My co-worker Joyce just found out the night before that her husband had cheated on her. I overheard her telling our boss, Alice, that he had stepped out with his secretary.
“That fucking douchebag had the balls to do it in our bed too,” she said through her tears.
“How on earth did you find out? Are you sure?” Alice prodded.
“When I got home last night, I saw her driving away from my house. He was in the fucking shower and I smelled their sex in the bedroom. That god-damned schmuck.”
“Did you confront him? What’d he say?”
“Yeah, I flushed the toilet and when he bolted from the shower I told him to get the fuck out. He had the balls to smile and ask me if I wanted to do a three-some with her. Jesus Christ, I could fucking kill him.”
“Did he leave?” Asked Alice.
“After I called the cops, yeah, he did. After he left I took all his shit and threw it on the front lawn. I called a locksmith this morning to change the locks. I need the rest of the day off, is that okay, Alice?”
“Hell yes. Take as much time as you need.”
Joyce walked out of Alice’s cube after thanking her and headed straight to her own, next to mine. We had been cube mates for almost four years at that point and I never thought of her marriage as being in trouble. It seemed that things were far different now.
There were many times that she would be having trouble with a program and ask for my help. Normally I would stand behind her, looking over her shoulder as I helped out. On a few occasions I even gave her neck rubs as we talked. She always relaxed when I did and never failed to comment on how nice my hands and the massage felt. I would be lying if I said I had not considered what it would be like to let my hands roam to her chest, or open my fly and lay my dick on her shoulder.
“Bill,” she said snapping me from my reverie, “Do you have a minute to walk me to my car?”
“Anything for you, beautiful,” I said using one of my pet names for her.
“Carry this please,” she said handing me her gym bag.
We walked to her car. She opened her doors and told me to throw the bag on the passenger seat. After I did she motioned me to come stand by the driver door. She shut the door and opened her window.
“I suppose you overheard me talking to Alice?” She asked.
“I did and Joyce, I’m sorry that happened to you. If there’s anything I can do to help, all you need to do is ask.”
“Thanks Bill. That’s sweet of you. I can’t think right now even though my head is spinning at about a million miles an hour. Is it okay if I call you later if something comes up?”
“Sure Joyce. No problem. I’ve told you before, if there’s anything you need I’m always just a phone call away.”
“To tell you the truth Bill, I’ve always just listened to that with half an ear. I’ve just thought you were coming on to me. You would always say that after you rubbed my neck.”
“It’s not a come on, I promise. Just call me okay?”
She put her warm soft hand on mine and promised to call if she needed me. She then rolled up her window and left the parking lot. I went back to my desk and tried not to think about her predicament, but to focus on my work to finish out the week.
I was just about to log off my computer when my personal cell vibrated in my pocket.
“Hello?” I queried with only a local phone number showing on the screen.
“Bill, it’s me Joyce.”
Worried, I said quickly, “Is everything okay, are you hurt?”
“No, no, everything is fine,” Joyce assured me. “Look, I don’t feel like cooking for one tonight, would… Are you free tonight?”
“Sure I am, what are you thinking?”
“I’d like to go someplace and just have a nice dinner. Would that be okay with you?”
“Sure,” I said, “what do you say we go to The Reds? Do you want to meet me there or would you like me to stop by and pick you up?”
“No, the neighbors are nosey enough already. The Reds would be great. I’ll meet you there in an hour.”
“Sounds great,” I said starting to run through all I would need to do in an hour.
I hung up, called the restaurant and made our reservation, logged off my computer and headed straight for home. I wanted to grab a quick shower and dress a little nicer than I normally do for work.
Arriving at The Reds a few minutes early, I was surprised to see Joyce’s car in the lot. I parked next to her and we got out at the same time. She had dressed up some too, sporting a flowing blue silk dress that accented all her womanly charms. Her short blonde hair fell just to her neck above perfectly sculpted collar bones and it was obvious she wore no bra as her nipples were teased by the silk to stand firm against the material. As she rounded the front of her car, I had to wonder if she had any underwear on at all as her firm ass slid smoothly below the blue dress. She was certainly a sight to behold. I knew she worked out daily in the neighborhood gym every morning, but her work attire gave no hint to the lithe tight body she possessed on her five foot eight frame.
