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The next day (she’d said to come back tomorrow) didn’t happen, nor did it happen the day after that. The weekend came with no opportunities for Deb and I to get together. I was pent up and frustrated and my cock was sore from beating off.
The weekend was busy, so that took my mind off of Deb for a little bit, but at night I’d lay there thinking about her.
This was well before the Internet revolution, so the only affordable porn I had access to was from the bargain section at the XXX “bookstore”. There was a “Big Women” edition that had a woman who resembled Deb. I’d fantasize about Deb while the woman in the magazine would be pictured bent over with her legs spread. To this day, viewing a woman from behind, with her butt in the air and legs spread, is one of my favorites poses. I always dream of sticking my face up into her cheeks and licking her until she cums.
I had a computer program due on that Monday, so I normally liked to go to the University computing center at 3 AM, and run revisions until I got the program right. So 3 AM on Monday morning, I was over there slaving over a hot keyboard. By 6 AM, I had it right, so I gathered my deck of punch cards (yeah, way back then) and results, put them in my backpack and headed for they gym to shoot baskets then take a shower. I had an 8 AM class, then I was free for the rest of the day.
After class, as I was walking home, Deb’s opened her door of her place and said, “Hey, sailor. Interested in a hot cookie?”
Needless to say, I was interested in all different types of “cookies”, Deb might have, so I ran across the street, up the steps and into her house.
I followed her into the kitchen where I could smell fresh cookies. She sat me down, filled a napkin with cookies and placed them in front of me with a glass of milk.
She was standing at the counter in her bath robe, putting balls of cookies on the cooking sheet.
“You came by at the right time. I’m finishing the last batch.” She said.
I wanted so bad to walk up in back of her, wrap my arms around her and press every inch of my body against her. I was still pretty shy, so I waited for an opening.
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to stop by, but I wasn’t sure when good time would be.” I said.
“Oh, anytime is good. I wasn’t sure if I’d scared you off.” She said with a smile.
As she turned around her housecoat gapped for a second and I could see she only had a bra and panties on. She quickly closed it and tied it off. I said, “you don’t need to do that.”
“But it’s cold!” She said.
“I can help keep you warm.” I said with a smile.
As she walked over to me, she untied her housecoat and I turned in my seat towards her. She stopped inches away from me and I slid my arms into her housecoat, opening it up, and pressed my face into her tummy, wrapping my arms around, pulling her close. It felt so good, I just let out a long sigh as she laid her hand on my back and rubbed.
“After this batch is done I have to get ready for work. Would you like to help me take a shower?” She asked.
I pulled my head back and looked up at her with a big grin on my face, but all I could think to say was, “Yes!”
I stood up and we hugged. I wanted every inch of our body surfaces to touch, from our knees on up. We kissed. And we kissed. And she pulled my shirt up so she could put her hands on my skin. I reached down to adjust myself (I had a hell of a hard-on at this point) and she said, “Here, I’ll take care of that.”
She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and as soon had my underwear and pants down around my ankles. She stood up and guided my cock between her legs, letting it rub up against her silky panties. She’d alternate between squeezing her legs together, then spreading them apart.
I certainly liked the stimulation. She apparently did to, because as she would open her legs, she’d start moving her hips so the tip of my cock would rub against her panties, front to back. Her lips softened and her tongue came out to play with mine. I was not a skilled kisser at this point, but I did my best to keep up and not try to lick her tonsils.
Occasionally she’d suck the tip of my tongue into her mouth so I’d make it hard and straight, then she’d suck it in and out. I can frankly say that at that point, it was the most erotic thing any woman had done to me. Tongues and lips are so fun!
We were interrupted by the oven timer. She waved her housecoat and said, “Whoo, I’m hot now!”
And I said with a smile, “Yes you are!”
That got a good chuckle and I stood their, with my pole at attention, watching her take cookies out of the oven.
She looked back over her shoulder, giggled and said, “You can make yourself comfortable...”
I shrugged and doffed my shirt and undershirt, kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants and underwear and slipped off my socks. Then I walked over to the counter, where she was taking cookies off the baking sheet, and pressed my body up against her backside.
I could feel my cock align with her ass cheeks and she raised her arms, so I could reach around and take a breast in each hand. I pulled back her hair on one side, so I could nibble on her neck and kiss her ears. She’d probably never taken so long to take cookies off of a cookie sheet, because I was definitely distracting her. As she did so, she pressed back towards me and moved her body in all sorts of interesting ways.
