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By Ann Douglas
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Part Three
“This is probably cheating,” Christine
thought to herself as she slid his cock in and out
of her mouth. “Like any man is going to say no
once you have him by the cock.”
As it turned out, Jim didn’t have time to
decide anything. He’s been pretty close to climax
before Christine had unexpectedly returned and
the hot embrace of her mouth instantly brought
him back to that point. It didn’t take a dozen
strokes before he exploded in her mouth.
“Mmmm” Christine murmured as she felt
his salty whiteness splash first against the back of
her mouth, and then down her throat.
“Oh God!” Jim gasped in unison as he felt
the energy drain out of him.
It was over in less than a minute. Jim just
sat there, enjoying the aftereffects of his climax.
That had definitely been better than jerking off to
the picture he thought. Christine as well was
enjoying the taste and feel of their transient
encounter. It was only the second cock she’d
ever had in her mouth.
“I guess that was a little unfair of me.”
she said as she got up and dropped back into the
chair.
“No, not at all.” Jim replied, unsure
exactly how you could complain about a woman
giving you, however brief, a blowjob.
“I’ll understand if you want to leave now.”
Christine continued in the same contrite tone.
“Let’s just forget about going through Ron’s
things.”
“No, it’s okay.” Jim quickly answered.
“In fact I was about to say that I’d be really happy
to.. I mean I’d like to...what I mean is....”
“That you’d like to stay and fuck me.”
Christine said, finishing his sentence for him.
“Yes.” Jim nodded, just a little
embarrassed.
“Well, I think that if you really want to do
something like that, then you really should be able
to say the words.” Christine said, sure now that
no matter what she did he was hers.
“I’d like to fuck you!” he called out in a
loud voice.
“That’s better,” Christine laughed. “And
I’d like to fuck you too.” she added with a smile.
So why don’t you clean yourself up a little and
then we’ll move upstairs where we’ll be more
comfortable.
As Jim followed Christine up the wrought
iron circular staircase, he couldn’t help but get a
really good look at the outline of her ass. The
thought that he was about to get an even more
revealing look at it was almost more than he
comprehend.
“Things like this don’t happen in real life.”
he told himself silently as they reached the second
floor. Then he answered himself that obviously
they did, seeing that only a few minutes ago his
cock had been in Christine’s mouth.
Christine took his hand in hers and led him
into the guest bedroom. Her hand felt so soft and
warm in his. She unexpectedly turned around and
kissed him. A soft and tender kiss, just enough to
show some of the desire within her.
“Why don’t you sit on the bed and make
yourself comfortable.” She whispered into his ear.
“I’m just going to change into something a little
more appropriate.”
If he had any hesitation about what she
meant by making himself comfortable, the long
slow passage of her outstretched palm across his
crotch quickly dispelled it. With another broad
smile, she turned and headed across the hall to the
master bedroom, leaving the scent of her perfume
to warm him.
Jim quickly removed his clothes and laid
them on a nearby chair. He stretched out on the
large bed, gently stroking a cock that was already
hard again. If he measured the passage of time by
the beats of his heart, it seemed like a long time
had passed since Christine went to change. In
reality, the clock on the dresser had only recorded
five brief minutes.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too
long?” Christine said from the doorway.
“Fuck!” Jim exclaimed as he turned to
look at her. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean ...”
“That’s okay,” the older woman smiled as
she entered the room. “I’ll just take that as a
compliment. I was afraid this was going a little
overboard.”
For a few moments while he was waiting,
Jim had wondered what Christine was changing
into. The possibility that it might be her scout
uniform brought back a half dozen youthful
fantasies. He’d heard that some women were into
things like that.
What she had changed into, could in no
way ever be mistaken for anything you’d find in
the Scout’s Uniform Catalogue. Jim had seen a
few outfits like the one Christine was wearing in
Playboy pictorials, but knew few women who
could really get away wearing anything like it.
Much less anyone her age.
It was fire engine red, a color that looked
incredibly erotic against her light skin. A strapless
lace bustier was the centerpiece of the ensemble,
highlighting a still impressive bust. His eyes
moved downward, from the matching g-string to
the equally red garters and stockings. Draped
around her bare shoulders was a short sheer robe
that highlighted more than hid the skin beneath it.
Pleased with Jim’s reaction, Christine
moved to the side of the bed. She slid the short
robe from her shoulders and draped it across Jim’s
neck. With a gentle tug, she pulled back on it,
drawing Jim close to her. Replacing the robe with
her hands, she guided his face to between her
lace-covered breasts.
The sweet perfume that he had gotten a
brief sample of before now filled his nostrils,
mixed with her own natural scents. Buried in the
warmth of her skin, Jim could only describe his
situation as heaven.
Holding his head tight against her mounds,
Christine gently stroked the hair on the top and
back of his head, planting a few kisses as she
went.
Jim’s hands had begun an exploration of
their own. Starting at the soft bare skin of her
shoulders, down across the thin bustier and finally
coming to the almost non-existent g-string. Her
asscheeks were soft and warm as his fingers
moved across them, sliding under the small lace
straps. To his surprise, the loose knot holding it
in place opened at his touch.
Moving his hand further down between
her legs, it came to rest on a tightly cropped and
very saturated mound. The caress sent a shiver
through both of them.
“Oh yes,” Christine purred as she felt his
fingers. “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched
there.”
Encouraged, Jim pressed a little harder and
felt his fingers enter her. Listening to the rise and
fall of her breaths, he began to slowly slide them
in and out. The faster he moved, the faster her
breaths came.
They held each other tightly for a few
more moments as the rapid movement of Jim’s
hand brought the expected result. It was a small
orgasm, the equivalent of Jim’s in the study
below. It put them on an equal footing, and paved
the way for whatever was to come.
After her little delight, Christine finally
released Jim and stretched one of her legs out
across the bed. She reached out and slowly undid
the snaps of her garters. Slowly, knowing his eyes
were locked on her, she slid her lace topped
stocking down her leg. An action repeated on its
twin. As they each fell to the floor, she ran her
long slender fingers up and down the now bare
legs, right up to her now equally exposed sex.
Jim watched silently, unwilling to break
the mood with words. Never is his young life had
he felt so aroused. He was afraid to move
thinking that even the slightest brush of his cock
against the soft sheets would leave his seed
scattered all over them.
Now only the bustier remained and
Christine’s nimble fingers quickly undid the hooks
and loops that held it together. Once they fell
free, she held the front of the garment in place
with one hand, watching the anticipation in her
paramour’s eyes. A few breaths later she released
it and it followed the rest of her outfit to the hard
wood floor.
“Well..?” she asked as she held her hands
under her pert breasts. “I hope you’re not too
disappointed? Not exactly like in those old
pictures, us it?”
She was right in that respect, Jim realized.
She wasn’t the young girl in the magazine. That
woman was thirty years in the past. Yet she was a
very attractive woman in a very different way. It
occurred to him that there were literally thousands
of contemporaries as beautiful as the 21 year old
Christine Kimball, but few as attractive as the 52
year old Christine Burke. It surprised him to
realize that given the choice, he would pick the
older version. In reply to her question, he told her
just that.
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