"You are a sweet boy." Impulsively she placed her hand upon my knee. I looked down at it. I tried to control myself. I shuddered with the effort before I gave way to impulse. I seized her hand and kissed it.
She came right up out of her chair and stood over me, pressing my cheek against her belly while her fingers stroked my hair. "You sweet boy," she said huskily. "You are so sweet."
My hands rested on her satin-skinned back just above her bikini. No more than that. If I made her work at seducing me she'd have a sense of responsibility. "You're lovely," I whispered into her hot belly. My huffing breath sent a shudder rippling through her.
"Dear boy!"
I raised my head slowly and looked up through the twin swell of her bra cups into her eyes. "You're so understanding," I said. "I'm so happy to be with you. I want to sit and hold you in my arms. May I?"
"For a few minutes," she said huskily.
We sat on the bed. I slid my arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her cheek down upon my chest. Her auburn hair tickled my nostrils and her breast nudged my belly. I kept my prick under control by deliberately not thinking about pussy. That gave me an advantage because she couldn't think of anything else. When she realized I intended simply sitting there she sagged her weight against me until it bore us backwards.
"This is better," she whispered. "I can lie in your arms more comfortably." She swung her legs up on the bed. "Make yourself comfortable."
We lay side by side. Her tits prodded my chest and her shoulder wriggled until her bra strap was under my hand. If I merely twitched my fingers a bare tit would pop out at me. But I tenderly kissed her forehead, and her closed eyelids, sighed wistfully. "It's lovely simply to be with you!"
"I'm Gloria," she said. "What's your name?"
"Mike."
Her fingertips ran up and down my spine, drawing sensuous patterns. Then she massaged her tits against my chest and gently eased one leg over mine. I raised my knee. She wriggled again and was astride it. I raised my knee higher and my thigh pressed hard into her crotch. She bore down against it. "We shouldn't be doing this," she said breathlessly. "But I'm so drawn towards you."
"I'm drawn towards you too, Gloria. But I don't want to endanger your happiness."
"You're making me happy now!" Her crotch bore down more powerfully on my thigh. Her pussy was burning. Even through her bikini and my pants it was glowing like a torch.
"But… your husband?" I protested.
"Don't worry about him, Mike."
"But you're so lovely. He'd be terribly hurt if… "
Her caressing hands were very urgent. "He doesn't appreciate me, Mike. He doesn't know how to love me. The truth is, he can't! He's always so stewed. He couldn't make love for a thousand dollars."
I was incredulous. "Not with a lovely woman like you?"
"Love me, Mike," she choked. "Hold my breasts. Kiss them!" Her shoulders wriggled, trying to snag her bra strap in my fingers. I ran my fingers down between her shoulder to her bra strap. She gasped as it snapped open. Then I eased the straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra out from between us. She gave another gasp and her sweaty tits slithered all over my chest as she clasped me to her tightly. Her hot crotch bore down with tiny, squelching sounds. I could feel the stickiness even through-my pants. She was hot stuff. She'd demand hot cock six times a day and play with herself in between. I ran my hand down her spine and her belly arched in powerfully against mine. I eased my fingers into her bikini and molded them over the curve of her bottom, pressing down and adding pressure to the bearing-down of her crotch. That sent her. She clung to me savagely while spasms raced through her, riding my thigh like a rocking horse. With every spasm she gave a deep-throated growl. When it was over she clung to me with her heart hammering and it was minutes before she could talk. "I don't know what came over me," she whispered.
"You came all over my thigh. You're sticking to me!"
"It's been such a long time, Mike. My husband neglects me."
When a woman has an orgasm with a man, their relationship changes dramatically. "I love you coming," I said.
Her hand snaked between us, snapped open my trouser button and zipped down the fly. "Get comfortable, Mike," she said, pulling down my pants.
I lay beside her. We were both gloriously naked. She held my prick with both hands and rubbed its sticky knob into her navel while I bathed my fingers in her sticky pussy.
"You don't mind me being sexy, Mike? You don't think I'm too demanding? I love to be played with, like this. Do that two or three times and I'm really in the mood."
I moved around to get at her better. I lay on my back with one thigh drawn up. She lay with her bottom against the inside of my thigh with my prick standing up against her belly. When she splayed her legs apart I could get right into her. Her red-haired pelvis was a mound of hard bone. My fingers rustled through the springy hairs, curved over the bone and squished into hot, mushy crotch. She sighed deliciously, gripped my prick convulsively and abandoned herself up to me.
She wasn't hard to please. She was a glutton for orgasms and didn't need to be titillated. It was enough to shove four fingers into her clinging mush and strum briskly. All of her pussy was highly responsive. She climaxed every few minutes and then widened her thighs instead of clamping them tight, so I'd carry on rubbing her up into her next orgasm. No wonder her husband got sloshed! She was a man-killer. She needed a machine, not a husband. When she'd had half-a-dozen climaxes my fingers were tired. But when I eased down my strumming she gave a despairing wail that broke my heart. I shifted around adroitly and got my thigh rammed up high in between her legs. Our bellies ground together and her wet pussy-lips were splayed apart over ray thigh. I drove it up hard into her crotch while she bore down. It gave my fingers a rest while she tossed herself off half-a-dozen times on my thigh. That took the edge off her appetite. She clung to me with my prick crushed against her belly while she took a breather. Her crotch was scalding hot and my thigh so wet she rode up and down like it was a greasy pole. "I'm a sensuous beast, Mike," she whispered.
"A lovely beast."
"You've got me in the mood! It'd be lovely if you kissed me!"
I swiveled around until her soft belly melted against my chest and her red curlies tickled my chin. Her wide-flung thighs opened up her pussy like a deep cleft. I licked around, tonguing up juice and she had an instant orgasm. But she handled my prick delicately, cushioning it between her breasts and giving only an occasional, lingering lick across its knob to keep it simmering. She was scared I'd get tired before she'd been satisfied. But sucking her was a pleasure because it was so easy. Merely running my tongue along her crevice made her climax. Licking around her love-lips made her come, sucking one love-lip into my mouth and nibbling it gently gave her an orgasm. She kept going off like a firecracker, one orgasm blending into the next, her loins pistoning gently and rubbing her hot crotch into my mouth. She became as wet as a rainy day. Her thighs swam in drool and my cheeks ran with goo. I'd licked her off a dozen times before her fingers gently intervened between her pussy and my mouth. "Shall we have a little rest, darling?" she said huskily.
I slid up alongside her and she snuggled into my arms. "You make me feel so lovely, Mike."
"You are lovely," I said dutifully.
"Make love to me, Mike," she panted. "Like a true lover!" She gave my prick a quick rub-up, pushed its knob down into her groin and rolled over on her back. I kneeled between her parted legs while she circled my knob around inside her crevice, frictioning nicely and bearing down until my knob rested squarely upon her vagina dimple. "Come into me slowly," she panted. "I love feeling you enter."