Swans Ch 1
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I live in an apartment complex, and my neighbors owned the place across from us solely for the purpose of weekend stays during football season. They were alumni of the university, and college football seemed to be the highlight of their autumn. The summer previous to this one they appeared on a few random occasions. So we weren’t too surprised to see the woman who lived there show up in her car one day. But we were surprised to see her alone and at the pool.
She came through the gate wearing a thick, red silk robe, and settled into a spot in the corner. She took off the robe, revealing a modest black bikini. She also wore a big hat and sunglasses, remaining mostly candid in the corner chair, while Jake and I whispered back and forth about whether that was her or not. I had only seen her in glimpses with her husband, on Friday afternoons when they were dragging luggage into their apartment, or when heading out to the games. They were in their early forties; a good looking couple with kids at middle school age. Until that afternoon, we had never realized what a body she had.
We wanted to know if that was her, so finally we decided to run the tried and true strategy of losing a football. We made it bounce into her corner, and I hopped out to grab it. She looked away from her book and lowered her sunglasses. “Hey there,” she said.
“Hi… you’re our neighbor right?”
“I sure am. I’m Jessie Swan,” she held out her hand.
I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “I’m Kevin. But…Swan? I thought I remember a different...”
“Yeah, well, last names change sometimes,” she smiled. “Speaking of which, I might be spending a good bit more time at my apartment from now on. I hope you don’t mind having a neighbor around.”
“Oh,” I said, thinking about what it meant that her last name changed. “No. We like having neighbors around. It gets kind of lonely in our corner of the complex. No one else lives around here, you know?” I looked back at Jake, still waiting on me. “Okay, well he’s waiting on me. Good to see you again, Ms. Swan.”
“Oh just call me Jessie. I’m not your teacher!”
I chuckled. “Sure thing.”
Later on that day, I told Jake about the remark Jessie had made about her name; how she had cut me off so harshly. We both agreed that she must have recently divorced her husband. Jake, of course, with his ever horny mind jumped straight to the conclusion that, “You should try to bang her.” I know he would have tried it himself if he didn’t have a girlfriend, and whenever he sees an opportunity for me to hit on a girl, he gets excited to push me into it.
At first I thought nothing of it and didn’t want to get in Jessie’s way. But over the next week, I started to wonder…
I saw her when I was heading out to work in the morning. She was walking back from the mailbox, wearing the same robe. That was the first time I ever got a good look at her. She had a much more friendly face that I expected. She smiled and said, “Hey!” in a delighted voice—never cared to brush away the locks of dirty blonde hair draped over one of her eyes. She was about two inches shorter than me, and had a body that was somewhere between toned and curvy. We got into a bit of small talk while standing out there on the sidewalk, and next thing I know she trails inside her apartment, saying, “Come on in if you got a couple of minutes.”
I could tell, from all the stuff in her living room, that she was in the process of moving in, but I held off on broaching the topic. The other thing I noticed was a super strong smell of something baked, and good coffee. She offered me some coffee and a muffin, which I put in my travel cup, so that I could be heading out. I told her my whole situation, that Jake and I had graduated last spring, but were still living in town for the next year at least.
“So you’re what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-three actually,” I said. “Just had a birthday last week.”
She smiled. “Well, you’re older than you look.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“I’ll make you a cake for your birthday.”
“Oh—you don’t have to.”
“Are you sure? It can be a neighborly thing. As you can see, I love to bake.”
Go on. Take the damn cake! I imagined Jake yelling at me if I didn’t respond to what I thought might be Jessie flirting with me. So I told her, “Sure—if you want to surprise me with something.”
“I definitely will!”
I still couldn’t wrap my head around thinking of her as a friend, someone on a first name basis with me. I’m in that weird stage in my life where some adults are my peers and others are still an authoritative figure to me. Ms. Swanson, or Jessie, seemed too old to be my peer, but the way she treated me like a friend made her irresistible. She was definitely open to conversation. I couldn’t read her intentions beyond that.
