Party Girl Ch 02 2

This story follows on immediately from Party Girl, where a mature woman allows a party snog to develop into something much more personal.

Shona felt strange, liberated somehow. Aaron had been only the second man ever to explore between her thighs with his tongue, the only man other than her husband to give her an orgasm that way, and one of only a very few she had ever allowed to penetrate her, take her, to fuck her. What's more all the others had been years and years ago.

As she dressed, she couldn't resist letting her fingers slide down the slick divide between her legs. Wow, was all that just due to her excitement? Then she realised it was a mixture of both her desire and Aaron's evident satisfaction as he had finally orgasmed forcefully into her.

She couldn't resist it. She just had to do it. She slipped her slick fingers into her mouth to taste their join passion. It was slightly salty. It felt so rude, so naughty, so wanton and so fucking sexy. She smiled to herself slightly disbelieving what had just happened.

She had almost been a passenger on a voyage of lust. He had made all the running. He had initiated the kiss, he had slid a hand under her dress to feel her breasts. He had run his hand up her thigh, past her stocking top, to where she knew she should have stopped him. He had slipped a finger under the elastic of her knickers and explored her bareness and the growing wetness as her excitement rose. He had brought her to orgasm with these simple explorations. OK she hadn't resisted. She hadn't moved his hand away from its prying path, but she hadn't actually initiated anything, just enjoyed these new sensations.

When they got to the bedroom things had been slightly different. The undressing had been mutual, but he had gone down on her. He had mounted her with his impressive erection and again, all she had to do was revel in the experience. Maybe she felt a little guilty that it had been such a one-sided encounter, but she had no recent experience of seduction or being seduced. Maybe she should have pleasured him more, but then again, they both got what they wanted and what she so desperately needed: cock and to be fucked.

Pulling on the rest of her things she set off downstairs without waiting for Aaron. He had been charming, attentive, and a brilliant lover but he had served his purpose. Her sex was still twitching from the orgasms, the tingling sensations gradually subsided as all the nerve endings in her most sensitive places slowly stopped signalling their recent pleasure overload.

The couple that had been snogging at the bottom of the stairs were long gone. Her mind raced. Had they found a room? Had her beau been as gentle as Aaron had? Had it been their first time together? Had they fucked? Or had she decided against it? Maybe she had just given him a hand job. Maybe even sucked him off? Who knew? Who cared?

All of a sudden, she cared, she wanted to know. She desperately wanted the details. She had just had a life changing experience, fucking a complete stranger. It had been a totally amazing, liberating experience and sex was all she had on her mind, all that mattered.

She made her way towards the kitchen in search of a glass of water. Her recent adventure had been thirsty work. She made her way round the huge island to the sink and poured some water into an empty glass, her eyes were drawn to a slight movement in the far corner. She couldn't help but notice that the glass door to the utility room was slightly ajar and soft noises, soft, female, noises, were coming from the semi darkness within.

A half-left turn gave her a slightly distorted view of the young couple from the stairs. So they had decided to take things further! Shona was overcome with curiosity, she just had to know, she didn't know why it mattered so much, but it did.

The girl was sitting on the washing machine, skirt ruched up to her waist, legs wide apart and no sign of any underwear. Shona stood absolutely still, frightened of making the slightest sound and disturbing the young couple, ruining the erotic tableau that was being played out in front of her. It was so simple, but it was like a scene from the best porn movie ever made, only better. This was no couple being paid to fuck in front of a camera, this was two people, overcome with animal lust, having sex because they desperately needed to, and it was taking place only feet away.

She felt her excitement rise again as she watched in awe. His trousers were round his ankles along with his boxers, the firm young buttocks of his naked bum were thrusting back and forth rhythmically as his cock slid vigorously in and out of her young cunt.

Her head was buried in his neck, her arms clasped him tightly to her as she willingly accepted his thrusting. He had his hands inside the top of her summer dress stroking her young breasts. The scene was so animal, yet so natural, two humans, overcome with lust, mating before her eyes.

Shona, stood transfixed, in her excited state she realised that this was the first time she had ever seen two people making love. Certainly, she had watched plenty of porn, but that was pretty boring, this was erotic beyond description. Two people whose lust for each other could not wait another second. A lust that didn't leave them time to find a private place for consummation.

Involuntarily, one hand slid down the outside of her dress and pressed firmly against her mons as the other supported her weight leaning on the cool marble of the island. Oh fuck, this was beyond sexy. She felt her sensations building rapidly. The pressure she applied through her clothes increased along with the pleasure, as she watched his tight white buttocks thrusting ever more urgently in between her splayed thighs.

Shona's dress had ridden up and now she was rubbing herself through her still moist panties. Moist with her own excitement and, she mused, Aaron's cum.

What was happening to her? Her whole body felt like a single entity devoted solely to sex. She allowed her hand to slip inside her underwear and slide gently up and down her slickness. The combination of the scene in front of her and the tingling sensations her fingers were producing, made her knees go a little weak. Her pleasure gradually rose towards another crescendo.

It was at that moment that her heart almost stopped. It certainly skipped a beat. The totally unexpected sensation of a pair of hands lightly grasping her hips from behind. Fuck! Caught peeking. A middle-aged woman caught peeking and masturbating at the sight of a young couple in the throws of passion.

This unexpected intrusion should have been totally unacceptable and would have been, but for the fact that she recognised the scent of her assailant immediately. The scent that she had inhaled so enthusiastically not that long ago, during her own moments of ecstasy. Any doubt in her mind was quickly banished by the hot breath on her cheek and the soft French accent.

"Sexy hein?"

One of Aaron's hands slid round to her front and covered her own. It rested lightly on hers, mimicking her movements, adding just a little pressure. At the same time, she sensed the force of his returning erection pressing between the cheeks of her bum. She was masturbating, being helped to masturbate, and being frotted simultaneously.

The probing fingers grew bolder and followed hers down the front of her panties. They joined hers at the very top of her cunt. She knew she ought to remove it, but she wanted to cum. She needed to cum quickly. The danger of discovery, the eroticism of the scene on the washing machine and Aaron's insistenr fingers were taking her rapidly towards her goal, but at any moment, someone could come into the kitchen and be confronted with this most lewd scene. What to do?

Still riveted to the antics on the washing machine, she feared the slightest noise, possibly even the slightest movement, would give her away as an elderly voyeur, yet not to protest at the impudent finger was unthinkable, well almost unthinkable.

The decision was made for her. As the young man's thrusting became ever more urgent, it was clear that their union was reaching its crisis. They both got noisier and noisier until, with a final gasp, he was swept away by his orgasm and his young buttocks quivered with pleasure as he delivered all his pent-up energy deep into her.

Aaron realised what was happening and knew that discovery was only seconds away. As the young couple disengaged and prepared to emerge from the semi darkness, he spun Shona round and glued his mouth to hers. At least now they would just be taken for two people making out, rather than two voyeurs intruding on the young couple's most private moments.

Rather sheepishly, the youngsters emerged from their love nest, unaware that they had been the centre of attraction. They noticed, with some amusement, that in Aaron's haste to make the scene look relatively innocent, both had failed to notice that Shona's dress was still hitched up around her waist and her panties had slid down, a victim of the rapid change of position. His hand was now clasping her naked buttocks.

Witnessing the mature couple snogging, and Aaron's dark hand caressing Shona's exposed buttocks, the young couple left the kitchen smirking.

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