“Thank you so much for this Bill. I can’t tell you how much this means,” she said placing her hands on my shoulders and giving me a peck on the cheek.
“I told you I was never more than a phone call away,” I said as we turned to walk into the restaurant.
“Wait,” she said stopping and taking my elbow, “I need to say something to you before we go in. I was on the phone with my sister all afternoon. Long story short, she told me I should get revenge on that shit hole. I just want you to know this, our going to dinner isn’t that. I mean, it is a little, us being seen in public together where people I know might see us, but I’m here because you’re a friend and I trust you. Know what I mean?”
“Of course I do. But before I forget to say something, I have to tell you that you look spectacular. I always knew that you’re beautiful, but all the rest of you, my god, why have you been hiding it under the clothes you wear to work?”
She took my arm and started strolling toward the entrance and said, “Because I never wanted to be objectified. I like what we do in work and, well, work should be just that, work. Now, I have some ground rules for our conversation during dinner, okay?”
“Sure, what are they?”
“Just one. No talking about that cheating son of a bitch.”
“Agreed,” I said opening the door for her and objectifying her ass as she walked in.
After I pushed her chair in I sat next to her at our table in the middle of the restaurant. Our conversation flowed easily across all sorts of topics. The food was excellent and the wine was even better. We danced a couple of times, mostly slow stuff. Her firm breasts pressed to my chest excited me to no end. Holding her in my arms I was careful not to let our groins come too close. The last thing I needed was for her to feel how excited she made me feel, lest she think my lust was getting the upper hand.
Of the two bottles of wine we consumed, I think I only managed a little over two glasses. She never seemed impaired, that was until I had paid the check and we stood to leave. Her balance was a little off so I held her by the waist as we walked out. It felt really good to hold this woman in my arm as we approached our cars. She began digging in her purse for her keys, so I stopped her.
“Joyce, I really don’t think you should drive. Let me drive you home, then I’ll come back in the morning and bring you back here for your car.”
“I’m fine, really,” she said beginning to walk unsteadily on her own.
She almost fell and I caught her and said, “No, you’re not. Come on.”
I led her to my passenger door, opened it and helped her in. I had touched her neck on several occasions when I gave her the quick massages, but that didn’t compare to the feeling of touching her magnificent body, even if it was fully clothed, dancing or just walking together.
“Bill,” Joyce said almost as if she were out of breath, “here, take my keys and get my gym bag please.”
“It’ll be here in the morning,” I assured her.
“No, I’ll need it tonight.”
“Okay,” I said taking her keys. I unlocked her car, grabbed the gym bag from the passenger side, locked her car back up, went back to my car, threw it in the back and got into my seat. I called into the restaurant to let them know her car would be there overnight because I was driving her home and then called the police and did the same. We did not need them trying to figure out why it was parked there.
As I started my car, Joyce said, “Bill, would I be too much of a bother if I stayed at you place tonight? I could just crash on your couch.”
“I’ll have none of that,” I replied. “If you’re going to be my guest, then you’ll stay in my guest room. Are you sure?”
“I just can’t go home and sleep in that bed. I slept in my own guest room last night. My back was killing me this morning. It’s no wonder my guests don’t stay for more than one night,” she said chuckling.
“Okay, your wish is my command,” I said pulling out of the parking lot and heading home.
Once we were in the house, I led Joyce to my guest room, pointing out the other rooms and bathroom as we went. I put her gym bag on the bed and turned to leave.
“Wait, Bill. Can you help me with this,” she said turning her back to me and indicating the zipper of her dress.
