In the past month or so Kaye and I'd only had brief frantic romps in the early morning, most of them with me taking her from behind in her hallway as she was about to leave for work. Kaye was always happy for a quickie, as she put it to me time and again: "I just love that full feeling, followed by a nice sticky load pumped into me, makes me feel dirty and saucy until the next shower," Not satisfying at all for me, as Kaye was rather special to me, even though she seemed determined to keep me at arm's (or is that cock?) length.
So I invited Kaye on a little outing the weekend after the bachelor party. Having taken note of some remarks she made at a recent jewellery catalogue, I figured she'd enjoy spending my money on some shiny baubles.
The morning of our 'expedition' I'd crawled into her bed about 2am, and we'd made love properly for the first time in a month or so. By make love I mean slow kissing, tender foreplay, frantic fucking, and gentle caresses, before more play and fucking. Kaye had loads of energy, and her juicy pussy was always a treat to devour. She was not really a huge fan of sucking dick, but when she got her fanny planted on my face in a 69'er she was more than capable of taking me to the brink of blowing my wad down her throat, something she didn't particularly enjoy at first either.
So with a nice afterglow of a night in the sack, Kaye donned a bright yellow, mid thigh length, strappy dress that said summer is here! Her golden tan set it off nicely; some chunky cork soled slides with a fair sized heel made this a perfect beach type of look. What I most admired though was how she wore nothing at all underneath her flimsy dress, the fabric clinging gently to the yummy curves of her tanned body.
My cargo shorts and polo shirt paled in comparison...but having come into some money recently and now spending it with Kaye was on my mind.
Kaye loved shopping, she wasn't poor by any means, but when it came to the luxuries in life she was restricted somewhat. I'd bought her some of the things she enjoyed, shoes, handbags, lingerie, and nights out at fancy restaurants and hotels, but when it came to clothes we'd not done that as yet.
So we ended up at one of Kaye favourite shops, the objective in mind was a cocktail dress. Our company held monthly social gatherings and the cocktail evening was normally the first after the yearly summer break, about 6 weeks time now.
"My treat, so you just pick," I said to Kaye as I squeezed one of her firm cheeks, not knowing that a sales assistant caught my action.
Kaye didn't flinch as the sales girl caught me squeezing her arse, she just smiled at me and said: "OK, mission accepted big boy."
She tried on several different designs, before she settled on a red number with an almost completely bare back, showing off Kaye's firm and well tanned back. Oh and let's not forget about the quite reserved neckline, brought about in part by this dress being held up by only a thin strap around her neck, tied like a string bikini. The possibilities huh?
The salesgirl complemented Kaye on her nice tan. I was focusing more on how the fabric clung nicely around her tight buns and the nipples of her smallish breasts made themselves known... Not being able to wear a bra underneath this slinky number, and knowing she had nothing on down below either made for a perverse pleasure. I'm not sure if I saw the salesgirl admiring Kaye's tight buns in the snug fitting dress, perhaps she was just checking for a panty line?
With a little ummm and eeerrrr, Kaye agreed she liked this dress best, but when she found out the price she seemed unsure of herself. One comment she made was something along the lines of not having the right shoes or accessories to go with it. The saleslady had worked out by my grin that we'd sort that out next, so she piped up: "I'm sure your gentleman friend will continue shopping with you until all matching accessories are yours." Just something about the way this lady said it, she seemed to have worked out the lusty way we interacted, but still treading carefully at the same time.
With an excited giggle Kaye and I walked out of the shop and headed for the shoe store. It seemed almost a waste of time to buy new shoes, given the cocktail dress would be covering them up for the most part, but hey... A flash of the fanny for the salesman, a peek at a nipple for me and soon enough we had a pair of red heels to match. It followed with a small purse/hand bag, price tag making Kaye grimace once more, but since I just shrugged my shoulders and bought it anyway she smiled sneakily at me.
"Lingerie?" I asked as we strolled thru the mall. "Nah, I much prefer to go au natural," Kaye saucily replied. I figured that would be her response, but you must ask huh?
"Jewellery then?" I asked, at which Kaye promptly headed off in the right direction.
This is where things got a little strange mind you. The young sales assistant had a bit of an attitude, I guessed it might have been the near 15-year age difference between Kaye and myself. So when an older lady looked my way I just nodded at her to help. The young girl soon let the older lady deal with Kaye, me now letting my hot lover pick whatever she wanted. This older lady was delightful, helping Kaye try on several different necklaces.
"Special occasion is it?" the sales lady asked Kaye. "Ah yes, cocktail party, got a red dress, fairly high neckline so something short like a pearl choker," Kaye responded in an almost absent minded manner. Anyway, necklace, bracelet and watch later, Kaye once more looked uncomfortable at the total price. The power of cash reduced this somewhat, and I wasn't worried about it, I knew she was well worth it!
Purchases all done, we bundled this lot into the boot of her car and she asked me to drive. We got in and before I could start the car Kaye leaned over and kissed me hungrily, tongue probing into my mouth, hand groping my groin. As she sucked on my tongue, she unbuckled and unzipped me, now wanking my growing dick. This was not entirely unexpected of course, but in broad daylight in the mall car park was a wee surprise. I mean, I was thinking she'd suck me on the drive home, not that I was going to complain mind you.
The urgency with which Kaye stroked my now throbbing dick made it clear she was excited as well as in a hurry to get this done. She wasn't a great fan of sucking dick; perhaps my long slow dining sessions at the Y made her feel it necessary to reciprocate? As for swallowing cum, nope, not likely! Today was a different story though, after kissing me for a minute, she sucked my knob in between her luscious lips and proceeded to gobble and slurp on my dick, nuts being fondled every now and then. I reached for her tits, to pinch her nipples and was promptly told off: "No hands, you just focus on emptying your balls down my throat mister!" You have to admire a firm woman, one of those attributes that come with a bit of maturity.
So at five past three on a warm Saturday afternoon, whilst shoppers made their way to and from their cars, I blasted a load of spunk into Kaye's hot mouth. The way she clamped her lips around my twitching shaft was awesome, like a little porn star she milked my dick into her mouth, swallowing and sucking, making sure to get all of it. Finally, with a lip smacking on my purple knob, she looked up and grinningly said to me: "Yummy yummy big boy, now let's get out of here." If this was anything to go by I could hardly wait for the cocktail party!
Kaye was extremely grateful for my splurging on her so generously. I dismissed it, saying she was worth it. Our relationship was a strange one; she didn't want me too close yet always pulled me back when I strayed too far for her liking. It was as if she had a hold over me that I couldn't break... Not like she was the first hot blooded older woman I'd fucked, but there was just something naughty, unpredictable about Kaye that made her a thrill to be with.