A couple days later we talked a bit while she was walking her dog and I was sitting on the small patio area of my apartment. I told her I make use of the space out there a lot because our walls are thin and my roommate plays annoying dubstep music all the time. Her immediate response was, “Well you can always hide out in my living room if I’m home. I’m a quiet person.” She shot me a wink that made my stomach churn.
“I might,” I said.
The next day she saw me again while walking her dog, but in a much different context. Other than her, no one lives on our end of the apartment complex, so I had never developed very private habits as far as my window blinds go. I walked out of my bathroom naked and checked my phone, then noticed that she was out there with a clear view at what I was doing. She may have even been staring at me. I covered my junk at first, but I didn’t really want to walk away from the moment. She laughed, then gave me a devilish wink and waved at me. I gave her a look like I had accepted being caught naked, and waved back with both hands. After that I had to close my blinds, because I didn’t want her to see that I was springing a massive boner! I sat on my bed and jacked myself off like a teenager.
Every time I thought of running into Jessie and hatching a conversation that would land me on her bed, I popped a massive boner that I couldn’t keep down. I was coming up on the one year mark of the last time I had slept with a girl, so the urge to sleep with Jessie was major. The next time I saw her, I asked her what she thought of catching me naked. She remained candid and told me she didn’t mind if my blinds were open more often.
On the following Thursday night, there was a loud knock at my door. She asked me to come in her apartment and help her with something. Two minutes later, we were sitting on her floor looking at the instructions for the bookshelf she had bought. I was wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts—no underwear. Not the best outfit for assembling furniture, and definitely not something that can hide a boner. But I didn’t care if I got a boner at this point. At the worst, I’d be a little embarrassed.
She was wearing workout clothes and said she had just come from the gym. She poured herself a big glass of wine then sat down on the floor next to me and joked about how hard the instructions were. We both laughed about it, but I look a more serious look at them and started to figure the thing out.
“You look like you’re on a roll,” she got up. “If you don’t mind I’m going to go rinse off,” she said. “It’ll just be five minutes—not even washing my hair.”
“No problem,” I said. And in an instant, I was alone in her living room, wondering what was going on.
And it smelled absolutely fantastic in there. I peaked at the kitchen and saw that the oven was on, and there were a couple of plates with cupcakes and muffins on them. This woman really did love to bake. While she was showering she sang to her heart’s content. I had the bookshelf half assembled when I heard her unmuted voice from the hall. “You don’t have to bother with that thing if it’s a pain in the ass.”
I looked at her, and a shot of adrenaline went through me. She was wearing that same silk robe—tied quite loosely around her waist this time. “You ready for me to surprise you with your birthday cake?”
“Is that what smells so good in here?”
I sat on the couch while she brought the whole cake around to the coffee table, along with whip cream and a jar of cherries. It was a beautifully crafted chocolate cake with a huge layer of icing all around. She went back into the kitchen to get a pot of tea and honey. “The tea and the cake have to go together,” she said. She stood across from me and bent over to slice the cake. Her boobs were hanging out of the robe so much that I could see both her nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes away, even though the sight made my dick start to swell up so much that I probably couldn’t hide it.
I complimented the cake, and she talked about her baking hobby, while cutting another slice for herself and pouring the tea. I barely heard a word. I thought to myself, ‘She must realize her boobs are fully visible to me…’ That, along with her freshly showered scent, and the first taste of the cake… I was mesmerized.
She sat close to me on the couch, with her legs curled up, leaning on her arm so that her front side was pointed right at me. I tried to catch a glimpse between her legs, to see if she was wearing panties, but the most I could see was halfway up her thighs. Perhaps she was quite tipsy already, but she was in high spirits that night. She cracked a few jokes while we talked and asked me about my job. The age difference between us had completely melted away.
“Try this with whip cream on it, seriously,” she said.
My plate was empty and on the coffee table. “I’m too comfortable like this,” I said. “All the tea and cake have me chilled out. The opposite of what they do to you, obviously.”
She chuckled. “Here. Open up.” She put a dollop of whip cream on a chunk of cake and brought it toward me with her hand. She lost her balance halfway across my chest and dropped the cake on my shirt. Her other hand came down and landed on my thigh. “Oh! Sorry,” she said, then laughed.
“That’s alright.” I ate the cake off my shirt.
