“Aren’t you the sneaky little tart,” I managed as her convulsing vagina strangled my penis.
For her part, Mary just mumbled, “Yesss.”
I nuzzled her soft neck as we both recuperated from out mutually satisfying copulation. We held each other trading butterfly kisses for a while. As I softened and slipped from her wonderful entrance, Mary rolled off of me onto her side, facing away. “Spoon me, sexy. I want to feel you against me while we sleep. I assume that you’re spending the night since tomorrow is Saturday. Did you have any other plans?”
I moved in behind her and cupped her breasts. As I lightly grazed her nipples, I replied, “Nothing that I can’t put off until another day, my sex kitten.” We snuggled tightly for a while before I heard the first purrs of her sleep. I followed closely behind as the night took us into a very restful slumber.
* * * *
I was lying on a nude beach as Mary, also naked, gingerly sucked my swollen cock in front of many passersby. The sensations were so real that I was sure that I was close to squirting another load. My eyes slowly opened and focused on Mary bobbing up and down on my morning wood. She was stroking the base with one hand while cradling my scrotum with the other. She looked into my eyes just as I pushed into her mouth and shot several volleys of cum. She kept me in her mouth for several more minutes as I slowly shrank.
When she was done, Mary slipped up on top of me, and we kissed deeply. When our lips separated, she said, “That’s two for you and ten plus for me,” as she smiled wickedly. “I’m going to make some coffee for us. Why don’t you jump into the shower and I’ll join you there in a few minutes.”
I watched her ass as it wiggled down the hall and knew this was going to be a fun day. I jumped out of bed and turned on the shower. As I stood outside with my hand in the water, I felt two hands wrap around me. I let them travel unhindered, and they soon stopped at my nipples. Mary tweaked and pulled on them until they got quite hard. Even I was surprised by how good it felt.
Also, how rapidly another part of my anatomy swelled. I reached back and grasped Mary’s buttocks to fondle and squeeze them. “You are definitely an ass-man!” Mary squealed as a finger, wandered to her pucker.
She pushed me into the shower, and we moved into an impassioned kiss. My hands traveled across her back and bottom as I became fully tumescent. She pulled back, grabbed the soap, and began washing my chest. Her hands wandered across my arms and into my pits as she scrubbed away. Mary’s next move was to drop to her knees and work from my feet upward. When she arrived at my groin, she just kept soaping and washing.
Mary stood back up and twisted me around to face away from her. She washed my back and worked down to my derriere. Here she took a little more time and made sure to push a finger inside just a little bit. My cock twitched from the insertion, but I don’t believe she saw that. “Back up into the water, sexy. I want to wash your hair.”
I did as Mary said and soaked my head in warm water. Once it was well saturated, Mary placed a glob of shampoo on my head and worked it into a lather. Once she was done, Mary handed me a washcloth and a bottle of her body wash. “Clean me up, sexy, so that we can have some more fun,” were the words that came from her mouth. She raised her arms and spread her legs in preparation for a thorough cleaning.
I doused the washcloth in body wash and started on the fingers of her left hand. I moved the cloth between each finger before gliding down the outside of her arm. Once at her shoulder, I moved around to her armpit and cleansed it thoroughly. As I worked on her, Mary grabbed her razor and gave her pit a few quick swipes. I followed the procedure for her right arm before kneeling and turning away from her. I bent backward until my face was inches from her sex and grasped her right leg at the ankle.
“Brace yourself, sexy. I’m going to place your right leg over my shoulder so that I can wash your foot.”
Mary braced herself against the shower walls as I lifted her leg. Once it was in place, I soaped up the cloth and did a meticulous cleaning. I worked on the toes first, getting between each one before moving to the next. The process was completed at a leisurely pace to give Mary the most enjoyment possible. She was quietly moaning as I slaved away at my task, which made it all worthwhile. After completing her toes, I moved to the soul and heel, giving both a more vigorous scrubbing. With that finished, I softly washed the rest of her leg below the knee.
