At the Old Barn on Stone Bridge Lane in the village of Oakvale-On-Roe, 55-year-old retired
architect Matt Wiseman and former colleague and friend Alisha Beckwith,
fifteen-years his junior, slept entwined in each other’s arms after finally
consummating their 20-year lust.
When
Matt woke up, he became instantly aware of two things, firstly that the earlier
spring sunshine had been replaced by sleety rain spattering on the window and
secondly that someone was sucking on his cock.
Suddenly
he was wide awake and realised it was Alisha that was performing the very
delicious act on him, this was confirmed when his eyes focused on the caramel
coloured buttock and the hairless pussy only inches away so he probed her
creamy wetness with his fingers and his touch elicited moans of pleasure as she
slurped on his shaft.
After a few minutes of fingering he coerced and cajoled her to clamber onto his
chest which she achieved without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member
to settle her pussy on his face.
He
kissed and nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp.
“This is on my bucket list” he said and tasted her juicy nectar.
Alisha came quickly with her fanny farting in hoarse whispers and then she
could wait no longer and clambered off him and Matt admired her body as she
climbed off him, especially her incredible tits, that he had coveted for so
many years and then she impaled her eager nonny on his waiting shaft and began
pumping on it like a piston.
He
watched her tits jiggle uncontrollably as she pumped on him and as she neared Shangri-La she was tiring and rested her head on his chest.
“None of that” he said listing her head “I want to see your
face when you cum”
She
smiled weakly and reach up and grabbed the headboard with both hands and
staring at him intently, she bucked and thrashed wildly, moaning like an animal
as she rode on him like until she screamed in orgasm and then collapsed on his
chest.
As
he lay there beneath her panting carcass his cock was still deep inside her and
after he twitched involuntarily, she opened one eye and asked.
“Are
you still hard?”
“Yes,
I didn’t cum yet” he replied and kissed the top of her head
“Do
you want me to finish you off honey?” she asked lifting her head
“Oh
no” he replied and rolled her onto her back with his cock still inside her
“I
want to finish inside you again”
It
was a short congress as a deep throated kiss would have made her cum at that
point and he was already on the brink when she collapsed on him
So,
when he fucked her to their mutual conclusion and he exploded inside her
quivering quim her cunny spasmed and she screamed.
As
they lay entwinned in the afterglow his arm around her and Alisha’s head on his
chest she smiled and said
“Nothing
else on my bucket list will get even close to this”
“I’m
glad” he said and kissed her head, but then her smile faded and she said
“But
you know we can’t do this again”
“I
know” he replied sadly then after a few minutes of silence he asked
“What
time do you have to go?”
Alisha
looked at her phone and replied
“I’ve
got plenty of time for some more cuddling and a shower”
“Why
don’t we shower together to save time” he suggested
“I’m
not sure about your logic” she giggled “but it might be nice”
“I
can help you wash” he added
“Yes,
and I know what bits of me you’ll be washing most thoroughly” Alisha said
As
Alisha suspected, the two of them showering together wasn’t a time saver as
they lasted about two minutes before cleanliness gave way to lust and Alisha
decided to clean his cock with her mouth and Cunnilingus followed fellatio
before they made love for the third time that day against the tiled walls of
the cubicle.
Their
bathroom antics meant that Alisha was in danger of being late to pick up her
son, so she frantically raced around finding her discarded clothes and Matt sat
on the bed as she quickly pulled up her pink drawers, which he thought were
much sexier now than before
“Very
nice” he said
“That’s
not what you said earlier” she retorted with a crooked smile
“I
hadn’t been introduced to their contents at the time” he said
and
then he watched her pull her jeggings up.
Alisha
sat beside him on the bed and put her socks and boots on and he stared at her
swing tits
“Anything
I can assist you with”
“No”
she barked
“I’m
just trying to be helpful” he said innocently
“It’s
your helpfulness that made me late” she retorted “I can’t risk anymore “help”,
no matter how nice it might be”
She
gave him a quick kiss and picked up her sweater and shook it
“Oh
God, where’s my bra gone?”
“You
took it off downstairs when you were seducing me” he replied
“Oh
yes I remember” she said and rushed downstairs and he followed on behind
“And
it wasn’t much of a seduction I just had to show you my bra and you were mine
to command”
When
she was fully dressed for the outdoors, they shared a long lingering goodbye
kiss by the front door and parted without speaking.
Despite
Alisha’s statement that it couldn’t happen again, they did do it again on the
evening of his wife Connie’s funeral when she appeared on his doorstep in her
funerial attire with the full silk regalia beneath her black dress.
They
continued to see each other periodically over the following few years, more
frequently after she and Louis divorced but it wasn’t until her Son Danny
joined the army, when he was eighteen, that they became a proper couple.
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