strong, but I managed to resist and to direct my kisses to her neck.

After the first nibble on her neck, she relaxed. Slowly I traced her chin with my lips followed by her neck and throat. Each kiss was long and soft. Her hand rested lightly on my neck. Her breathing slowed as the first level of passion took hold of her. My hand caressed her hips and back as I lowered my mouth to her shoulders. Every inch of her clavicles was covered from her neck to her shoulders. I went down her arms and bussed her palms before sucking each finger. When I made oral circles around her breasts, her pelvis trembled with excitement. Her hips shook again when I gave a nipple a light bite and sucked on the other one. After a half hour I reached her tummy. My lips crisscrossed her abdomen getting closer and closer to her slit with each line. I paused to probe her navel with my tongue.

Her pussy lips were open in anticipation of my approach. Her clit stood proudly erect eagerly awaiting my arrival. I bypassed her pussy and kissed her thighs instead. When I reached her right knee, I switched legs and went back up her left thigh. The moment my tongue touched her slit her legs slammed together and she let out a scream of passion loud enough for her mother to hear. My head was immobilized for a full minute by her powerful thighs. Considering I hadn't touched her clit, I wondered if it would be safe to do so. My dick was in control of my brain, so I lapped up her freely flowing pussy juices, then put my tongue at the base of her slit. Slowly I brought it closer and closer to her clit. Her body tensed in anticipation of clitoral contact. Just before reaching her rigid nub, I jumped my tongue over it to the top of the lips and started back down. When I jumped her clit again and started again from the bottom, she screamed, "Stop tormenting me!" Her legs crushed my ears against my skull when I finally contacted her mini-penis. Every movement of my tongue gave her another orgasm. At last she said, "Put that thing in me before you dry me up."

Reluctantly I crawled up over her. Janis took my pole in both hands and led it to the gateway of her love tunnel. I eased into her dripping cunt until my balls rested against her ass. "That feels so wonderful," she sighed. "I don't think I want an average sized man again." Many other women had said that too, but it was sweet music to my ears. I worked my hips in circles. "You are a pussy tease." She purred when I added slow in and out strokes to the circular motion. Within a couple minutes she urged me to speed up. I gave her a couple quick jabs which sent her over the edge again. When I resumed the circles, she hooked her ankles behind my butt and started kicking. "Come on," she urged me. I increased my pace, but not enough to get myself off. "Will you hurry up? I'm almost dry." I gave her a couple more quick jabs to send her into another orgasm. "That's enough," she said. "I'm hurting." Then I shifted into high gear. "Stop!" she cried hitting my shoulder. My nuts pulled up within thirty seconds and I shot my load into her.

Janis was crying when my orgasm ended. "Why did you do that?" she cried. "I told you I was hurting, and you didn't care. You just kept on going."

"I thought girls like men with staying power," I said.

"That's not staying power. That's deliberately hurting someone. Get out of me right now."

I lifted myself up and rolled to the vacant side of the bed. "I'll never understand women. First they want staying power, then they complain when they get it."

"There is such a thing as overdoing it. I can't believe what you just did. You got off quickly in the shower this morning. I thought you were really hot for me."

"I am. Didn't you notice my pants this evening? You sure seemed to be checking me out."

"I was, but I didn't know you were such a bastard. Get out of here. Clean yourself up, get dressed, and go." Janis buried her face in her pillow and began sobbing.

I had a predicament on my hands. How could we handle the work situation? Even though she had invited me to her apartment, she could file sexual harassment charges. I finally understood what my dad meant about not dipping my pen in the company ink. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"Get out of here!" she screamed.

I had my bedpost notch, but it seemed worthless. I wanted to see again. Of course I had no choice about work, but I had to make amends for hurting her. For the first time, I didn't feel like a stud. I was a jerk. Somehow I had to find a way to get her to accept my apology.