I got behind her and slowly lowered the zipper. So many naughty and wonderful things went through my head as more and more of her skin was exposed. I was proven right about her being braless, but wrong about the lack of all underwear. Her thong was nothing more than string, at least from the back. Mesmerized by the expanse of beautiful flesh, I stood frozen in time until she cleared her throat.
She turned, holding the straps of her dress to her shoulders and said, “Thanks, this room is lovely. What time do you normally get up on Saturdays?”
“Um, seven or so. You?”
“About the same I guess. I’ll see you in the morning. And Bill, thank you.”
“Sleep well,” I said exiting her room and shutting the door.
I remember thinking that I would have given almost anything to have planted a camera in that room. What a body she had been hiding all this time. Her husband was more than just a fool for cheating on her, he was a plain, downright idiot. Any guy in his right mind would give his left nut to be with a woman like Joyce.
Entering my room and closing the door, I got undressed and climbed into bed. I thought about the beauty in the next room. Her clear soft skin, her beautiful face, her breasts pressed to my chest as we danced, her beautiful tight ass swaying invitingly beneath her dress. In short order I ruined a handful of Kleenex, rolled over and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I awoke to the wonderful aroma of coffee. Opening my eyes, I saw the steaming cup on my bedside table. My covers were at the bottom of the bed, so I must have kicked them off sometime during the night, and since I sleep in the nude, I was on full display whenever Joyce had brought the coffee in. I truly hoped she enjoyed the sight of me as much as I would have enjoyed seeing her. I pulled on a pair of gym pants and a tee shirt, brushed my teeth, peed and headed down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted me as I came into the kitchen was one I will never forget. Joyce’s naked ass.
She stood at the stove in only an apron. It was tied at the waist, concealing her front, but her gorgeous butt was on full display for my horny eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing one of you aprons. I heard you up and decided to make us some eggs,” she said as she moved over to the sink.
Her pink lips parted slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at me. She had applied a small amount of makeup making her a true visage. So much more than I had ever thought the night before. The naked globes of her ass protruded slightly from the back of the apron. My first thought was to strip, stand beside her and kiss every inch of exposed skin.
“Bill,” she said.
“Uh, yeah, you’re fine, I mean, that’s fine. I don’t mind in the least.”
“How honest can you be with me?” she asked.
“Totally honest, but you’re making it hard to think, wearing just that apron.”
“I don’t think that thinking is the only thing I’m making hard,” she said grinning and looking down at my expanding crotch.
“Well damn, Joyce, how do you expect me to react seeing you almost completely naked. Christ, you are stunning!”
“Thanks,” Joyce said as she went back to the stove and turned the eggs. “Just sit at the table and enjoy your coffee while I finish these up.”
“How ‘bout I get us some OJ to go with ‘em?”
“Good,” she said. As she put the eggs on two plates she asked, “Did we do anything last night?”
“Yeah, we went to dinner,” I said as she put the plates on the table and sat next to me.
“No, I know that, what I mean is when we got here, did we do anything?”
“No, I showed you to your room, undid your zipper like you asked and then went to my room. Why?”
“That’s why I want to know if you can be totally honest with me. I don’t really remember much after we got to my room. Do you always sleep nude?”
“Except on really cold winter nights, yeah, I do.”
“When I brought you your wake up coffee, I noticed a wad of Kleenex in your wastebasket. I was wondering if you needed them to clean me up.”
“No, I needed them to clean myself up. This is kind of embarrassing, but after I got you to your room, thoughts of our dancing and of you, well, I got kind of worked up and I had to masturbate before I went to sleep.”
“Really!” she retorted.
Shit, what had I done. Now I was mortified, I had just admitted to objectifying her and stroking one off. But here she was sitting next to me, practically naked and asking me about my spent tissues.
Then she relieved my worry by saying, “When I climbed between the sheets, I had the most realistic dream of you and me, well, doing stuff. I touched myself and I was so wet, I was sure the dream was real. I masturbated to you last night too.”
“Well,” I said after swallowing, “aren’t we just two peas in a pod? Now it’s my turn to ask you something. Do you always cook in just an apron?”
