Author's note: I wish to thank everyone for their feedback and constructive criticism. This may be my last entry for a couple weeks based on my lack of time to write However, I do plan to continue the series.
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Mrs. Blair had flown to New York last night. She arrived very late, so she spent the night in the guest apartment. She had just finished taking a shower when Annie had called. She put on a provocative gown with a sheer robe. She had no underwear under the gown. She walked down the hall and opened the door to the penthouse. She quietly closed the door and heard Greg working in the office editing tapes. She quietly walked up to the office door and said "Hello my lover."
Greg spun around in his chair and looked into her eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to her. It seemed that no words were necessary. Their eyes locked together and he took her in his arms and their lips met. What started as a gentle kiss turned into a battle of tongues.
"I couldn't think of you going to Tuscany without receiving your first payment for the great work you are doing. I wanted you so bad that first day you were at the house. As you drove away, I imagined this moment. Mrs. Blair took Greg's hand and led him to the master bedroom. She had him sit on the bed and watch as she removed her robe. The gown she was wearing was virtually transparent showing her tits that were amazingly firm for a woman her age. The nipples were pressing against the silk. Mrs. Blair watched the look on Greg's face. "I want you to be the teacher today. I want to know what it is to experience real sexual satisfaction with a man."
She sat down beside him and he put his arm gently around her. After his shower, he had just put on a pair of sweat shorts and the front of his shorts was protruding out, which did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Blair.
As Mrs. Blair reached inside his shorts and encircled his cock with her hand, she said, "I want to do my post graduate work on sex today. My husband never worried about my satisfaction. About once a week, he would crawl on top of me, with no foreplay, and when he shot his load, he would roll over and go to sleep. I never knew what an orgasm was until I started watching his pornographic sites on the computer and I learned to satisfy myself. I want to experience what Mrs. Barker said she experienced on the plane with you."
Greg said "Before we get to what Mrs. Barker experienced, we need to fully know each other bodies. Mrs. Barker had an instant need that had to be fulfilled within the time limits of the flight. Don't get me wrong. It was fantastic and we will be together again in Tuscany. But for today, I don't just want to fuck you, I want to make love to you."
"You don't know how long I have wanted a man to really make love to me. I knew when you were in my class that you were special and wondered if you had a crush on your teacher. The day you took my picture so frequently at my daughter's wedding, that suspicion was substantiated."
Greg said, "I used to love the way you would sit on the corner of your desk, with one leg on the floor. Sometimes you would be showing a little bit of your thigh and I always hoped to get a look at your panties, but that never happened. When you would lean over my desk to look at my paper, I would get a peak down your dress. Yes, I did have a crush on my teacher. You are also wearing the same perfume right now that you wore in the classroom". Mrs. Blair smiled and as their lips met, he was in heaven.
As they kissed deeply, his hand moved over the silk to gently caress her breasts. His gentle touch brought Mrs. Blair to a level of pleasure she had never known. His hand moved down over her flat stomach and continued to her pussy. He gently massaged it through the silk before bringing his hand back up to the spaghetti straps holding the top of her nightgown. As he lowered the straps over her arms her beautiful tits came into view. He took his time gently licking each one, while his hand continued it's exploration.
Mrs. Blair was also in heaven. His hand continued down the outside of her leg, until it reached the hem of her gown. His hand moved back up the inside of her thigh, taking time to feel the softness of her skin. She spread her legs to give him total access. Right now, this young man could have anything he wanted. When his hand reached the v in her legs, he placed his hand over her pussy and started to massage it. When his finger found the opening, he sucked as much of her tit into his mouth as he could and rammed his middle finger into her. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it tightly to her chest as she held on through and orgasm that rocked her body from head to toe. "Oh Greg! Oh Greg! Oh Greg! She said over and over as the tremors continued through her body. This orgasm had been held inside her body for 49 years and was now being set free. What she didn't know was that stronger orgasms would be felt before the end of the day. Greg held her and they fell back on the bed together. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. This dream that had come true for each of them had to be savored.
Mrs. Blair said, "I want to give pleasure, but I am embarrassed to say I don't know how to give a man a blowjob. Dave always said that only whores have oral sex. Will you be patient with me until I learn?"
Greg moved back on the bed until he sitting at a reclining position of about 45 degrees against the pillows. "You might want to start by removing my sweat shorts." Greg said with a chuckle as he lifted his hips. Mrs. Blair obliged by yanking them off, twilling them around in the air and throwing them across the room. She then looked down at his cock that was easily twice the size of her husband's in every dimension. Kneeling on the bed in front of him, she tried to remember the techniques she had seen used on her husband's computer porn sites.
As she took hold of it, she saw the pre-cum and licked it off, looking up at Greg as she licked her lips. He flashed back to her daughter's wedding and remembered wishing that he could photograph Mrs. Blair in her underwear when he was photographing the bridal party in their underwear. She started to lick around the head of his cock and then long licks up each side and on the underside. She then held the cock out of the way so that she could lick his sack taking each side completely into her mouth. She was very gentle and she could feel the sack tightening. When she returned her attention to his cock, she looked at it and began pumping her hand up and down. At first Greg thought she was just giving him a hand job until she put the knob in her mouth and continued to pump.
She took about 3 inches into her mouth and then started an in and out motion, while continuing to pump with her hand. Her other hand was gently caressing his balls as the sack continued to tighten. He closed his eyes and remembered his school days when he fantasized that Mrs. Blair would make up an excuse to keep him after class and would give him a grand blowjob. Just thinking about his fantasy along with he activities of Mrs. Blair's mouth and hands was bringing him to the brink very quickly. He warned Mrs. Blair that he was about to cum, which only made her pump harder. Suddenly a burst of cum shot down her throat along with several more. On each shot, she swallowed and pumped until he was dry.
She moved up into his arms and asked "Well teacher, how did I do for my first time?"
"A +++++++!"
Greg said, "It is hard to believe that was your first time!"
"I watched a lot of women giving men blowjobs on my husband's computer. Some looked like they would be very enjoyable for the men, and some didn't seem very special. I had carefully planned the first time to be special for both of us I have watched a lot on deep throat techniques, but I wanted to save that for later."
She sat up and had just removed her gown completely just when Greg's phone rang. It was Annie's beep. "Arlene has invited us for dinner at their place. She wants us to meet Frank and spend the night at their house."
"Why don't you go ahead and stay, I really have to take care of Mrs. Blair's needs tonight."
Annie assumed he was talking about the editing of the tapes and documentation to send to Attorney Barker, so she said "OK, I will be back at the condo sometime tomorrow morning."
"Mrs. Blair's needs?" Mrs. Blair asked?
