Love Out Of Nowhere

LOVE OUT OF NOWHERE

Angie listened to Carl's steady breathing. Along with hers, it was much calmer, now, after a prolonged and tempestuous spell of lovemaking that they had both sought. The cougar had gotten her man, but she already knew, and felt, that this was not to be the casual hook-up that she had read about on the websites that she had trawled through as she accepted that meeting a man, at her age, required so much more than she had ever been through.

She had been widowed four years ago and after thirty years of marriage, but loneliness was an emotion that gnawed at her confidence even if she did have an abundance of that. But it was a welcome change to have the companionship and attention of an experienced lover once again.

"Stay there, just as you are. I like to feel you close, Angie," he asked as she moved to lie with her back towards him. Carl preferred to feel her caress as she lay in the crook of his arm, her breaths warm on his enervated skin and Angie's hand claiming all that he brought to her. "You know, by now, that I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, and I can't believe how quickly it's happened."

"I believe it," he replied, tightening his embrace as his hand swept a caress over her body until she stilled its progress. "I saw the attractive older woman with her silky hair, slender figure, and great taste in clothes. Something about your soft voice persuaded me that you would be different from the others I had met in the way that brought us together."

At sixty-three she dared not think of herself as a 'doll', but she did look after herself and did her yoga classes to keep trim, her waist not too paunchy even for a woman of her age and standing some five feet six inches tall. She had long slender legs, full and perky breasts that didn't sag too much and she always worried that her blouses shaped them and her nipples far too well. But she liked clothes, which Carl had remarked on when they had chatted on a dating website before taking the plunge and meeting up.

Carl had been seen among uncounted others and too many to read every bio. She had relied on initial impressions, and his slender-faced looks, mop of dark hair, and easy, even jokey, ways soon found a place in her thoughts of him. She hadn't known it at the time, but Carl was only a few inches taller than she was and when they had finally agreed to meet and learned so much more about each other, it was clear to them that something had been sparked and their age difference was of no concern.

What she did worry about was his suggestion, after a first 'date', which was little more than having supper at a wine bar, that they meet again and that they have fun at a ski dome not so many miles away from where they lived. It was then that they discovered that they 'clicked' and that how it appeared to others, being seen together, didn't bother them. A few tumbles on the slope, and his consideration for her, broke down any remaining barriers, or doubts, about what they were getting into, and they were soon seen to be frolicking as they slithered down the slope, hand in hand or skiing close, chattering and laughing as they did so, their gazes fixed on each other when it was safe to do so.

"I wouldn't have thought to do this if it hadn't been for you asking me," she had confessed, later, as they walked across the parking lot and to his UV, with tinted windows, that Carl used for his consulting work. He had almost been late for their date, but he had called to reassure her that she wasn't being stood up.

"And I've had no time to meet women and to go on dates. Now, I've been on two and want to spend so much more time with you...after the fun we've had tonight...so far."

"So far!" she laughed in response to his teasing ways, even if he had given voice to how she felt and where the evening should take them. "Could we stay here for a while?"

"It's not the place that I had in mind..." Carl soon understood what she was after and looked around the crowded car park and was glad that his utility vehicle with its converted interior had darkened windows. The occupants could see out, but no one would know for sure what was happening inside. "You surprise me..."

"Being with you has brought me to this."

She had confessed to it openly, that she wanted to have sex, and he had met her gaze before she had pointed to the comfortable seating area that he had designed and had commissioned specialists to fit out. She had fallen under his spell and become in thrall to his attentive ways before blurting out what she sought from him.

"We do it all again at my place but take me here first!"

Carl had soon closed the rear compartment door on the world beyond and then helped to ease her out of a fiercely stylish sunny-yellow ski jacket that complimented her tight black slacks and her glacially white wispy hair with its streaks of blonde that he had complimented her on so often.

Wild kisses had followed the first exploratory presses of lips to their lover's mouth. He had needed no coaxing to stand over her as she knelt and tugged at his belt. Down came the zipper in one deft tug and she had felt his hands lift his sweater and T-shirt away as her hands tugged free his erection.

