Innocently accompanying a woman home is more than it appears

Innocently accompanying a woman home is more than it appears Hello readers, my name is Maisie and I would like to tell you a little story about something that happened to me a couple of years ago. You think you know someone, but when it comes down to it, you don't really. I thought I knew my husband, Patrick. But I didn't. Even after almost fifty years of marriage, I realised that I didn't know him at all. It was only after his untimely death that I found out all about him. You see, you would expect that when you marry, make your vows, sign the marriage licence and the register that you would honour the bit about being faithful, honest and true. You would expect that, wouldn't you? I did. How foolish was that? I decided to trust my life and everything I had to man I loved and respected and expected the same in return. Like I said, how foolish was that? But the day after he died, was the day I found out how much of a ride I had been taken on, after almost fifty years. Now before you start speculating, no, he wasn't unfaithful. I suppose I ought to be relieved. In all honesty, I could have forgiven him, maybe. It could have been easier to deal with, if that is what I discovered after he died. But he had been one hundred per cent faithful to me. I thought he had given me a good life, had taken good care of me and given me everything I ever wanted. Believe me, I am not high maintenance, nor do I demand a lot. We had a very nice house, not far from the ocean, with a very nice view. We brought up three marvellous boys, now all living their own lives and thankfully they all came to their father's funeral, despite one living in Australia and one living in New York. But the day after he died, I found out that most of what we had shared was a sham. My wonderful husband was lousy when it came to managing his and our finances. Thus, after all the funeral expenses had been met, after all the credit card bills had been paid (he apparently owned 6 credit cards that I never knew about), my finances were at zero. I was broke and there was still a chunk of change to be paid off on the house. I was forced to sell my beloved house, but I didn't have anywhere else to live. The one son I had who still lived in England, lived very far away and he didn't have the room. So after the dust of the funeral had settled and the house was sold, I was lucky enough to find a job in country house hotel. The prospect of going back to work after so long away from it, didn't fill me with glee. But as restaurant supervisor, I had a small house out in the grounds attached to the hotel. That was ten years ago. The job can be demanding, but despite me being almost seventy years old, I have never been afraid of hard work and thankfully I had the stamina and strength to deal with whatever tasks were set for me. It was while working at this hotel, that I met Kevin. The hotel had a lobby bar with a piano in it and Kevin was the resident piano player. I would have said he was in his early sixties, but I later discovered that his hair had been greying since his late twenties and he was in fact forty two. I am about five foot two, tall. That's about 160 centimetres for our European readers. So I am not very tall. Whereas Kevin towered above me at five foot nine and was fairly slim. He once told me that he didn't each much bread and went to the gym three times a week to keep fit. His salt and pepper coloured hair made him look distinguished and added accent to his olive coloured skin. He would tell me later that he was born that way. His mother had told him that when he was born, it was with a full head of hair and a perma-tan. I first set eyes on Kevin when he was standing in the queue in the hotel's kitchen, awaiting to get his evening meal. I was instantly attracted to him. I walked over to him and introduced myself. "Hello, my love," I said. I know, maybe a little bit to forward, but I got his attention. "My name is Maisie. You must be the new pianist." "Hi Maisie," he replied, as I placed my hand upon his folded arm. " Yes, I'm the new guy in town. My name is Kevin." He smiled down at me. A warm and comforting smile. I felt as though I had known him forever. He didn't move when I wrapped my arm around his waist, I am relieved to say. In this day age, some would accuse me of sexual harassment. But Kevin just stood where he was and didn't make any attempt to move. One night, as I made my way out of the hotel, to go home, I walked through reception, as Kevin was performing. It was a pity that there were no people in the lobby to hear him, because he was really very good. His voice had such a warm and inviting timbre to it. It sent shivers down my spine and caused goose-bumps to rise on my arms. Not many men have had that effect on me. It was odd, but when I went to bed, that night, I found myself thinking about Kevin and even fantasizing about him. I knew very little about him, because we hadn't had a moment to chat. I was always busy in the day and he lived in an apartment that was a 10 minute walk from the hotel, a little further down the road. The only time I saw him was either in the kitchen, or when he was working, as I was going home. When we did meet, it was brief, with only time to say "hi" and "how's your day been". Even though we ate at the same time, we didn't eat in the same place. He chose to eat in the staff lunch room. But because of my busy schedule, I had to eat on the run, chomping down my food and heading straight back to work. If