Joyce smiled and said, “When I brought in your coffee you were sporting a really nice morning woody. It was a tough temptation to resist, but I must admit that I hoped you would come into the kitchen looking and dressed the same way. I was hoping maybe you are a nudist. Maybe I would get to feel a little more of you against me than the few times it brushed against me while we were dancing.”
“Shit Joyce. I am a nudist, but you’re my guest here and you’re going through something I wouldn’t wish on an enemy. I’m really trying hard to think of you, just, you know, platonically.”
“Fuck platonic,” she said standing and untying the string to her apron. “Now, get those clothes off and stop treating me like I’m broken or something. If you’re a nudist and this is your home, then you should just be the way you want to be.”
I drank all of her in. Perfect round globes topped with pert puffy nipples adorned her chest above a completely bald pussy. Light from the morning sun outside gleamed off her slightly moistened lips. She sat back down and I shook my head trying to clear my mind of the lascivious thoughts that coursed through me, stood and stripped out of the few things I had on. My cock was at about half staff and growing as I sat back down to finish breakfast. Joyce had looked right at my cock after I had stripped and I could see her smile a little as she licked her lips.
How, I do not really know, but we managed to finish breakfast. Together, naked, we washed and dried the dishes and had everything put away in about five minutes flat. I refilled our coffee mugs and I led her to my den.
“So, what do you normally do on Saturday mornings?” Joyce asked me.
“I normally put on a robe, grab the paper from outside, put the robe away and do the crossword. What do you do?”
“What I do doesn’t matter in your home. Go. Go get the paper. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
So, I did just that. I sat back down on the couch and folded the paper in quarters and picked up a pen. Joyce moved next to me and asked if she could work the puzzle with me. She took my arm in hers and snuggled against me as we worked though the clues. The smell of her and the feeling of her warm naked skin on mine made it very hard for me to concentrate. She was making all kinds of things very hard.
“Bill, I think you need some attention,” she said placing her hand on my thigh and gently pawing me with her fingernails.
I turned my head to look into her eyes. She stared back at me then brought her soft supple lips to mine. We slid against each other and I felt her lips part, inviting me, letting me know that platonic was the last thing on her mind. Our tongues met and danced in a wet, slithering waltz. She tasted of coffee and hunger. I let her know of my own hunger and passion. Her hand came to rest on my fully erect cock and her fingers slowly wrapped themselves around me as she began slowly squeezing and stroking my hardness. She turned into me, straddling my knee and working herself against me slowly with a deliberate rhythm to match her rising and falling fist.
Let it never be said that seduction is one sided. With one hand on each cheek, I pulled her to me, helping her grind herself on my leg and intensifying the pressure of our lips, of our passion. I wanted, I needed more. I moved my hands down and began to explore her wetness. Her lips felt puffy as my finger slid up and down through her wet slit. I sunk two fingers deep into her, causing her to groan into my mouth. Deliberately, I matched her pace with each stroke of my meat. Her clit rubbed against my leg, her breasts pressed into my chest and her wetness flowed through my fingers. She was on fire and she pulled my head harder down against her lips. I stroked her ass hole with my other hand as my assault on her cunt quickened. Her legs were the first sign as they began to quiver against mine. She pulled from my lips and threw her head back, exposing her neck to me. This was another of her erogenous zones. First licking, then nibbling and finally gently biting and sucking on her neck threw her over the edge.
She came in a convulsive orgasm that shook through her entire body. When she could breathe again, she melted against me and I held her gently in my arms and stroked her silky hair. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, smiling all the time. Joyce kissed my lips tenderly, and then she kissed my chin. I knew where she was going as her body slowly slipped down mine and her kisses, like the touches of butterflies made their way down my chest and stomach. She stopped at my navel and explored me with her tongue as her hand once again wrapped my cock in a warm firm embrace.
Joyce knelt between my legs and gently kissed the tip of my cock, her tongue then delving into the hole and prodding its depths. She held me in one hand and hefted my balls with the other.
