Nancy arrived at my home at 9 o'clock on Thursday morning. We'd been planning a long weekend to Nantucket for weeks. You know, the attending-a-wedding kind of weekend, upscale of course. We were staying at the White Elephant where we would follow the crowd. There were, of course, all kinds of structured events -- a breakfast here, a luncheon there, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, and let's not forget the wedding!
Two years ago, we had met at another wedding on Nantucket. Both recently divorced and flying solo, we were introduced, hit it off, and spent most of the weekend escorting each other to the various activities. Nancy's two daughters were with her. Linda, 21, had just graduated from Boston University, while Ellen, 20, still had a year to go at the University of Rhode Island. They both were in the wedding as bridesmaids. The bride-to-be, Tricia, was their cousin, Nancy's niece. The groom, Peter, was the son of an old friend of mine. That's it for the introductions.
As I said, we hadn't met before that weekend, but had heard of each other. We danced a lot with one another at the reception, and from the closeness of the slow dances, it was evident to us both that we shared an attraction, and I hoped that we would be consummating that before the weekend was over.
Well, when the reception was starting to wind down, I escorted Nancy back to her room. We were both very touchy-feely, so it was a natural thought that it might lead to more. As we approached her room, the door was ajar. Linda and Ellen were changing before going out to party some more. They hadn't heard us outside the door. They were having a very serious conversation, with Linda saying, "Look Ellen, I know you're still a virgin. There's nothing wrong with that, but you've got to put out something or guys will just think you're frigid, a tease, or even gay. Not that there's nothing wrong with that either, except you aren't gay, so if you're going to be out with a guy, and don't want to fuck him because you're afraid, then you have to take care of him another way!"
Ellen, in a defensive way said, "Look, I'm not just going to go down on some guy because I don't want him thinking I'm cold, or a tease!" Linda jumped right back saying, "That isn't what I mean, and you know it! You spent two hours grinding with Rick on the dance floor. You tell me you like him, so don't leave him with a case of blue balls. Tell him that you're not going to fuck him but that you want to play with his cock. Tell him that you're inspecting him for future use. Let him play with your nipples while you're doing it. If you think he'll try to force himself on you further, just make sure his pants are around his ankles. You can run a lot faster with your skirt up, than he can with his pants down!" They both chuckled at that, and could be heard making their way toward the door. I grabbed Nancy's arm, and ushered her two doors down the hall to my room.
As soon as we were safely behind my door, Nancy was quick to say, "Wow, that's a whole lot more than I needed to know! It's nice to know that my youngest daughter isn't a slut, but I put her on the pill 5 years ago. I would have thought she'd have given it up to some nice guy by now."
We talked about it for awhile and had a few laughs. Nancy was ready to call it a night, and as she was making a move toward the door she turned and said, "Have I been a tease tonight?"
I'd have been stupid to let this opportunity go by. "Well, not quite a tease, but I was hoping for a little action. I've been divorced for 18 months now. Before that, there wasn't anything happening for at least a year. I had to behave myself until the divorce was final. I'm as horny as a three-balled tomcat, but don't let that influence you."
Nancy doubled over with laughter. When she finally gathered herself, she said, "I'm not fucking you tonight, but maybe taking a page out of Linda's book would be ok. So, I think I'd like to inspect the equipment for future use." More giggles ensued from both of us as she unbuckled my pants, lowered them to my ankles, and then pushed me back onto my bed. Very quickly, she wrapped my belt twice around my ankles, and then re-buckled it. That brought another laugh from me. I said, "If you get off script, I'll let you know."
Nancy disappeared into the bathroom for a couple of minutes, telling me on the way not to move. When she came back, she had that little bottle of hotel-provided body lotion in one hand, and her panties in the other. "I have an ongoing problem with carpel tunnel, so I'm going to induce you with a little prop." That said, she draped her panties over my nose, applied a generous amount of lotion to my cock, and asked if I objected. I shook my head no, whereupon she said, "I had already figured that about you, so inhale deeply while I change the color of these balls. I'm going to give you the handjob of a lifetime. I'm going to polish this knob like it never has been. Sometime in the near future, you'll be taking care of me, but for right now, I'm going to make your cum shoot high in the air. Can you smell my pussy on those panties? Can you feel how wet they are? I thought about giving it up tonight, but Ellen convinced me it was too early, even though I could feel this cock rubbing against me most of the night. Then Linda's little lecture convinced me that I needed to be nice. By the way, you have a nice cock! If you haven't noticed, I like to talk dirty during sex. The dirtier, the better! I'll be fucking this bad-boy cock of yours in the very near future, you know."