we met in the kitchen, I tried to get close to him, without arousing suspicion from the other staff members. I didn't want rumours to start. One time when we were standing next to each other, in the dinner queue, I risked putting my arm around his waist. He turned to me and whispered in my ear, "You know with you giving me all this attention, Maisie. I might have to marry you." Then he winked. Was he actually flirting with me? I hoped so. When I went to bed, that night, my head full of erotic fantasies and I began touching myself, between my legs. Something I had not done in a long time. Masturbation produced a long and heavy orgasm in me and reawakened a desire, that I thought was long since buried. I decided that I needed Kevin in my bed, between my legs and in my dormant pussy. If only I could figure out a way to get him there. I'm sure you are all aware of the saying, "everything comes to he who waits." It's a saying that was supposedly derived from a poem, by the French poet Violet Fane (1843-1905), called "Tout veint qui sait attendre," which translated means, "All things come to those who wait." Well, I waited and bided my time and was rewarded, big time. The hotel was hosting a conference for bikers. Not bicycles, but motor bikes. We had a hotel full of bike enthusiasts, of all ages, genders and countries. The car park was turned into an exhibition centre as bike manufacturers showed off their latest creations and allowed some bikers to test drive them. Over 300 hundred people stayed in the hotel that weekend. It was a busy time in the restaurant and I would have liked to have told you that the guests and the salesmen acted with courtesy and politeness towards the staff. Some did, but we also had some animals. Our waitresses, me included, wear a uniform that comprises of a close fitting white blouse, an equally tight fitting, knee length black skirt, black tights, or stockings and black pumps. Being the head waiter allows me to wear a blazer style, black jacket. There amount of complaints that I passed on to our hotel manager over certain male guests trying to feel up the girls, touching their bottoms over the their skirts, whenever they bent over to serve the guests their meals and sliding their hands under their skirts, was dizzying. While I didn't experience this abuse myself, I was still susceptible to verbal abuse. I was called over to one table of six gentlemen and I use the term "gentlemen" very loosely indeed. They ordered a beer each and when I returned with their drinks, one of them said to me, "When you're finished for the night, I'll be in my room. Come up if you like and I'll give you the fucking you deserve." I wished I could have either thrown the beer in his face or slapped it hard. Both actions would have gotten me fired. I smiled as sweetly I could muster and told him no thanks. The whole dinner service made me feel uneasy and threatened. Normally I drove the short distance from my house to the hotel. But because of the conference, the car park was off limits, so I was forced to walk to work. I was dreading going home because I felt that these guys might try something, as I walked through the hotel grounds. At that moment, Kevin walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. I asked him what time he was finished playing. "I think I'll be done early, around midnight," he replied. "Why do you ask?" I told him how I felt and wondered if he could walk me home. He happily obliged. "Don't worry," he said, smiling. "I'll help to keep your virtue intact." ***oOo*** We were lucky. As we left the hotel together, it was clear that the troublemakers had gone to bed. This didn't stop Kevin from escorting me all the way to my door. As we walked in the cool night air, stars twinkled in the clear sky and the moon illuminated distant hills. We walked arm in arm and I learned more about Kevin. He was recently widowed after his wife, of 20 years, was killed in car crash. She was driving home after visiting her mother, when a drunk driver side swiped her car, causing her to drive onto the hard shoulder of the motorway, mount a steep bank and roll over. Kevin said the paramedics told him there was a chance she might have survived had it not been for truck that failed to avoid the car as it rolled back into the middle of the highway. He went to tell me that her death was more than five years ago, but the pain was still a bit raw. "Working helps," he said. "Also having people to talk to." My heart went out to him and I held his arm tightly. "I've not dated or been with another woman since," he said. "But I've been thinking that after six and a half years, I am ready now to get back on that horse. I know she wouldn't want me to be alone for too long." All too soon, we arrived at my home. There was an awkward moment when I wasn't sure what I was suppose to do. I turned to Kevin to give him a hug and say thank you. