Chapter 10

Her lips parted easily, allowing me to slip my finger into her warm, slippery den. I’d done this countless times to myself, but the feeling was so different when it was another person’s body. I soon added a second digit and quickly found a comfortable pace as I fucked Monica with my fingers. Her walls gripped tightly as I thrust into her. Her wetness coated my hand. Her head was resting on my shoulder and I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she panted and moaned.

“I need to taste you.” I said softly to her.

“I would love that.”

I kissed her gently before removing my fingers from her sticky confines. Monica laid back against the pile of pillows and parted her legs wider for me. I positioned myself onto my stomach between her legs. Once we were both comfortable, I marveled at the sight before me. Monica had the most beautiful pussy I could ever imagine. Her pink lips were puffy from arousal while her tiny little clit was peeking out from its hood, swollen with excitement. My fingering had spread her juices across every inch of her soft, magnificent pussy, making her look even more delicious and inviting.

My heart was thudding loudly in my chest from a mixture of nervousness and zeal. My young lover was spread before me, dripping with anticipation of what I was about to do to her. Her musky aroma invaded my sense of smell, causing my mouth to water and heightening my desire to taste her. I wanted to remember this for the rest of my life.

To begin, I placed a gentle kiss in the valley of her thigh. From there I slowly made my way up onto her mound, brushing my nose across her bright red garden. I placed a final kiss right above her clit, causing her to gasp. I then dipped down and swiped my tongue upwards from the bottom of her entrance. Monica cried out the sexiest sounding “oh fuck” as I flicked over her little nub. Her sweet nectar coated my tongue for the first time and her taste was forever burned into my memory. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had to have more.

I swiped my tongue over her lips, getting drunk off of her juices. I felt like I was just clumsily going after her, but as I bathed her pussy with my tongue, I felt her fingers dig into my hair. That, combined with her moans and whimpers, gave me a surge of confidence. I used my fingers to spread her delicate lips apart as I slithered my tongue into her tight crevice, lapping up as much of her intoxicating liquor as I could.

Unfortunately, my inexperienced tongue was getting tired, but I wasn’t going to quit until I made her cum. I couldn’t forget what Monica had done to me and I was about to do the same thing to her.

I pressed my lips around her clit and alternated between flicking the nub with the tip of my tongue and sucking on it. Monica’s fingers gripped my head tighter as she held me against her, thrusting her hips as I worked her little bean.

“Oh fuck, Steph…fuck…don’t…oh, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

There was no way I was going to stop. I continued on, never deviating from the pattern I had set. Her body was now undulating from my ministrations, her breathing more desperate and ragged as she neared her peak. I wasn’t sure which one of us wanted this more, but we were both about to be rewarded.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck…I’m cum…ungh!!

Monica’s thighs trembled as the orgasm overtook her. A flood of her delicious essence spilled forth and I quickly moved my mouth to capture as much of it as I could. I drank from her until she ran dry and her body stilled as her climax ebbed.

A calming silence washed over the room. The only sound was that of Monica’s breath returning to normal. We lay still on the bed as we recovered. I remained nestled between her legs, my head resting atop the damp pillow of red that adorned her mound. My face was a sodden mess from her juices as were her inner thighs and the luxurious bedding upon which we rested.

I couldn’t believe that at 43 years old, I had just had the most incredible sex of my life. Never would I have dreamed to have such an awakening at this stage of my life.

My emotions were getting the best of me. I was so overwhelmed by everything that had just transpired that I could hold it in anymore. I began to cry. Tears streamed from my eyes and wet my cheeks. I was still nuzzled against my new lover’s sex when I felt the bed move.

“Steph…is everything ok?”

Her voice was filled with concern, surely afraid that I was regretting what we had just done.

“I’m fine. I’m just…”

Monica was sitting upright, her hand caressing my cheek and I could hear that she was crying as well.

“Steph…talk to me. Please don’t tell me you regret…”

“Shhh, shhh. No! Monica, stop.”

I sat up and put my hand on the side of her face.

“I regret nothing. Holy shit, Monica….you are incredible. Trust me, I’ve never had sex this good with anyone. It’s just…I’m really emotional right now is all.”

“Oh thank goodness! I was so scared for a minute. You are incredible as well.

“Me? Incredible? I had no idea what I was doing. I just went with what felt right.”

“Well, you’re a natural. I’ve never come like that before. I’m a fucking mess!”

“I know. I’m wearing a lot of it.”