As I was switching legs, Mary offered, “You know that you nearly made me cum with that little exercise, don’t you?”
I leaned back and traced her vaginal lips as her body shuddered from a mild climax. I looked into her eyes and apologized, “I’m so sorry that my cleaning of your foot didn’t finish you off. I’ll do better with this one.” And with that said, I began the process anew with her left foot and made sure that she came again.
With both feet back on the shower floor, I turned and started washing her thighs, front and back. As I worked on the back, my face was mere millimeters from her pulsing clit. I stayed in place as I lethargically soaped the back of her thighs and buttocks. Mary tried hard to resist the temptation but finally relented. In one fell swoop, she lowered her hands and pressed my face into her delightful box.
She was so worked up that she came hard after just a few flicks of her hard little nub. I could feel her weight on my shoulders as her legs wobbled for a minute or two. My hands moved up under her arms to steady her until she regained her balance.
With her equilibrium restored, I stood and applied more soap to the washcloth. I started at her waist, purposely avoiding her goodies, soaping up her belly and chest. As I came to her nipples, they were swelling into rigidity. It was as if she knew what I was going to do next. “They seem to be happy to see me,” I suggested, as she pressed her lips against mine.
Breaking free, Mary replied, “Every part of my body is happy to see you! As if you couldn’t tell. Now finish cleaning me, we have some things to do today, outside of these walls.”
With our faces still within inches, I moved the cloth to her vagina. I gave it a complete purification, rather quickly. After pulling away, I spun her around and gave her bum the same treatment. Mary didn’t have time to climax from either. I turned her back around and said, “Okay, you’re all finished. So what’s on the docket today, lovely lady?”
Mary kissed me once more before kneeling down as asking, “Will you marry me, Samuel Steven Smith?”
I was quite taken aback but quickly realized that it was something that she really wanted. I pulled her to her feet and replied, “I’d love nothing better!” We kissed passionately for some time. As the warm water started to run out, we hopped out of the shower and dried each other off. Once dry, we began kissing all over again.
When we finally released each other, Mary said, “Do you want to have me one more time as your single fling?”
“No, I think I rather wait until you’re my spousal sex-kitten. We are doing this today, I assume?”
“Yes, and I have your favorite suit hanging in the closet and ready to go.”
“Where and when are we doing this? Will there be guests? Most importantly, what are you going to wear?”
Mary kissed me again, hard, and then led me back to the bed. After pushing me onto my back, she mounted me. With the tip of my cock slipping inside her, Mary confessed, “I can’t wait, I need you now!” She pounded away, and we both rapidly approached out simultaneous climaxes. As her body quaked, she begged, “Cum in your trollop one last time!” I began convulsing along with her as she collapsed onto my chest. I kept pumping her until my contractions eased.
We lay there for a while, enjoying the love that we’d just shared. We kissed and hugged as my hands wandered her amazing body. Her’s were running through my hair and tickling my ears while we continued to play. “So where and when, my little trollop?”
“My church this afternoon, and yes, there will be guests. Not too many, just close friends of both of ours. Then over to Jeanette’s home for the afterparty. She has a pool and a hot tub, and I’ve never had sex in either,” Mary said as grinned.
“So who’s doing the training now?” I questioned, with a grin of my own.
“Obviously, you are since I’ve never done them before,” she countered before sucking my face again.
As I slipped from her sex, Mary rolled off of me and headed toward the bathroom to clean herself. When she returned, she cleaned me as well. “Let’s get dressed in our regular clothes and head over to Sandy’s Diner for a nice late breakfast.”
I jumped up and started to pick up my clothes from last night when Mary said, “Here, put this stuff on for now.” She handed me a t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks neatly stacked.
As I began getting dressed, I questioned, “What would you have done if I would have said no?”
