Part Two.
I was on cloud nine. Bea was exciting and her matured sexual appetite was outrageous, which was just as well because my cock was constantly erect and ready for action. I simply couldn't get enough of the woman's body. I had become addicted to her mature eroticism. It was habit forming and I required multiple daily fixes.
Acquiescing to Bea's carnal needs demanded much of me -- thank Christ I was young and fit! Every morning I would jog to her house, let myself in and race upstairs to find her with the bedclothes thrown back and wearing one of her super sexy, silk nightdresses rucked up around her waist and one breast exposed; a wonderful site to be greeted with.
The dirty madam's next provocative enticement was to finger her pussy and play with the exposed stiffened nipple. I always felt it incumbent to respond mutually, so I would give my shaft a few strokes watching her perform. Then, after a decent interval of interactive playfulness, Bea would beckon me with the fingers she'd been probing her pussy with and have me suck them, before turning her attention to sucking my cock. At this point in our schedule I would slip a couple of fingers between her tumescent pussy lips seeking her proud G-spot. This morning was no exception.
'Good boy.' Bea murmured as my digits found their target and began teasing. 'When you think my needy pussy is wet enough to take this throbbing beast.' She said squeezing my cock. 'Let me know.'
'Your pussy is always wet, you sexy woman. Wet and willing.'
'Then let's get fucking! I feel particularly randy this morning. I want your cock filling my cunt and your balls banging against me.'
'You say the sweetest things, Bea.'
'Do I?' Bea replied taking most of my shaft down her throat and engaging in sloppy sucking. My reaction was to force myself deeper, moaning with pleasure. I grabbed her exposed breast and squeezed it's lovable shape roughly. I alternated my brutality by drawing out her nipple, making it harden further and grow dramatically. Eventually Bea found herself choking on my cock and withdrew it, saliva dripping from its girth.
'Now, while it's wet, Peter, slide it between my other lips and fuck me hard.' I obliged my mistress with a savageness I never realised I possessed, fucking her like a crazed thing. Bea responded to my frenzied love-making and I soon found myself on the edge of ejaculation.
It was later, after we'd showered together, that Bea told me her was friend coming to stay for a few days. She was older than Bea but was assured that I would enjoy her company. Obviously, Bea continued, her presence would impose limitations on when and how we could enjoy ourselves sexually. But no doubt we could be inventive if the opportunity arose.
Well, Bea's friend arrived just after lunch, which meant we had plenty of time to indulge our lust in a more leisurely manner one more time. The two women went into raptures about seeing each other completely ignoring me. I didn't think anything of it and followed them indoors lugging the friend's suitcases, setting them down in the hallway. It was then that Bea turned and introduced me.
'Peter, I'd like you to meet Lara.' Lara extended her arm ready to shake hands.' We shook exchanging the usual pleasantries. It was plain to see that Lara was the kind of woman who turned heads, both male and female. A woman who demanded attention and radiated sexual charm without reservation.
'Bea,' Lara said turning to her friend. 'Am I right in thinking this is the lucky young man featured in that selfie you sent me? The one overtly enjoying your charms.'
'The very same.' Bea replied. Her eyes met mine and she smiled surreptitiously; I reached for her hand and squeezed it.
To welcome her friend, and also appease my lustful desire, Bea had chosen to wear a black pencil skirt and a long-sleeved, pink satin blouse. A simple outfit that accentuated her figure and had me drooling over, as she moved rhythmically guiding the way to the lounge.
The two women seated themselves on the sofa and my attention was immediately drawn to Lara's long legs, as she hitched up her skirt before sitting. I knew Bea was wearing stockings and suspenders because I'd watched her get dressed, but wondered if Lara also flaunted a pair -- Christ, what a thought! She had legs perfect for nylons.
Lara looked at me her green eyes sparkling.
Now, rather than feeling totally embarrassed about the fact Bea had shared an intimate picture with this stranger, I felt honoured that Bea wanted to champion my bedroom prowess to her friend. It gave me a degree of arrogance knowing this. So, as the two women began chattering, I took the opportunity to assess Lara in more detail.
Her class, elegance and deportment were equated by her choice and style of clothes and the manner in which she wore them. The scintillating grey material of her matching skirt and jacket, the collar turned up, clung to her slim body and long shapely legs dramatically, the hem ending around her calves. Beneath the jacket was a red silk top that matched the colour of her high-heeled suede shoes. It was an ensemble that made a statement, telling the world that, despite her advancing years, she had the perfect body for wearing high fashion. So take a look! Fill your boots!
'Well, I can see you have a lot of catching up to do so I'll take my leave. It was nice to meet you, Lara.' I announced turning to go.
Both women responded in unison insisting I should stay. So I did and took up Lara's invitation to sit next to her. Funnily, I didn't feel out of place with these two older women, contributing with ease to their sophisticated conversation. Then, a little while later, Bea suggested Lara might like to freshen up and showed her to the guest room. I followed on, again with Lara's suitcases.
Bea hoped Lara would be comfortable and asked if she required anything else. She said the room was perfect but could she have a bottle of carbonated water if possible. I was dispatched to fetch one returning just in time to see Lara removing her jacket to show off small, but perfectly moulded breasts beneath the red silk top. Lara indicated the en-suite saying she was in dire need of its facilities.
Bea and I left her to it and returned downstairs, where I discovered Lara's vanity case in the hallway. Desirous of seeing more of Lara's body beautiful, I took it up to her. The bedroom door was ajar and so I knocked. There was no reply. I entered cautiously thinking Lara might still in the bathroom and placed the vanity case on the dresser. I was about to leave when Lara came out of the en-suite carrying her skirt, which she tossed on the bed.
"The damn thing's too tight to pull up far enough to pee. The easiest way is take it off." She said pragmatically without paying any attention to me or her state of undress. My eyes followed her uninhibited movement across the room taking in the exquisite sight of long, lithe legs. They were toned, tanned and devoid of any unsightly flesh, the fully fashioned black stockings contrasting her red high-heeled shoes.
Lara's black stockings were classy and of the self-supporting type -- without the need for suspenders. Their lacy welts were decorated fancifully and a single pink satin bow topped off their appeal. Lara stopped before the mirror and began adjusting the tops of the stockings. She saw me watching intently.