She let her hand glide across my crotch. “Is that your dick?” She lightly grabbed me through my shorts and shook it a bit. “Well, someone’s not shy right now.” We locked eyes as she slid back into her spot on the couch. “You’re not even wearing boxers are you?”
“Nope.”
“Seems fair. After all, I’m not wearing anything but this robe.”
With those words, my dick went to a full hard-on, but she pretended not to notice. I licked the cake off my fingers. My heart was pounding, and in my head I was nervous as hell, but I didn’t let it show. I went for what I wanted, and started to take my shirt off. “Why don’t you wash my shirt for me, since you got cake all over it?”
She stared at my chest a few seconds. I’m not an incredibly muscular guy, but she must have liked what she saw. “Can I wash that body?”
“My body isn’t dirty.”
“It’s going to be.”
“Why is that?”
She calmly set her plate on the table and scooped the last of her cake into her hand, then lunged at me and smeared it on my chest. I threw my hands up and ended up grabbing her around the waist. I grabbed her sides more tightly. Her body was so perfectly soft.
“Oh. There it is,” I said. We locked eyes again. “That’s a little naughty.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “You might need to wash those shorts too. There’s so much pre-cum dripping out of you that I can see the stains from here.”
I listened to her heavy breaths for a few seconds. “I’ll let you wash my shorts.”
“Good.” She slipped my shorts off slowly, dragged the waistband across my cock so that it popped up when it was finally freed, and she threw the shorts to the side, then played with my cock for a minute, running her thumb up and down the underside of it. Indeed, I had a lot of pre-cum dripping out of me, enough for her to jack me off.
We didn’t say anything, and I enjoyed listening to the both of us breathing heavily. The warmth in my chest from drinking tea spread all across my body. And Jessie was incredibly seductive, as she rubbed each hand up and down my leg. She pushed me back with one hand, so that I was fully lying down, then crawled up and nibbled the cake off my chest and sucked the icing away. She went back to playing with my cock, took the bottle of honey off the table and let some drip onto the tip and down the side, slowly licked it all off, then went to sucking. And wow. She was good. For a moment, I remembered that she was twenty years older than me and probably could put moves on me that would blow my mind. She did everything slow and seductively, so that I was ready to explode, but she wouldn’t let me. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I was afraid to take control. She drank down a gulp of tea, then put some lines of honey on my balls and licked all around with her hot tongue. She went down on me again, deeper this time, and used a hand to cup my balls and lightly stroke the base of my shaft.
Finally I reached forward and tried to pull her robe off. She drew back. “No, no,” she said, while one hand still worked my cock. “You’ve got to earn this coming off.”
“How?” My voice wavered.
“You know what I like, don’t you?” Her voice lowered, and she moved her hand faster. The noise of her hand jerking my slippery cock filled the room.
“What?”
“I love my nice… thick… creamy icing.”
“Oh that feels good.”
“Does it? …Come on. Let me see how much this big boy can cum.”
“Ohhh; you’re about to.” I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling, in complete daze.
I felt her other hand press hard against my chest. “Come on, Kevin. Cum real good for me, and you can have some of this pussy,” she said, in a lightly aggressive tone. Her hand jacked me super fast now. “You better give me a big load if you want me to fuck you good.”
She angled my cock toward me and I shot several ropes of jizz across my chest. I moaned, and she gasped with excitement. Never had a woman made me cum so hard that I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried.
“Oh, baby,” she said. She spent a moment smelling my cum, then dipped her fingers into it and tasted. She licked every drop of it off me and sucked the last drops out of my flattened cock. Each time she got a mouthful, she made a loud smacking sound with her lips. “Mmmm,” she looked at me. “Damn that tastes good,” she chuckled. “You better be ready to give me more soon.”
I sat up on the couch, still slightly out of breath. “I will be, just hold on a few minutes.”
I told her how amazing she was at getting a young man off. We lapsed into a little bit of small talk, and she told me she was going to live in the apartment for the next few months because she was getting divorced. I knew she didn’t want to talk about it, but I asked why, and she told me her husband had been an asshole for the last few months. Everything between them crumbled when she caught him cheating on her. When she said that, she looked at me plainly and lull passed between us.
