A Long Time Coming Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

A Long Time Coming Pt. 01

... her.

'Swap you,' I said, nodding to the spare bulb in her hand.

Now, one of two things happened as she reached up to take the blown bulb from me: either the knot in the belt holding her gown together slipped undone all by itself, or she undid it. I don't know which. Not that it made any difference. The end result was the same - the front of her gown fell wide open.

For what seemed like an age, I just stood stock still on the stool staring down at her.

Her gorgeous, ample breasts, with their dark, stiff nipples, completely monopolised the top half of her torso. And then, below the swell of her belly, a neatly trimmed triangle of fine, light hair directed me to the filly fringes of her pussy nestling at the epicentre of her broad hips and thighs.

I was captivated. Captivated with a hard cock.

Maybe it was because of something she saw in my eyes (or jeans), or maybe it was because of something already simmering away in her - maybe a sense of moment too - but she didn't flinch or panic and made no attempt to cover herself up. She just took the spent bulb then handed me the replacement one, smiling.

I took the bulb and smiled back, stalling, watching her breasts rise as she took a long, deep breath.

'I've always loved the way you look at me,' she said, quietly.

I continued to drink her in as the tingle in my stomach spread to my groin and crept up my cock.

'You always make me feel so desirable,' she whispered, 'so wanted.'

And then it was my turn ...

... to breath deeply as I stared into her eyes and felt the scales fall away from mine. In a flash (quite literally) twenty years meant nothing. And everything.

Fuck.

Really fuck.

I could have kicked myself for being such a bell-end.

Still, if you can't read them, join them.

'Can you blame me?' I said, stepping down from the stool and pulling my shirt out of my jeans.

I watched a delicious rash of goosebumps spread out from her nipples and cover the front of her breasts as she reached for my hem.

Then she paused.

'It won't ever be the same again after this, will it?'

But there didn't seem a hint of resignation or regret in her rhetoric.

'I hope not,' I replied, smiling.

She nodded and smiled back. 'Good.'

Then she took hold of my shirt and began to peel it up my chest.

And I was putty in her hands.

She teased me with her fingers, her lips and her breasts, softly stroking, kissing and brushing every inch of my quivering skin as she slowly undressed me. And her smell, her lovely, intoxicating smell - that smell - had my mind swirling (and my cock throbbing) as her warm, tender body slowly orbited me.

'Just one more thing,' I said, slipping the gown off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

And then she was naked too.

Dorothy. Naked. Still very much the woman who made me cakes and laughed at my crap jokes; still the mother, the grandmother. But naked now. Naked and wanted. And wanting.

Fuck. Again.

'Why don't you take ...