"What you have is no surprise, I felt it whenever you held me close after we'd slid down that slope."

She spoke approvingly as her hands stroked his length, one cupping his sac, before her eager mouth went to work on him, her hands and fingers caressing his shaft as her mouth took more and more in eager sucks and slicks of her tongue on it. Her head bobbed and what she failed to do Carl encouraged with the grip of his hands in her hair.

After so long, in not working a man, she had claimed his slicked shaft, and the taste of pre-cum, had urged her to take him and coax Carl to a climax.

"It's good, woman, but...but not all of that here!" He had not wanted to spurt cum into her mouth as she sucked and was unable to stifle the groans of pleasure felt from the delicious sensation of her tongue rubbing along the underside of his shaft before it flickered and swirled over the tip once more. He had yet to meet a woman who could take all of him beyond the back of their throat. But seeing Angie, the busty and accomplished woman, sucking and licking him was so hot that he summoned up the strength to prevent himself from climaxing.

"It's not fair. I can only take in half," she complained, smiling up at him in the gloom.

"You'll have to take me in you!"

It had sounded more of a command than a plea and she had striped off her slacks and panties. Unable to resist his grip on her hips, and with her pussy leaking out of anticipation to take that thick tool, he had fallen back onto the seat and she had straddled him.

Leaning over him and feeling Carls' hands brush over her belly as he gripped his penis, she had mounted him, stifling her cries as the discomfort of being penetrated after so long had been endured.

"Just a taster....it's just a taster," she gasped as Carl entered, his penis filling her moist heat, and she had soon begun a pleasurable ride that set her pussy's juices gushing. In the darkness, she had found his mouth and they had kissed hungrily, silencing their wanton cries as she rose and fell, Carl's hands gripping her hips and pulling her down onto him, her breasts jerking out of the tempestuous ways they had begun to fuck. "Cuddles...lots of cuddles with you from now on!"

"Call it what you want!" The woman's tugging clamps on him had become too much to bear, it seemed from his deep groans, and she imagined that the pressure in his penis had provoked him to clench his muscles and keep from bursting. "You're getting to me!"

"Just as you are with me!"

Her pussy's muscles had squeezed as she milked him to a wrecking climax, Carl's hands gripping the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her roll-neck sweater and she held his head to them and felt his breaths through the material. His lips had closed around one nipple, then the other, and tugged in time with his taking of her.

"You like them, big as they are?" His attention to them, clothed as she had been, heightened her pleasure and the exchange of snorted kisses had let her know how it was for him, a younger man claiming a woman's body in ways that she had thought might never be discovered again. "Well, do you like them and want me again...but...but in more comfortable surroundings?"

She wanted to see him naked and for Carl to see her undressed, wrinkles and all, her exercise regime and diet not fully holding back the ravages of time. But she had been taken and had felt that there was so much more to share with him, whether it be a deviant interlude or something that would become so much deeper and more committed than a tempestuous tryst in the back of his UV, luxurious as it was.

Carl had answered her at last. "Yeah, I want to be with you again...with the passionate woman who knows how it goes to please me."

She had finally eased off him but not before they had shared in a flurry of kisses. "Passionate creampie, that's what we'll feast on when we get back to my place."

And they had done so.

♥

Carl felt the warmth of Angie's slow breaths on his chest as she lay against him and wondered if she had fallen asleep. After how they had claimed each other it was a wonder that he was still awake, but it always took him a while to come down from the highs of pleasure that he had discovered with any woman, but most of all with her.

She had worked him until he was left with nothing more to give, and he understood the reason for that. Her needs had not been met in years and seeing her for the first time on that website, which he had often trawled through, had surprised him.

He had seen so many women's faces and names listed, but seeing her slender attractiveness, captivating smile, and how she was dressed for one webcam chat had decided it for him.