“Well,” I said. “I don’t know about you, but that’s the first good fuck I’ve had in quite a while.”
“You haven’t even fucked me yet.” She narrowed her eyes, like she was resentful.
“I might be ready.”
“Hmm. Maybe this will spark your interest?” She picked up the whip cream and a cherry from the open jar, pulled one side of her robe down with two fingers, then sprayed a nice clump of whip cream right on top of her nipple and stuck the cherry in it. She looked at me and waited. My heart started racing, and I enjoyed the sensation of my cock slowly surging up again. I leaned forward and took most of the treat into my mouth, then came back with a few licks and sucked her tit as clean as possible. I felt rubbed on her tits for a minute, one exposed while the other stayed behind the robe. I locked eyes with her again, moving an arm around her back and bracing her.
“You love your sweets, don’t you?”
“Yes I do.”
“And you really seemed to enjoy the taste of my cum.”
“You know what cum tastes like to me?”
“What?”
“Cake batter.”
I gave her a slightly confused look and smiled. “That’s a new one.”
Her voice got lower and she spoke in a sassy, but rosy tone. “That’s why I love it. And if you don’t like it, you know what? You can get the fuck out.”
I kept rubbing her back with both hands, enjoying the slick feel of the robe. I leaned back, bringing her with me. “I’m not getting out. I wanna be inside… And I wanna be inside you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” We began to kiss deeply. I fell all the way back and pulled her down to me, grabbing a handful of her hair. Her scent, the feel of her mouth and skin, the warmth and the sugar rush—everything—I was feeling pure ecstasy, even before I saw her naked. As she raised up and slowly slipped off the robe, my dick once again filled out completely. She had a beautiful dark bush between her legs, and she rubbed it against my thigh while stroking me with her hand for a minute.
I was tired of her taking control, and I had a burning desire to give her the pounding that her ex-husband had never given her. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward. “Oh!” she yelped, then giggled as she let me pick her up by the waist. I leaned against the corner of the couch and settled her down onto my cock. We both shared that exhilarating reaction to the initial contact, and just a few seconds later I was getting what I had craved. I sped up, and she expressed her pleasure in having a good hard fuck, making silent gasps then ending her breaths with a sharp, “oh!”
And each one got progressively louder and longer. “Ohhh!”
I pushed her waist up a bit and pounded as hard as I could for a few seconds.
“OHH!” she moaned for an entire breath, leaning all her weight onto my chest. When I slowed down again, she whispered, “Fuck,” then, “fuck, that’s so good.”
She caught her breath for a moment. “Slow down so I can cum.” She started moving her hips in circular motion. I fell into her rhythm, and when I found the right motions, she began to moan silently again. “That feels good,” she whispered. As she kept moving her hips like that, she leaned forward and pressed her chest to mine, rubbing my hair, cheeks, and neck with her hands.
“Keep doing that,” she said. “It’s about to feel real good… Oh yeah. It’s about to feel real good,” she breathed heavily and repeated those words a few more times, bit her lip, letting out a slight squeal, then ended her breath with a loud moan.
Seeing all her pleasure put me right on the edge. While she was still riding the high of her orgasm, I grabbed her ass and started pounding at just the right tempo.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Keep it going.”
Her body slid back and forth more easily, as we had worked up a dampness between us. I loved rubbing her ass cheeks as I pounded on her pussy, and her hair dangling in my face. Soon enough, I felt my entire shaft and balls burning with pleasure. I pushed on her chest, so that she raised up on her knees, hands on my chest, and I had room to pull out. My cum exploded out into the space between us, as much of a load as the first one, and as she felt the heat of it, she grinned. A drop of cum had gotten as far as her neck.
“That was fucking great,” I said, as she licked my chest. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Of course it was,” she raised up to a sitting position on her knees and looked at herself. She used two fingers to wipe away each spot of cum on her tits and stomach, licking them clean each time. She blew out a whole breath and slapped her knees suddenly. “Well, I need another shower. Looks like it’s time for you to go.” She jumped off the couch and threw my clothes on top of me.
