Meanwhile, Jean had gotten home the night before, after dropping off her mother, gone straight in the bathroom, gotten undressed and into the shower. Her thoughts kept going over the earlier episode of having just had sex with a complete stranger. As she recalled the moment my cock was sliding into her wet pussy, her hand slipped between her legs; she could still feel the remains of semen inside her. She gently rubbed her fingers up and down her labia, the folds gently opening as her fingers slipped inside her. She put one leg up on the side of the bath for better access, then gently brought herself to a climax.
She got out the shower and dried herself off before putting on a long nightdress. She knew there was no point in getting into something sexy. Tony, her husband, hadn’t been near her for over a year. When she climbed into bed, Tony didn’t even move, and she fell asleep almost instantly.
When the alarm woke her up with a shock, she quickly turned it off and got up. Going downstairs she put the kettle on and got Tony’s breakfast ready. Everything was normal, Tony got up and was out of the door at his usual time, just a very quick peck on the cheek, out of habit more than any feeling. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 8:15. Was she going to get a phone call?
It was just after 8:30 when first I called work, and told them I had jobs booked for that day so I wouldn’t be in the office. I knew I could do the jobs in the afternoon. Then I phoned Jean. She gave me her address, and told me to bring my toolkit with me when I went to the door, that way it wouldn’t look too suspicious to her nosey neighbours. I told her it would take me about half an hour to get there.
I knocked on the door, Jean popped her head around the door, and then stepped back to let me in.
‘Go in the kitchen.’ Jean closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked, then followed me into the kitchen.
‘Coffee?’
‘Yes, please; just milk,’ I replied.
The sexual tension in the room was so high; we both knew why I was there. Jean was now dressed in a short silk robe, tied with a bow at her hips. As she bent over to get a cup out of the cupboard, her short robe rode up her back; she had nothing on underneath. As she stood up, still facing the counter, I moved behind her, my right hand slipping into the front of her robe, my left hand firmly place on her left buttock.
As my hand slipped in her robe and she tilted her head back, I leaned forward and kissed her neck. Kissing higher up her neck and kissing her lobe, my hand slipped further under her robe until I was cupping her left breast. I was gently lifting and cupping her breast until my fingers found her hard left nipple. I traced round it gently.
She reached behind us, her right hand pulling me in closer, then with her left she undid my pants, and put her hand in.
‘Mmm… no boxers – no, don’t stop kissing me, it feels so good.’
Her hand was pushing further in my pants until she had hold of my hard cock. I pulled my hand out of her robe and pulled on the belt. The bow undid easily. I gently eased the gown off her shoulders and let it fall; it was now between us, she pulled away slightly, ta king her hand off my cock so that the robe could drop to the floor.
She turned around and lifted my shirt up over my head, and then proceeded to pull down my pants. As soon as they were past my knees I kicked them off. She leaned forward, her arms over my shoulders, then linked her hands and pulled me close. We kissed slowly and deeply, a lovers kiss. Her mouth opened, our tongues meeting, the kiss became more intense.
My hands were around her waist, and as we kissed I gently caressed the side of her body, my hand going higher until once again I cupped her left breast. She moaned as we kissed.
She pushed her hips towards me more, my stiff cock pressing into her belly.
Her back arched and she pushed her breasts out more; my tongue was flicking her nipple, and her hand had moved between us and was stroking my cock, pulling my foreskin back and forth over the swollen tip of my cock.
I broke away and lifted her onto the countertop. I kissed the insides of her thighs, and then gently kissed and blew on her hot pussy. Licking up and down her hot wet slit, my hands under her buttocks pulling her closer, until my tongue slipped inside her. The smell and taste of her pussy was sending shivers through my body. She was leaning back against the widow as my tongue did circles on her pussy lips until her clit was throbbing. I didn’t want to stop, and she grabbed my head, pushing my tongue right into her wanting pussy. I obliged and slid my tongue in and out, going deeper and faster until she gripped my head tight, pulled my hair. Her legs were shaking as a hard orgasm hit her whole body.
‘Oh fuck, I needed that. That was so good!’ She said it so quickly, her breathing still fast and shallow.
‘Now I want that cock in me, here.’ Sliding down off the top, she leaned over the kitchen table, legs spread wide.
‘Fuck me now, I want to feel you back inside me, it was so good last night.’
I rubbed my cock up and down her soaked pussy lips before sliding it in. Just the tip at first, feeling her pussy accommodate me, before going in all the way. Holding her hips, I began slow, deep, hard trusts. With each movement towards her she pushed back to me, my cock going in deeper and harder.
She reached down with one hand, supporting herself on the table with the other, her hand rubbing her pussy as my cock went in and out. I could feel how wet she was on my cock, and the sound of my skin slapping against her body got louder until she stopped pushing, her legs trembled as she came. I paused, then slowly pulled out.
‘What you doing?’
I knelt behind her. I licked up the inside of her thighs, until my nose brushed her pussy. Then with her legs spreading wider I pushed my tongue into her soaked hole; she just moaned a little as my finger reached up to rub her clit softly. Then I licked higher, my hands on her buttocks, parting them as my tongue did little circles on her puckered asshole.
‘Oh, Dave, that feels so good. No one has ever done that before!’
My tongue pushed into her, and she stopped, going still. With my wet finger I gently pushed into her ass while my tongue went back to her pussy, sucking on her swollen lips. I could sense and feel her pussy starting to tremble, and as my finger was slipping in and out her ass she came again. I held her as she came, then turned her around as she sat on the table. My cock slid back into her wanting pussy, and leaning forward we kissed deeply. I gently rocked back and forth, as my strokes got deeper and harder. I wasn’t going to hold back this time; I felt my twitch and I came hard just as she leaned all the way onto the table.
We were both sweaty and spent. The whole time I could hear my phone vibrating on the floor in my trousers.
‘You’d better get that this time.’ It was buzzing again.
I took the call, another breakdown to go and fix. Jean grabbed her robe and put it back on as I got dressed. We chatted about what I did and where I went as she put the kettle on and made drinks. When I told her that I do spend quite a bit of time in hotels, she said what a good idea it would be to meet there, so we arranged to meet when I was next away.
After we finished our drinks we went to the front door. Before she opened it we kissed deeply. I really wanted her again, but we both had to go to work.
About two days later, I got a call; could I go and fix a machine in Germany – I would drive across, and spend two nights away.
I called Jean to see if she could do the trip, and she said she would call back later. Half an hour later I got a text.
‘What time are you picking me up?’