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight to his body. It felt so good to feel a man's body heat after so many years. I reciprocated and pushed myself deeper into his embrace. For one brief moment, I was certain that I could feel the beginnings of an erection pressing into my abdomen. I held on a little longer than I should have, to be certain. Kevin took this as a signal and moved my face closer to his. Our lips met in a gentle, soft kiss and I definitely felt his erection pushing against my belly. Suddenly, I was annoyed with myself. I wanted this to become something more, but it was very late and I had an early shift. I gently pushed Kevin away and thanked him again. I was about to turn and walk into the house, when I stopped and asked if he was free on Sunday. He replied that it was his day off and he hadn't made any plans. I invited him to dinner at my place for seven o'clock and was very pleased when he accepted. ***oOo*** I was working the early shift, the following day, which meant I supervised breakfast, helped with the tidying up and the setting up for lunch, if we were serving on Sunday. My hours were six a.m. to two p.m. Breakfast went by fairly quickly, which was mostly due to the bikers leaving early to get home in time to enjoy the rest of their Sunday. Lunch was a pre-booked arrangement for a family celebrating a confirmation. In religious circles, this is mostly a rite of passage for a child reaching their teenage years. There's a ceremony, either in church or a town hall, depending on whether the child in question is religious or not. It is normally a mass affair with several children all being confirmed at the same time. Afterwards, the families concerned usually arrange a luncheon at a restaurant or a hotel or some other venue. After lunch was over, I hung up my apron and headed home. ***oOo*** The hotel was built on land that once belonged to a vast estate. the building had been the home of a duke, or an earl, or something like that. My little house was a game keeper's cottage. A small red brick property, built on two floors. It was perfect for me. Cosy with a single bedroom, which had been renovated recently to incorporate an en-suite bathroom. Downstairs, there was a reasonably sized and well equipped kitchen, with a pair of French windows that opened out onto a small patio and a garden, surrounded by high hedges, for privacy. The kitchen was built as open plan, which meant it looked into a dining area, which subsequently led into a small living room. I decided to make a beef casserole. Something fairly easy to make, but would make an impact with good flavours. The casserole had to cook in the oven for at least two hours. I used the time I had to shower and put on my make up. While the shower was warming up, I stood and viewed my naked body in full length mirror, on the back of my wardrobe door. Okay, I maybe heading towards seventy at warp speed, but I think I am still in good condition for my age. I don't go to the gym as often as I should, but I do like a good walk in the hills around where I live. I try not to eat too much fat and sugar. As a result of smart eating and exercise, my waist is twenty eight inches and my belly is small. My boobs aren't particularly big, but big enough for me. With my small stature and slender frame, if my breasts were any larger, I would be suffering with neck problems. While I am on the subject of my tits, they have a sagged a little, but I would say that they were not ugly. I do like the way my nipples protrude whenever I am turned on, or cold. They can be so sensitive. I chose to shave my pussy about thirty years ago, but after the death of my husband and with no suitors on the horizon, I allowed my pubic hair to grow out. That doesn't mean that I allowed to it grow into a wild, blond bush, I kept it trim and paid particular attention to my bikini line once a month. As I looked at myself now and hoping of what the night may bring, I toyed with the idea of dragging my trusty razor across my mound. Instead, I opened my bathroom cabinet and retrieved my hair trimmer. I stood in the shower cubical and looking down at myself once more, switched on the trimmer and enjoyed the vibrations, as I slowly dragged it down along my pubic hair. The cut hair fell into the shower tray and I would soon wash that down the plug hole, once I had begun to take a shower. In the soap tray, on the wall, was my razor and I used that, along with a generous handful of intimate shaving gel, to remove hairs from my labia, perineum and anus. I turned on the shower and stood under its cascading warmth. As the water washed over my shoulders, I ran my fingers over my mound and into my slit, feeling for loose hairs. I could tell that I was turned on. My pussy was wet and it wasn't from the water. I briefly considered masturbating, but decided against it. I wanted to give everything I had to this night and I felt that having an orgasm this early might reduce the impact of any future orgasms. On the subject of my orgasms, in the early years of our marriage, my husband had a way of being able to bring me to climax in such a way that so intense. Just from using his fingers, I would squirt pussy liquid everywhere. Not just once, but many times, before he entered me. When he slid his cock into me, he skilfully made love to me that would allow me to come many more times before he finally emptied himself into me. Patrick didn't have a large cock. Quite average actually, but what he had, he used well. But I wished he had used his tongue occasionally. I found myself wondering what Kevin had in his pants. If I was patient, I would probably find out. ***oOo*** At seven o'clock, precisely, the doorbell rang. I was just taking the casserole out of the oven, to cool a little before serving and so shouted that I would open the door momentarily. I put the casserole dish on the table and removed my oven gloves, leaving them on the kitchen work surface. I untied my apron strings and removed the apron, folding the garment over the back of one of the dining chairs. A quick check in the mirror, by the door, before I finally opened the door. I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. It