“Really?” I asked. “I thought you were gonna wash me.”
“Oh yeah,” she put her robe on, leaving it open, and smiled. “Fine. Come with me to the bathroom.”
She came through the gate wearing a thick, red silk robe, and settled into a spot in the corner. She took off the robe, revealing a modest black bikini. She also wore a big hat and sunglasses, remaining mostly candid in the corner chair, while Jake and I whispered back and forth about whether that was her or not. I had only seen her in glimpses with her husband, on Friday afternoons when they were dragging luggage into their apartment, or when heading out to the games. They were in their early forties; a good looking couple with kids at middle school age. Until that afternoon, we had never realized what a body she had.
We wanted to know if that was her, so finally we decided to run the tried and true strategy of losing a football. We made it bounce into her corner, and I hopped out to grab it. She looked away from her book and lowered her sunglasses. “Hey there,” she said.
“Hi… you’re our neighbor right?”
“I sure am. I’m Jessie Swan,” she held out her hand.
I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “I’m Kevin. But…Swan? I thought I remember a different...”
“Yeah, well, last names change sometimes,” she smiled. “Speaking of which, I might be spending a good bit more time at my apartment from now on. I hope you don’t mind having a neighbor around.”
“Oh,” I said, thinking about what it meant that her last name changed. “No. We like having neighbors around. It gets kind of lonely in our corner of the complex. No one else lives around here, you know?” I looked back at Jake, still waiting on me. “Okay, well he’s waiting on me. Good to see you again, Ms. Swan.”
“Oh just call me Jessie. I’m not your teacher!”
I chuckled. “Sure thing.”
Later on that day, I told Jake about the remark Jessie had made about her name; how she had cut me off so harshly. We both agreed that she must have recently divorced her husband. Jake, of course, with his ever horny mind jumped straight to the conclusion that, “You should try to bang her.” I know he would have tried it himself if he didn’t have a girlfriend, and whenever he sees an opportunity for me to hit on a girl, he gets excited to push me into it.
At first I thought nothing of it and didn’t want to get in Jessie’s way. But over the next week, I started to wonder…
I saw her when I was heading out to work in the morning. She was walking back from the mailbox, wearing the same robe. That was the first time I ever got a good look at her. She had a much more friendly face that I expected. She smiled and said, “Hey!” in a delighted voice—never cared to brush away the locks of dirty blonde hair draped over one of her eyes. She was about two inches shorter than me, and had a body that was somewhere between toned and curvy. We got into a bit of small talk while standing out there on the sidewalk, and next thing I know she trails inside her apartment, saying, “Come on in if you got a couple of minutes.”
I could tell, from all the stuff in her living room, that she was in the process of moving in, but I held off on broaching the topic. The other thing I noticed was a super strong smell of something baked, and good coffee. She offered me some coffee and a muffin, which I put in my travel cup, so that I could be heading out. I told her my whole situation, that Jake and I had graduated last spring, but were still living in town for the next year at least.
“So you’re what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-three actually,” I said. “Just had a birthday last week.”
She smiled. “Well, you’re older than you look.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“I’ll make you a cake for your birthday.”
“Oh—you don’t have to.”
“Are you sure? It can be a neighborly thing. As you can see, I love to bake.”
Go on. Take the damn cake! I imagined Jake yelling at me if I didn’t respond to what I thought might be Jessie flirting with me. So I told her, “Sure—if you want to surprise me with something.”
“I definitely will!”
I still couldn’t wrap my head around thinking of her as a friend, someone on a first name basis with me. I’m in that weird stage in my life where some adults are my peers and others are still an authoritative figure to me. Ms. Swanson, or Jessie, seemed too old to be my peer, but the way she treated me like a friend made her irresistible. She was definitely open to conversation. I couldn’t read her intentions beyond that.
A couple days later we talked a bit while she was walking her dog and I was sitting on the small patio area of my apartment. I told her I make use of the space out there a lot because our walls are thin and my roommate plays annoying dubstep music all the time. Her immediate response was, “Well you can always hide out in my living room if I’m home. I’m a quiet person.” She shot me a wink that made my stomach churn.
