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Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning with Barbara going down on me. Her hot mouth hand enveloped my entire hard-as-steel rod and I opened my eyes and watched as she bobbed her head up and down on me, taking me all the way into her mouth with each downward movement.
"Damn! What a way to wake up!" I thought to myself.
Eventually Barb realized I was awake and locked her eyes on mine, as I continued to watch her movements. She reached down then and grabbed my balls, gently squeezing them with both hands. Her skin felt quite hot down there and I was starting to move, pumping my cock into her throat as she continued to suck.
I had no idea how long she'd been working on me but it wasn't long after I finally did wake up that I started shooting my load into her mouth. She continued to work on my rod until I got soft and she reluctantly got off me and moved up to lay next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," I returned.
"How did you like that?" she asked
"One hell of a way to get 'up' in the morning," I said, and we both laughed at the pun.
"I had a wonderful time yesterday and I wanted to apologize for all the tears and venting I did."
"It was never a problem," I assured her. "I had a good time to," and I leaned over a bit and kissed her gently on her forehead.
We lay there for a while, just enjoying the warmth of our bodies against each other and I wondered how long it had been since she'd done something like this, lay next to someone and just enjoy the feeling of being held. I realized I'd missed it, too. Sure, I'd have some 'aquaintances' since I'd moved in here, but never had I just enjoyed the 'afterglow' once we were finished. I guess there are some things you do miss, even if you aren't aware of them at that time.
"Can I fix you something to eat?" she asked me.
"No thank you. I'll just get some coffee, after I get out of the shower."
"Would you mind if I joined you in there," and she nodded towards the shower. "It looks big enough to accommodate both of us."
"It is," I said, "and I'd love the company."
We both got up then and I went over to the hamper, picking up my dirty clothes on the way, and deposited them in the hamper before entering the shower. I turned on the tap and let the water heat up before turning on all three showerheads and let Barb know that it was ready for her, too. She soon joined me and I had to marvel at the shrunken cock hanging between her legs. It was quite a contrast by appearance and her small chest only accented the fact that, if she chose to, she'd be able to pass herself off as a male, too. As she got close I reached down and caressed her cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. With a small shudder, she drew close to me and grabbed me, too. Then she lowered herself down to her knees and took me into her mouth once again. Even though it hadn't been that long since my last cum, I felt myself getting hard all over again, as she deep-throated me again, this time allowing me to get completed rigid in her throat and then she squeezed me and started sucking once more. I was still mighty sensitive though and I pulled her head back and helped her to her feet.
"Still kind of sore right now, so why don't I take care of you this time?" I asked.
Seeing no objections coming, I got my chair, which I always kept at the door, pulled it into the shower and positioned it so that I'd be even with her cock and then took her into my mouth and began to suck and lick and fondle her small balls. After a few minutes I reached up and began to pinch and tweak her nipples, feeling them get much harder then her cock ever would, not that I minded though. Working with a constant semi-hard cock is an amazing feeling. While you know it'll never get completely hard, you're still doing your damnedest to get it that way. I bobbed up and down, swirled my tongue over and around the rod and cock head, stabbed my tongue into her hole and just marveled at how good it felt. I never had to worry about her stabbing it deep into my throat, either. She was as gently with me as I was with her. I felt her swaying above me and only then wished I had another chair for her to sit in as well.
"I'm ready!" I heard her tell me and only a few seconds after that I got a slow dribble of her cum on top of my tongue. While her shots weren't as powerful as mine, she still had a profusion of cum to empty and I eagerly sucked each drop from her and swallowed it all, not stopping until she pulled me back. I looked up into her eyes and could tell that she'd had a great time and it made me feel good, knowing she'd gotten as much pleasure as I could give to her. I got up and let her sit for a few minutes, so she could catch her breath and, also so she wouldn't collapse due to the wobblieness of her legs.
"Thank you," she said, as she finally sat down.
"My pleasure," I told her.
While she sat and rested I went ahead and got showered, washing my hair and rinsing off. Once I was finished she stood up and did the same thing to her body, concentrating between her legs. I knew she had more to wash up then I did, so I just stood there and enjoyed the view.