was a mild evening and so Kevin had chosen to wear a dark blue sports jacket, over what I found out later to be a light blue, short sleeved, linen shirt. His tanned chinos fitted him well, in all the right places and were complimented by a light brown leather belt and tanned leather shoes. In his right hand, he held a bottle of red wine and in the left, a bunch of wild flowers "I hope I'm not late," he said, smiling. "You're right on time," I answered. "Please come in." As he entered, he removed his shoes, without me asking him to. Once again, I was Impressed. Such impeccable manners in one so young. I asked him to follow me through into the lounge. My lounge furniture comprised of a book shelf, which runs along half a wall. There's a sofa and two armchairs that face a large coffee table. in one corner, was a log burner, which was no longer in use My TV sat in the opposite corner, under a small, square window. "Would you care for a glass of wine?" I asked Kevin, as we walked into the lounge. He replied that he would love one. I poured him a glass, from an already open bottle, and offered it to him. I told him to relax on the couch and dinner would be ready very soon. I placed Kevin's gift on the dining table was went to kitchen to find a vase for the wild flowers. There were still a few little tasks I had left to complete, taking bread rolls from the oven and allowing them to cool, before putting them into a basket and into the table. Kevin remarked at what a lovely cottage I had. He said that he lived in a small cabin style apartment. I understood, from the way he described it, that his accommodation was a little cramped. "If I had swung a cat by the tail," he remarked. "I'd have knocked it senseless on all the walls. I've stayed in larger hotel rooms." All the same time that I was finishing up, I would steal glances at Kevin. I couldn't believe how good looking he was. I'm pretty sure he caught me watching him, but he didn't say anything. Dinner was a more pleasant experience than I had expected. You can never tell how eating dinner with a stranger will go. But I am delighted to say that Kevin had excellent table manners. We both attempted to keep the conversation light. He told me stories about his life on the road, home life and family. I learned that his parents were both dead, within a couple of years of each other. His sister was still alive, but they hardly talked and his son, from his first marriage, lived in California. I told him some stories from my life as well, but I really wanted to see if food was his only reason for being with me. I decided to try and drop some innuendo into the conversation. "Do you like the stew?" I asked. "Oh yes," he replied, smiling. A dribble of sauce was running to drip of his chin. He grabbed his serviette and stemmed the flow. "It's really rich and meaty," he continued. "A real meaty mouthful." it was an opportunity to good to ignore. "Yes," I agreed. "It's been a while since I've had a real meaty mouthful." I stopped eating and talking. I waited for his reaction, hoping he would get my meaning. He laid his utensils down on the plate and continued chewing, until he could swallow his food comfortably. He looked me straight in the face, emotionless. "So, do you think you could handle a meaty mouthful and swallow it?" My heart was suddenly beating fast and started to feel my pussy moisten. "Well," I replied. "I would certainly welcome the chance to try." The rest of dinner was suddenly forgotten as Kevin stood up from the table and held out his hand. "Milady," he said. I also rose from my seat and placed my hand in his as he led to the couch. ***oOo*** After we sat down, Kevin moved his face towards mine and our lips met in passionate kiss. I felt his tongue probing, looking for a way into my mouth and so I parted my lips and allowed him in. His hands moved along the sides of my body, squeezing my rib cage and moving over my breasts. He cupped them and gently massaged them. I placed a hand on his thigh and slowly moved it towards his crotch. I felt him shiver as my fingers touched the head of his hardening penis. I could feel my panties beginning to soak and I pushed him away, breaking the kiss. I stood up, told him to stay where he was, make himself comfortable and that I would be right back. I left Kevin on the couch and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I switched my nightstand lights and turned down the duvet. I stripped off my dress, unhooked my bra and rolled down my sodden panties. My juices were running down my inner thighs. I hadn't been this turned in ages. I ran into my bathroom and cleaned myself up, as best I could. Returning to the bedroom once more, I pulled on a fresh, clean pair of white, microfibre panties. I slipped a white, almost see-through negligee over my body. The hem stopped just above my knees. Despite the comfortable warmth of the bedroom, my nipples were as hard as pebbles. They protruded and rubbed against the sheer material of the garment. Over all this, I draped a gold, satin bathrobe, pulled it around my body and tied it off at my waist. Upon re-entering the living room, I saw Kevin had been busy. He was sitting on the couch, naked, except for his boxer shorts His left arm was resting across the top of the back of the couch and his right hand was rubbing and massaging an impressive bulge in his boxers. "When I told you to get comfortable, I didn't think that you would take it so literally," I said, smiling. I stood in front of him, untied the bathrobe and shrugged it from my shoulders. "Wow!" exclaimed Kevin, breathlessly. "You look stunning." Slowly and teasingly, I pushed the straps of the negligee from my shoulders and allowed the garment to fall to the floor, on top of the bathrobe. My breast felt tight and my nipples were painfully hard and so in need of someone to squeeze and nibble them. I moved close to the couch and straddled Kevin's thighs, before dropping into his lap. I felt his hardness rub against my clit and almost came on the spot. I placed my hands upon his shoulders and started to dry hump his erection, while his hands cupped my tits. