Soon she pulled away, with a long strand of her spittle falling right between her sun-browned tits. “Time to put that magnificent tool to work, Baby. I bet you know just how to use it, too.” She stood up with my help, of course, and got on the bed on her hands and knees, right at the edge of the bed with her ample ass wiggling at me, inviting me. “Come and get it, lover.”
I moved right behind her, still on my feet, and I held her ass with my left hand as my right aimed my cock at the steamy slit, oozing nectar and emitting the most sensual odor. I rubbed the head up and down, my turn to tease her a little bit. I heard her gasping as the head hit her clit a few times, and I squeezed out a drop or two of precum, mixing it with her juices. “Ready, my sexy little minx?”
“More than ready, Baby! Give it to me, a nice slow fuck…for now.” I eased into her slowly, savoring the snug, sticky pussy that was like the perfect home for my cock. I took my time until I was all the way in, my groin flush against her ass. She was squeezing me and I was making my cock twitch, so we were both teasing the other as I held onto her hips so we could grind together.”
“I can’t believe how fucking tight you are. Like a glove. A very warm glove.”
“And I can’t believe how full you make me feel. Like you were made just for me, Baby.” We held still like that, with me standing behind her, locked together. Eventually I did start moving, sliding back and forth, nice and slow and steady to start, as Linda gasped each time I filled her pussy. She reached back between her legs so she could massage my balls and I reached around her hips so I could rub her clit in time to our strokes.
Those strokes were getting faster. Linda was grunting and I was breathing hard as my hips smacked against her ass and thighs. Her tits were swaying with our thrusts and what started out as a slow screw was now a hard, fast fuck. “Spank me, Baby! Don’t be afraid to slap my ass hard!” My hand came down harder than I had done previously, and she howled her approval. I was too lost in the heat of the moment to question how I felt about spanking her that hard; I would worry about that another time. For the moment, we were having a great time.
After a few minutes of driving my cock into her om behind, Linda moaned “Let me ride you, Baby. I want to see your sexy face.” So I stopped and quickly laid on the bed and Linda climbed on like I would disappear if she didn’t. Like there was a chance of that. She started bouncing hard from the beginning; we were way too hot to take it slow by then. I loved watching her tits jumping with her movements; it was kind of fascinating in a way. Then she shook them in my face and I grabbed them greedily and sucked both nipples at the same time. I even bit lightly, and her eyes closed as she grunted. Then I reached down and used my thumb to rub her clit and Linda sat down hard as she came, grinding down as hard as she could.
Linda sat kind of still, then leaned all the way down to kiss me, a few short ones and a very long and loving deep kiss as well. “That was wonderful, like always, Baby. And you’re still so hard. Tell me what I can do to get you to cum. Name it, my sweet love.”
I thought for a minute as we stayed close and she squeezed me very gently, which was making it hard to think. “Would you mind if I came between your tits, Honey?” I asked so meekly Linda laughed at me, but not in a cruel way at all.
“You’re so cute sometimes. Always handsome. Do you want to lay there or would you prefer to get on top of me?”
“I’ll get on top, Honey.” We shifted around and I straddled Linda’s torso and put my aching hard cock right between her big, soft pillows. I was wet enough from her pussy to slide easily back and forth, and each time I pushed forward, she flicked out her tongue and teased the head with her very talented tongue. She pushed her tits snugly together and I started fucking her tits fast.
“Baby, you’re so hard. Your balls feel like they’re ready to burst! Let it go, Dennis. Give me all that hot cum.” She kept licking when she could and then my cock swelled and like a side-facing fountain, I shot my cum all over Linda’s neck and even her face, with the last spurts landing between her breasts. My ass was clenching on and off, pushing out the last of my cum. I gripped it and let the last drops land on her right nipple before I smiled at my sticky, loving Linda. She looked delicious, actually, and I bent over to kiss her, even with my cum in streaks over her face. I caught her by surprise, and again when I kissed her cheek and nose, tasting myself. “Wow, Baby. I didn’t expect that at all.”
“I’ll try almost anything once” I said softly, still trying to find my own voice. I fell to her side and held her close, this time sharing our kisses and my cum. “It’s not bad, And it tastes even better on your sweet lips, my Darling.”
Linda ran her fingers through the side of my hair, teasing the top of my ear. “You’re full of surprises. Much more adventurous than other men I’ve known. None would ever have sampled themselves. Except you. My younger love. Damn, it’s running into my eye and it burns! Can you get me a towel? Quickly!”