She got done with the cookies and I reluctantly released her. She put the cookie sheet in the sink, then reached over, grabbed my erection and said, “Let’s go upstairs and take a shower.”
She led me by the dick to the stairs, then she released me. Even though she was short and I was tall, it was impractical for her to try and lead me up the stairs, so she dropped her housecoat, which I dutifully picked up and preceded me up the stairs.
I was enjoying the view and as we reached the top of the stairs, she stopped, still holding on to the top of the handrail and bent over a bit, sticking her plump bottom out at me at face level.
I, of course, took one bun in each hand, enjoying the feel. Rubbing my hands over the slick silky underwear she had on. I kissed along where her legs came out of her underwear. Then I reached up to the waistband. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled as I pulled her underwear down to her ankles.
My face was right up in her bottom. I’d never had my face that close to a womans bottom before. I kissed each cheek and pressed my face up against each one. She then stepped out of her panties and headed for the bathroom. I picked up her dirty panties and gave them a sniff.
She was starting the water as I walked in and she asked me to unhook her bra. It was a bulwark affair. Rather than the two hooks on the back, they were multiple on the front and the bra extended down over her ribs to almost her belly button (early Byzantine shapewear, I guess). I took delight in unhooking it and kissing the fresh flesh underneath, with its little imprints in her skin from the fabric of the bra.
Her breasts, when freed, were impressive and sensitive. I don’t recall ever looking at her bra to see what size it was, but I still consider them to have been huge. The skin of her areola squinched up and wrinkled as they were exposed to the air. Her nipples were like little buttons and firm. When I sucked them into my mouth and ran my tongue over them they got even firmer. She really seemed to like it when I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue.
The shower wasn’t very big. It was a standard size tub. So I stood in back, when we got in. She got wet, then I got the bar of soap and started soaping up her back. I was thorough, making sure I didn’t miss any piece of skin. She turned and faced me, rinsing off her back and said, “Now do my front.”
She really enjoyed me soaping up her front. As I soaped up her breasts and rubbed them over and over, she gave me a deep kiss that practically left me breathless. She’d grab my cock and stroke it for me, but then let it go. I probably spent more time washing her breasts than necessary, but also found she liked it when I probed her belly button. :)
She turned back into the shower and stuck her bottom out. I think this is where my appreciation of BBW bottoms started. I soaped her up good and made sure my fingers washed every nook and cranny. I don’t think I’d ever touched anyone else's anus, until that moment. I got down on my knees for a good look. She stopped me when I became too forceful, trying to penetrate her asshole with my pinky, but there was so much more to explore, I didn’t care.
I stood back up and with my hands on her hips, I put my cock up against her ass crack and rubbed up and down along it. She pressed back so my cock slipped deeper between her cheeks. I tried to keep it slow and casual. I had my cock buried between the butt cheeks of a woman I thought was beautiful and sexy. I was in heaven, but thought I’d explode, I was so turned on. But I didn’t.
I knelt back down and soaped up her legs, taking special interest to the between section and her thighs, then she lifted her foot. I washed her foot, between her toes, rubbed the bottoms of her feet. She had thick calfs and ankles that made her feet look really small and dainty.
She turned and said, “Now my front.”
Still on my knees I was just about face level with her pubic bush. I paid a lot of attention to that, soaping up her pubic hair and probing between her labia. She’d let out a little gasp/grunt, when I’d be anywhere around the head of her clit.
Then again I soaped her thighs. As I got her first leg good and soapy, she steadied herself with a hand on the wall and placed a foot up on the back edge of the tub and she handed me her razor. “Shave my leg.” She said.
This was something of a calculated risk, on her part. At the age of 20-21, I had a really, really light beard. So much, in fact, I didn’t shave every day. Double-blades, rather than a twin blade safety razor, were still kind of new and she handed me a Gillette Atra razor. I started tentatively, going with the hair, up near her groin. She had me change and go against the hair, starting at her ankles (makes sense when you consider it from her point of view). As I’d finish a side, she’d have me rinse, feel for spots I missed, then re-soap and get those spots. I loved the smoothness of her legs as I finished and made sure I kissed her leg from foot to crotch.
Having first one leg, then the other, up like that gave me a clear view of her pussy. I’d lose my train of thought at times getting a good look. At the end, she squatted down lower to me so I could get a good look, then she stood up, finished rinsing and shut the shower off.