We both laughed. Monica pulled me towards her and pressed her lips to mine. We fell onto the bed as we kissed one another.

“Let’s rest for a bit, ok? Unless you have to get back home soon?”

Rest would be great. I’ve got plenty of time until I need to leave.”

Monica held me tight as we drifted off to sleep. We napped for about an hour before I woke up and began exploring her naked body. We had another long session of lovemaking and we made each other cum again and again. Afterward, we both agreed we needed a shower, so we took advantage of the amenities our room provided.

I washed Monica first, shampooing her hair and making sure every inch of her body was clean. I fingered her to another orgasm before she returned the favor and bathed me. Monica made sure I came one last time as well before we dried off.

I was seated in a chair, watching Monica as she gathered her clothes that were strewn around the room. I couldn’t stop myself from admiring how incredibly beautiful she was. I’d always thought she was an attractive girl, but now that I’d seen her completely nude and spent several hours with her in the throes of passion, it was a little different. I loved watching how her body moved without the confines of clothing. Her tiny waist flared out to form those lovely hips, her shapely legs flexed with each step, her well-rounded ass jiggled slightly…she was perfection. I couldn’t draw my gaze away as she bent over to retrieve her thong from off the floor. Her delicate little pussy lips poked out along with a tiny glimpse of her red bush.

Not only was she fantastically pretty, but she was such a sweet and caring person too. Her patience and guidance filled me with the confidence to explore my sexuality with her. I couldn’t believe how incredible my first time had been. Everything about her was so fresh in my mind, how her skin felt against me, how her taste lingered on my tongue, and how her scents enchanted me…fuck, I think I was falling for this girl. Hard. This wasn’t good.

I was lost in thought when she spoke.

“Huh? Oh! Yep, it’s…I was just thinking about…everything.”

“It was great, wasn’t it?”

“Oh my god…it was unbelievable.”

She smiled as she pulled the little thong up her legs. I shook my head and stood to go gather my bra and panties. I found the bra on the side of the bed opposite the windows. I bent over to pick it up and caught Monica staring as I stood. She grinned and her cheeks turned red.

“You. You’re so fucking hot, Steph.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to hear that. You’re too kind.”

It was my turn to blush as her eyes roamed over my naked body. I stuffed my tits into my bra and looked for my thong. Monica found it and tossed it to me and I slid it up my legs into place. My dress was next and once I had it back on, I sat on the bench next to the door to slip on my shoes.

I gazed over at the disheveled bed as memories of our tryst played in my head. I watched Monica slip into her shimmering dress, finally covering her exquisite body that had me so mesmerized. She fluffed her hair and made her way over to where I was sitting. She sat next to me and slid her feet into her shoes.

I looked over at her and flashed her a faint smile.

“Are you ok? Really?”

I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers.”

I leaned in and kissed her ever so softly. I just had to taste her lips one last time. She pressed into my kiss and soon our tongues were in each other’s mouths. I had to pull away just enough to catch my breath. I nuzzled my lips against her neck, leaving tiny pecks against her skin.

“I’m sorry. I’m not good with goodbyes.”

“It’s quite alright, but…”

I sat up and looked at her. She had a questioning look on her face.

“I know that…I mean…this is it right? Where we leave here and our lives go back to the way they were, right?”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so. I mean…yeah, you’re married and have all that going on…”

I looked into her eyes and could see that she was hurt.

“Was this not a one-time thing?”

“I mean, if that’s what you want?”

“Oh shit! No. Oh, Monica, no. It’s…fuck…I fucked this all up.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s me. I…I just assumed. I get it, you have a husband, and a nice life, and…I’m sorry. I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”

“Hey, hey…no. Tell me what you want. Where do you see this going?

“Look…I’m not expecting you to leave Paul. I just thought, maybe…maybe we could, you know, see each other occasionally?”

Yeah? You’d be ok with that?”

“Would I? Fuck yes! Shit, I can’t get enough of you.”

I was on top of her in a heartbeat. One hand gripped her tit while my other arm was at the back of her head. Her lips parted and my tongue was in her mouth as her hands were frantically pawing for the hem of my dress. The next thing I know, we are tumbling off the bench and onto the floor. Monica was now on top of me and we both looked at each other with a stunned look. I couldn’t help the laugh that I let out and soon Monica was rolling over laughing as well.

“Listen, I know Rachel and Paul will both be home soon. We have our way of communicating with each other, so let’s finish this at a later time.”

“If you think you can wait that long?”