"I'm doing this because I am lonely, not desperate," she had readily admitted when he had asked her and then laughed in reply to her question, "Are you desperate, a young man like you talking to me, let alone asking me out on a date, me of all people?"

"Age is just a number," he had gone on to tell her after their tryst in his leather-seated UV and after having fun at the Snowdome.

She had defied the years, both on the slope and then in making him feel weak in the afterglow of a draining orgasm. As she had done moments ago, Angie had moaned as her hands clawed helplessly at his bucking hips or as she clung to his head, her arms wrapped around his neck as she rode out a deliciously shared orgasm. He had felt the walls of her pussy clamp on his penis as she worked him until they were both spent, their skins clammy from exertion, and their kisses hungry as they had neared the peak.

"Let it all go in me, darling!" she had called out, "you know that I want that from you whenever we're together."

His penis kept twitching and spurting wads of semen into her until all that was left was the nagging ache that her working on him had brought, and the satisfied afterglow of what had been a wasting orgasm. She was good.

"The website should carry a health warning, Angie."

It had soon become clear, whenever they met, that he always made her laugh and feel at ease in his company, and she had clung to him a little tighter. "It's so wonderfully different with you that I must let go. I love and learn with you."

Finally spent, they had crumpled and wallowed in a heated embrace, their skins slicked with perspiration and glowing from their efforts, Angie's slow caresses as much in response to what had been shared as out of wonder that he pursued her in the ways that he did and sustained his wish for company.

"You waste me...you sure know how to waste me," he had breathed warmly against her throat before Angie shivered and felt him withdraw from her and collapse on the bed beside her and where she now lay.

The older woman, with her fulsome curves, long legs, and slender body, kept winding his clock, but he needed to sleep before his work took him away from her for a couple of days.

♥

She had been dismayed to hear Carl say that he missed her, that the days away and his work only sharpened his need to see her again. Carl had put into words what she felt whenever she thought of him or when he had the time to call her on his iPhone. All that she had believed should be the limits of her relationship with him were now being blurred. His smiling face seemed to swim before her eyes and, as they talked, she had wondered how crazy it was all becoming.

They had been vocal in their energetic demands upon each other, and she had wondered where the energy had been found to keep up with him and to clamp on his wonderfully invasive prick, as she demanded, and that he kept fucking her as hard as possible.

She hadn't allowed for the powers of recovery in the younger man that he was and inventive with it. Now, he reached out to her again.

"Carl, no, you are a darling, but no! You can't love me again...I ache where you've been!"

Angie gasped and tried to push her lustful young lover away, her thoughts in turmoil after what she had succumbed to and then shared with him. She breathed in the musky aroma of their sex and could taste it in his mouth whenever Carl kissed her. He had been wild in his loving with her, the pleasure discovered, again, riotously at odds with all that had gone before in her married life.

But she wasn't going to dwell on that. How things had changed in only a few weeks! Loneliness and the denial of a man's claims on her body are now made up for in ragingly real and tempestuous ways.

Carl leaned on his elbows, the silky warmth of her legs resting over his thighs, and he delighted in the glow on Angie's lightly tanned skin that her tanning cubicle had bestowed. He delighted in her freckled skin, in her full breasts that he again wanted to kiss and caress.

He basked in the clammy warmth of her body against his belly. Despite her calls to him to stop, she caressed his back in long slow strokes, squeezed the skin of his buttocks, and squirmed in her efforts to keep him from reclaiming her, his penis rubbing over her moist lips and prodding into her slicked heat. His continued state of arousal dismayed her, and she could not deny the effect that this had upon her.

"When I rang you, I was still asked to be here like this, to have sex and take you out of yourself...to screw...for us to make love...call it what you want." His tone seemed to convey a casual indifference to her wish to deny what had happened. "I care enough to want to help you through in every crazy way that you want and have wanted from me moments ago, and even from the first times we shared in this."

His blunt ways of speaking astonished her for the expression of a destructive truth.