“Mm, no hair. I like that,” she said as she again lifted my cock to her tongue. She explored my glans with the tip of her tongue, flitting the edges and occasionally taking it whole into her beautiful mouth. She kept her eyes on mine knowing just where to kiss as she slid further down and performed an oral prayer to my phallic god, licking and kissing the entire shaft, nibbling the sides before settling down on her haunches. She took my nuts into her mouth and softly sucked on them while she stroked my steely rod.
She bit her way up my cock, taking it in her lip covered teeth and gently squeezing me all the way up. She took my head in her mouth and with her hands on my knees, spreading them as far as they went, she lowered herself and my cock with her until just before it would hurt. Pushing herself forward, she slowly impaled herself on my cock until her chin hit my nuts.
“Oh my god! That feels so amazing!”
No gagging, no tears, just a smile in her eyes and pure pleasure for me as she swallowed me. Letting up, she took a breath and then took me into her throat again, repeatedly swallowing, massaging me with her tongue and throat. Swallow after swallow ensued with breaks for breathing as she continued to stroke my wet cock.
“Oh god Joyce, I’m gonna cum,” I warned her breathlessly.
Sealing her lips below my glans, she squeezed and beat my meat, playing with my nuts until she felt them recoil just a bit. My thighs started to quiver as the most intense orgasm ripped through me. Jolt after jolt shot my sperm into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed again, matching each of my releases with aplomb. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to come to rest on the back of the sofa. I felt her stand and she gently urged me to my side with my head on the armrest. Joyce laid down with me, and we took each other in our arms.
“Jesus Christ, Joyce. That was really intense.”
“I liked it too. You really get hard, don’t you?” she asked.
“When you bent me down like that, I was wondering what you had planned.”
“I’ve been planning since I saw you in bed this morning.”
“And what pray tell,” I asked, “have you planned?”
“Since you ask, first, I think we should take a nice relaxing shower,” Joyce said.
“I like the way you plan.”
“Then, we’ll put a few clothes on, go get my car, maybe get a bite of lunch and then come back here.”
“Sounds good so far,” I interrupted.
“After we get back, I want you to use those hands you do my neck with but I want a full body massage. You think you can manage that?”
“Only if by full body you mean every touchable square inch of you available,” I replied.
“If you don’t hit every cell of me you can reach, I’ll leave. If you do, well then, I think I might just fuck your brains out.”
“If you blow my brains the way you just blew my cock, I may not be able to speak afterward.”
“You liked that, huh?” Joyce asked.
“Christ yes, what guy wouldn’t love head like that?”
“My asshole soon to be ex didn’t. He didn’t like oral sex. He thought it was dirty.”
“If that’s dirty, cover me in mud!”
“Bill, I noticed you have a pool out back. Do you like to swim?”
“On warm days I do. It’s great to just float and relax in.”
“Do you ever skinny dip, given that you are a nudist and all?”
I said, “Not during the day when the neighbors could see, but if it’s a warm night I do.”
“I hope it’s warm tonight.”
“Me too Joyce, me too.”
We relaxed in a comfortable silence for a while before deciding it was time to shower. I got up and Joyce followed me to my bathroom. I turned on the water as she hugged me from behind. After the water warmed up, we got under the shower. Joyce washed me starting with my shoulders. She instructed me to put my hands on the walls, to support myself and make sure I did not slip. She moved from my neck down my back and paid particular attention to my anus. She had me bend over a little, and inserted a finger into me very briefly. I was surprised, to say the least. Joyce massaged my ass hole a little, as she washed the cheeks of my butt. Before she washed my thighs, she reached between my legs and gave my balls and cock a little embrace. She continued down my legs, washed my feet, then she stood, and had me turn around. Her soapy hands on my chest felt great as she played with my nipples, tweaking and pulling on them before flattening her palms to my chest. My stomach jumped at her touch as she moved her hands across it before she looked me in the eyes and started washing my cock and balls.
“I think you’re toying with me!” I said.
