The Age of It - Sex Stories

The Age of It

... her point of ultimate pleasure.

"Oh Phil I love you. I'm cumming just for you."

His head was pressed into her crotch as Mary had the most powerful orgasm of her life. She had never experienced cunniligus like it. Her first boyfriend had tried but gave up preferring to drill her with his cock. Now she was on a higher plain as ecstasy flooded her brain and she saw flashing light behind her eyes.

A kiss on the line of her jaw and she felt him above her. More kisses followed leading down to her small breasts. Each nipple sucked, licked and nibbled. Then she laughed as his tongue filled her belly button. She held her breath expecting her clit would be next. Then she felt his erection slide into her. Gently he fucked her.

"Tell me when your going to cum." he said. Her hands around his neck and her legs over his back. She wanted it to go on forever and ever.

There had never been anything like it in her life as he eased her to a state of shear ecstasy. "Oh Phil, I'm cumming." He stopped as she went higher than any other orgasm she'd ever had. She felt him, cum pumping into her. Her orgasm went on and on until he had emptied himself into her.

They lay in each others arms. The cold night air was forgotten. Two lovers doing what all lovers do.

"Love you," he said. She kissed him.

"Love you too."

"Tomorrow I will be gone and you will go back to your husband. You to yours and me to mine."

They left the tent. "You should go back to your husband. Kiss me and ...

... go before I'm tempted to kidnap you and keep you as my sex slave."

"You could and it would be wonderful but you and I know it can't happen." They kissed and Mary dressed. She kissed him again and turned and walked off. She looked back but couldn't see him in the dark.

It was two weeks before Christmas and Phil was walking through the streets of Lancaster. He felt the cold and entered a little coffee shop. He ordered a latte and then sat at an empty table. The man sat at the next table down was reading the local paper, last nights evening edition. There she was he was sure but the name wasn't Mary Hooper, This was Ailsa Kent. He could make out some of the print. "Woman of the year 2010.... CEO.... Expecting a fourth child."

Philip's phone rang. He looked at the number, not one on his call list. "Hi, it's me Mary. I need to see you. Can you meet me at the Grovner Hotel at eight tonight. Room two, two, nine." "Mary, or is it someone else." "It's me and I need to meet with you. Tonight room two two nine, eight o'clock tonight. Got to rush. Please be there. Love you." The line went dead.

They met at the hotel that night. He was to find out that two, two nine was the penthouse suite. Alisa as she was now known looked spectacular. Her hair was well groomed and held in a tight bun on the back of her head. She looked so much younger with her face made up. The clothes looked and were very expensive, a tailored business suite and white blouse.

"How are you," she said as he ...