We finally rinsed off and returned to the bedroom, where we each got dressed. I got clean clothing on while Barb and to wear what she'd had on last night.
"Sorry I don't have anything you can wear," I told her.
"That's ok. I'll change once I get home." The she came over and gave me a huge hug. "I really did enjoy last night, Mike."
"So did I," I answered.
We stood there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth we were shedding on each other. Enjoying the closeness of another human being. For a moment I thought she was going to cry again, but she just backed off, turned and went into the living room. "Why don't I make us that coffee before I leave," she said.
"You don't have to do that," I told her.
"Yeah, I know. But I want to. OK?"
"Fine with me," I answered. I followed her into the living room and went outside to get the morning paper while she stared the coffee. When I got back inside I could hear the coffee-maker working and the aroma starting to wift around the room. I sat at the table and began to read the paper. Barb soon joined me and I handed part of the paper to her so we could both enjoy it at the same time. We read in silence for a few minutes and then I heard a gasp, looked up and could see a look of surprise on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She sat there, obviously reading something, for a few minutes before she could answer me.
"I can't believe it!" she said.
"Can't believe what?" I asked.
"My husband! Well, actually my ex-husband........." and she let it hang for a few minutes.
"What?" I asked again.
"He's dead!"
She pushed her part of the paper across to me and pointed to an obituary.
I looked at the picture of the gentleman. He was a nice looking older man, probably around my age or a little older, and I read the obit.
"Dead!" she said once more. "I can't believe it."
I put the paper down and we looked at each other.
"Can you believe that?" she asked me. "I never would have expected a heart attack," she stated. "He was in great health when we divorced. He kept himself fit. He worked out. He ate healthy foods." I could tell this was a shock to her.
"Hey, even the healthiest of us have to die sooner or later," I said, immediately wishing I'd just kept my mouth shut. The she did something that caught me completely off guard.
She started laughing!
I looked at her, totally surprised at her laughter. I reached across the table, taking her hand, and asking, "Are you ok?"
It took a few minutes for her to settle down enough to where she could answer me, but she did.
"Serves the son-of-a-bitch right!" she yelled at me. Well, not exactly AT ME, but at the situation, I guess. I was still puzzled though.
"Huh?"
After another fit of laughter she told me, "When he left, he made fun of me and my 'lack of sexual competence', as he put it, and now he's dead! In the last few years of our marriage he constantly made fun of my inability to 'service his needs' any more and would laugh at me. Now who's laughing?"
I failed to see any humor in all of this, but I guessed she knew him a lot better, so I let it hang and didn't comment this time.
"Hey, I'm sorry," she said, "But it's just so damned funny!" Her laughter filled the room and, after the scene in the bedroom last night, it felt good to see her in a good mood, even if it was at the expense of her ex-'s death.
I could see that the coffee was ready so I got up, got a couple cups and set them on the table. Next I got the cream and sugar, setting them down and then I returned to my seat. I poured both of us a cup and sat back to drink mine, which I like just black. Barb put just cream into hers and blew on it, taking a sip after a bit.
"This is good," I told her. "You make a great pot of coffee." I had to say something to break the 'weirdness' of earlier.
"Thank you, Mike."
We sat in silence while we both nursed our drinks and after she finished hers, she got up and took her cup to the sink and washed it out.
"You didn't have to do that," I told her.
"Yeah, I know, but I wouldn't feel right leaving it for you to take care of." She returned to the table and sat down again.
"I've got to go," she started. "I've got to get dressed and make a couple of calls. I never believed I'd have to make this call, but I guess I have to now. I need to call his 'family' and express condolences. Not that I particularly want to, but I need to. Does that make sense to you?"
"It does. Even though you're divorced from him it's still a nice thing to do. If I were in your position, I'd do the same thing."
She stood up, pushing her chair under the table, and headed towards the door. I got up and followed behind. Once at the door she turned around and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you again for last night, Mike. I had a wonderful time and I do hope we can do it again some time."
"I'd love that, too, Barbara."
I opened the door for her and watched as she walked to the street and turned to the left and began her way home, her ass swinging with each step. I smiled to myself, then turned around and went back into the house.