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and I heard myself telling him to kiss and suck them. I released a long sigh as I felt him suck hard on each breast and felt a tingle like an electric shock, course through my body as he took each nipple between his teeth and chewed on them. Once again, I felt my panties begin to dampen as my juices went into free flow. I pressed my mound against his hard cock and rubbed up and down. His penis felt huge and I really wanted to see it up, close and personal. Reluctantly, I climbed off Kevin's lap and asked him to stand up in front of me, while I sat down. His impressive manhood was pressed against the material of his boxers and I could see the damp spot where his pre-cum had leaked. I sat on the edge of the couch and asked him to move closer. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him closer to me. I could smell the muskiness of his sex and it turned me on even more. I was soaked again, only this time, I didn't care. He shivered as I ran my fingertip along the length of his phallus. I paused at the pre-cum spot and gently massaged his man-juice into his head. "Jeez, Maisie," he said through clenched teeth. "You'll make me cum in my boxers, if you keep that up." I hooked my fingers into the waistband and stripped his boxers to his ankles. To say that I was impressed by the size of his equipment would have been an understatement. His cock seemed enormous. In reality, I suppose you could say he may have measured around seven inches, but never having seen anything this big or having nothing else to compare it too, he was enormous, in my mind. In addition to being long, his penis was also very thick and heavily veined. He wasn't circumcised, but his foreskin didn't completely cover his crown either. It appeared to be pulled tight around the base of his crown and the pee hole, that should have been at the tip, was under the crown. His head was almost cut into two from the tip to the frenulum, where his pee hole was. Pre-cum was leaking and dripping from the hole. Beneath his impressive tool, hung two reasonably large sized testicles, that looked very full and heavy. The whole package came without pubic hair. "Very nice," I said. "Very, very impressive." I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It felt hard and very warm. I was about to slide him between my lips and into my mouth, when I was suddenly reminded by our earlier conversation..... "So, do you think you could handle a meaty mouthful and swallow it?" I wondered what he meant. Did he want me to deep throat him? Something I had never done. Is that what he meant by swallowing his meaty mouthful. Or did he want to cum in my mouth and expect me to swallow his ejaculate. Again. something I had never done before. I held onto his thick shaft and pointed his cock towards my open mouth. Copious amounts of pre-cum dribbled from his pee hole and onto my tongue, as I slid his length into my mouth. As I was sucking on his cock and enjoying its delicious, salty warmth, Kevin spoke. "Erm, Maisie," he began. "I feel I ought to warn you about me." He went on tell me that had a medical condition that he had been born with affected his penis. It was called sub-coronal hypospadias. I pulled his cock from my mouth and continued to stroke him, while he continued. "It's not life threatening, or contagious," he said. "When I was born, my foreskin wouldn't naturally roll back. My parents were told that a circumcision was out of the question because my pee hole hadn't formed in the usual place." I replied that I could see that his penis didn't look like a normal one. But it didn't matter to me because it was a fine specimen of manhood. He told me the only trouble it caused, having a pee hole near his frenulum, was that he didn't always hit the toilet bowl, when he peed. He went on to say that a bonus, something the doctors didn't tell his parents, was that he had powerful, forceful orgasms and just wanted to warn me. I slid his erection back into my mouth and continued to suck hard on him, like I would suck a nougat bar as a child. It was so good to feel a warm, hard cock in my mouth. Patrick never allowed me to suck his cock. He really believed that oral sex was not a normal thing that loving couples did. In his the act of sucking a man's penis was strictly meant for prostitutes. He didn't mind putting his fingers inside me, or playing with my clitoris, but getting him to lick my pussy was impossible. As a consequence, allowing me to suck his cock was also a no-no. I was able to stroke him until he was hard enough to enter me. I put up with this because of the orgasms he gave me. But what I wouldn't have given to chow down on his erection, once in a while or to feel his tongue sliding around my pussy hole. Now sucking Kevin's chunk of meat, I felt as though I had missed out on so much and I hope really hoped he didn't mind eating a seventy year old pussy. As