We took our time drying each other off. Little kisses, long body presses, touching and fondling. My cock was aching, when she led me into the bedroom. She lay down on the be and told me, “Get on top of me, between my legs.”
I didn’t argue, my cock was aching from being erect for so long. I was on my hands and knees, my hips between her legs and I leaned down to kiss her. She hooked her feet around my waist and pulled me down. I went willingly.
She guided me into her. It was easier than I expected, but then we’d been engaged in foreplay for almost an hour. I heard her go, “uh,” and then sigh, as I sank my cock into her sopping wet pussy. She used her hands and feet to control my depth and speed.
At first she kept it shallow. I’d almost pull out of her, then she’d pull me back in, but not all the way. She let the tempo build up then she pulled me forward so I went deep into her. The sensation went from rubbing the head of my cock, to the base.
She was very excited, because she kept me deep, pulling with her feet, and rocked her hips up and down. Our lips were locked together and I could feel my cock, somehow, getting thicker as I approached the edge of climax.
I felt her hand snake down between us and could feel her flicking her fingertips across her clit.
She released her hold on me and I couldn’t seem to stop myself as I started fucking her. My cock plunging into her, pulling back out and repeating. As I picked up the pace, I could feel myself going over the edge and I started to orgasm. I moaned and groaned as my cum emptied out of me, into her and it seemed to go on for ages.
As I came back to my senses, I kept sliding in and out of her, because it felt so good. “Can I help you?” I asked.
She pushed back on my chest and I went back on my knees. She pulled her knees up and started to roll on her side. I pulled out of her with that agonizing pleasure I feel whenever I pull out of a woman. I laid down next to her and as we were kissing, she took my hand and put it between her legs. “Just like the last time.” She said.
I touched her pubic bush and let my palm cup it as my fingertips reached down and between her labia. She gasped as I made contact with her clit. I felt around, my fingers becoming slick with my semen and her juices. I slid my fingertip back, between her labia, until I reached the back, then slid it down into her pussy. First a knuckle deep, then two, bringing up more cum and spreading it around the lips of her pussy. Every time I reached her clit, she have a little gasp and thrust her hips forward.
I had been dragging my finger tip around the edges of her pussy, stopping to dip my finger in her then slide it up between her labia minora, then back around again to repeat. On my final pass, when I got to her clit she grabbed my arm and held it there, gasping and thrusting her hips. She twisted away, still holding my arm and I did my best to stay in contact with her. On her back she kept opening and closing her legs, groaning and hissing, bucking her hips. I kept my body in as close a contact as possible.
Then she started to calm down. She relaxed her grip and let go of my arm. I asked if she was ok. She had a big smile on her face, her eyes were closed and she nodded. She dropped her legs flat on the bed, breathing deeply and blowing out through her lips. I stayed still, but close to her. Finally she looked over at me, reach over, placing her hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards her for a kiss.
It was a gentle kiss, compared to hot and heavy kissing and tonguing we’d just been engaged in.
She glanced down at my cock and said, “you’re still hard!”
“Care to go again?” I asked.
She gave a deep throaty chuckle, let out a long sigh, but said, “Yes, but no. I have to go to work.”
I looked at the clock and realized almost 3 hours had elapsed since I’d arrived at her house.
We continued to cuddle and she wrapped her hand around my cock. I couldn’t help but slowly raise my hips in a thrust, feeling it slide through her hands.
She rolled fully onto her side, switched hands and started to stroke my cock in earnest. It wasn’t long before I felt myself reaching the edge of orgasm. She pushed up against me and made me roll on my back and I started to cum. I heard her give a giggle of surprise as a ribbon of cum exploded from my cock and landed on my belly and chest. I was actually surprised I had that much left.
With her hand still around my cock, she looked at the clock and sighed, “I have to get ready to go and you have to go.”
I collected my thoughts. She let me go and I rolled off of the bed.
“My husband is going to a conference, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, next week. Everyone else is at school. Would you like to come over and keep me company?” She asked.
I chuckled and simply said, “Yes.”
I helped her change the sheets on the bed and watched her clean up. I helped her put on her pantyhose, hook her bra, button the back of her blouse and zip up the back of her skirt, which I really enjoyed helping with.
We didn’t realize until she was almost ready to go that I was still naked as a jaybird. We joked that we needed to keep track of things because we also realized that all of my cloths lay in a pile in the middle of the kitchen.
