I emerged from the
bathroom just in time to see Marilyn, wearing a little black dress and walking sexily
through a freshly atomized cloud of perfume.
And with the final
touches applied to her makeup she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete
and utter, and more to the point, shamelessly undisguised lust.
In fact, I thought
she looked so wanton that I wondered if we would make it to the restaurant at
all.
As we walked
through reception, I am not ashamed to admit I felt exceeding proud to have
such a beautiful girl on my arm.
I counted my
blessing every day and thanked God for placing her in my life.
So just before we
entered the restaurant, I turned to her and said
“I love you Miss Kane”
Marilyn smiled and
kissed me.
“I love you too”
she responded “old man”
“Old man?” I
exclaimed as I watched her walk ahead of me.
“Come on, keep up
granddad” she called.
She was referring
to the fact that I had turned 30 that day, which was why we were staying in the
bridal suite in a luxury hotel, and she was only 23.
We were seated in
the conservatory section of the restaurant and it was a little cool, so I asked
the waiter to close the skylight as Marilyn had goose bumps on her arms and her
temperature gauges had activated.
The waiter duly
obliged with regard to the skylight and as he walked away Marilyn asked
“Are you staring
at my nipples?”
“Of course,” I
replied
“Well, that’s
alright then” she said so I continued staring
“You didn’t bother
with a bra then” I said stating the obvious, because her pert breasts were
perfectly defined
“Are you
complaining?” Marilyn asked
“Not at all, less
for me to take off later” I replied
“Don’t assume
you’re getting lucky just because it’s your birthday” she said aloofly
“So, what was that
lustful leer you were giving me earlier?” I asked
“Indigestion” she
replied
“You’ll soon
change your tune once I get my hand inside your knickers” I told her
“No chance of
that” she said very definitely and blushed crimson red.
So, I put my hand
on her knee and moved my hand up under her skirt and beyond her stocking top to
her knickerless nonny.
She was looking
very pleased with herself, so I pulled one of her pubes and made her yelp.
“The last time you
went out without any knickers on you were in bed for three days” I reminded her
“That’s a result I
would settle for this time,” she confessed
On the occasion
that led to her being confined to bed was as a result of walking through the
village wearing much the same as she was that night to wish me a happy New
Year, the problem was that it was half past midnight, and it was minus 5.
Luckily at that
moment the starters arrived, and it was so delicious that my thoughts were
completely distracted from Marilyn’s freshly laundered and unfettered fanny.
It was only when
we were sipping our coffee that the lascivious leer returned to her innocent
face and a trouser tickle to my pants.
This tickle grew
as I remembered that the founder of the feast seated next to me was “sans
pants”.
I put my hand back
on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart.
Then my hand crept
along her thigh, dwelling momentarily on the lacy fringe before proceeding
along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh and ultimately the luscious moist
jewel of her young pussy.
Her lips were
already open and very accommodating to my approaching fingers, which slipped
along her slippery crease and entered her easily which prompted her to instantly
close her legs.
“Upstairs now” she
ordered “sign the bill and get upstairs you dirty old man”
“Yes miss” I said
feigning a tug of my forelock
My cock was ready
to burst out of my trousers and I was going to leave the restaurant with a very
awkward gait, which would give the appearance to the untrained eye of an old
man walking.
The throbbing in
my trousers was now accompanied by an ache dwelling deep in my balls.
We left the
restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly,
and Marilyn was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down.
Her thighs were together,
and her buttocks appeared clenched.
We said goodnight
to the reception staff and once out of sight Georgie charged up the stairs
taking them two steps at a time.
I went off after
her in similar vein and caught up with her on the first-floor landing.
I pushed her up
against the wall and kissed her,
Then I hitched up
her dress and my hand went straight to her fluffy brown bush.
“I like your new
habit of not wearing any drawers,” I said
“It saves me
having to yank them down around your ankles”
“I knew you’d like
it you dirty old man” she said wickedly
I pushed two
fingers into her tight wet cunny and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and she
let out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her
arms tightly around my neck and raised one leg off the ground.
There was the
sound of voices below and in an instant she had extricated herself and was away
up the stairs.
“You’ll have to
catch me if you want more” she called over her shoulder.
The swelling in my
trousers was not making movement any easier and Marilyn had a head start on me.
But on the next
flight of stairs, she paused to remove her shoes and I managed to grab one of
her stocking clad ankles.
Marilyn was
giggling as she tried to wriggle free, but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried
to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing
her about the waist with my left arm.
Meanwhile my right
hand returned up her dress and fingered her pussy once more and she squealed
with delight as I frigged her.
After a minute of
this I yanked her dress up and exposed her round white buttocks, this gave me a
great view of the object of my attention and I felt the sudden need to drink of
her hot juice.
But as soon as my
lips touched hers and before my tongue could taste her hot cunny juice she
managed to wriggle away, and I could only watch on as she scampered up the
stairs.
When she reached
the top stair, she sat there triumphantly with the dress still rucked up around
her middle.
“Come on then,
birthday boy” she said taunting me by opening and closing her legs and as Marilyn
spread her legs wide, I could see her juicy moist lips and then she slipped her
finger down her crack.
Marilyn stood up
holding her shoes in one hand and still fingering herself with the other,
before she headed towards the bridal suite.
She was stood
leaning against the door waiting for me and as I got close, she took the room
key card from her stocking top and opened the door.
Giggling and
squealing as she did so, inside the room she dropped her shoes and jumped onto
the four-poster bed.
I rushed into the
room and closed the door behind me and found Marilyn was kneeling on the bed
with her back to me.
I kicked off my
shoes and undid my trousers and by the time I reached the end of the bed I was
naked except for my socks, which under normal circumstances I would have
removed as well but my balls were fit to bust.
Marilyn was
kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on
to the bedpost with both hands.
She giggled as I
unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders so my hands could play with
her beautiful pert breasts.
“Aren’t you going
to make the old man some hot chocolate?” I asked as I stood there my legs
trembling
“Just fuck me,”
she ordered “this is your birthday treat”
“Happy birthday to
me” I said as my cock slipped effortlessly into her tight cunny.
Marilyn exhaled a
low animal grunt as I went into her up to my balls.
My hands abandoned
her tits and grasped onto her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed
post as she pushed down onto me as she grunted ever louder with each successive
penetration.
With the length of
stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal.
Until Marilyn’s
whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and my cock pulsed
and twitched inside her.
Then we collapsed
onto the bed where we lay in a panting heap
Until Marilyn
wriggled herself out of her dress and went down on me,
“And many happy
returns” I said