I continued to administer fellatio on Kevin, he quietly asked me to massage his testicles. Knowing how sensitive those things can be, I held his scrotum in the palm of my hand and gently massaged them, occasionally scrapping them with my finger nails. I had been musing so much over how lucky I was to have this delicious piece man meat in mouth, that I had lost track of time and had been ignorant to Kevin's warnings. "Maisie!" he shouted. "I'm going to blow!" I wasn't sure what he meant until he gently gripped the sides of my head and pulled me further onto his cock, until it was touching the back of my throat. I felt his penis begin to pulse. His first volley of semen hit me directly at the back of my throat. A warm splatter that invoked my gag reflex and caused me to almost choke. I had just enough time to recover my composure, before he squirted again. His second rope of semen slid along my tongue and I was able to swallow it more easily. A warm, salty combination. Strange, but surprisingly not unpleasant. I continued to suck him until his cock stopped jerking and bouncing on my tongue. When I was sure that his orgasm had ceased, I gave his crown one more suck and lick, to clean him up. He relinquished his grip on my head and took a step back as I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to fall out. "Holy cow, Maisie!" he exclaimed. "I haven't had a blow job like that before. It was amazing. It's been so long, I had almost forgotten what it was like." "Not bad for an oldie, huh?" I replied, with a cheeky grin on my face. He smiled and nodded. "Well," I said. "Now that we've got your first load out of the way, maybe we should concentrate on the good stuff. But I was wondering if you could do one small favour for me." "Anything," he replied, eagerly. "Would you be interested in feasting yourself on my pussy?" I asked. "I was wondering if you were going to ask," he replied. "I've been wondering what you've got down there." I sat back on the couch and spread my thighs as wide as my body would allow. I think he could clearly see that expanding wetness in my gusset. But I didn't want to remove them myself. I was curious to see how he would deal with them. Before Kevin came along, I had a lot of time on my hands between shifts. The male members of staff at the hotel are either married, gay or just not my type. So I spent a lot of time masturbating whilst watching porn or reading online erotica. I read about men and women who got together and either he would rip her panties off or gently pull them down over her thighs to her ankles. The man would sometimes sniff them, or lick them, before discarding them. Sometimes he would stuff them in the woman's mouth, or pull them over his head and over his own nose and mouth. Some of those things I mentioned didn't do anything for me. I wouldn't want, for example, Kevin to stuff my soaking panties into my mouth, but I would probably be turned on if he sniffed them or pulled over his face. Kevin kneeled on the carpet, in front of the couch and between my thighs. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck and shoulders, slowly moving down until he reached my breasts and once more he sucked each teat into his mouth and chewed on the nipple. My juices began to flow again, soaking my panties and producing tiny electric shocks throughout my body. I felt his hand moving along my right thigh until it reached the leg of my panties. His whole hand moved across my crotch and up and over my soaking underwear. "Wow!" He softly exclaimed. "You are soaking wet. Do you normally get this wet, before sex?" "Not before I met you," I answered, stroking his ego a little. Slowly and very teasingly, Kevin kissed his way down my body until he reached the waistband of my sodden panties. "I can smell your pussy," he said. "It's a lovely aroma. I look forward to tasting you soon." I shuddered as I felt his warm breath across my pubic mound. He kissed the front of my panties and repeated his remark about how wet I was and that he could see the outline of my pussy lips through the material. I jumped a little when I felt his fingers push at the material, pressing it into my slippery hole. With his finger pushing against my pussy, his thumb moved in circles across my engorged clitoris. I can't describe the sensations that were coursing through my body, except to say that I constantly felt a touch away from the most powerful orgasm of my life. I was almost disappointed when he removed his finger. Then something else was nudging its way across my mound and over my clit. I looked down to see that Kevin has his cock in his hand and was rubbing the thick bulbous head along my soaking slit. His pre-cum was mixing with my juices and absolutely soaking my panties. But the feelings and sensations that his rubbing produced, caused my juices to free flow. My entire crotch was a mess. A quagmire of warm, sticky juices. I lay back against the rear of the couch and sank into the warm feelings that enveloped me. He pulled the gusset away from my crotch and slid his cock under my panties. For one moment I thought he was going to enter me, but this was just an extension of the beautiful torture I was experiencing. I felt his crown slide up and down my soaking hole, rubbing in circles over my painfully sensitive clitoris. He was soaking his cock head with my juices. He suddenly slid passed my outer labia and into my vagina. He didn't push any further. I think he just wanted to give me a hint of what to expect. The head of his cock stretched my pussy