“You bet I am. I see you are recovering nicely. I like holding you in my hand, especially when you are good and hard like this.”
It was all I could do to control myself. My only release at the moment was to lean into Joyce and kiss her neck, then her ear, and then her lips.
I stopped, looked her in the eyes, and said, “My turn, hand over the soap. Hands on the walls, spread your legs and enjoy.”
Joyce did as I told her to. As she had done with me, I went behind her, started with her shoulders, and worked my way down, cleaning every inch to her beautiful butt.
“You have the most gorgeous buns,” I said.
She thanked me as I guided her to push her hips back a little and give me a little better access to her anus. I washed all around her little brown hole and pushed my finger into her to about my second knuckle. I thought it would be a little harder, but her position, the warm water, and her obviously aroused state made it easy. I washed my hands, and then started down her legs. I remembered what Joyce had done to me, so I cupped her vulva and surrounding area, letting my middle finger ease into her vagina a little. Then I resumed washing her legs, and then her feet.
“Your back is done, beautiful. Turn to me and let me adore you from the front.”
Joyce turned to me and said, “God, Bill. You are teasing me so much I can hardly stand.”
We kissed, and then I took the soap, lathered my hands and started washing Joyce’s chest. Her tits felt wonderfully smooth with soap and water. I pinched her nipples a little as I massaged her, and then rinsed them off. I kissed each one, sucking a little. Her aureoles became swollen and distended as she became more and more aroused by my attentions. With some more soap, I began washing her belly, and lathered my way to her vagina. I made sure my hands were free of soap before I began to massage her mons. I moved my hand in circles, slowly at first, then a little more rapidly.
“Oh god, Bill. Finger fuck me. Please.”
Joyce’s breathing became shallow and rapid, and her hips bucked as my finger slowly slid in and out. I made sure my palm and knuckle stayed in contact with her clit.
“Oh, shit.” She called out. “God. Oh, Fuck Bill, hold me. Hold me. Finger me. Hold me. I’m coming…”
Her body shuddered as muscle spasms worked their magic on her belly and lungs. Her breathing stopped for a few seconds, and only sounds of intense pleasure softly escaped her. She then went limp after expending a lot of energy squeezing and bucking. I held her in my arms, and she slowly regained her composure.
“I didn’t want you to do that, but I’m glad you did. It feels so good. I feel alive inside. I don’t know why I just didn’t call you and ask you to come over. I’d thought about it, but I think I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” I asked.
“That you would say you were busy, or had a girlfriend or had a date or something.”
“Joyce, please promise me something?” I asked.
“That depends on what you want me to promise,” Joyce replied.
“Promise me that you will never hesitate to ask me anything?”
“I promise. Do you?” She asked.
“I promise,” I said.
“Good. Let’s finish in here and dry off. We need to get my car.”
“Okay gorgeous. We do need to do that, but I can’t take my hands or eyes off you.”
We dried each other off. I still had an erection, and it felt good when Joyce dried it.
“I don’t want you to cum yet,” she said. “You will later, but not yet.”
She kissed me, licked my tongue, and my lips. She bent over and kissed my dick, and then lifted it to the side and took my balls in her mouth one at a time. She took her time nibbling around each one before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it a little more.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know,” I said with a groan before I lifted her to stand with me. “All I can think about right now is your body, and what I can do with you. What we can do together.”
“Correction, what we will do together.”
“Joyce, I have to ask you something, and I know it might ruin the mood, but I have to know.”
“I just had you make me a promise, so you better ask.”
“Your sister told you that you should get revenge. Is that what this is all about?”
Joyce wrapped her arms around my neck and looking into my eyes and said, “You’re right, it would ruin the mood if it were true, but it isn’t. Maybe two percent, maybe none, but I have never felt freer or more comfortable with a man than I have for the last twelve hours. We’ve always clicked, you know it. I’ve always trusted and respected you and you’ve always done the same for me. I just never got to your personal side nor have I shown you mine. Now I have. Now we have and I’m really happy we’re getting to know each other this way.”
