Kevin's mind was racing as he took the bus back to the university. Kristine, aka Red, the girl he had been dating had gone home with her family for the rest of the weekend. His affair with an opera singer had hit the biggest snag ever; she was the mother of his girlfriend.
He checked his email as soon as he got to his dorm. Nothing.
"I don't know what I was thinking" he muttered silently under his breath.
The affair had been going on for months, every Saturday while she was supposedly coaching his singing skills...he had been fucking her brains out, every which way they could think of. When they were caught by the neighbor, they had roped her into their arrangement.
Now it truly was over.
He thought about the last few months, having a middle aged wife as his own personal fuck toy. She had seduced him, making the first move and giving him a blow job that turned into a backseat thrustfest. Smiling at the thought, he thought about her figure. A tad more fit than rubenesque, she was plump and thick in the right ways. Samantha's large breast and goddess hips were perfect for her. He was playing with his stick as he thought of her and the many different ways they had explored their mutual lust. It was with those thoughts in his mind that he dozed off.
Kevin woke to the growing light in his dorm room. His roommate was already gone for the day. Usually, Kevin woke up Sunday morning with an afterglow of post Samantha fuckery. Dinner had killed that. He got going himself; took a quick shower and polished off a breakfast from the campus eatery. Close to noon he checked his email, with trepidation.
Kevin, it began...
"I can't begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed your company these last few months. As I'm sure you're already aware, I cannot continue our affair any longer. I'm sure this comes as no surprise to you, after all, you are dating my eldest daughter. I hope you will continue your relationship with Kristine. She's a wonderful young lady and full of life. She deserves a gentleman like you. Honestly, I'm thrilled for her. As for us, I would like to say goodbye. This may come across as wrong, but I want you one final time to properly say our farewells. I suppose I should ask how you feel about all this? It must have come as a complete shock to you as much as it was for me. If i'm lucky you'll see me one more time. I will be performing in the same auditorium where we originally met at the end of the month. Will you come see me? Please?"
Kevin sat there for several minutes, his mind bending sideways with mixed thoughts. He thought about Red, who he had just started dating. He really liked her, and he was excited to see how their relationship might unfold. To meet Samantha again seemed like the worst taboo ever, yet he felt like it might be the best closure for them. He replied to her email, affirming he would meet her again.
The weeks passed, and between classes & what time he could manage to spend with Kristine, he realized the date was coming closer. He had dropped from ROTC, deciding that it interfered with making time for Red. He bought tickets to the show and rented a suit. As the day arrived, he bought her three dozen roses. It felt right to give her a proper send off. He also put together a little kit bag for their last meeting. An hour before the show he showered and shaved. He put his favorite cologne on his ncck, the wrists and this time on his member. Getting dressed, his thoughts ran over the myriad possibilities for tonight. He picked up his ticket from the dresser and headed out. After a leisurely stroll across campus, he arrived.
The foyer was decorated in Renaissance imagery and decor. People milled about and sampled hors d'oeuvre and sipped champagne. He spotted a grad student he knew and began a casual conversation. Not long after a chime sounded and the doors opened. He took his seat towards the right of the hall. The curtains opened to a contained applause. The symphony began its melodic chorus of sounds that rose and fell with such emotional weight it stirred the heart. She came on shortly after and her vocals pierced the auditorium with her presence. Her voice also rose and fell and punctuated the performance with emotion. Kevin knew she was singing for him. As the performance drew to a close, she finished her set once again dressed in her white silk dress. The crowd stood to give her an ovation that lasted several minutes. The first few rows of viewers started throwing roses onto the stage, as she bowed and waved. Stage hands gathered up the roses as she eventually walked off the stage. Kevin made his way to the front as people began walking back to the foyer.
He reached a door next to the stage on the right, he turned the knob and entered a hallway. He took a spiral staircase up to the 3rd floor and walked to a familiar door. He knocked, and waited. A few moments later, she opened the door still in her gown. She smiled a smile that spoke volumes. He stepped inside, smiling as well. holding the three dozen roses he had bought for her. She took them, breathing in their aroma before setting them aside. She stepped up to him embracing him in a long and sensual hug.
"I am so glad you decided to come," she looked up into his eyes. "I had to say 'bye' properly."
"I understand," he replied. "I felt the same way" as he kissed her between the eyes.
He hugged her again, holding her against him, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. Then he gently turned her to start undoing her dress, unzipping from the top all the way till it stopped at her bottom. His hands went inside the dress and cupped her breasts from behind. She leaned back into him as her dress fell to the floor. She looked back at him over her shoulder as he kissed her deeply. Her hands joined his as he fondled her D cups, then moved one behind her to grope his stiffening root. His hands started roaming her body, one hand reaching down to her mound. She was completely shaved, her pussy nice and bare for him to enjoy. She opened her legs slightly for him to finger her pebble, which he did. The breathing kiss became ragged as her chest rose and fell, pressing into his hand that kneaded her mammaries. He turned her around and guided her to a long couch. She took his jacket off, tossing it to the side, then unbuttoned his shirt. She tugged his belt off, then undid his pants and dropped them. Her hand immediately reached for his wooden oak that was at full staff. She squeezed it hard wanting all of it all at once, but also wanting to wait and make it last forever.
She was about to sit and start giving his cock a proper face fuck, but he paused her, laying her down on the warm leather couch. He knelt next to her and started kissing the length of her body. Little peck here and there, starting at the ankles and up her shin, then her thigh. Slowly but surely his lips gently kissed and gave little licks all over her. He would pause and blow cold air those same kisses, making her body quiver in anticipation. Her body stretched and pulled, yearning for him to take her and pleasure her. He turned her over and repeated the same kisses/licks/blowing of air all over the back of her body. He methodically made sure to kiss every inch. He stopped for a second and reached into his kit bag, producing a erotic massage oil and started rubbing it the entire length of her body. His strong hands genuinely massaging her body, he made sure to tease her as well. He rotated her and did the same to the front of her body, especially her breast and vulva. She was covered in massage oil, her eyes closed and enjoying the moment. She felt him step away, but remained there waiting for him.
When Kevin returned, he had the heads of several roses which he now started to tear the petals off and let them rain down on her shiny physique. Her smile widened as she could feel the soft velvet of the petals on her skin and smell that unique aroma of roses. He laid down on top of her, and started kissing her again. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her hands reaching over his back in a caress that said "I should never let you go". They kissed and sucked each other's lips as he started grinding against her. "Eat me first," she pleaded.
"Yes Mistress" he obeyed.
Almost immediately she started moaning as he kissed his way down her body, starting at the collar bone, then to her ample breast and with large areolas. Down her soft belly, lingering at her navel. His hand rubbed the inside of her thighs making sure his thumbs rubbed both of her labia and teasing her clit. As his mouth made its way down to her veejay, his tongue swirled and licked its way to her opening. He dove right in, pulling her labia out with his lips, swirling them as if he was french kissing her vulva. His lips, wet with her juices, roamed around her box, enjoying her taste and aroma. He pushed back her legs so her knees were approaching her shoulders, and pushed his tongue and mouth towards her bunghole. His worship of her clit/labia extended now to a rim job as well. Her groans increased in a rumbling low passionate growl. Her legs shook as her first mini-orgasm hit her.