"I don't know what to do about any of this, that I'm falling for you and your ways," she moaned in dismay as she met his renewed claims upon her, all of it so practised after previous trysts that defied all that had gone before, and she had failed to prevent from happening. After the emptiness of her life, she had done what her late husband, Tom Morgan, had suggested that she should do; to take a young lover and live her life to the max.

"Yes, you do know what to do, wonderfully so. You could have stopped me. You said that there were other men on the website that you looked at and whom you could like..."

"Yes, that I could like, but I chose you, and that's right, you're now going to blame me!"

She tugged on his hair to make Carl look at her, the bed creaking softly underneath them. She had been taken out of herself, completely, and had heard the slap of their skins and ached from her efforts to keep up with him, the slip and squelch of probing and accepting flesh, their cries to each other filling the room.

"Blame cuts both ways, responsibility too, but I can't deny it. I love every moment with you and what I can touch and kiss...and to feel your body against me.' She sought to push his questing hands away as Carl held her to him and sought her concession to his ways once more. "Angie, let's love again, please?"

She reached between them and clamped her hand on his prick that stabbed into her belly, then slid between her thighs. It aroused once more the cramping gnaw of longing that, despite what was being said, coursed through her body with every slicked caress that he offered.

"Stop Carl, darling, just stop!"

"No. How can I stop when we've found how this can go between us again and again?"

She heard his low, persuasive voice, and felt his breaths on her enervated skin as Carl sought her concession to his ways once more. He couldn't force himself on her now that she had given voice to her conscience, but that ignored the effect upon him of being able to hold her, naked, in his arms and to have claimed her moist heat. They had shared in the tempestuous acts of loving and spending, and they had done that in each other's arms. He had offered companionship just as she had sought it on that website but in a wayward and passionate kind. Now, he wanted her once more.

"Darling, you know I get lost in these ways with you, but let me rest for a while." She met a slow kiss to her face, then lips as a questing hand simply cupped her mound as two fingers pressed slowly into her moist heat and grazed over what was now her shaven skin.

"And I can't turn these feelings off, just like that,' he said petulantly.

'I know, and neither can I although it's what I need to do,' she sighed. "I realize that again, now. I needed special moments again, but I can't bear to think too far ahead. Everything is still so new, for both of us."

He gazed down wonderingly at her breasts, so full and round, and he bent to kiss their tips and felt Angie's hands guide him in his claims upon them. She caressed his hips with her thighs and clung to him, breathing in their shared heat and the musky aroma of the sex that had been shared. Wayward pleasure had been found through tempestuous acts that again defied the empty life that she had led until deciding to log onto the website where she had first seen his picture and bio.

Carl paid no further attention to what she said to dismiss what had happened and what he wanted from her again. His weight bore down upon her, and he pushed on her slender thighs to have her spread them wider before he slowly thrust into her warmth, Angie's muscles soon clamping on his questing prick. He proceeded slowly and judged whether what she had told him were just words to delay the inevitable and what her horny lover needed from her again.

She gripped his hips to slow his sinuous movements as he moved to coax her into abandoning any thoughts of stopping what he was doing, and the slow rise of pleasure, and unquenchable yearning, that his ways in her had again aroused.

"You make me feel so good, Angie," he groaned his panted breaths hot on her face as the tempo of his thrusting into her and Angie's responses increased once more.

Angie struggled to resist his ways, Carl's intuition that her restrained responses still revealed a wish to make love with him again. He was in her and all that had to happen was for her to concede and a tempestuous fuck, for there was no other word to describe what they shared, could resume or be pursued without a reprieve.

She slowed him still further in his ways, yet felt the flare of unbearable yearning for him, how his gorged penis filled and stretched her, caressed the walls of her moist heat as he gave her time to accept what would happen again.

"Please, Carl!" she gasped, pushing feebly on his hips, her feet thrashing on the bed as his moves slowly increased in tempo, his long strokes followed by a rush of quick strokes then easing back to slow, rhythmic, thrusts. 'Please slow down...I can't keep up with you!"