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[latebloomer]

She caressed me all the way down my body. Despite myself I began to relax. Her hands ran across my chest. I felt their warmth down my stomach, towards my groin. They moved down my thighs, then my legs. They moved back up again. All the while the touch was gentle, soothing. There was nothing sexual. Her fingers slipped past my groin. Their tips ran along and just beyond the lines of my brief.

It was nice. It wasn't quite what I was expecting but I enjoyed it. She repeated the sequence a couple of times. My breaths grew deeper and slower. I was almost dozing off. Thank goodness she chose that moment to stop. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. I had to nod my head. I really did.

Then it was her turn to lie down. I sat on the bed to her right. I looked at her body for a moment. "Are you ready?" I asked her. She hmmed and nodded her head. Imitating her movement I began. I gazed at her face as my fingers grazed her brows and moved down her cheeks. She looked good for her age. She was unwrinkled and she had these thick plump lips that made me want to kiss her. There was a small smile on her face as I shifted my hands down the sides of her neck.

My fingers traced their way across her shoulders. They moved down her arms to her hands. They caressed their way back up to the shoulders. I shifted my hands over to her chest. I felt her bra under her sleeveless blouse. I cupped her breasts for a moment. I watched her breath catch before she got it under control. She breathed easier when I caressed her stomach.

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[latebloomer]

My hands followed the curve of her hips around to her thighs. Her leotard felt silky under my fingers. Still I'd rather be touching her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers closed to her groin. I could see the Y made by her closed thighs. Her belly was flat, very good for a woman in her forties.

Down her legs my hands ran. The raspy feel of the leotard under my fingers gave me a sensation like the sparking of static electricity. I felt the softly undulating curves of her thighs and calves. I watched her chest rise and fall. It was an interesting afternoon.

Gradually I grew bolder. I dipped my hands under her top. I caressed the skin of her belly. My fingers touched the lower edge of her bra. Then my hands cupped them and my fingers reached over the upper edge. I was touching the top halves of her breasts. She has small breasts, barely a handful, but it was still exciting watching her reaction. She gasped at the first touch but kept her eyes closed. She offered no comment or resistance. After a while, she stopped me, got up to somehow remove her bra without having to remove her top first. She turned away from me when she did that. Then she turned around, gave me a glance before lying back down, all without uttering a single word.

I started the soft, soothing massage again. This time my hands lingered over her chest. I caressed her breasts from outside her thin top on my way down to her legs. On the return journey however, my fingers dipped underneath to caress them directly. Her reaction, ironically, became less dramatic. Besides a sharper intake of air initially, she hardly seemed excited by my palms playing over her partially erect nipples. Despite my initial excitement, her reaction dampened my interest rather quickly. The caressing massage became routine.

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[latebloomer]

I explored the soft curves of her hips. My hands flowed down her waist. I dug my fingers in as they reached the sides of her plump behind. I let them linger. I had to be content with the partial exploration. The rest of her behind awaited a chance to turn her over.

Soon I gave in to the relaxing stupor. My hands moved as if on their own. My mind began to wander. She fidgeted slightly but said nothing. I continued to caress her body but felt no excitement otherwise. Her chest moved up and down slowly. I thought she was falling asleep.

"This is boring!" she suddenly exclaimed. I opened my eyes to find her looking back. There was a wry smile on her face. My hands had paused over her breasts. "I'm falling asleep!" she said, "This is too soothing!"

"Well, you wanted to relax," I said. I kept my hands where they were. This is where it gets interesting, I remember thinking.

"But not till I fall asleep!" she said. With that, her right hand reached toward my groin. My body reacted with an awakening erection. "Mmm, this is better," she murmured, her hand pressing more urgently. Her reward was a rapidly hardening dick. The corners of her lips began to turn up.

more...ohh...more?

[latebloomer]

"How about this then?" I asked. I flipped her top to expose her breasts. I lowered my head towards the left one. I took a final glance at her before the plunge. She was staring intently, a grin growing on her face. My left hand cupped her right breast as my lips made contact with the dark-brown areola of her left nipple. The hand grasping at the erection under my briefs gave a sudden jerk before continuing

"Mmm..." was all I heard as I launched my mammary assault. I felt the bumpy texture of her areola on the tip of my tongue. I felt the soft nipple stiffening in my mouth. I squeezed her other breast. The "Mmm" continued, louder and longer. The pawing at my erection grew more urgent. "Wait," I said. I stood up and removed my briefs. As I sat down, her fingers quickly encircled the stiff organ.

My lips returned to her breasts. I began alternating between the right and the left. I tried sneaking a hand to touch her groin but she forestalled me. "No," she said, shaking her head, "Please!" I gazed at her for a moment. Then I nodded. My sneaky hand began its retreat from her belly. Whatever, I thought, later then. I went back to her breasts.