We had a date, but I’d have to wait almost another week.
The weekend was busy, so that took my mind off of Deb for a little bit, but at night I’d lay there thinking about her.
This was well before the Internet revolution, so the only affordable porn I had access to was from the bargain section at the XXX “bookstore”. There was a “Big Women” edition that had a woman who resembled Deb. I’d fantasize about Deb while the woman in the magazine would be pictured bent over with her legs spread. To this day, viewing a woman from behind, with her butt in the air and legs spread, is one of my favorites poses. I always dream of sticking my face up into her cheeks and licking her until she cums.
I had a computer program due on that Monday, so I normally liked to go to the University computing center at 3 AM, and run revisions until I got the program right. So 3 AM on Monday morning, I was over there slaving over a hot keyboard. By 6 AM, I had it right, so I gathered my deck of punch cards (yeah, way back then) and results, put them in my backpack and headed for they gym to shoot baskets then take a shower. I had an 8 AM class, then I was free for the rest of the day.
After class, as I was walking home, Deb’s opened her door of her place and said, “Hey, sailor. Interested in a hot cookie?”
Needless to say, I was interested in all different types of “cookies”, Deb might have, so I ran across the street, up the steps and into her house.
I followed her into the kitchen where I could smell fresh cookies. She sat me down, filled a napkin with cookies and placed them in front of me with a glass of milk.
She was standing at the counter in her bath robe, putting balls of cookies on the cooking sheet.
“You came by at the right time. I’m finishing the last batch.” She said.
I wanted so bad to walk up in back of her, wrap my arms around her and press every inch of my body against her. I was still pretty shy, so I waited for an opening.
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to stop by, but I wasn’t sure when good time would be.” I said.
“Oh, anytime is good. I wasn’t sure if I’d scared you off.” She said with a smile.
As she turned around her housecoat gapped for a second and I could see she only had a bra and panties on. She quickly closed it and tied it off. I said, “you don’t need to do that.”
“But it’s cold!” She said.
“I can help keep you warm.” I said with a smile.
As she walked over to me, she untied her housecoat and I turned in my seat towards her. She stopped inches away from me and I slid my arms into her housecoat, opening it up, and pressed my face into her tummy, wrapping my arms around, pulling her close. It felt so good, I just let out a long sigh as she laid her hand on my back and rubbed.
“After this batch is done I have to get ready for work. Would you like to help me take a shower?” She asked.
I pulled my head back and looked up at her with a big grin on my face, but all I could think to say was, “Yes!”
I stood up and we hugged. I wanted every inch of our body surfaces to touch, from our knees on up. We kissed. And we kissed. And she pulled my shirt up so she could put her hands on my skin. I reached down to adjust myself (I had a hell of a hard-on at this point) and she said, “Here, I’ll take care of that.”
She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and as soon had my underwear and pants down around my ankles. She stood up and guided my cock between her legs, letting it rub up against her silky panties. She’d alternate between squeezing her legs together, then spreading them apart.
I certainly liked the stimulation. She apparently did to, because as she would open her legs, she’d start moving her hips so the tip of my cock would rub against her panties, front to back. Her lips softened and her tongue came out to play with mine. I was not a skilled kisser at this point, but I did my best to keep up and not try to lick her tonsils.
Occasionally she’d suck the tip of my tongue into her mouth so I’d make it hard and straight, then she’d suck it in and out. I can frankly say that at that point, it was the most erotic thing any woman had done to me. Tongues and lips are so fun!
We were interrupted by the oven timer. She waved her housecoat and said, “Whoo, I’m hot now!”
And I said with a smile, “Yes you are!”
That got a good chuckle and I stood their, with my pole at attention, watching her take cookies out of the oven.
She looked back over her shoulder, giggled and said, “You can make yourself comfortable...”
I shrugged and doffed my shirt and undershirt, kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants and underwear and slipped off my socks. Then I walked over to the counter, where she was taking cookies off the baking sheet, and pressed my body up against her backside.
I could feel my cock align with her ass cheeks and she raised her arms, so I could reach around and take a breast in each hand. I pulled back her hair on one side, so I could nibble on her neck and kiss her ears. She’d probably never taken so long to take cookies off of a cookie sheet, because I was definitely distracting her. As she did so, she pressed back towards me and moved her body in all sorts of interesting ways.