“I have been in love with you for years. I knew that you were the next chapter in my life and never considered otherwise. And knowing you the way I do, I knew that you felt the same about me.”
“You’re right, Mary. I’ve loved you since before Ron died, but never wanted to push you in your grief. I’ve only been divorced, and I know that it’s not the same thing as death. I would have been quite happy just having you as a dear friend.”
“Thank you, Sam. I always appreciated your friendship and your love. And even if the sex wasn’t spectacular, I would be delighted to spend the rest of my life as your wife. So let’s go and get married so that we can do all this as husband and wife.”
We both dressed and grabbed our clothes for the wedding before heading out for breakfast. We enjoyed our meal and talked. When we finished and were sipping our coffee, I asked, “So what other surprises do you have in store for me?”
Mary smiled her beautiful smile before responding, “Now what kind of surprise would it be if I told you about it beforehand?”
“Is there anything special that I need to do?”
“Just come with me and love me. I have taken care of the rest.”
I moved to her side of the booth and kissed her while covertly slipping my hands under her dress. “Are you ready for a lesson in climaxing in public?” I asked as two fingers slipped inside her. Mary’s eyes got big, and she took a sharp breath before locking her face on mine. I rubbed her nub while penetrating her with my digits. She climaxed in short order before I eased out of her. I brought my fingers to my mouth and lapped at her secretions.
She looked at me inquisitively before whispering, “Can I have a taste too?”
Without a word, I moved my fingers to her lips and let her taste herself. When she was done, I instructed, “Now go to the ladies’ room and remove those panties. Bring them back to me, and I’ll keep them in my pocket for the rest of the day.” I scooted out of her side of the booth and back to mine. Mary headed for the restroom and came back a couple of minutes later with her left hand balled into a fist. I’d already paid the check, so I stood to me her as she slipped her hand into mine.
We held her panties between our hands as we headed out to the car. As we walked toward the car, she said, “This is such an exciting feeling! Every little step brings another wisp of air across my vagina. I think I’m on sensory overload and may cum again.”
When we arrived at the car, Mary held her dress as she slid into her seat. She was keenly aware that she could accidentally expose herself at any time. Mary directed me toward her church as I directed her to expose her kitty to me. She hesitantly pulled her dress up to her hips as I headed down the road. We had about three or four minutes on the country road before arriving. With time so short, I started caressing her softly as she spread her thighs.
Mary tilted her chair back and lowered the top of her dress, exposing her bosom. As I rubbed her growing clit, Mary flicked and twisted her own beckoning nipples. With no one on the road behind me, I pulled over to concentrate on bringing her off. Mary was already close when I bent down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I sucked, nibbled, and lightly scraped until she convulsed in the chair. My hand was coated in her spritz, and I quickly moved her dress away from her dripping nectar.
She pulled me in for some hot tongue action before releasing me to clean her up. I grabbed some napkins from the center console. After wiping her thighs, I dabbed her slick box to keep any more from spreading. Mary covered her breasts and sat up as I finished. Once we were both composed, I started to drive again. Moments later, we pulled into the church parking lot. We grabbed our clothes and headed inside. The church guests directed us to separate rooms to get dressed.
Once we were both dressed, the ceremony began. Mary didn’t walk down the aisle, she simple came out and stood next to me. She wore a stunning, but simple white dress as the pastor began the wedding. It was very well done and rather quick. After our ‘I do’s,’ we greeted everyone as a married couple. Everyone knew where to go, so we grabbed our clothes from the changing rooms and headed there ourselves.
On the drive to the reception, I said, “Now we just have to work out some time for a honeymoon.”
“Yeah, about that. I’ve already booked a week at Orient Beach in St. Martin.”
“Why am I surprised? I should have known that you’d take care of that as well. So what’s this place like? I’ve never heard of that particular beach.”
“Probably because it stays under the radar since it’s clothing optional.”
I looked at her with my mouth wide open before stammering, “I think I love you even more!”
To be continued…