By then her hand grasping my erection was pumping it at a fairly regular rhythm. It felt good having it gripped in her soft hand. It was obvious she was not very experienced with the technique. She was simply jerking it up and down, with no finesse at all. Still, it was doing the job.

you want more?

[latebloomer]

As I suckled, I decided to try another spot of exploring. This time, she allowed me access to her soft plump belly just north of her groin before calling the stop. "Please," she begged, "I'm not ready to do that." Then she added, "Not yet." I shrugged, went back to her erect nipples.

I didn't hear it well at first. I was coordinating the nipple-sucking, breast squeezing, with catching my breath. It wasn't easy, I'd realized. I would go on too long with the suckling, and find myself breathless and lightheaded. Then I'd had to catch my breath before diving in again.

Slowly it crept up on me: she was moaning, and rather loudly too! She was trying her best holding it back. When I started, she kept silent no matter how vigorously I attacked her breasts. She kept her eyes closed as well. Her right hand continued jerking me however, although the position was awkward.

Gradually the moan escaped her. It came squeezing out of her. It pushed past her pursed lips and rushed out with an urgency and intensity that both surprised and pleased me. The hand she wrapped around me slowed in its up-and-down action. It acquired a degree of finesse that brought me to the edge. I began to grunt.

The fingers of my right hand once again reacquired their target. She put up no resistance this time. Over her pubic mound they went, down between her spread thighs. The material of her tights was stretchable. Through it I was sure I could feel her wetness.

more, oh...don't stop now...

[latebloomer]

Encouraged, I shifted my attention off her breasts. Her hand left my erection, began to caress my chest. I sighed relief. I did not want to spend my seeds on the bed linen. There were better places to spurt them. I began to seriously investigate one possibility. I reached for the waistband of her black tights. I began to pull it down.

She struggled. Her hands held on to the tights. Her eyes displayed a different message. She had to put up some show of resistance, I guessed. Gradually her hands relaxed their grasp. More and more of her light blue panties began to show. Catholic or not, she was horny. If she had been as neglected as she kept emphasizing, she must have been enormously so.

"How long ago?" I asked her. She understood exactly what I meant. "Too long," she answered, "So long I can't even remember." She pointed her toes as I slipped the tights off her legs. I took a good look. She had shapely legs. Her calves had the kind of musculature you get from training on a stationary bike. They tapered nicely into slim ankles, and slightly knobbly feet. Her toes were trimmed and painted pink.

I tugged at her panties, trying to be gentle although I was beginning to notice the haste in my actions. She helped, mainly to ensure I did not rip the lacy material. I slipped it down her legs, off one ankle, then the other. I sat back to enjoy the view. She gazed at me as if awaiting my approval. She kept her thighs opened just wide enough.

yes...more...

[latebloomer]

The light from her bedroom window slanted across her figure. Her body acquired a three-dimensionality that held my eyes. Her groin was in partial shadows, a few strands of her pubic hairs picking up the highlights. I had a sudden urge to explore the partially hidden landscape.

She remained passive, at least at first. There was apprehension in her expression, a degree of tension that gradually vanished. She made a small choking sound when I inserted a tentative index finger. It slipped in very easily and I was impressed by how wet she was. My middle finger followed soon after, her thighs opening just that much more.

After that, things flowed more smoothly. As if I had turned her on, both literally and figuratively, the moment I pushed my fingers inside. If so, her switch was certainly well hidden. It loosened her inhibitions, if nothing else. She did not mention any more the restrictions her religion imposed upon her. She just rushed headlong into what turned out to be a very memorable experience.

It seemed that being fingered was something unfamiliar with her. "He didn't like doing it. Said he felt yucky sticking his fingers in like that," she said when I asked how her husband, my friend, did it. "Just once he tried, and only for a minute or so." Which meant I had to show her how good it can be.

ohh...is it good for you too?

[Eric22]

Nice stories... Keep them coming...

[latebloomer]

She was practically dripping when I was done. I managed to insert three fingers, agitating her moist soft inside, gently at first, then vigorously at the end. Half way there, I clamped my mouth back on her right nipple. She bucked her hips as she came loudly, her hand unconsciously pushing my face into her right breast.
I rolled on the condom as she laid gasping. ("I didn't know you brought one," she said later. I told her I came prepared.) I took up position even as surprise showed on her sweaty brows. I gripped her ankles in my hands, inserted myself effortlessly. A loud "Oh!" escaped her lips. It grew into a low moan as I began to pump. Her arms remained limp on the bed.

For twenty minutes I took her in missionary. I released her ankles as I got onto my elbows and knees. My sweaty chest pressed against her slippery breasts. Our faces were inches apart. She responded to my every lunge with soft grunts. Her eyes closed, she tossed her head this way and that. Her hands slipped around my back. I could feel her nails digging in. My pumping made squishing sounds; she was so wet.