She got done with the cookies and I reluctantly released her. She put the cookie sheet in the sink, then reached over, grabbed my erection and said, “Let’s go upstairs and take a shower.”
She led me by the dick to the stairs, then she released me. Even though she was short and I was tall, it was impractical for her to try and lead me up the stairs, so she dropped her housecoat, which I dutifully picked up and preceded me up the stairs.
I was enjoying the view and as we reached the top of the stairs, she stopped, still holding on to the top of the handrail and bent over a bit, sticking her plump bottom out at me at face level.
I, of course, took one bun in each hand, enjoying the feel. Rubbing my hands over the slick silky underwear she had on. I kissed along where her legs came out of her underwear. Then I reached up to the waistband. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled as I pulled her underwear down to her ankles.
My face was right up in her bottom. I’d never had my face that close to a womans bottom before. I kissed each cheek and pressed my face up against each one. She then stepped out of her panties and headed for the bathroom. I picked up her dirty panties and gave them a sniff.
She was starting the water as I walked in and she asked me to unhook her bra. It was a bulwark affair. Rather than the two hooks on the back, they were multiple on the front and the bra extended down over her ribs to almost her belly button (early Byzantine shapewear, I guess). I took delight in unhooking it and kissing the fresh flesh underneath, with its little imprints in her skin from the fabric of the bra.
Her breasts, when freed, were impressive and sensitive. I don’t recall ever looking at her bra to see what size it was, but I still consider them to have been huge. The skin of her areola squinched up and wrinkled as they were exposed to the air. Her nipples were like little buttons and firm. When I sucked them into my mouth and ran my tongue over them they got even firmer. She really seemed to like it when I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue.
The shower wasn’t very big. It was a standard size tub. So I stood in back, when we got in. She got wet, then I got the bar of soap and started soaping up her back. I was thorough, making sure I didn’t miss any piece of skin. She turned and faced me, rinsing off her back and said, “Now do my front.”
She really enjoyed me soaping up her front. As I soaped up her breasts and rubbed them over and over, she gave me a deep kiss that practically left me breathless. She’d grab my cock and stroke it for me, but then let it go. I probably spent more time washing her breasts than necessary, but also found she liked it when I probed her belly button. :)
She turned back into the shower and stuck her bottom out. I think this is where my appreciation of BBW bottoms started. I soaped her up good and made sure my fingers washed every nook and cranny. I don’t think I’d ever touched anyone else's anus, until that moment. I got down on my knees for a good look. She stopped me when I became too forceful, trying to penetrate her asshole with my pinky, but there was so much more to explore, I didn’t care.
I stood back up and with my hands on her hips, I put my cock up against her ass crack and rubbed up and down along it. She pressed back so my cock slipped deeper between her cheeks. I tried to keep it slow and casual. I had my cock buried between the butt cheeks of a woman I thought was beautiful and sexy. I was in heaven, but thought I’d explode, I was so turned on. But I didn’t.
I knelt back down and soaped up her legs, taking special interest to the between section and her thighs, then she lifted her foot. I washed her foot, between her toes, rubbed the bottoms of her feet. She had thick calfs and ankles that made her feet look really small and dainty.
She turned and said, “Now my front.”
Still on my knees I was just about face level with her pubic bush. I paid a lot of attention to that, soaping up her pubic hair and probing between her labia. She’d let out a little gasp/grunt, when I’d be anywhere around the head of her clit.
Then again I soaped her thighs. As I got her first leg good and soapy, she steadied herself with a hand on the wall and placed a foot up on the back edge of the tub and she handed me her razor. “Shave my leg.” She said.
This was something of a calculated risk, on her part. At the age of 20-21, I had a really, really light beard. So much, in fact, I didn’t shave every day. Double-blades, rather than a twin blade safety razor, were still kind of new and she handed me a Gillette Atra razor. I started tentatively, going with the hair, up near her groin. She had me change and go against the hair, starting at her ankles (makes sense when you consider it from her point of view). As I’d finish a side, she’d have me rinse, feel for spots I missed, then re-soap and get those spots. I loved the smoothness of her legs as I finished and made sure I kissed her leg from foot to crotch.
Having first one leg, then the other, up like that gave me a clear view of her pussy. I’d lose my train of thought at times getting a good look. At the end, she squatted down lower to me so I could get a good look, then she stood up, finished rinsing and shut the shower off.
