There's just something about taking off a beautiful woman's panties for the first time.
I slid my fingers under Laura's sheer, tiny black thong and she lifted her hips to accommodate the effort. She propped herself up on her elbows, and with one hand, reached behind her and unclasped the matching black bra, exposing her perfectly proportioned breasts, speckled with spectacular freckles, her pale pink erect nipples poking upwards like gumdrops. She lay gloriously naked before me, and she looked up at me with those mischievously twinkling green eyes, and uttered her desire.
"Eat me," she said simply.
It had been a very good first date.
Even though our fledgling relationship was barely three hours old, I had already determined that Laura was perhaps the most beautiful fifty-year-old I had ever met. Better yet, she was as sweet and kind as she was horny. There is a truism about the innocent looking ones being the hottest and most creative lovers. I was about to find out.
We had shared intimate electronic and telephonic foreplay for several weeks, escalating in intensity, prior to this evening. Laura had advertised that she was even more attractive in person than her sensational photos on the dating site had indicated, and she was so right. She had also confessed that she was multi-orgasmic, and that never ceases to capture my attention and imagination.
Slender with golden blonde hair that hung over her shoulders in adorable waves, and a gregarious though sophisticatedly restrained manner, at least publicly, Laura reminded me instantly of Sweet Polly Purebred from the cartoon series 'Underdog'. And I offer that in the most favorable way possible. Sweet Polly always looked lovingly and longingly at her hero, and maintained a coquettishly flirtatious demeanor, on-screen at least. Yet I suspected that once the cameras stopped rolling, Sweet Polly fucked Underdog's eyeteeth out.
Laura's skin was pale with an alabaster-clean Irish-girl complexion. Her thin lips, which I had already tasted and savored, were devoid of any discernible lipstick, but her mouth was naturally delectable. Her kisses were at first warm, teasing, almost bashful, yet we had quickly escalated into a torrid make-out session right in the middle of the parking lot of the restaurant where we had just shared cocktails, and that had led to her invitation to follow her on the short drive back to her house. In fact, there was only one thing wrong with her mouth.
My cock wasn't in it. Yet.
As I followed her in my own car, hard as a rock in anticipation of the events to ensue, I mused at Laura's own curious though incredibly accurate self-description. All women seem to have a tendency to compare themselves to another woman with celebrity status (why must they do that?). My favorite was the redhead who insisted she was a spitting image of Ann Margaret, when in fact, she would stretch to reach Kathy Griffin's level. Most blondes who have achieved their desired hair color from a supermarket shelf would have you believe that they are Marilyn Monroe reincarnated.
Laura, on the other hand, refreshingly mocking herself to some degree, revealed that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Marilyn from the old TV series 'The Munsters'. For those of us old enough to remember, there wasn't an adolescent boy who didn't fantasize about boinking Marilyn silly, or dreaming about burying their tongues into her golden triangle. And it was true, except that Laura was exponentially more stunning, and soon to be entwined with me, in real-life.
So, as Laura and I sensuously disrobed each other within seconds of entering her house, peeling off clothes while groping and kissing passionately, leaving a wrinkled trail of our wardrobes on a path to her king-sized bed, all comparisons were rendered moot. There was only one Laura, and she was uniquely ravishing.
And I was about to ravish her exquisitely trimmed and glistening golden pussy, as she repeated her imploring invitation.
"Eat me," she purred, more of a command than a request, as she reclined on the mattress and pulled apart her waiting, glimmering slit, exposing her bright pink inner labia. So I did. Oh, boy, did I ever........
I placed my hands on the tops of Laura's smooth, flat tummy and slid my thumbs over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She instinctively spread her legs wide apart and I eased my fingers up to the edge of her pussy lips. She moaned deeply as I felt a shudder run through her magnificent body, a body of a woman fifteen years her junior. She simply defied chronological time. Pinching her swollen pussy lips lightly between my digits, I began to tease her swollen bright pink outer labia. As her head buried into the downy pillow, she shook it from side to side as she reveled in the sensation of my fingers caressing and exploring and fucking her most sensitive flesh.
I traced small ovals over her clit, now peeking through its salmon-hued hood, and it stood up at attention. I pressed the sensitive nub between my fingertips and began to tease it gently, slowly, barely grazing my tongue tip on her. Laura's body shook with the beginning of a climactic release as I made oral love to the most sensitive part of her body. I snaked a finger deeply up into her channel and magically found the spongy mass of flesh, her g-spot on her upper vaginal wall.
Her body began to convulse involuntarily. Small ripples formed on her abdomen as she gripped the sheets firmly, desperately trying to stave off and prolong the intense flood of ecstasy that was building from deep within. I sucked her clit between my lips. Normally, I would tease for a longer period, but I had mercy. Laura needed to cum, and I knew it would reap benefits throughout the evening and into the morning if I gave her what she craved.
I traced the letters of her first name on her pearl and inserted a third finger into her quivering hole. She gasped and her insides flooded as her entire body shook on my already saturated face. I leaned forward, more deeply into her now humid and pulsing gash and placed a warm, wet kiss on her erect clit, sucking it into my mouth. Her body shook once again as her insides let go with even more cum, splashing me with a delectable squirt of her fluids. The multi-orgasmic self-description was off to a very convincing start.
I gave her a brief interlude to allow her to capture her breath. She was still writhing from the after-shocks as I kissed her creamy inner thighs lovingly, watching her face the entire time. I began to reach down and stroke my own wildly twitching cock, fully engorged in anticipation of what was in store for him.
Her green eyes opened, just slits of emerald, as she gazed down at me dreamily. "Your tongue...God, it's fucking amazing. It's like you have an instruction manual for my cunt."