out, so I could only imagine how his whole cock would feel inside of me. Disappointingly again Kevin slid his cock out of my pussy and he continued to rub it over my lips and clitoris. He removed his cock completely, hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them over my thighs and down to my ankles. He held them in front of him and put them to his face. I could hear him inhaling. The tingles, that were raging in my belly as I watched his do this, were off the scale. I felt that if Kevin was to touch my clit now, I would explode. I watched as he spread out the soaking garment on the couch. next to me. His head then disappeared between my thighs and I moaned when I felt his mouth on my vulva. He placed his hands on my thighs and lifted them up until I was fully exposed to him. He took my hands and placed them under my thighs, inviting me to hold them. Once more, I felt his breath on my mons and slowly that warmth moved down to my vulva again. His tongue, traced a path along my slippery slit and over my clit, making me shudder and shake. He slid his tongue down, over my perineum and I felt a little tickle as the tip of his tongue brushed against my anus. A new experience for me, I can tell you. I whispered that I wasn't interested in anal sex, but that what he was doing felt nice. He heeded this comment and licked my rosebud once more, while his fingers found their way into my open pussy. "Your juices are so sweet," he said, looking up from licking my pussy. "You have a beautiful pussy as well." He took his time with my vagina. He lapped at my juices, like kitten with a milk bowl, stopping every so often to stimulate my clitoris and bring me closer to the brink. After about forty minutes of this, I needed to come. He had brought me to the edge several times. It was like he could sense when I was close and was deliberately holding back. "For fucks sake!" I shouted. "Stop dithering about down there and make me come." He changed all of a sudden. Kevin knelt up straight, took my hands away from my thighs, which was a welcome relief. He placed his ring and middle fingers close to my lips and told me to wet them with my saliva. He ran his fingers along either side of my clitoral hood and squeezed my clit on the way down to my vaginal entrance. I moaned as I welcomed the intrusion of his two fingers. Kevin placed his other hand on my stomach and pressed ever so lightly, as he began to move his fingers in and out of my pussy. Slowly at first and then he sped up, almost pounding his fingers in and out, like a piston. With his fingers pounding way at my soaking pussy, the flat of his hand slapped against my entrance, creating like a suction like sensation. Something wild was building within me and as Kevin bent forward and ran the tip of his tongue across my clit, I erupted. My pussy ejaculated a fountain of liquid in an arc that spread across the carpet. This had never happened before. Yes, Patrick, my darling long dead hubby, had often caused me to squirt, but that was while he was inside me and the result was often a soaked bottom sheet on the bed. This fountain was a whole new experience. Fireflies danced before my eyes as I screamed in rapture. I gripped the seat cushion of the couch so hard, that I almost ripped the upholstery. Not even giving me chance to draw breath or get my sense back on track, Kevin did it again. Slid his two fingers into my drenched pussy and slamming them in and out, like he had before, eliciting the same reaction. Another juicy arc erupted from the depths of my vagina and shot across the room. I didn't complain. I was having too much fun and loving the orgasms Kevin was giving me. I can't be sure, but I think I counted six, before I almost passed out. I lay still, half of my body on the couch, the other draped off and across the floor. My crotch was mess and the couch cushion was awash with my secretions. I came too with Kevin between my thighs once more, licking at my soaking cunt, tasting my juices. I think he was trying to tidy me up, as I did with his cock. Breathlessly, I asked Kevin, "What the hell did you do to me?" He smiled as he answered. "I really wasn't sure if that would work. I watched a video online. A man showed me what he said was a guaranteed way to make a woman squirt when she same. I thought I would try it out on you." "Kevin, I cannot describe how you have made me feel," I said. "But if you are as skilful with your cock, as you are with your fingers, I don't think I am going to sleep at all tonight." I suggested that we continued in the more comfortable surroundings of my bedroom. Kevin offered to help me up from the couch and as I stood up, I noticed that his penis was solid once again. I took his hand and led to him to the staircase. ***oOo*** When we reached the bedroom, I climbed onto the bed, ahead of Kevin, kneeling with my bottom in the air. It wasn't premeditated, or planned, but Kevin immediately took advantage of my position. I felt him climb onto the mattress behind me and began massaging my buttocks. He squeezed them, pushed them together and pulled them apart. I enjoyed there feeling of having my bottom pulled apart. I felt his tongue on my open pussy and he began to nibble at my outer labia, while flicking the tip of his tongue over my dripping hole. I felt a finger push against my anus and wondered what he was doing. I didn't have long to wait. His finger slid into my bottom. To the first knuckle and then the second. Now as I have stated, anal sex is not something I wish to pursue and I am pretty