“I might,” I said.
The next day she saw me again while walking her dog, but in a much different context. Other than her, no one lives on our end of the apartment complex, so I had never developed very private habits as far as my window blinds go. I walked out of my bathroom naked and checked my phone, then noticed that she was out there with a clear view at what I was doing. She may have even been staring at me. I covered my junk at first, but I didn’t really want to walk away from the moment. She laughed, then gave me a devilish wink and waved at me. I gave her a look like I had accepted being caught naked, and waved back with both hands. After that I had to close my blinds, because I didn’t want her to see that I was springing a massive boner! I sat on my bed and jacked myself off like a teenager.
Every time I thought of running into Jessie and hatching a conversation that would land me on her bed, I popped a massive boner that I couldn’t keep down. I was coming up on the one year mark of the last time I had slept with a girl, so the urge to sleep with Jessie was major. The next time I saw her, I asked her what she thought of catching me naked. She remained candid and told me she didn’t mind if my blinds were open more often.
On the following Thursday night, there was a loud knock at my door. She asked me to come in her apartment and help her with something. Two minutes later, we were sitting on her floor looking at the instructions for the bookshelf she had bought. I was wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts—no underwear. Not the best outfit for assembling furniture, and definitely not something that can hide a boner. But I didn’t care if I got a boner at this point. At the worst, I’d be a little embarrassed.
She was wearing workout clothes and said she had just come from the gym. She poured herself a big glass of wine then sat down on the floor next to me and joked about how hard the instructions were. We both laughed about it, but I look a more serious look at them and started to figure the thing out.
“You look like you’re on a roll,” she got up. “If you don’t mind I’m going to go rinse off,” she said. “It’ll just be five minutes—not even washing my hair.”
“No problem,” I said. And in an instant, I was alone in her living room, wondering what was going on.
And it smelled absolutely fantastic in there. I peaked at the kitchen and saw that the oven was on, and there were a couple of plates with cupcakes and muffins on them. This woman really did love to bake. While she was showering she sang to her heart’s content. I had the bookshelf half assembled when I heard her unmuted voice from the hall. “You don’t have to bother with that thing if it’s a pain in the ass.”
I looked at her, and a shot of adrenaline went through me. She was wearing that same silk robe—tied quite loosely around her waist this time. “You ready for me to surprise you with your birthday cake?”
“Is that what smells so good in here?”
I sat on the couch while she brought the whole cake around to the coffee table, along with whip cream and a jar of cherries. It was a beautifully crafted chocolate cake with a huge layer of icing all around. She went back into the kitchen to get a pot of tea and honey. “The tea and the cake have to go together,” she said. She stood across from me and bent over to slice the cake. Her boobs were hanging out of the robe so much that I could see both her nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes away, even though the sight made my dick start to swell up so much that I probably couldn’t hide it.
I complimented the cake, and she talked about her baking hobby, while cutting another slice for herself and pouring the tea. I barely heard a word. I thought to myself, ‘She must realize her boobs are fully visible to me…’ That, along with her freshly showered scent, and the first taste of the cake… I was mesmerized.
She sat close to me on the couch, with her legs curled up, leaning on her arm so that her front side was pointed right at me. I tried to catch a glimpse between her legs, to see if she was wearing panties, but the most I could see was halfway up her thighs. Perhaps she was quite tipsy already, but she was in high spirits that night. She cracked a few jokes while we talked and asked me about my job. The age difference between us had completely melted away.
“Try this with whip cream on it, seriously,” she said.
My plate was empty and on the coffee table. “I’m too comfortable like this,” I said. “All the tea and cake have me chilled out. The opposite of what they do to you, obviously.”
She chuckled. “Here. Open up.” She put a dollop of whip cream on a chunk of cake and brought it toward me with her hand. She lost her balance halfway across my chest and dropped the cake on my shirt. Her other hand came down and landed on my thigh. “Oh! Sorry,” she said, then laughed.
“That’s alright.” I ate the cake off my shirt.
She let her hand glide across my crotch. “Is that your dick?” She lightly grabbed me through my shorts and shook it a bit. “Well, someone’s not shy right now.” We locked eyes as she slid back into her spot on the couch. “You’re not even wearing boxers are you?”
