This time, it was different however. She took her time with me and did things to me with her mouth she’d never done before. When I knew I was on the verge of climaxing, I told her as a forewarning, again, expecting her to sit up and finish me off with her hand. But she didn’t. She kept sucking me, even though I was all but ejaculating in her mouth already, trying to warn her without coming out and telling her so. Finally, she just hummed a sort of “Uh huh” around my prick as she sucked it, letting me know that truly was her intention.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven afterwards. Never before in my entire life had I had an orgasm as intensely satisfying as that one had been.
I don’t know how long we just lay there in the dark holding one another, but it was quite a while before we realized we needed to get up. We’d barely gotten dressed, straightened things up with me already walking out the front door when her mother pulled up in the drive having gotten off work a little earlier than usual. I’d already said my good-byes of course and was in a hurry to get home. Anita stopped me at the gate however before I made it out to my car.
“I need to speak to you,” she told me quickly. “Can you come over sometime in the afternoon tomorrow?”
“Ah, sure, yes,” I said wondering, “why?”
“I’ll tell you then,” she said with a serious edge to her tone of voice, then headed on into the house leaving me to stand there and wonder.
I drove home and spent a very listless night trying to sleep. Images of Theresa as well as her mother, both nude kept swimming and dancing around inside my head. Even masturbating yet again didn’t make the sexual emotions and images go away either.
As agreed, I arrived around three that following afternoon. Anita met me at the door, so she must have been waiting, watching through the window for me to pull up. She offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted though I really wasn’t much of a drinker, let alone wine at that. But it did help to calm my nervousness, as I was even more nervous now alone with her than I had been that day in the bathroom.
“I wanted to give you some time and space to think about what I told you,” she began. “I didn’t then, or do now…want to make you feel uncomfortable around me.”
“Oh…I’m NOT!” I assured her. “In fact, I thought that maybe you were angry with me or something.”
Anita had taken a seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her wanting me to sit down.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” She asked.
I sat down, though hugging the opposite end facing her. “Well for one thing, you ignored me completely, so I began to think that you were pissed at me or something, and started to think all kinds of things.” I said honestly, especially as I had been.
Anita smiled softly. “Maybe, maybe I was a little angry, but certainly not with you, more like myself,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“I think you know why without my having to say it,” she told me. I got aroused, carried away in talking to you, knowing you could see me, wondering what affect if any it was having on you. And obviously it did, and that got me aroused even more, so much so, that I wanted to do a lot more than just watch you touching yourself,” she told me.
“You did?”
“Yes, I did. And I thought about it a lot after that too. I used to lie in bed and masturbate, thinking about sucking you, you licking and yes even fucking me.”
Hearing her say the word was like a jolt straight to my prick, and I felt it lurch in surprise and delight, especially that a grown woman would even admit to doing what she’d obviously been doing and thinking about in the first place.
I know my face reddened, “I’ve embarrassed you,” she said. Anita closed the gap between us sliding over on the couch. She was inches away from me at that point. “Would you like to kiss me?” She asked. But rather than waiting for an answer, she simply leaned over doing just that.
I’ve kissed a number of girls, Theresa and I doing a considerable amount of that ourselves, but in all my life I don’t believe I was ever kissed quite like that. When her lips first touched mine, it was a fleeting barely touching kind of sensation. Lured into a sense of easiness, I’d expected her to pull away. She didn’t however, the pressure gradually increasing as her soft sweet lips melted against mine, her tongue suddenly sneaking out exploring my mouth as mine in turn began doing the same thing with hers.
She then sucked my upper lip, my lower, lips once again pressing, tongues fencing with each other. I don’t know how long we sat there kissing like that, it seemed like an eternity. When she finally did break it off, I was left breathless and gasping excitedly. The surprises however had just barely begun. So absorbed in the kiss itself, I had not been aware that Anita had also managed to undo most of the buttons on her blouse. As we parted, she leaned back away from me, only then did I realize what she’d done as her blouse stood completely open, her lacy bra-clad breasts staring at me.
“Wow!” I said. It was about all I could think of to say. The kiss itself had been incredible, but as Anita had sat back revealing to me that her blouse was also open, I was saying “Wow” to the unexpected appearance of those luscious mature looking breasts of hers too.
As though afraid I wouldn’t act, not taking the initiative to finish undressing her, perhaps fearful in fact that she might scare me away, Anita removed her blouse entirely. And that fact wasn’t probably too far from the truth either. Theresa was several hundred miles away, yet for a moment, I feared that she might walk through the front door, finding her mother and I together on the couch at any moment now.
I was certainly aroused, her kiss had accomplished that much all by itself. Now as she reached behind undoing the clasp on her bra, I felt my cock twitch inside my jeans, reminding me that I was about to experience a hell of a lot more than simply a passionate kiss. I struggled with the guilt of all this simultaneously. I was aroused, far more than I had any right to be under the circumstances, but I also felt like if I didn’t get up and leave soon, that I wouldn’t be able to either.
When her bra came undone I knew then I was a gonner. Allowing it to slip down off her arms, her bare breasts stood out before me invitingly, her nipples puckered, hard swollen and in need.
“Did you really like the way my breasts looked when you saw them in the shower?” She asked.
My mouth was bone dry. I felt like a man who’d crossed the Sahara without water as I tried to speak. “They’re…you’re…oh yes…beautiful!” I somehow managed to finally spit out, and simultaneously reached out cupping them each within my hands.
Anita’s laugh was soft, gentle. The smile that accompanied that was filled with promise of things to come as I sat there filling my hands with her tits, marveling at the fullness of them, as well as the incredible hardness of her two aching little protrusions.
“Are they as pretty as Theresa’s?” She asked. I winced slightly at that remark, the unexpected reminder of who I was with and what I was doing once again drawing my attention back to the front door as though my girlfriend could walk through it at any moment. Anita seemed to sense my unfounded fears and immediately acted. If I thought our last kiss was passionate, this one nearly made me climax.
This time she sucked my tongue as though sucking my prick, and in my mind, she was! She was also very good at undoing buttons while kissing which I quickly discovered as her hands had magically undone all of mine. Anita then pulled my shirt out of my jeans, opening it, and began kissing and tonguing my much smaller nipples, though they responded to that with a tingling sensation that gave my prick an even firmer hardness. As adept as she was at undoing buttons, she was even better when it came to belt buckles and zippers.
I moaned as she continued sucking my tongue off, the cool air the first indication that my pants were undone, zipper down. The next, her warm hand seeking me out as she reached through the fly of my boxers fishing out my now very hard, very firm, very slippery erection.
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