Chapter 2 - Seconds
It's just as well the pool was cool as I was generating enough heat to warm it all by myself. The reason? The reason was sunning herself on an exercise mat at the edge of the pool. Tall, slim, elegant, fifteen years older than me, and not a stitch of clothing to hide the view! She was facing away from me as she lay at the poolside, and each time I approached her I admired the beautiful curve of waist into hip into thigh, and the proud jut of her shapely ass.
Jane Burt, mother of my friend, Tammy, and subject of my erotic, teenage fantasies from the age of sixteen, when Tammy first took me home to meet her mom. Fantasies that hadn't been nearly as good as the reality of sliding my aching erection into her soaking pussy not an hour earlier.
Jane turned, coming up onto her elbow as I swam towards her, her smile broadening as I came to a halt, holding onto the rail at the edge of the pool. She blew me a kiss.
"Well?" she said.
"Well, what?" But I knew what she was thinking. The slightly quickened breathing and the erect nipples were the giveaway.
"Well, are you ready for round two?"
I grinned. "You need to ask?"
"I guess not. I remember what young men were like when I was your age, and they don't change." Her smile faded, and she held my eyes. "Although, truth to tell, you're better than I remember." She moved, standing, and held her hand out to me. "Come on, we'll have a shower. I think I'd like round two to be in my bed."
The shower was fun, as Jane was feeling playful, and my dick got a damned good washing. No more than Jane's tits and pussy, of course, and we were both breathing hard when we turned off the shower and dried ourselves.
Hand in hand, she led me to her bedroom. Not a long way, as the bedroom and bathroom, together with a little sitting-room, formed a suite. The bed was big, wide.
"Nice," I murmured.
"Bought new after I threw my husband out," she said. "No way was I sleeping in the bed I caught him screwing his girlfriend in." She grinned. "You're the first man to be here."
"I'm honored."
"I don't know about that," said Jane, coiling her arms around my neck, and kissing my nose. "Do you like oral sex?" she said suddenly, and I sensed that she was strangely hesitant.
Oh, yes! "Giving, or getting?"
"Either?"
"Both!"
"Oh, good! I haven't had a nice, hard prick in my mouth for ages, or a mouth at my pussy for even longer." Her eyes were sparkling, and there was a happy smile on her face. "I think I should eat you first, then you can be recovering while you eat me."
"Sounds like a good plan, Jane. Let's do it!"
"We will, but first I just want to kiss and cuddle, feel your hands on me, put my hands on you, all of the little things first time lovers do." She giggled. "Although usually it's before they fuck, not after!"
"I think I can manage that," I said, and before she realized what I was doing I'd scooped her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. I settled myself beside her, propped up on one elbow. She smiled up at me, and her arm curled around my neck, bringing my mouth down to meet hers.
The kiss was long, hot, a promise, and I slid my free hand over her belly and up to cup her breast. She trickled a little moan into our kiss, and broke away.
"Suck them," she whispered.
Well, I may be inexperienced in making love to an older woman, but I've always responded well to simple directions. Jane wanted her nipples sucked and I was just the man to do it. I kissed my way down her throat and down into the valley between her breasts, then nuzzled my way to a peak, nursing on the nipple. Jane shuddered, and her hand held me to her breast for a moment. I let the nipple slip from my mouth and kissed my way to the far peak, suckling there, rewarded with another shudder of delight from Jane.
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Yes!" Her hand stroked my head, her fingers playing with the hair curling around my ear. She moved, and I sat up to let her raise her torso. She leaned across to kiss me, then sat back a little. "I think it's time for me to use my mouth for something else." Her eyes flickered to my erection, and I laughed.
"Yes, please."
"On your back, Bill, and let me at him!"
The work of moments, and I was on my back, head and shoulders propped up with pillows, my legs parted, and Jane Burt kneeling between them. She reached out, taking my heat in her cool fingers, her other hand cupping my balls. Her lips quirked in a wry smile, and she winked at me.
"I have you in my power, Bill. Your future is in my hands." She giggled, and I laughed.
"I feel safe there."
She smiled. "I'm glad. I don't think Brad ever felt comfortable with me holding him by the balls." She gave a snort of laughter. "Fuck him! He's well out of my life, now. For the moment, until my daughter steals you from me, you're the man in my life." She grinned at me. "Enough chat, my mouth is needed for other things, especially that pretty erection you've grown for me again." She moved forward, bent, and her hair fell forwards, shielding her actions from my view, but I felt it. Oh, boy, did I feel it! The heat and wetness of her mouth slid down over me, her tongue weaving lazy patterns on my rod. Down she went, until for a moment I thought she was going to deep-throat me, but she came back up again, until only the head of my dick was in her mouth, her tongue licking over the sensitive nerves on my glans. She began to bob her head, only an inch or two, but it was enough for me to feel myself begin that slow, wonderful journey that leads from stimulation to ecstasy.
A thought struck me and I chuckled. Jane kept up her bobbing, but her brows rose in query. I shook my head.
"I don't know how many porn films you've seen, Jane, but the cock sucking always seems to be busy, and not like we're doing, with you bringing me on slow and easy."
She lifted her head off me, but her fingers kept up the stimulation. "Haven't watched porn for ages, now you mention it, but I know what you mean." She grinned. "Why? Do you want to film us? There's a digital camcorder downstairs, and a tripod."
I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, but my prick jumped in reflex, and Jane laughed.
"Somebody likes the idea." She cocked her head. "Call me kinky, but the idea appeals to me, too. Record this, record you eating me, and record ourselves fucking. We can watch it for stimulation later!"
"The only stimulation I need is you wanting me, Jane."
"Good answer, Bill." She winked. "Maybe another time, I don't want to lose momentum now, do I?" Her head went down and her lips closed over me again. Despite what I'd said about slow versus busy, the real versus the acted, her gentle stimulation and the warmth of her mouth was bringing me closer to the brink, quicker than I'd expected.
"Not long now, sweetheart," I murmured, and she winked as she caught my eye, her head, her mouth, keeping up the stimulation, the never ceasing stimulation of the increasingly bone-tingling sensations she was building in me.
It had to come to an end, and it was going to be sooner rather than later, I figured, given the sensations Jane was causing in me. Her head was moving a little faster now, and I think she knew what she was doing to me. I was close now, and she needed to know.
"Jane, sweetheart, I'm getting awful close." Her eyes met mine and she winked again, never ceasing her movements. I smiled and let her bring me up to the agony and ecstasy of climax.