I woke up the next morning with Barbara going down on me. Her hot mouth hand enveloped my entire hard-as-steel rod and I opened my eyes and watched as she bobbed her head up and down on me, taking me all the way into her mouth with each downward movement.
"Damn! What a way to wake up!" I thought to myself.
Eventually Barb realized I was awake and locked her eyes on mine, as I continued to watch her movements. She reached down then and grabbed my balls, gently squeezing them with both hands. Her skin felt quite hot down there and I was starting to move, pumping my cock into her throat as she continued to suck.
I had no idea how long she'd been working on me but it wasn't long after I finally did wake up that I started shooting my load into her mouth. She continued to work on my rod until I got soft and she reluctantly got off me and moved up to lay next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," I returned.
"How did you like that?" she asked
"One hell of a way to get 'up' in the morning," I said, and we both laughed at the pun.
"I had a wonderful time yesterday and I wanted to apologize for all the tears and venting I did."
"It was never a problem," I assured her. "I had a good time to," and I leaned over a bit and kissed her gently on her forehead.
We lay there for a while, just enjoying the warmth of our bodies against each other and I wondered how long it had been since she'd done something like this, lay next to someone and just enjoy the feeling of being held. I realized I'd missed it, too. Sure, I'd have some 'aquaintances' since I'd moved in here, but never had I just enjoyed the 'afterglow' once we were finished. I guess there are some things you do miss, even if you aren't aware of them at that time.
"Can I fix you something to eat?" she asked me.
"No thank you. I'll just get some coffee, after I get out of the shower."
"Would you mind if I joined you in there," and she nodded towards the shower. "It looks big enough to accommodate both of us."
"It is," I said, "and I'd love the company."
We both got up then and I went over to the hamper, picking up my dirty clothes on the way, and deposited them in the hamper before entering the shower. I turned on the tap and let the water heat up before turning on all three showerheads and let Barb know that it was ready for her, too. She soon joined me and I had to marvel at the shrunken cock hanging between her legs. It was quite a contrast by appearance and her small chest only accented the fact that, if she chose to, she'd be able to pass herself off as a male, too. As she got close I reached down and caressed her cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. With a small shudder, she drew close to me and grabbed me, too. Then she lowered herself down to her knees and took me into her mouth once again. Even though it hadn't been that long since my last cum, I felt myself getting hard all over again, as she deep-throated me again, this time allowing me to get completed rigid in her throat and then she squeezed me and started sucking once more. I was still mighty sensitive though and I pulled her head back and helped her to her feet.
"Still kind of sore right now, so why don't I take care of you this time?" I asked.
Seeing no objections coming, I got my chair, which I always kept at the door, pulled it into the shower and positioned it so that I'd be even with her cock and then took her into my mouth and began to suck and lick and fondle her small balls. After a few minutes I reached up and began to pinch and tweak her nipples, feeling them get much harder then her cock ever would, not that I minded though. Working with a constant semi-hard cock is an amazing feeling. While you know it'll never get completely hard, you're still doing your damnedest to get it that way. I bobbed up and down, swirled my tongue over and around the rod and cock head, stabbed my tongue into her hole and just marveled at how good it felt. I never had to worry about her stabbing it deep into my throat, either. She was as gently with me as I was with her. I felt her swaying above me and only then wished I had another chair for her to sit in as well.
"I'm ready!" I heard her tell me and only a few seconds after that I got a slow dribble of her cum on top of my tongue. While her shots weren't as powerful as mine, she still had a profusion of cum to empty and I eagerly sucked each drop from her and swallowed it all, not stopping until she pulled me back. I looked up into her eyes and could tell that she'd had a great time and it made me feel good, knowing she'd gotten as much pleasure as I could give to her. I got up and let her sit for a few minutes, so she could catch her breath and, also so she wouldn't collapse due to the wobblieness of her legs.
"Thank you," she said, as she finally sat down.
"My pleasure," I told her.
While she sat and rested I went ahead and got showered, washing my hair and rinsing off. Once I was finished she stood up and did the same thing to her body, concentrating between her legs. I knew she had more to wash up then I did, so I just stood there and enjoyed the view.