Mollified by her response to what could have a day-ending question, we kissed with passionate abandon. We both dressed in gym clothes because that’s all she had aside from her blue dress and because I did not want her to look out of place. Her car was where we had left it. She followed me to a hoagie shop where we had a quick lunch and then went back to my place.
We got into our birthday suits and I invited her to my bed for her massage. I had her lay face down, assuring her that I would have her turn over in due time. Starting with each finger and then her hands I worked slowly and methodically. Up her arms to her shoulders and then neck, she finally made a noise that let me know I was having an effect. I sat on her ass and worked the muscles in her neck and upper back. I could feel tension being released from her body. My hands went to her back, her spine and out to her sides just until I could feel the wondrous curves of her boobs.
She started to lift up, but I said, “No, beautiful. Just lay there and relax. Enjoy my hands on your skin.”
She followed my instructions. I lowered myself down onto her legs, my hard cock riding in the crack of her ass as I massaged her lower back and waist. Seeing this beautiful woman, completely naked and willing on my bed was definitely having an effect on me. I lowered myself even further, positioning my hard on between her feet and began massaging her ass. So tender, so firm, so kissable that I had to lean down and smooch each cheek before continuing lower. I moved her feet outside my legs giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass. She looked so delicious.
I started again with my hands on her feet and slid up her legs with my fingers to the outside and thumbs on the inside. I paid special attention to the globes of her ass for quite a while. They were spectacular. Then I started on the insides of her thighs. Each time I got close to her pussy, her hips rotated, inviting me to go farther.
Patting her on the butt, I told her it was time to roll over. I glanced at the clock and saw I had already spent over a half hour touching the skin of a woman I was coming to know very well.
“That felt so wonderful,” she said rolling over. “Whoa, look at you!” she exclaimed seeing my fully engorged dick pointing straight at her face.
“Babe, this is all about you now. Just lay back and enjoy.”
Again she did as instructed. I moved to the head of the bed and began massaging her scalp and temples. I leaned in and kissed each of her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then her lips. She returned my gesture with a welcome eagerness. I moved to sit on her thighs and positioned myself so the head of my cock was pushing on her clit while I massaged her neck, then her chest and her breasts. Such beautiful breasts, tipped by caramel colored skin and pencil thick nipples. They stood tall and erect on swollen aureole, begging for all the attention I wished to give them. Joyce’s breathing was deep and hard through open lips, telling me I was hitting the good spots. Deciding to move on, I raked my fingers down her abdomen and spent a little time swirling my hands around on her stomach. Saving the best for last, I moved to kneel between her feet.
Joyce spread her legs to accommodate me and once more displayed her bald womanhood to me. Her clit was already swollen from the pressure and movement of my cock against it and peeking out from under its hood. Working each of her toes and then her feet, I made quick work of them before moving to her calves and then thighs. Again, with my thumbs to the inside I stroked her thighs, coming closer and closer to my ultimate target. Finally, abandoning her thighs, I concentrated my fingertips on her mons and inner folds.
“Oh fuck,” Joyce whispered, “get there already.”
She was already very wet and my ring and middle finger slipped into her velvet wetness with ease.
“Mmmmm,” was the only sound in the room.
I lowered my face to her navel and tongued it for a moment before slowly sliding down as my fingers eased in and out of her slippery cunt. She yelped a loud “oh” as I took her clit in my mouth, sucked on it and then I flicked it with my tongue. Her body responded by giving me her inner ridges that guided me to her g-spot. Stroking it with my fingers while I lovingly teased her clit with my tongue, she grabbed the sheets on both sides of her.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed as her legs clamped my head.
“Shit, shit, shhhh,” was all she managed before her body was wracked with a wonderfully powerful orgasm.
She came on my face and hand. My glorious reward for a job well done, her juices were sweet and tangy at once. More flowed from her, her body writhing side to side as I continued my onslaught.
She pushed my head away and cried in a high pitched whisper, “No more. Stop, stop. Oh fuck!”
