The following week was one filled with rest and reflection on the last two months that had been filled with more emotion and sex than I had ever experienced in my life. I had experienced wild, unbridled lust with three of my neighbors, and close, intimate lovemaking with the other three, falling deeply in love with Zelda. I wondered what the next four weekends had in store for me, as summer loomed ahead. Part of my answer came when there was a knock on my door Friday evening at seven.
I opened my door to see Dorothy, the uptight city councilwoman who lived in the big house at the other end of the street. Although I knew she was over sixty, she seemed ageless. She was nearly as tall as I was, and was dressed in a prim business suit that hid whatever feminine traits she might have. Her grey hair was perfectly quaffed, and matched the color of her piercing grey eyes.
I invited her in, and she carried her casserole dish into the kitchen. A frequent visitor to our home, she took charge and set the dining room table for two and pulled a bottle of merlot from the huge black handbag she always seemed to have with her.
We made polite small talk during dinner, and after we finished, I helped her clean up and rinse the dishes. She rinsed, and I put them into the dishwasher. She made coffee, and told me to wait in the living room. She brought two steaming cups of java with her and sat next to me on the couch, and relaxed her stiff demeanor for the first time since I had met her, eight years ago.
She started visiting my Mary when she came home early and found her husband in bed with Ralph, the middle-aged hippy who lived next door to her. David came out to her as bi, and begged forgiveness, but she had kicked him to the curb, and since then, had been living alone in the big two story on the corner. She told me about how lonely she had been and how much Mary had helped her deal with her husband's betrayal.
Then she asked, "Joe, Mary told me all about your life together, and how well endowed you are. David was not very large, and was never able to satisfy me during the fifteen years we were married, so the thought of what we are about to do has me feeling like a school girl."
I put down my cup and said, "Dorothy, don't worry, we are going to have fun this weekend."
When she put down her cup, I leaned into her, held her face in my hands and kissed her full on the lips. As the kiss deepened, I felt her relax, and return the kiss. Soon she opened her mouth, and our tongues started to dance together in our mouths.
We broke the kiss, and she sighed, "Oh, I have missed that so much."
I stood and took her hand. She stood, and I led her into the bedroom. I led her to the foot of the bed, and started to undress. When I was standing in front of her in my undershirt and boxers, I started to undress her, starting with her grey tweed suit jacket. By the time I had removed it and the skirt along with the silk blouse, standing in front of me was a woman I had never seen before.
Supporting a respectable pair of firm C cup breasts was a black lacy demicup Agent Provocateur bra. As I scanned down the rest of her I saw a black lace thong over the matching lacy garter belt by the same lingerie company, holding up the black stockings I had noticed before. All of this beauty was standing on a pair of expensive spiked heels. How I had not noticed them before, I do not remember.
My cock became instantly hard, and was peeking out of the opening of my boxers. She smiled, and reached behind her head, releasing the severe bun and her hair cascaded until it settled over her shoulders, and stopped about halfway to her waist.
She spoke in a seductive voice I had never heard before, "I decided to go shopping and have a makeover, just for you Joe," and knelt in front of me, pulling my boxers down to my ankles. She grasped my cock with her right hand and cradled my scrotum with her left, while she licked my pre-cum from the slit, and said, "Yum, you taste good."
I realized that I was beginning to lose control, and pulled her up to me, kissing her with as much passion as I could summon. I felt her relax in my arms, and reached behind her, and unhooked her very expensive bra.
I backed away and allowed the lacy item to fall, and saw an amazing pair of globes did not sag at all. I grasped her large hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and twisted them. She let out a loud moan, and I led her by her boobs and guided her to lie on the bed.
I took off my undershirt, and climbed on the foot of the bed. I removed her heels, and sucked on her toes. I started kissing her silk covered legs until I reached the bare skin at the tops of them. I could smell her arousal, and saw that her lacy thong was totally soaked.
She opened her eyes and watched as I grabbed the offending item with my teeth, and removed it. I knelt in front of her, and tasted her juices on the thong, and cast it aside. I lowered myself, and prepared to dine on the smooth hairless vulva in front of me.
Dorothy's vulva was not an 'innie', or an 'outie'. She had what I call a 'peeker', where the inner lips are not completely obscured by the outer ones, but just barely 'peeking' past the outer ones. There was no stubble or rash, so I assumed that she must have waxed or had laser removal.
