It was SO erotic to wake up naked with a dripping pussy in the morning, especially when the breeze came from the south. That was always best. It brought incredible scents from the new-growth timber that struggled to nourish itself in the humid summer heat. Which brings me back to naked, vulnerable, and wet on the cool morning sheets...
I wondered if she saw me at the window everyday, fingers roaming casual but deep, milking all the sensitive spots I'd found with Angela.
Jean was always relaxing at the pool before I could even peek. Lithe and confident...that she was, sprawled and stretched in the early sun. Perhaps somehow aware that my salacious eyes peered through the vertical blinds. 'Someday,' I thought, 'I'll open them COMPLETELY wide...rub my clit so SHE can watch...'
And everyday, just when my vision found her sumptuous body, her hubby bent down for a good-bye kiss. My pussy twitched when his tongue slipped in her mouth and her fingers squeezed and traced his cock along the zipper line.
Take it out and suck it! my mind would scream!
Even so far away it was easy to see his roundness swell from her grazing, teasing touch. I wondered if he ever told his compatriots about those morning gropes. Ego, after all, is ever horny. And I wondered, too, if his cock was cut or shrouded with soft foreskin like my man. Ummm!!!
When he was gone, she'd peel off her top. I waited for this moment everyday with more drools than I felt at any other time. She was about my age (50) it seemed. Confident (as I said) and so cozy in her striking sensuality. With more personal selfish wishes, I muttered under my breath, "I dearly hope she's bi..."
In dark cool nights later on, I found myself oozing, fantasizing about her. That graceful presence of her beautiful self, garbed in regal maturity and allure. She was so stunning. The woman next door...and I so much wanted her! (And also, HIM!)
As usual, I only padded softly back to bed and let the sheet drape over my tingling body. 'If you could only be more aggressive,' I thought. The wet juice gently coated my pink puffy cunt lips and sluiced to the thighs. There was always then a pungent musk that drifted randomly away on the morning air. I fervently wished that someday, when the wind was right, the breeze would slurry my scent to her nostrils. Now that was just a dream. But someday maybe...
Wistfully, I wanted to see her fingers carouse HER pussy while I watched. "Voyeur" was only just a word before, but now I knew its meaning. 'Just once,' I thought. 'Oh, yes! Let me see. Just once!'
This morning at first was no different than those before. Sometimes I used my twirl-vibe while I peered at her. Most times, not. That is, unless the anal pucker was also very hungry. Then I used the 2-prong swizzler, a newly discovered thrill! Such a delightful toy that was! Humming rather loud (or so it seemed), then muffled more when it burrowed through the gripping confines of both channels. Why did I never know that my ass could suck cock too? Oh, Lord! It felt so good! So absolutely fucking good! The gods had been benevolent indeed when they gave all women two different kinds of pussies!
But today turned slightly strange. I heard a different new sound. Another voice and sharp heels on the flagstones. Could it be Angela? No, dammit! She'd gone away for summer. Who then? Some other competition? Never! What other twitching cunt would dare intrude into my living, breathing fantasy? I wanted Jean for myself!
But sure enough, now seated on the chaise beside her was a new, delicious form - tanned and golden, with cleavage more than mine. And a thong no more than ½" wide!
I hate you...yes I do!
My tits had sagged a bit with age, but not TOO much. Ralph, the bi-male friend who fucked me very often said it was a perfect "pita" for his peter! He loved it when I squeezed the globes around his thrusting cock. He knew I loved his squirt-cums on my face! And I loved it when his legs went liquid and crumbled from the suction of my mouth. His cream was full and viscous, rich and hearty to my palate! He himself was also an accomplished sucker of cock. But -- "Teach me how to suck dick like that!" he pleaded more than once. He tasted so fucking good! But I loved the taste of Angela's pussy just as much!
She was the first woman to fully arouse me. My neighbor on the other side from Jean, her talented, slathing tongue was most obsessive in tasting every drenched cell of my quivering unexplored cunt. She loved it when my legs surrounded her face and trembled when she licked and sucked. God, she was supreme! No one before had made my cum flow like that! It was she who urged me to shave my pussy bare, exposing the dappled membranes to incredible delights not felt when I had my bush. "Now your pussy will feel what the head of a cock feels when it's licked," she'd said wickedly.
And Angela had done much more than eat my cunt. With her teaching, I'd learned that all the "naughty" words, like "cock," "cunt," "pussy," "fuck" aroused the mind and funneled my thinking in erotic journeys not known to me before. David, my now-departed ex-, had thought that eating pussy was "disgusting". So his tongue had never graced that exquisite zone so reactive on the mound, the slit, and inner thighs. And to him, my sensitive ass had been an absolute no-no realm! I never knew, till Angela, that a tongue inside my pucker could make me erupt with such magnificent flows of juice! Just her breath on my sphincter could start an enduring delightful cascade!
