Smiling sexily at him in the semi darkness, she lay back across the table and watched as he slid both hands slowly up her legs. Up over her black silk stockings as he stood between her wide-open legs, now slightly trembling at his touch. She felt very excited to be the object of a young mans desires.
She watched the intense expression of pleasure on his face as he felt that softest of soft bare flesh at the top of her legs. That cool feel of skin that was even softer than her silk stockings themselves. He stroked it gently with both his thumbs as he lingered and longed to drag his tongue lovingly up the inside of each thigh in turn and to make her moan for him. Make her run wild with desire, if only they had the time to play some lovers games.
And then on upward moving his hands to those few pubic whisks of dark hair that curled out from the sides of her damp silk underwear. This was too thick a bush to hide under such a flimsy patch of silk. This bush was a positive thicket. It was a place to loose oneself in, a place of hot sweet damp with the heady scent of wantonness in the air. This was a place to thrill and pleasure a young man like himself to the full. This was a place to suck him in and blow him out in bubbles of delicious cummy cum.
John slowly pulled her midnight blue panties down as she obligingly lifted her backside off the table. Holding him tightly in her arms she whispered urgently, "Please do me quickly, before someone finds us in here!"
With her panties down around ankles she rolled over and lay prostrate across the kitchen table with her feet firmly on the floor and her outstretched hands holding onto the far edge of the tabletop.
John thrust a finger up that beautiful hairy pussy as it pouted at him from between the top of her legs. She gasped loudly, urging him to take her quickly. He positioned himself behind her and dropping his pants sank his aching cock all the way into her hole and wallowed in its wet warmth.
"God you feel so good!" John managed to say as he fucked her slowly at first, relishing her soft silky womanhood. It felt so open and willing, and begging him to use it for both their mutual pleasures. He had no idea how old she was, only that she was at least a good ten or fifteen years older than himself. Could even have been more, it was difficult to know in the semi darkness of that small kitchen, at a party where he didn't know anyone to even ask about her.
She was going to cum. She kept telling him so in desperate pleadings as he tightened his grip on her hips, and rode her every stroke of that wonderful way to a photo finish and a perfect 'dead heat climax.'
Finally her throaty cry of 'Yes,' brought him off in a great shower of sperm that made them both shudder with each renewed jet of the precious seed being sprayed it into her thirsty cunt, till all was spent and they could at last disentangled themselves.
"I must see you again." John said, hoping to get to know her better, kissing her desperately, trying to win her over.
"It's not possible I'm afraid." she insisted. "I live with my partner and we never go anywhere but together."
"Well you must go out shopping on your own sometimes, maybe we could...?"
"No!" she insisted. "Look, I don't even know who you are? I don't think I can ever remember being had by someone I didn't even know his or her name." She now felt quite angry with herself.
"John ... John Kilner."
"Well John Kilner, I'm called Pat. Patricia Webster." She now laughed rather shyly, thinking it was all a bit too late in the day for introductions at this conclusive stage of the evening. She pulled up her panties and tried to make herself respectable. "Look I must get back to my partner before he comes to find me."
"Can I ring you then?" John asked hopefully.
She paused for a second then asked, "Only if you promise to play by my rules?"
"Yes of course, anything you want."
She walked over to the kitchen dresser and found an old mug with several pens and pencils in it. A small tare off note pad lay beside the mug and she wrote a number down. "Here you are, but you can only ring me at work on my mobile during the lunch break from twelve to one. Can you promise to do that?"
John told her she need have no worries and without even asking where she lived or worked they left the kitchen and went their own ways.
It was a week later that he rang the mobile phone number she had given him at the allotted hour of twelve. He had wanted to ring her long before this but thought she may not be too keen to hear from him so soon after filling her up with his hot sauce over that kitchen table. Better, he thought, to give her time to maybe want a little more of the same. He knew he was desperate to have her again, but she may not be so keen to be had by him.
Patricia Webster pretended to have forgotten who he was, and John painfully had to try and remind her of when they had met.
"Oh yes, I remember now!" she said coolly, sounding not at all enthusiastic at hearing from him again.