We finally rinsed off and returned to the bedroom, where we each got dressed. I got clean clothing on while Barb and to wear what she'd had on last night.
"Sorry I don't have anything you can wear," I told her.
"That's ok. I'll change once I get home." The she came over and gave me a huge hug. "I really did enjoy last night, Mike."
"So did I," I answered.
We stood there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth we were shedding on each other. Enjoying the closeness of another human being. For a moment I thought she was going to cry again, but she just backed off, turned and went into the living room. "Why don't I make us that coffee before I leave," she said.
"You don't have to do that," I told her.
"Yeah, I know. But I want to. OK?"
"Fine with me," I answered. I followed her into the living room and went outside to get the morning paper while she stared the coffee. When I got back inside I could hear the coffee-maker working and the aroma starting to wift around the room. I sat at the table and began to read the paper. Barb soon joined me and I handed part of the paper to her so we could both enjoy it at the same time. We read in silence for a few minutes and then I heard a gasp, looked up and could see a look of surprise on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She sat there, obviously reading something, for a few minutes before she could answer me.
"I can't believe it!" she said.
"Can't believe what?" I asked.
"My husband! Well, actually my ex-husband........." and she let it hang for a few minutes.
"What?" I asked again.
"He's dead!"
She pushed her part of the paper across to me and pointed to an obituary.
I looked at the picture of the gentleman. He was a nice looking older man, probably around my age or a little older, and I read the obit.
"Dead!" she said once more. "I can't believe it."
I put the paper down and we looked at each other.
"Can you believe that?" she asked me. "I never would have expected a heart attack," she stated. "He was in great health when we divorced. He kept himself fit. He worked out. He ate healthy foods." I could tell this was a shock to her.
"Hey, even the healthiest of us have to die sooner or later," I said, immediately wishing I'd just kept my mouth shut. The she did something that caught me completely off guard.
She started laughing!
I looked at her, totally surprised at her laughter. I reached across the table, taking her hand, and asking, "Are you ok?"
It took a few minutes for her to settle down enough to where she could answer me, but she did.
"Serves the son-of-a-bitch right!" she yelled at me. Well, not exactly AT ME, but at the situation, I guess. I was still puzzled though.
"Huh?"
After another fit of laughter she told me, "When he left, he made fun of me and my 'lack of sexual competence', as he put it, and now he's dead! In the last few years of our marriage he constantly made fun of my inability to 'service his needs' any more and would laugh at me. Now who's laughing?"
I failed to see any humor in all of this, but I guessed she knew him a lot better, so I let it hang and didn't comment this time.
"Hey, I'm sorry," she said, "But it's just so damned funny!" Her laughter filled the room and, after the scene in the bedroom last night, it felt good to see her in a good mood, even if it was at the expense of her ex-'s death.
I could see that the coffee was ready so I got up, got a couple cups and set them on the table. Next I got the cream and sugar, setting them down and then I returned to my seat. I poured both of us a cup and sat back to drink mine, which I like just black. Barb put just cream into hers and blew on it, taking a sip after a bit.
"This is good," I told her. "You make a great pot of coffee." I had to say something to break the 'weirdness' of earlier.
"Thank you, Mike."
We sat in silence while we both nursed our drinks and after she finished hers, she got up and took her cup to the sink and washed it out.
"You didn't have to do that," I told her.
"Yeah, I know, but I wouldn't feel right leaving it for you to take care of." She returned to the table and sat down again.
"I've got to go," she started. "I've got to get dressed and make a couple of calls. I never believed I'd have to make this call, but I guess I have to now. I need to call his 'family' and express condolences. Not that I particularly want to, but I need to. Does that make sense to you?"
"It does. Even though you're divorced from him it's still a nice thing to do. If I were in your position, I'd do the same thing."
She stood up, pushing her chair under the table, and headed towards the door. I got up and followed behind. Once at the door she turned around and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you again for last night, Mike. I had a wonderful time and I do hope we can do it again some time."
"I'd love that, too, Barbara."
I opened the door for her and watched as she walked to the street and turned to the left and began her way home, her ass swinging with each step. I smiled to myself, then turned around and went back into the house.
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