“I could feel you cum inside me.” she whispered as he began to relax. “I liked it, it felt nice.”
Benny managed a smile as he collapsed on her and then rolled off to the side. She quickly snuggled into him to reassure him that she was happy.
“Thank you for that.” she whispered.
Benny lay back and contemplated what he’d done as his lustful mood evaporated to be replaced with one of reasoning. While he would never forget what had just transpired, he felt it was morally wrong. Joanna placed her head on his chest and looked up at him, she smiled lovingly at him.
“I know what you’re thinking.” she stated. “But for me it was the right thing to do. I’ll never regret it and nor should you. And for an old fella, you can handle yourself just fine.”
Benny lifted his hand and ran it through what little hair she had, “It was a first for me too; you’re my first virgin.”
Joanna smiled and snuggled further down, “I’m glad, it makes it more special. I might as well spend the night in your bed.”
They slowly dozed off, both taking comfort in the other’s closeness.
The running of the shower awoke Benny; he gazed over at the bedside clock and decided it was too early to face the day, his eyes closing as he drifted off again. He subconsciously felt Joanna climb onto the bed and the cool air hit his body as the sheet was removed. He stirred as cool liquid was dribbled on his limp cock; his interest only aroused when a warm hand encircled its girth and began to stroke it.
“Merry Christmas old man; its time to get up and boogie again.” Benny sort of smiled and opened his eyes. Joanna was kneeling beside him on the bed, her beautiful breasts moving in time with her working hand. He felt himself harden under her warm slippery hands; he ran a hand up her smooth thigh and upwards to her breasts. Joanna moved closer so that he could reach both breasts and then opened her thighs slightly to tease him. As soon as he was hard, she straddled him and moved over his cock. He was surprised how aroused she was, and how his cock slipped easily into her. Her mouth was tight with concentration but broke into a grin once she’d taken him completely.
“Ohhhh, that’s sooo nice.” she whispered and then dangled her breasts into his face.
Sex is always different in the daylight; Benny was amazed how naturally beautiful Joanna was. Her smooth oval face already shiny with her efforts, her breasts full and soft to touch; her body was curvy but lean under the eye. Benny had always been a leg man, his eyes feasted on her ample thighs and what lay between them. He watched as her pussy slid up and down his shaft, her warm juices leaving a shiny tide mark at the base.
She grinned mischievously down at his wandering eyes, “You know, I think I might get to like fucking.”
Benny laughed, “I think you might too.”
Over the next few days, Joanna’s new found interest showed little signs of waning, her sexual demands were soon taking their toll and Benny was starting to feel his age. A bedtime romp was expected and taken each night, his body exploited and ravaged by her beautiful body. Then around lunchtime, she would get into the mood and would tempt him with her wares by parading around in her underwear or topless. She proved to be a good student and became an avid provider of a good blowjob. Her natural inquisitive turned to the large screen TV and DVD player in the bedroom, and Benny was forced to confess to owning a few adult DVD’s.
“Let me see.” she insisted.
Joanna was soon sitting nude and cross legged on the bed watching a handsome and very well endowed male satisfying a grateful brunette. She glanced over at Benny’s appendage and grinned.
“Makes yours look inadequate, maybe I’ve been short changed.
Benny, without hesitation left the bedroom and returned with a thick wooden long handled broom handle.
“Okay, lets see how you go with this; it’s about the same size as your friend on the TV.”
Joanna took one look at the implement and snapped her legs closed.
“You can keep that thing away from me.” she said while crawling under the covers for protection.
He waved it threateningly at her as she watched with mock horror from the safety of the bed.
Another day she returned home to find Benny on a business call in his office. She kissed him on the head and then sat on his desk facing him. Soon she began to slide her skirt high up her thighs; her panties eased aside displaying her curls and her pink lips below. When that failed to entice him away from the phone, a manicured finger was parting her lips and teasing her clitoris. Benny closed his eyes to concentrate on the call, but her wet finger was soon penetrating his lips, her arousal evident to his taste buds. She removed her panties and slipped them over his head before retiring to the bedroom, he ended the call soon after and joined her.
Like all good things, they eventually come to an end. On the morning that Joanna was to fly out, Benny woke to find her sitting up in bed watching him, her tears running down her beautiful cheeks.
He sat up and took her in his arms, “What’s up?”
She cuddled into him and took a deep breath, “I hate goodbyes.” she said. “I don’t want you to come to the airport; I want us to say our goodbyes here.”
She leaned back and looked into his eyes, “I want you to know that I’ll always think of this time with you as something really special. You’ve turned me into a woman, and you’ve made me a good lover. I have no regrets about what we did. You’re a wonderful man and I’d marry you if I was ten years older, but, it’s not to be. So, let’s make love one last time and then I’d better get ready to go.”
For the countless times they had made love, the last time was special. It was of tenderness and tears, of commitment and parting. It was slow and meaningful, the kisses long and passionate, the end exquisitely pleasurable. And not long after, Benny watched her cab disappear down his driveway on the way to the airport. Minutes later, Benny was alone and lonely, he could still smell her scent as he walked into the house and its emptiness.
As the months came and went, Joanna’s e-mails declined as she travelled her own path in Europe. Christmas 2004 came and then went; Benny received an e-mail titled ‘Thinking of You’ on Christmas day, the attachment contained several photos taken with a digital camera. Images of lovely thighs, tight panties and a familiar looking pussy flashed across his screen. He grinned and saved them on his hard drive for future prosperity.
In early 2005, Benny had entered into a relationship with a lady named Hannah. It all started when he was invited to join a business mentoring group, the aim to provide direction and support to up and coming small business ventures. Hannah was an unlikely partner for Benny; firstly she was a highly qualified psychoanalyst, secondly she had a preference to wear old fashion clothes, and thirdly seemed to be a man hater. To be honest, Benny thought she was a pain in the arse and avoided her. But they began to work some projects together, and what was soon clear to Benny was that god had provided her with one of the sharpest minds that he’d ever encountered. He struggled to keep up with her quick thinking and sharp tongue; she in turn didn’t appreciate his casual approach to anything and everything. But they worked hard, tolerated each other, and in the end produced some very good results.