She lightly stroked my cock up from its base; dragging one finger through its slit. "When I suck your cock later, I'll be sticking the tip of my tongue in here. Guys really like that, I'm told." I nodded.
I was on the brink in less than two minutes. No girl or woman had ever talked this dirty to me or brought me there so quickly. I said, "Maybe you should give Ellen some pointers." She quickly responded, "I'm thinking I'll probably do just that,...and I'll use you for show and tell!"
That did it! I fired the biggest load of my life. She managed to aim it straight toward my head, and as a huge stream landed on my forehead, across my panty-covered nose to my mouth and chin, she whispered in my ear, "You'd better lick your lips, if you ever expect me to swallow in the future." I complied without thinking about it.
"Good boy," was all I heard before nearly passing out.
When I came out of my stupor, she was laying next to me. Her blouse open, and front-closure bra open. Her knees were up and spread as she said, "It's my turn! I like to have my nipples licked, kissed, and sucked while being masturbated. Keep it slow to start. I'll let you know when to advance or slow down. And, leave your pants around your ankles!"
I rolled to my left, going right to work. Nancy was certainly someone who enjoyed sex in ways I wouldn't have suspected. The talking dirty aspect had really surprised me. She seemed so proper in every way - not stuffy, just reserved in presenting herself. So I decided to follow suit with some erotic speaking of my own. "Your little man isn't so little. It's bigger than your nipples and very responsive. In the future, I'll be giving it a lot of oral attention, but not on the first date. Also, I'm not opposed to this light bondage thing. I'll be reciprocating. Do you normally experience multiple orgasms?"
"What about Ellen? Do you think she'd like this, or should I just go right down on her and show her what being licked to orgasm is like? I love eating pussy!"
With that, she had her first. It wasn't earth shattering, but enough to draw a long sigh, and an audible "thank you." I was still massaging her inner thigh and licking her nipple, and more importantly, her eyes were still closed, and her hips were still undulating. I slipped my fingers down along her opening, not inserting them, just following the river of juices. "You're really wet; I should clean you up a bit." With that, while lightly massaging her clit with my thumb, I lightly massaged her anal star using those juices, and sucked hard on her nipple. Wow! She exploded with a series of orgasms, finally rolling away from me when she couldn't handle it any more.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Those were Nancy's first words, followed by a deep blush, and more words of apology. "I don't know what got into me. I'm not like this. Please don't tell anyone."
I took over the conversation. "First of all, I can't think of anyone to tell. So, you're safe on that front. Second, you were driven by the same things that made me accept your advances and participate. You've been divorced for a while now, and haven't gotten laid recently. You're horny! Your daughters' conversation was the spark that ignited your libido. And let's not forget all those drinks. They do have a way altering resistance. So, I'm not telling. Your moral & social standing will never be questioned as a result of anything I might say or do. If we were to part right now, this would remain our secret until YOU told someone"
You looked at me, and said with relief in your voice, "Thank you for that, but who would I tell?"
"Maybe you'll recall it to Ellen as an incident from your teen past, when instructing her in the fine art of relieving blue balls. As for the show and tell offer, that will remain with me as fantasy fuel for years to come, unless you follow through, of course."
By this time, Nancy had finished dressing and making herself presentable for the walk across the hall. On her way to the door she turned and said, "You're a gentleman, Will. I'll be heading down for breakfast at 8 in the morning. If I call when I'm about to leave, will you join me?"
I nodded yes. I wouldn't miss it. After she left, I rolled over to stretch, and right there in front of my eyes were those still-damp panties. I quickly inhaled their aroma. Just as I exhaled there was a light tap on the door, followed by a whispered, "I forgot something!" I immediately responded, "It's more fantasy fuel for me! See you in the morning." A little giggle, and the sound of her door closing, told me she was ok with that.
The next morning, we met in the hall outside our rooms. Ellen was with her. Linda's head had only recently landed on her pillow, so noon would be a better estimate for her appearance. All through breakfast, our conversation was normal, to me anyway. I thought Ellen appeared a little distracted, but wrote it off to her ongoing sex-related paranoia. After all, Nancy's lips were sealed, and I hadn't said anything that would even imply last-night's activities.
