She was sprawled naked on the bed, wantonly displaying her body. Her full breasts had slipped slightly to each side of her chest, lacking the support of her bra.
It had been a long journey to this point, and as a mature woman, actually a really mature woman, she would have doubted that she would ever be in this situation, and particularly with someone she barely knew.
The darkness of the shaved head was a stark contrast to the paleness of her mature thighs as it moved around skilfully, seeking out her most sensitive places, intent on pleasuring her.
Her pussy was freshly shaved, not that it was visible, Aaron's head was covering it as he applied his full lips to the whole area around her cunt.
Even the last few straggling hairs had been carefully plucked from her garden with tweezers, an act of love by her hubby of many decades, who regularly tended to her.
Aaron was a master of cunnilingus. His mouth, his tongue, her clit, the saliva, her juices, all combined to make this a highly erotic experience. The long journey was coming to its conclusion.
How did she get here? She had only had a few lovers in her whole life, and the last one was over thirty years ago. Well over, probably nearer forty.
She remembered the excitement of being a newly wed, all that sex! Those nights, those mornings, all that energetic fucking, but since then always with the same man and no regrets, no regrets at all.
As for oral sex, that had come much later. At first it surprised her. Why would a man want to do that? Remember there was no porn then, no internet.
Once she got over the surprise, she had revelled in the new sensations it could bring. There were things a man could do with his tongue that he couldn't possibly do with his cock.
The memories flooded back as her first orgasm washed over her. Normally one orgasm was sufficient, especially now a days, but tonight was going to be special, very special.
She had flirted with other men at parties, even snogged a few which, at her age she found exciting, but tonight was the first time she had let any other man go down on her.
Aaron was that man, tall, very tall. Handsome, for sure. And dark, very dark, well that was no surprise as his family came from the Congo.
They both enjoyed the atmosphere of these slightly avant-garde parties. The free flowing alcohol, the sensuous music and the furtive snogging of someone else in a dimly lit corner. Allowing another man to feel her ample breasts. It brought back memories of all those years ago, BM or before marriage.
Many things had attracted her to Aaron, his looks, his slight french accent, his imposing stature. He had been a riveting conversationalist with a range of interests, but he seemed more interested in her.
Why would such a man find her interesting? She didn't care. He was young, probably only in his forties, stunning looking, and was interested in her, her interests, and indeed her body, a body that had seen life and now had over six decades of history, or is that experience?
She was flattered. He kissed her softly on the lips. He smelled delicious. She tried not to show surprise as the jolt of electricity ran through her from lips to toes. Just such a soft kiss, but full of so much promise.
As the evening wore on, they became more adventurous, they snogged. One of those luscious, languorous, snogs she remembered from her youth, she was melting. This was reliving her teenage years.
One of his hands slid down her back and gently stroked her bum, while the palm of the other slid lightly across her breast, sensing its fullness through the light fabric of her dress. She'd been to parties like this before, when men had fondled her gently. She knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but it was just such fun.
Convention dictated that she remove the offending hand, but it was just too exciting, so she always let it continue. I mean, after all, it's only a breast, she reasoned.
The snogging and the fondling continued. Somehow, one of her hands slipped between them and found the front of his trousers. He was swelling. She was flattered. She became damp with the knowledge that such a much younger man found her sexually exciting.
She hadn't been in quite this situation in years. Her libido was rocketing, the knowledge of being desired physically was acting as an aphrodisiac.
He became more adventurous. His warm hand slid inside her bra. It toyed with a nipple. The nipple sprang to erection.
Oh, this was beyond delicious. If only she could drag her husband home for one of those rumbustious shags of their youth, but alas that was no longer an option.
She stroked the front of his trousers, revelling in his hardness. As they caressed each other, she felt herself become wetter. God she missed erections. Hubby was still attentive, still went down on her, but alas: no erection: so no actual fucking!
He manoeuvred her gently into a corner, still standing, and allowed his hand to slip down over her thigh. It was warm and firm.
She shivered. This was new. A snog, yes. A breast fumble, yes. Even a hand inside her bra toying with a nipple was known territory, but this? This was new.
The hand made its way up her leg. This was unusual. This was not what was expected. Normally a snog and a breast fumble were as far as it went. That was innocent enough, and yet naughty enough to be exciting, but this was new and very, very exciting. She willed him to keep going so she kissed him more enthusiastically.
His hand reached the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. She caught her breath. Fuck! This cannot be happening! She loved having her breasts fondled, but this was slightly scary, scary but very, very exciting. Oh please don't stop, she thought silently.
His hand moved inexorably higher over the bare flesh until it contacted the elasticated leg of her cotton panties, the cotton panties that were covering her awakening sex, her last line of defence.
Her pulse started to race. Was she going to permit this invasion? Thoughts conflicted in her head. On one hand she wanted it to continue, it was so like being a teenager again.
On the other, she and hubby had occasionally snogged others at parties, even groped and been groped, but all innocently enough. This was a much more intimate experience.