I didn’t even stop to answer her, I hurried to the bathroom, buck naked, and wet a washcloth and hurried back to wipe her face first, starting over her left eye. Then down her face and neck, and then down to her chest until she was clean. Then I got the parts of my own body and face with semen. We spent the rest of the afternoon in very casual clothes, shorts and shirts like we did all summer, reading while Linda snuggled against me on the couch as we read our books and put on some music. Despite the age difference, we liked most of the same music, so it was easy to choose what to listen to.
Later I made dinner, chicken parmigiana, and she cleaned up; we were just like a real domesticated couple, sharing chores as well as fun. The evening had a nice breeze so we opened the windows and smelled the salt air as we read, had a little ice cream, and made out on the couch before we retired to bed to make love nice and slow and sweet. It was a great first day, with more great days to follow, ended by a whole bunch of ‘I Love You’s’ as we held each other before falling into an exhausted sleep.
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Over the rest of those five days, we lived simply. No phones, no television. No interruptions of any kind. Sunday was kind of dreary, always threatening rain, so we drove into Riverhead, the town in the East End of Suffolk County where the North and South Forks split off. We did some window shopping (and a little actual shopping), stopped into a cafe for lunch, and then took in a movie where we made out most of the time even though we were surrounded by others. Who cared? We gave them something to talk about that night. And besides, we got worked up enough to have a wild fuck when we got back to the bungalow. Another dinner, this time cooked by Linda, and another mellow evening together.
Monday was at the beach, and after we showered, we relaxed, still so at ease with each other. We just fit so naturally together. But instead of making dinner, we got dressed up a bit, me in a pair of tan slacks and a navy button down shirt with brown shoes. Nothing special; we didn’t have to get all that dressed to go out to dinner around there, especially during the summer. Linda, however, was resplendent in a cotton lime-green simple sleeveless dress, midway to her knees, with white two-inch sandals. A little makeup and some nice gold earrings, a white clutch handbag. Wow. I was almost speechless.
“You’re not going to say anything to your date on her outfit? I thought you were attracted to me” Linda pouted, but not a serious pout. She was fishing for a compliment, and she sure as hell deserved one.
“You’re magnificent, Honey. My every dream come true. Your beauty and sexuality are only a part of that. You excite me in every imaginable way.” I stepped closer and held her by her shoulders, then I kissed her, tender loving kisses. “I love you with all my heart, Honey.”
“Dennis…I was just teasing, Kind of. But you’re serious, aren’t you? When you say all those wonderful things?”
“Every letter of every single word. I wouldn’t lie to you, Linda. Especially about how I feel about you.”
“I’m not going to cry, Baby. Not now. I want to go to dinner, and I don’t want to have to redo my makeup. But you should know,” she said as she gave me a soft kiss with her lush lips, “I feel exactly the same way about you. No one’s ever thrilled me like you do. Later tonight, we’ll share that love with each other. But for now, please take me to dinner. I’m starved!” We both laughed lightly. First, we had to feed one kind of hunger. Later, we’d satiate the other kind.
We drove back to Riverhead, where there were a number of good seafood restaurants. We picked one at random, not too fancy but not a dump either. As I always did, I held out the doors and chairs for Linda, something she always appreciated, old fashioned manners. She gave me the appropriate smile.
“I’ll have to thank your parents one of these days for training you so well. I don’t think Dave held out a chair or helped me on with my coat since before we were married. I’m all for women’s rights, but I do like the little things, Baby. They’re important.”
“I notice you like to get me a cold drink when we’re just cuddled together, other things like that. It goes back and forth. We’re good to each other, Honey.” We held each other’s fingers across the table, showing public displays of affection. I ordered a bottle of wine before we even looked at the menu. A nice, cold white. Best for seafood.
After studying the menu, Linda ordered a lobster with spinach and a baked potato, while I ordered a broiled combo platter of sea scallops, shrimp and baked clams. It was all delicious and while we ate, we had pleasant conversation, both easy-going and, at times, downright funny. We just got along so easily. It was hard to believe there was such an age difference between us. I grabbed the check when it came, despite Linda’s objection. I told her she paid for the bungalow, so I was paying for everything else if I could. I always worked after school and weekends since I was 15 and was pretty good about saving money, not to mention holiday gifts and my Bar Mitzvah money. Some of that thrift was coming in handy.