“You have wonderful hands, Jeff; I bet you give great massages. I might have to use your bathing services often.”
“Well, you were a pleasure to bathe,” I responded. “I’ve never seen such perfect skin. How do you keep it so smooth?”
“I’ve been waxing my legs since I was ten, and I get laser treatments on my VJ and underarms. Oh, and lots of lotion and coconut oil.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing, it works well,” I said with a smile.
Jessie washed my body slow and sensually. Her hands were as soft as the rest of her. I reveled in the feeling of those soft hands running over my body. I couldn’t believe she was there with me; it seemed like a dream. She finished washing my body much quicker than I had her but had left my nether regions for last.
“You know, this thing still looks pretty dirty,” she said as she stroked my cock. “I think I’ll need to use a special oral technique to get it clean.”
Jessie fondled my cock and balls, making sure to rinse all the soap off. Then she looked straight into my soul with her big brown eyes and engulfed half of my length in her warm mouth. My Ex was never fond of blow jobs; she would usually need a few drinks in her to even consider it. On the other hand, I always needed to ‘warm her up’ orally if I wanted sex. Now here I was with someone that seemed to really be enjoying giving me head.
Jessie would lick up and down my shaft, twirl her tongue around the head a few times before engulfing it back in her mouth. She would bob my cock in and out a few times, hitting the back of her throat without gagging. All the while, she was massaging my balls and rubbing a finger across my taint. It was officially the best blow job I had received in my forty-two years.
I didn’t think it could get any better, but then she took it to another dimension. All at the same time, she pushed my cock into her throat. Then sank her finger into my taint and started massaging my prostate. It lasted about thirty seconds before I began to unload down her throat. After four or five squirts down her throat, she pulled the head out of her throat, and I sent another five more jets into her mouth. She pulled off of my cock, looked in my eyes, and opened her mouth. She had so much that some spilled onto her chin.
It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. Not thinking about it, I pulled Jessie to her feet and kissed her with as much passion as I could muster. The taste of my cum soon invaded my mouth as she hadn’t swallowed yet. I couldn’t care less as our tongues wrestled for dominance in each of our mouths.
My cock was still hard as we pressed against each other in our passionate embrace. Jessie jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. She reached between us and guided me into her. I had thought her pussy had felt hot during our earlier tryst, but now, she felt like an oven.
All reason was now out the window as I pushed Jessie against the shower wall and fucked her with animalistic abandon. With the kiss and the fucking, our lips had still not parted. Our mouths were swimming in our shared spit and my cum. I continued to pound her pussy until she screamed into my mouth. Her pussy pulsed and spasmed and massaged my cock to another orgasm. I emptied another load against her cervix.
I tried to pull away, but she held my lips to hers for another few minutes. My cock slipped out of her, and we heard a large plop of what I supposed was my cum. Jessie finally broke our kiss and giggled.
“Babe, You were really locked and loaded. I’ve never seen anyone cum that much or that many times.”
“Well, that was the best sex I’ve ever had, so it was all you, Jess.”
Jessie and I washed again and dried each other. My cock was numb, my balls ached slightly, but I had never been more satisfied in my life. I felt like going back to bed for a week, but Jessie pulled me out of the bedroom. We went down to the kitchen, where we were greeted with hoots and hollers. To my utter embarrassment, Jade and Ron were also there and were also devoid of clothing.
Jade cried out, “Way to go, Mr. Dixon.”
“Yeah, Mr. Dixon, way to get it done,” Ron commented.
“You two could have been quieter. I’ll be scared for life now with the sounds and mental image of my father and my best friend rutting like wild animals upstairs,” Christy commented.
“He was an animal,” Jessie replied.
Everyone was laughing and giggling at our predicament.
Then, have you ever had words appear in your mind, and even though you knew it was the wrong thing to say, you say it anyway. “Well, Jessie just brought out the animal in me; I just appreciate her taking pity on this old guy.”
You could have heard a pin drop at that moment. Jessie spun on her heels and laid a slap across my face that could have been heard in the next town.
“You Bastard!” Jessie screamed, “That was not a pity fuck! I thought you understood.”
Jessie ran out of the room and up the stairs crying as I stood there in shock. I knew in my heart that the passion Jessie had shown in our lovemaking was not pity. However, I just couldn’t get past my own self-doubts as to why this beautiful young woman would want me.
“Daddy, that was mean,” Christy extolled, “I told you Jessie has a crush on you; she cares about you for real.”
“Yeah, Dad, you need to go up there and apologize,” Cory added.
I lowered my head, shaking it to the affirmative, turned, and walked to the stairs. Before I got out of the kitchen, Christy commented, “And I suggest you make that apology on your knees.”
When I got up the stairs, I noted that all the doors were open except the Master Bedroom, my room. I would have to face her where we began.
I could hear her sniffling on the other side of the door, so I gently tapped. “Go away,” she screamed.
I looked to my left, and Christy was standing at the top of the stairs. She pointed at my door and mouthed, “Get in there.”
I shook my head and turned the knob. The door opened. Jessie was lying face down on the bed, crying into my pillow. I closed the door behind me and walked to the bed, and knelt down next to her.
“Jessie, I am so sorry; I honestly didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I really loved what we shared. Can you please forgive me?” Jessie stopped crying but still didn’t say anything. So I added, “I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
She finally turned her head to look at me. “You mean it, anything?”
“Yes, anything,” I responded.
“I want you to give me a chance?” she asked.
“A chance at what, sweetie?”
“A chance to make you happy. A chance to have a relationship,” she responded.
I was utterly stunned at that moment. Jessie was less than half my age. She was beautiful, intelligent, and had such a passion for life.
“Jess, I… You… I mean… w…why would you. I mean, you are young and so beautiful. You could… could have any man you wanted. Why would you want me?” I asked.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. When I look back, every good memory I have, you’re there. I know Christy and I were always together, but you came to every recital, gymnastics tournament, and cheerleading event. My parents were hardly ever there, but you were always there. You always cheered for me just as hard as you did for Christy. Amy didn’t deserve you, Jeff; you were always too good for her.”