Her body continued to shake as I moved next to her and cradled her in my arms.
Slowly her breathing became more even, though she continued to breath hard.
“Oh my fucking god, how did you… Where did you learn to…. Jesus,” she whispered through her breaths.
Joyce opened her eyes and rolled her head toward me. Gently, she moved her face to mine and covered my lips with her own, giving me a kiss that spoke to her complete release.
“Thank you Bill, that was so intense,” she whispered bringing her hand to my face. “That was, oh fuck, that was, well, that was wonderful.”
She rolled her head back and dropped her arm to her side before saying, “just, just let me be for a little while. I’m exhausted.”
“You just lay there and relax,” I said getting off the bed. “I’m going to go wash my face and get us some orange juice.”
“That’d be great,” Joyce said. “Do I taste good?”
“Beautiful, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I left the room and returned a few minutes later with two tumblers of OJ. She was sitting at the head of the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest and her feet spread. Her still wet, red and swollen mound on full display.
“Hi,” she said smiling.
“Here,” I said offering her the juice, “you need to drink some juice to replace all the juices you gave to me.”
“Oh, that was just my natural lubrication. There isn’t that much.”
“No, Joyce,” I said, “when you came, you came hard and you ejaculated. You squirted.”
“What! I’ve never squirted, not once.”
“Well you did this time. How did it feel?”
“Absolutely wonderful. Come on, let’s just stay in bed for a while,” she said patting the mattress beside her.
“So,” I said after taking a drink and lying next to her, “Do you think we can make a weekend of this?”
“Fuck yeah. We’re going to make years worth of weekends out of this. I promise you that in an hour, I’m going to give you a fuck like you’ve never been fucked before and every time we do, you’re going to tell me it was better than the last.”
Joyce put her head down on my stomach and I think we both dozed off for a little while. I awoke with a warmth in my groin. I look down to see the back of Joyce’s head moving up and down. Once again I was in her very talented mouth. She sucked me to full length and hard girth as I played with her pussy, getting it nice and wet and inviting.
She lifted from my attention whoring cock and sat on my stomach, bringing her face to mine and kissing me deeply with her talented tongue. She slid down my body gently and I felt myself at the entrance to heaven. She lifted herself onto her knees and then dropped straight down, taking all of me inside. Joyce started grinding her clit against my pubis, pulling on her nipples as she did. I pushed up for all I was worth trying and succeeding to hit her cervix before bouncing my ass on the bed, driving myself into her deep and hard.
I started to shift to roll and get her beneath me, but she put her hands on my shoulders and said, “No baby, just like this this time.”
She squeezed my cock with her cunt and continued to ride me, falling forward and doing a tweak with her ass that drove me nuts. Her nipples invited me to play, so I took them in my fingers and rolled them, and pulled them, and smothered them with my palms. So delicious looking as they swelled and became as hard as little rocks. She straightened up, moving her hand behind her and she began massaging my nuts to the boiling point. She bounced. She massaged. She fucked me like I had never been fucked before. I moved my hands from her tits to her hips as I felt my climax approaching, driving her body down harder and faster than she could do alone. She was beginning to shake. I was beginning to shake. Then we both rattled and rolled as I dumped and pumped what felt like buckets deep into her womb. She screamed. I screamed. My cork had been pulled by an expert.
Quickly she jumped off me and turned around into a sixty-nine. Her cunt was a wide open hole and my cum was just drooling from her as she covered my mouth with her twat and my still swollen cock with her mouth. What the fuck, I thought, and began lapping at her trough and playing her clit with my chin. She was doing her part too, cleaning all remnants of our coupling from me as I did the same for her. I saw and felt her closing though she was still making love to my withering pole. Satisfied she had done her best, she dismounted and turned to lie once again in my arms. Not a word was spoken as we came down from our coital high. I relaxed into a daze and she did the same, our breathing becoming normal and content. We drifted onto a calm ocean that held the promise of many future storms.