“Nope.”
“Seems fair. After all, I’m not wearing anything but this robe.”
With those words, my dick went to a full hard-on, but she pretended not to notice. I licked the cake off my fingers. My heart was pounding, and in my head I was nervous as hell, but I didn’t let it show. I went for what I wanted, and started to take my shirt off. “Why don’t you wash my shirt for me, since you got cake all over it?”
She stared at my chest a few seconds. I’m not an incredibly muscular guy, but she must have liked what she saw. “Can I wash that body?”
“My body isn’t dirty.”
“It’s going to be.”
“Why is that?”
She calmly set her plate on the table and scooped the last of her cake into her hand, then lunged at me and smeared it on my chest. I threw my hands up and ended up grabbing her around the waist. I grabbed her sides more tightly. Her body was so perfectly soft.
“Oh. There it is,” I said. We locked eyes again. “That’s a little naughty.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “You might need to wash those shorts too. There’s so much pre-cum dripping out of you that I can see the stains from here.”
I listened to her heavy breaths for a few seconds. “I’ll let you wash my shorts.”
“Good.” She slipped my shorts off slowly, dragged the waistband across my cock so that it popped up when it was finally freed, and she threw the shorts to the side, then played with my cock for a minute, running her thumb up and down the underside of it. Indeed, I had a lot of pre-cum dripping out of me, enough for her to jack me off.
We didn’t say anything, and I enjoyed listening to the both of us breathing heavily. The warmth in my chest from drinking tea spread all across my body. And Jessie was incredibly seductive, as she rubbed each hand up and down my leg. She pushed me back with one hand, so that I was fully lying down, then crawled up and nibbled the cake off my chest and sucked the icing away. She went back to playing with my cock, took the bottle of honey off the table and let some drip onto the tip and down the side, slowly licked it all off, then went to sucking. And wow. She was good. For a moment, I remembered that she was twenty years older than me and probably could put moves on me that would blow my mind. She did everything slow and seductively, so that I was ready to explode, but she wouldn’t let me. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I was afraid to take control. She drank down a gulp of tea, then put some lines of honey on my balls and licked all around with her hot tongue. She went down on me again, deeper this time, and used a hand to cup my balls and lightly stroke the base of my shaft.
Finally I reached forward and tried to pull her robe off. She drew back. “No, no,” she said, while one hand still worked my cock. “You’ve got to earn this coming off.”
“How?” My voice wavered.
“You know what I like, don’t you?” Her voice lowered, and she moved her hand faster. The noise of her hand jerking my slippery cock filled the room.
“What?”
“I love my nice… thick… creamy icing.”
“Oh that feels good.”
“Does it? …Come on. Let me see how much this big boy can cum.”
“Ohhh; you’re about to.” I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling, in complete daze.
I felt her other hand press hard against my chest. “Come on, Kevin. Cum real good for me, and you can have some of this pussy,” she said, in a lightly aggressive tone. Her hand jacked me super fast now. “You better give me a big load if you want me to fuck you good.”
She angled my cock toward me and I shot several ropes of jizz across my chest. I moaned, and she gasped with excitement. Never had a woman made me cum so hard that I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried.
“Oh, baby,” she said. She spent a moment smelling my cum, then dipped her fingers into it and tasted. She licked every drop of it off me and sucked the last drops out of my flattened cock. Each time she got a mouthful, she made a loud smacking sound with her lips. “Mmmm,” she looked at me. “Damn that tastes good,” she chuckled. “You better be ready to give me more soon.”
I sat up on the couch, still slightly out of breath. “I will be, just hold on a few minutes.”
I told her how amazing she was at getting a young man off. We lapsed into a little bit of small talk, and she told me she was going to live in the apartment for the next few months because she was getting divorced. I knew she didn’t want to talk about it, but I asked why, and she told me her husband had been an asshole for the last few months. Everything between them crumbled when she caught him cheating on her. When she said that, she looked at me plainly and lull passed between us.
“Well,” I said. “I don’t know about you, but that’s the first good fuck I’ve had in quite a while.”
