In our previous two encounters, I'm guessing she came dozens of times in a four-hour span. I've been fortunate to have had sex with a few multi-orgasmic women in my time, but she is clearly the queen of that realm. "I grew up in the '60s, when no one ever heard of a shaved crotch." Then I really went to work on her. Her pubic area boasted a neat triangle of dark-blonde stubble, but it was hardly bush-like. "I brought my trimmer, if that's too hairy for you," she offered. I dove down between her pale, creamy thighs and began to slurp long, extended licks from the base of her pussy to her little pearl-sized clit.
She knew what was next and opened her legs invitingly. Hands went immediately to each partner's genitals, and we French-kissed furiously while tugging and stroking.Īfter a few minutes of that, I flipped her onto her back. She climbed onto the bed, and I kicked off my shorts before joining her. I soon ran my fingers up and down her rapidly moistening slit before tugging them off entirely. She reached down to rearrange her panties and let me know they were of the crotchless variety. We made out for a bit while standing up, her tugging on my erect, silk-covered cock, while I cupped her breasts and sucked insistently on each of her nipples. "Oops," she squealed." "I guess you'll have to pick that up, Mister Mechanically Minded."
"Besides, I was unhooking bras long before you were born." She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, which caused her bra to fall to the floor. She beat me to the punch and unhooked her bra, to which I voiced a mild objection. Since I'm only an inch taller than her, kissing is a very delightful and simple process, and we lip-locked probably a hundred times over the ensuing 14-plus hours. "Well, you'll just have to take them off, then," was her reply. "Orange isn't exactly your color," I said half-playfully. It proved to be a worthwhile exercise in caution.Īs I emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of red silk boxers, I saw her playing with my cat while she had on only a bra and panties. Knowing her proclivity for squirting, I'd taken the time earlier that day to strip my bed down to its fitted sheet, under which I'd laid several bath towels. I took a quick shower while she made herself comfortable in my bedroom. Since the building only has a single elevator and everyone there knows me (I'm on the HOA board), I was relieved that we didn't see a single resident as we traveled between the underground garage and my front door. With our meal completed, we hopped back into my car for the 10-minute drive back to my condo. As usual, our conversation was a mixture of contemporary thought (she's an attorney I'm a tech writer), politics (we're both quite liberal), and sexual teasing. I picked her up at her townhouse, and we headed to a Middle Eastern restaurant on my side of town for dinner.
#Sleepover results in a gay cum suck plus
She's a natural blonde with 36D breasts, plus nipples that always seem to be fully erect. She's exactly half my age (35 to 70) and a bit on the chubby side, but her height (5-11) helps make up for the 160-plus pounds she carries, and twice-a-week Pilates keeps her firm. We'd met three months ago on a local dating site and had fucked before - always at her place - with two four-hour sessions to our credit. This past Friday night, with my wife back East visiting relatives, I invited over a new friend for a sleepover.