The Preacher's Wife part 2 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife part 2

... transition. It was bizarre to me then and looking back at it in still no less strange. One moment I had been so intent on getting my cock into this woman that was more than 25 years my junior and then suddenly without warning, the whole thing changed. Just like that, I was her father figure, the guy who was supposed to make everything better. And just like most men in that situation with their own offspring, I felt completely inadequate and unable to do anything more than just hold her and kiss the top of her head. It was not even a shock when she stood up a moment later to look down and see my cock completely deflated, despite the fact that for several minutes now it had been a scant few inches from one of the most sexy pussies I have ever known! I stood up and taking a washcloth I wiped her back and chest as she stood there almost unmoving. She spread her legs slightly as I reached her lower torso, so I slid my terry cloth wrapped hand between her thighs and delicately washed and cleaned her She turned and stepped out of the shower numbly and I quickly ran the soap over my own body and rinsed before stepping out. She stopped the music and water with a couple of touches to the console on the wall and with her hair wrapped in a turban, turned and looked into the mirror without seeing. I wrapped a towel around my hips and then took another and gently towel dried her. When I looked up from squatting to dry her calves and feet I saw her smiling at me. It was a smile of genuine ...

... affection and appreciation, so I gave her a reciprocating smile. Tossing the towel to the counter, I swept her up in my arms and Julie let out a little surprised squeak of protest, but as I easily stepped out into the bedroom and crossed the hardwood floors to the high queen bed top where I gently laid her down. In all honestly I had intended on going back into the bath, finish drying off and getting dressed and leaving, but she had other ideas. Catching my towel in her hand, she first stopped me and as I looked down into her completely relaxed face as a half-smile of invitation crossed her delicate features. I leaned down to kiss her on her forehead, but she raised her chin and there was no doubt where she wanted the kiss to land, so I altered my target to match hers and we kissed gently at first and then after searching each other’s souls by looking in the other’s eyes, we kissed much more in the way a man and woman should kiss. That was when I felt her tug on the towel and it dropped to the wood floor. As we continued to taste and tease each other’s tongues her hand made its way to squeeze and fondle my rapidly reviving manhood! She slid her body more toward the center of the bed and then angled her feet toward the far diagonal corner. I kissed her and felt her tongue slide into my mouth further than any other persons tongue has ever gone before we both giggled like school k**s. Then she pulled my head down to her breasts as her own mouth bit and nibbled, sucked and kissed ...