“You haven’t even fucked me yet.” She narrowed her eyes, like she was resentful.
“I might be ready.”
“Hmm. Maybe this will spark your interest?” She picked up the whip cream and a cherry from the open jar, pulled one side of her robe down with two fingers, then sprayed a nice clump of whip cream right on top of her nipple and stuck the cherry in it. She looked at me and waited. My heart started racing, and I enjoyed the sensation of my cock slowly surging up again. I leaned forward and took most of the treat into my mouth, then came back with a few licks and sucked her tit as clean as possible. I felt rubbed on her tits for a minute, one exposed while the other stayed behind the robe. I locked eyes with her again, moving an arm around her back and bracing her.
“You love your sweets, don’t you?”
“Yes I do.”
“And you really seemed to enjoy the taste of my cum.”
“You know what cum tastes like to me?”
“What?”
“Cake batter.”
I gave her a slightly confused look and smiled. “That’s a new one.”
Her voice got lower and she spoke in a sassy, but rosy tone. “That’s why I love it. And if you don’t like it, you know what? You can get the fuck out.”
I kept rubbing her back with both hands, enjoying the slick feel of the robe. I leaned back, bringing her with me. “I’m not getting out. I wanna be inside… And I wanna be inside you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” We began to kiss deeply. I fell all the way back and pulled her down to me, grabbing a handful of her hair. Her scent, the feel of her mouth and skin, the warmth and the sugar rush—everything—I was feeling pure ecstasy, even before I saw her naked. As she raised up and slowly slipped off the robe, my dick once again filled out completely. She had a beautiful dark bush between her legs, and she rubbed it against my thigh while stroking me with her hand for a minute.
I was tired of her taking control, and I had a burning desire to give her the pounding that her ex-husband had never given her. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward. “Oh!” she yelped, then giggled as she let me pick her up by the waist. I leaned against the corner of the couch and settled her down onto my cock. We both shared that exhilarating reaction to the initial contact, and just a few seconds later I was getting what I had craved. I sped up, and she expressed her pleasure in having a good hard fuck, making silent gasps then ending her breaths with a sharp, “oh!”
And each one got progressively louder and longer. “Ohhh!”
I pushed her waist up a bit and pounded as hard as I could for a few seconds.
“OHH!” she moaned for an entire breath, leaning all her weight onto my chest. When I slowed down again, she whispered, “Fuck,” then, “fuck, that’s so good.”
She caught her breath for a moment. “Slow down so I can cum.” She started moving her hips in circular motion. I fell into her rhythm, and when I found the right motions, she began to moan silently again. “That feels good,” she whispered. As she kept moving her hips like that, she leaned forward and pressed her chest to mine, rubbing my hair, cheeks, and neck with her hands.
“Keep doing that,” she said. “It’s about to feel real good… Oh yeah. It’s about to feel real good,” she breathed heavily and repeated those words a few more times, bit her lip, letting out a slight squeal, then ended her breath with a loud moan.
Seeing all her pleasure put me right on the edge. While she was still riding the high of her orgasm, I grabbed her ass and started pounding at just the right tempo.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Keep it going.”
Her body slid back and forth more easily, as we had worked up a dampness between us. I loved rubbing her ass cheeks as I pounded on her pussy, and her hair dangling in my face. Soon enough, I felt my entire shaft and balls burning with pleasure. I pushed on her chest, so that she raised up on her knees, hands on my chest, and I had room to pull out. My cum exploded out into the space between us, as much of a load as the first one, and as she felt the heat of it, she grinned. A drop of cum had gotten as far as her neck.
“That was fucking great,” I said, as she licked my chest. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Of course it was,” she raised up to a sitting position on her knees and looked at herself. She used two fingers to wipe away each spot of cum on her tits and stomach, licking them clean each time. She blew out a whole breath and slapped her knees suddenly. “Well, I need another shower. Looks like it’s time for you to go.” She jumped off the couch and threw my clothes on top of me.
“Really?” I asked. “I thought you were gonna wash me.”
“Oh yeah,” she put her robe on, leaving it open, and smiled. “Fine. Come with me to the bathroom.”
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