sure at my age, it would not be beneficial to my health. However, feeling Kevin's finger rolling around inside my bottom was a very pleasurable feeling. Keeping his finger in my bottom, I felt the head of his manhood pushing gently against my outer lips and moving slowly inside my pussy. I gasped loudly when his cock head passed through the outer ring of muscles surrounding my entrance and moaned as he slid gently all the way up my vaginal canal, His cock moved within me, until he had bottomed out at my cervix. He really knew how to fill a woman up. His width stretched my pussy walls to a point where I thought he was going to split me in two. He asked me if I was okay and I told him to go gently, but not for too long. His hands held onto my hips and I felt him move back and forth, drawing his cock out to the point where only his crown was inside me and then slowly he slid back. "Maisie," he said. "Your pussy feels like a velvet lined glove around my cock. So warm and soft and comfortable. I love it." After what seemed like an age of gentle strokes, Kevin began to pick up the pace. Driving his iron hard member into me with some force before sliding it out and then pushing it back in. Sometimes, he would withdraw his cock completely and slap around my pussy, bum cheeks and over my rosebud. I pleaded with him not to enter my bottom and he said he had no intention of doing it without my say so. Sometimes, he would withdraw his cock, leaving only the head inside me. He would rotate his hips and move inside me again. It felt as though he was fucking me from different angles. As he drove his full length into my soaking pussy, lovely squelching sounds accompanied every stroke and I could feel the onset of another orgasm. When I came, it was a powerful orgasm and Kevin stopped fucking me. He said later that it was an amazing feeling to have me come all over his cock. My muscles massaged his cock and my juices spread around his shaft and head, forcing him to use all his powers to not come at that point. I knew I wanted to feel him come inside me, but I wanted to be looking him in the eyes when it happened. I suggested we change positions. After he withdrew his cock, I rolled over onto my back, parted my legs and invited him back in. I reached out and gripped his penis. It was hot, slippery and very, very hard. With him watching, I pointed his phallus at my open and soaking cunt and let him do the rest. We both gasped as our union was complete. He slid completely into me and began thrusting almost immediately. I could feel his balls as they slapped against the cheeks of my bottom. My juices flowed our of my pussy, over my perineum and down the crack between my buttocks. Kevin knelt up, held my legs apart and began to thrust harder and harder, slamming his cock into me. I cried out that I close to coming again and he replied that he wasn't far away either. I held on as long as I could, hoping we could come together. He didn't disappoint me and I moaned loudly as I felt his hot, creamy emission begin to fill the depths of my pussy. He pumped for what seemed like a long time. With each pulse of his cock, he produced another streamer of semen inside me. His face was contorted in the throes of passion and ecstasy. Finally he stopped pulsing and let go of my legs. He lowered himself onto me, his cock still inside me, held my head and kissed me softly on the lips. I pushed my tongue between his lips and we engaged in a hot and passionate embrace. ***oOo*** I don't remember falling asleep, but we must have, because I awoke to Kevin between my legs, licking my pussy and sucking my clitoris. There is something to be said for an early morning orgasm, It kind of sets you up for the day. Once again we fucked like wild cats and he filled my pussy with his delicious, salty cream. As we showered together, we agreed to see each other as often as my work schedule would allow. This meant that sometimes we would spend the night together, or we would be fucking in the middle of the afternoon. I didn't really care. I just needed him at anytime of the day. I was heartbroken on the day Kevin went home. I was working the early morning shift and Kevin was catching the bus, right in the middle of when I was working. We were not able to properly say goodbye. I managed to take a short break and was able to give him one final tongue kiss before he climbed into his taxi, that took to the bus station. I saw the taxi driver give me a sly smile as he drove away. Kevin had told me that he hoped to return the following year and that there was an open invitation for me to visit him anywhere, anytime. Something I managed twice. We kept in touch via What'sApp and email. The crushing blow came when the owner of the hotel decided to retire at the end of that year and handed complete control, to his son. It was the owner who instigated the concept of live piano music, but his son was always against it. He was more in favour of a guitar troubadour and a weekend DJ. As a consequence, as soon as the ink was dry on the handover agreement, the son cancelled all the piano players and sold the piano. Soon after that, contact with Kevin dwindled to nothing and to this day I couldn't tell you where he was, or what he as doing. But I know that I will go to my grave with fond memories of those three weeks. I am going to retire in a few months and I have promised that I will try and track Kevin down. Hopefully, he'll still want to feast on this old pussy. ***oOo***

Maisie

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