Chapter Seven
We laid, relaxing for a while, enjoying the afterglow of love well made.
"It's a week and a half before school starts," I said, "how about you warm up your credit card and we go to Salida for a while."
"Salida?" she asked, "why Salida?"
"Two reasons," I said. "First, it's far enough away we can protect your reputation. Second, it has a wonderful hot springs pool and that's where I'd like to show you off."
She rolled up onto her side and met my eyes.
"You really want to, as you put it, 'show me off'?" she asked.
I grinned.
"I can't WAIT to show the world how lucky I am," I said, lightly brushing the hair from her face.
Suddenly she was crying. Not sobbing or bawling, but just gently weeping, tears running down her cheeks and her nose running clear mucus.
"What?" I asked.
She giggled and coughed, spraying me wetly and then giggling at what she had just done, her hand coming up to sort of wipe weakly at the mess she'd made.
"Davey," she said, her voice thick, "nobody ever said they wanted to show me off before."
I grinned and patted her hip. "If I knew where there was a nudist colony around here, that's where we'd go," I said, "so I could put your gorgeous body on display."
"You know," she said, holding my eyes with hers, "I can almost believe you when you say it," and she leaned forward and started covering my face with kisses.
I pulled her on top of me and held her while she kept kissing me. My hands were roaming over her back and ass and she was making that soft mewing sound she made when she was getting aroused.
I entwined my fingers in her hair and pulled her away, grinning up at her, and said, "insatiable. Now let's shower and get on the road."
She ground her hips against me, the mat of pubic hair a special sensation, and said, very softly into my ear, "please."
I pushed her up until she was on her knees and grinned.
"Insatiable," I said, "scoot up and take my mouth."
Her eyes got big and then she smiled, a true smile and I saw, for an instant, the lovely teenage bride she had been.
She crawled forward and then leaned back, her beautiful pussy right at my mouth. I reached up, rubbed her back, and said, "push."
"Oh God," she sort of moaned, "and you call me insatiable."
I grinned up at her, past the mat of pubic hair, the roundness of her belly, and the swell of her breasts.
"Push," I said again.
She smiled, closed her eyes, and I felt the hardness of her cervix against my lips.
I opened my mouth and took her into it, covering her with my lips and beginning to suck.
And she was flowing again, her breathing hard little gasps. I kept my hands on her hips, holding her still, preventing her from rocking them as she wanted to. I continued nursing until she suddenly tensed and her release splashed over my face.
Spent, she rolled off of me, panting, saying "thank you," over and over.
"Now," I said, kissing her and nuzzling her neck until my lips were right at her ear, "give me YOUR mouth."
Her eyes got big, almost comically big.
"Davey," she said, blushing, "I've never done that before."
I stroked her hair, my fingers entwining in its thick mass, and said, "I am not a rapist and I won't force you, but I WANT your mouth."
She held my eyes for a long five count before she licked her lips and started squirming around to give me what I had asked for.
As blow jobs go, it was really pretty bad. She had no technique at all. She just circled my cock with her lips and started bobbing her head, basically just masturbating me with her mouth. Her tongue was doing nothing and neither were her hands. As I say, pretty bad.
But she DID get the job done. She brought me fully erect first and then made me cum.
As soon as my ejaculation started she pulled away so I wound up cumming on her lips and chin.
She didn't do anything silly like wipe her face or anything, and when she squirmed back around to look me in the eye there was a thick white string hanging from her chin, wobbling interestingly.
And she was smiling.
"God," she said, "I feel so slutty."
I smiled, reached out and touched the string of semen hanging from her chin, and smoothed it onto her lips.
"I keep telling you," I said, kissing her, "good sex is often messy but NEVER dirty."
She giggled.
"Different generations, I suppose," she said, "when I was growing up 'cocksucker' was about the worst thing you could call a girl."
"Well," I said, smiling, "your technique can use honing, but you're an official cocksucker now. Wanna go again?"
She giggled at that and said, "you said something about Salida."
"With a stop in Denver," I said.
She looked at me speculatively.
"I need to get the church bulletin out," she said
"Call someone and have them do it," I said.
She held my eyes for another long moment, flashed a grin, and said, "done."
She rolled out of bed and grabbed her phone. I was kind of proud to see that she didn't do anything silly like try to cover up with a sheet or something.
"Hey," I heard her say, "something's come up and I'm going to be out of town this weekend, can you get the bulletin out, prepare the meeting board, and all of that stuff?
Pause.
"Yes, Diane," she said, "all of the stuff's on the desk in the office."
Longer pause.
"Yes, that pile ((giggle)). Yes, that's right. Yes. Yes. You're a lifesaver sweety, thank you so much," she said, hung up, stood, took my hand, and started to the shower.