"I wondered if we might meet" John asked, crossing his fingers in hope. "I'd love to see you again."
She paused for a long time and then asked, "Do you know where the cinema is, going out of town?" John said he did.
"Well on the opposite side of the road about fifty yards along are some large Victorian houses. I live on the top floor of number ninety-eight. If you left your car in the cinema car park you could cross over the road and call on me tonight sometime after eight."
"Wonderful!" John told her as she hurriedly hung up her phone.
Dead on the stroke of eight o'clock he walked up the tree lined road under an umbrella as the heavens opened and it poured with rain. Lightening lit the dark stormy sky and thunder roared overhead, as he passed the first of the Victorian houses. At number ninety-eight he climbed the front stone steps of the old house and rang the bell for the top flat. There was a loud buzz and the front door lock was opened and he made his way up the wide stairs to the top floor. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened, and there she was. Standing in the doorway, waiting for him, totally naked.
"Hello John." She smiled at him, as he stood there rigid, quite taken aback. "You look soaked, it's a hell of a night out side." She held her arms open and invited him into the hallway. "Here let me take your jacket. I'll hang it up in the hall to dry off a bit."
"Damn it, but you look ready for anything." John laughed, handing her his damp jacket before kissing her long and passionately. He felt her body all over, loving its firm mature feel, and trying not to get his cold damp clothes on her silky pale skin. Her breasts were big, proud, and beautiful, with nipples so hard as he nipped them between a nervous finger and thumb, they made him think of Chapel hat pegs stood to attention along a wall.
Her cunt was covered in a mass of thick black hair and already moisture hung from her pubes as she let him sink his fingers into her hot horny hole. She groaned loudly, turning to face him as he worked his long middle finger up onto her g-spot. She started to tremble in anticipation of an approaching orgasm. One that had been wanting to cum for the past hour or so, all pent up as she had patiently waited for him. Now she couldn't hold it back a second longer, and simply had to let go.
"Yes ... go on Pat, give it to me ... let it all go!" John urged her on as he finger fucked her cunt harder to make her climax in a wild explosive cry, with her eyes wild and wanton lust written all over her face.
Now she broke free from him and literally tore his wet cloths off. She muttered things to herself in appraisal of his body and the size of his throbbing penis. She was like a mare eyeing up her stallion before letting him mount her, reassuring herself she was going to get a really good fucking. When he was standing naked amid a pile of discarded clothes all but his socks, which he had kept on, she grabbed him and lovingly fondled him all over. Holding his cock in both hands she wanked it gently pulling back its soft foreskin to show off that engorged purple knob that positively glistened with a desire to pleasure her again.
"One hour only." She said as she led him into the sitting room of the flat by his long cock. "Not a second longer or we may be caught." John nodded his head in acceptance, as he had no wish to be caught in another man's flat let alone in another man's woman, and simply followed his cock.
Patricia Webster threw herself back onto the sofa and undid her long black hair to let it fall freely over her shoulders. She opened her lovely legs wide and wickedly stroked her pubes and teased her cunt with the tip of a finger before sucking on it dirtily, watching John all the time.
Falling to his knees, John buried his face in her thick bush and drank in the heady scent of sex that filled his mind with thoughts of fucking her legless. She purred as he ran his tongue up and into her sweet damp and rubbed his nose hard against her aching clitty, lapping up her drooling juices.
She had him firmly in her grip as she now ground her pussy onto his face and felt the tension starting to ratchet up notch by notch making her say wonderfully dirty things to him. John reached for a breast and grabbing one, held on tightly as she started to cum again but this time all over his face in a huge gush of out pouring silky woman's juice. So hot and so sticky.
He licked at her cunt and tried to clean up what he could of this huge ejaculation of pent up lust all in his face.
"Here, let me help you." She offered, getting him to sit by her on the sofa as she kissed his slippery face smacking her lips in enjoyment at her own tasty cum. Lighting flashed across the sky and filled the darkened room. A huge crash of thunder almost deafened them and made them both jump and clutch each other tightly.
"I think the storm is doing things to me, I've not cum twice so quickly for years," she said sliding to the floor and yanking opening his legs wide to suck on his cock noisily.