Her orgasm was loud and explosive. She clutched me tight against her, her body shuddering. It was as if all her pent-up frustrations were escaping from deep within her, gushing to the surface in a series of noisy eruptions. She scratched my lower back with her painted nails. She cried out in the middle of her orgasm, calling out my name the way I'd never heard it done. I continued to pump but slower, drawing out the moment until I too exploded inside her, my seeds safely contained by rubber.

yeah...yeah...

just curious...not really impt to me...but how come you guys enjoy my stories...neber up my points one hah?

[latebloomer]

We laid quietly, side by side, holding hands. We were still nude, but we had washed and dried our bodies. In the bathroom we were both silent. She wet me with the shower head, gently running her other hand over my sweaty body. Silently she soaped me, then washed away the suds. I returned the favor, then she dried us with a large yellow towel.

We laid on the rumpled bed, not saying anything at first. Short of a "Wow!" from her, nothing else was said. I was savoring the moment. She was probably doing the same. After a couple of minutes, she turned over to face me. When I gazed back, she said, "Thanks!" I acknowledged her gratitude with a nod and a smile. I was equally grateful to her.

It had been an amazing afternoon. I dressed, and, after a friendly hug and kiss, left her flat. She went back to the bedroom, preparing to tidy up the messy bedclothes. Soon her son would be returning from school. He would see his mother; he would notice something different about her. He might ask her but she would shake her head and smile. She would not tell.

It is our secret.

was it good for you too...hmm?

[latebloomer]

Love, naturally

she feels so soft and
small in his arms, almost
tiny to his
six-foot frame

flashes of brilliant
white lighting up
the sky, precedes
rumbling thunder
tropical storm clouds crowding the gray
skies outside

he kisses her
tenderly, with gentle brushes
over her full lips touched
with a lovely shade of
red, her dimpled cheeks warm
on his palms

winds gathering
speed, hissing palm
fronds accompany
drumming fat droplets

her bright eyes glint
with humor, desire and
gazes back with
love

distant surf faint
on the electric air, jazzing
with Satchmo, soothing muted
trumpet and husky voice

he runs his trembling
hands through her silky jet
black hair, a faint hint of
lavender reaches his nose

to be cont...I hope...

[latebloomer]

the rain falls
loudly, splatters the
narrow verendah from
which they watched
sunsets, holding wine
glasses and
hands

tender touches delicate
on his arms, she
caresses his
desires, long nails
tracing tingling
trails

half closed shutters
rattle, fluttering lace
curtains dance
in the wind
which whistles
and sings

he tastes the heady
scent, light upon his
tongue, a breath
of summer breeze
she holds tightly, pressing
into his chest her
full softness, yielding

orange light from
dancing hurricane
lamps attract dashing
moths, clumsily
crashing repeatedly
on glass

to be cont

[latebloomer]

the wine forgotten, roes
untasted, they only
have eyes for
one another
feasting on emotions
unbridled, desires barely
contained

she feels him lick
along her slim
neck, teasing, lightly
flicking,his
hands warm against
the small of her back

droplets glistens
on her collar bone, he
wonders: are they
leftovers from the
shared bath or
are they beads
of sweat? only one way
to find out

guiding, hands holding, she
backs to the four-poster
bed, and parts the
mosquito netting
sudden flash through
window captures one
moment, her face
Chiaroscuro

to be cont

[latebloomer]

fluffy, plump mattress
upon which she
lay, offering on the altar
of love
slowly spinning ceiling
blades, fan the
flames of desire

he claims his
prize, gently tasting
her chesty fullness 'tween
greedy lips
she arches her
back, pursing lips
hissing noisily

across tanned plains
and valleys, the
explorer encounters
honey-brown curves of
silky unblemished skin
greedy hands sail
down narrow waist and
up broadening
expense of bum

she turns and
sighs, then gasps in
surprise, giggles
loudly and moans as
his tongue flicks with
great finesse, encircles
and descends the
depth 'twixt her
folds

to be cont

[latebloomer]

long slim fingers
clutch at mosquito
netting, grasping at
sheets in the
throes of ecstasy
his broader digits
probe, inserting
gently, dipping
deep slowly

rumbling in the
distance, bright flashes
crackling the skies
low moans rising in
pitch, begging and
pleas as tears
of pleasure flood
her eyes

rising temperatures
despite surrounding
chill, rustling
bedclothes as partners
adjust postures
passive, active
dominant, receptive
smoothly inserting, deeply
penetrating

the rhythm of action
mutually enjoyed, fast
and slow, repeatedly
adjusting as
passion rises
rapidly
culminating in
mounting pleasures

he fucks
her, intense insertions
with eyes closed
gripping tight, she
hooks him with
crossed ankles, nails
scratching muscular
back

growing
rising, peaking
swiftly expanding
passionate coupling intensifying
moaning mounting and screaming
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh God Yes!

The End