We took our time drying each other off. Little kisses, long body presses, touching and fondling. My cock was aching, when she led me into the bedroom. She lay down on the be and told me, “Get on top of me, between my legs.”
I didn’t argue, my cock was aching from being erect for so long. I was on my hands and knees, my hips between her legs and I leaned down to kiss her. She hooked her feet around my waist and pulled me down. I went willingly.
She guided me into her. It was easier than I expected, but then we’d been engaged in foreplay for almost an hour. I heard her go, “uh,” and then sigh, as I sank my cock into her sopping wet pussy. She used her hands and feet to control my depth and speed.
At first she kept it shallow. I’d almost pull out of her, then she’d pull me back in, but not all the way. She let the tempo build up then she pulled me forward so I went deep into her. The sensation went from rubbing the head of my cock, to the base.
She was very excited, because she kept me deep, pulling with her feet, and rocked her hips up and down. Our lips were locked together and I could feel my cock, somehow, getting thicker as I approached the edge of climax.
I felt her hand snake down between us and could feel her flicking her fingertips across her clit.
She released her hold on me and I couldn’t seem to stop myself as I started fucking her. My cock plunging into her, pulling back out and repeating. As I picked up the pace, I could feel myself going over the edge and I started to orgasm. I moaned and groaned as my cum emptied out of me, into her and it seemed to go on for ages.
As I came back to my senses, I kept sliding in and out of her, because it felt so good. “Can I help you?” I asked.
She pushed back on my chest and I went back on my knees. She pulled her knees up and started to roll on her side. I pulled out of her with that agonizing pleasure I feel whenever I pull out of a woman. I laid down next to her and as we were kissing, she took my hand and put it between her legs. “Just like the last time.” She said.
I touched her pubic bush and let my palm cup it as my fingertips reached down and between her labia. She gasped as I made contact with her clit. I felt around, my fingers becoming slick with my semen and her juices. I slid my fingertip back, between her labia, until I reached the back, then slid it down into her pussy. First a knuckle deep, then two, bringing up more cum and spreading it around the lips of her pussy. Every time I reached her clit, she have a little gasp and thrust her hips forward.
I had been dragging my finger tip around the edges of her pussy, stopping to dip my finger in her then slide it up between her labia minora, then back around again to repeat. On my final pass, when I got to her clit she grabbed my arm and held it there, gasping and thrusting her hips. She twisted away, still holding my arm and I did my best to stay in contact with her. On her back she kept opening and closing her legs, groaning and hissing, bucking her hips. I kept my body in as close a contact as possible.
Then she started to calm down. She relaxed her grip and let go of my arm. I asked if she was ok. She had a big smile on her face, her eyes were closed and she nodded. She dropped her legs flat on the bed, breathing deeply and blowing out through her lips. I stayed still, but close to her. Finally she looked over at me, reach over, placing her hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards her for a kiss.
It was a gentle kiss, compared to hot and heavy kissing and tonguing we’d just been engaged in.
She glanced down at my cock and said, “you’re still hard!”
“Care to go again?” I asked.
She gave a deep throaty chuckle, let out a long sigh, but said, “Yes, but no. I have to go to work.”
I looked at the clock and realized almost 3 hours had elapsed since I’d arrived at her house.
We continued to cuddle and she wrapped her hand around my cock. I couldn’t help but slowly raise my hips in a thrust, feeling it slide through her hands.
She rolled fully onto her side, switched hands and started to stroke my cock in earnest. It wasn’t long before I felt myself reaching the edge of orgasm. She pushed up against me and made me roll on my back and I started to cum. I heard her give a giggle of surprise as a ribbon of cum exploded from my cock and landed on my belly and chest. I was actually surprised I had that much left.
With her hand still around my cock, she looked at the clock and sighed, “I have to get ready to go and you have to go.”
I collected my thoughts. She let me go and I rolled off of the bed.
“My husband is going to a conference, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, next week. Everyone else is at school. Would you like to come over and keep me company?” She asked.
I chuckled and simply said, “Yes.”
I helped her change the sheets on the bed and watched her clean up. I helped her put on her pantyhose, hook her bra, button the back of her blouse and zip up the back of her skirt, which I really enjoyed helping with.
We didn’t realize until she was almost ready to go that I was still naked as a jaybird. We joked that we needed to keep track of things because we also realized that all of my cloths lay in a pile in the middle of the kitchen.
We had a date, but I’d have to wait almost another week.
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