IF PARADISE WAS HALF AS NICE. . . . . . . . . .
The flat was how she described it; ground floor, corner of the road. I knew it was the one because of the laurel bush right outside the window. I parked the car quietly about thirty yards away. Or should that now be metres? I wish they would make up their minds. But I'm old-fashioned in some respects so we'll keep it at yards. I checked my watch - nearly eleven o'clock. She said he'd be gone by eleven and definitely wouldn't be back until four. Plenty of time for what we'd arranged. I trained my eyes on the door out of the block. Not long now, surely.
Suddenly I spotted the door opening. A figure left the building and strode purposefully along the road towards the bus stop. He was quite short: five five, maybe six. Greying hair, thinning on top. Bit of a stomach. This must be him. He glanced briefly over to me as he walked; how little did he know what I was up to. I didn't stare back just in case he wondered what I was doing. She'd said the bus was normally on time and should arrive by eleven-oh-five. I prayed it would hurry up; I couldn't wait much longer. This day had taken much planning and I didn't want anything to delay it. Then I saw it, edging up the hill towards me. I almost cheered.
I waited until the bus had disappeared into the distance and sat for another ten minutes before climbing from the car. She'd said fifteen minutes to get herself ready, but it was going to take another five to make it down to the block and find out which was the interior door to their flat. It didn't take me long as I strode along the empty pavement; number two was on the left behind the stairs. I was as nervous as hell. Butterflies were chasing each other around my stomach. I tapped lightly on the door with my knuckles. I could feel my clenched hand trembling slightly. She must have been literally waiting in the hallway; the resonance of my tapping had hardly drifted away into the morning air before the door opened. She stood there, peering through a narrow gap, looking as petrified as I felt.
Craig?'
Nancy?'
Her smile broke through at last, transforming the seriousness of her face and bringing light to those glorious grey eyes.
Come in' she said.
I followed her into the narrow hall and she closed the door behind me. I could see her properly now. Reddish-brown hair tumbled on to her shoulders. Marginally above average height, she had amplified it by wearing heeled shoes. I could see why; the turquoise dressing gown she'd had wrapped around herself was now hanging half-open, revealing that she was wearing nothing but white lacy pants with a matching suspender belt complemented by dark stockings. I could feel myself stirring by just gazing at her.
Do you like them?' she asked coyly.
Three guesses' I smiled.
I'm not going to bore you with the rest of the chit-chat that ensued during the next few minutes as we quickly sipped cups of coffee as we sat there at the kitchen table, relieving us from the immediate pressure of the encounter. The next scene saw us inside her bedroom, lying stretched out on the double bed. What the room looked like I have no idea; my eyes were only for her. Okay, the duvet was cream with a brown stripe at the bottom, and she hadn't drawn the curtains in case it puzzled the neighbours, but that's all I did notice. We'd acted out this scenario in the fantasies we'd shared during the previous few weeks, but now the undress rehearsal was behind us and we were into the first night. Let's hope it wasn't to be the last.
I'd stripped out of my clothes in double quick time, but she was still as I had found her, minus the dressing gown. She'd told me in her emails how worried she'd been about showing me her body, concerned that the little extra weight she was carrying would put me off. How wrong she was. I didn't want a stick insect; I wanted a warm and sexy woman and there was no doubt about her credentials in that respect.
Initially we didn't touch; we merely lay and feasted our eyes on each other. Her gaze kept slipping to my penis, rigid and expectant. I had to fight hard not to attempt what I was really desperate to do. Eventually though, I gave in and extended my left hand to cup the heaviness of her right breast, lightly caressing her nipple with my finger and thumb. I could feel it rise to my touch. She moaned softly and stretched like a cat as I ran my finger from her breast, down across her stomach, to the slight bulge in her pants hiding what I hoped was the shaved mound of her pubis. Her legs opened as I traced the delicate cleft through the fabric before pushing her panties to one side and slipping my finger between her labial lips. My excitement knew no limits as I discovered how moist she already was.
Her whispered words lured me on. Kiss me, Craig. Down there.'
I needed no more encouragement. She lifted her buttocks from the bed and I dragged her pants down her legs before throwing them dramatically across the room. They landed, spectacularly accurately, on a cactus plant standing on the window sill. We both laughed at my skill and now the ice across the whole lake was broken.
I slid down the bed until I was facing her beautiful pussy. Carefully I parted the lips with my fingers until I could see the magnificence of her clitoris. Leaning forward I allowed my tongue to slide up and down it, slowly gathering up speed. She writhed beneath me, her cries echoing around the room. I briefly stopped the motion and glanced around the room. The window was closed; thank goodness for that. We didn't want to give the passers-by a treat. I resumed my lapping, holding her hands down as she squirmed from side to side.
Craig, Craig, please tongue-fuck me. Please.'
I'd never really heard that expression before but I knew what she meant. I did as she asked and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. Her cries escalated into a scream. More, more.' My penis was rigid, but it was too early for that. I wanted her to come first. Removing my tongue for a moment, I slid my right index finger into her hot tunnel and curved it back on itself. I found the from wall of her interior pubis and the mysterious and almost mythical G-spot. I pressed it hard. She almost took off from the bed, like a latter-day Regan from The Exorcist.
Oh my God,' she yelled, oh my God'. She shook violently and I pressed even more, and at the same time I reached down and licked her clit again. This time there was no stopping her. Jee-sus Christ, I'm coming. Oh Craig, I'm fucking coming!'. She shuddered three or four times in quick succession and as she did so, I felt the slight gush of liquid from her vagina. I was ecstatic - that response had only happened to me on a few occasions and I wanted to kiss her for letting me witness it. In fact I did - kiss her, that is. As soon as her body had stopped quivering, I hoisted myself up and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her passionately.
We lay for a while, fatigued by our efforts. Out in the street the occasional car drove past. I wondered if the drivers ever wondered what was going on in the houses they passed. Probably not; I never did when I was out driving. Why should I? You don't think of things like that. Driving needs a lot of concentrating. But now I needed to concentrate on her again.
That was gorgeous' I whispered in her ear.
Mmm,' she replied dreamily, wasn't it just.' She sat up suddenly. But now it's your turn.'
She pushed my hands away from her and lowered her head. As she ran her tongue from my chest to my groin, I felt her hand encircle my penis. She quickly found it with her lips as well and I gasped as she pulled the foreskin back and took the head in her mouth. She was an expert. As she milked it with her hand, she sucked on it like a baby, sending shivers of delight up and down. I basked in the exquisite sensation for a while until I could take no more. Stop it now' I told her, I don't want to come yet.'
I climbed on to my hands and knees and motioned her to do the same. I knelt behind her and took my penis in my hand and slowly fed it, inch by insistent inch, into her vagina. I began pumping and she began moaning, softly at first but she became louder and louder. Her cries spurred me on and I drove into her, deeper and deeper with each stroke. But I still wasn't ready. I paused for a while to regain my breath. As I stared down at her, my hands resting on her hips, my fingers toyed with her suspender belt and stocking tops.
What else would you like me to do?' I asked.
I only just caught what she said. Play with my bum.' Her voice was hoarse with excitement. I'd like you to play with my bum.'
My heart pounded against the inside of my chest and I felt my penis twitch as I gathered what she had said. D'you have any KY?'
She nodded towards the bedside table. In the drawer. Under my knickers.'
Without having to pull out, I leaned across and slid the drawer open. I always knew there was a reason for my having long arms! I found the tube and unscrewed it, releasing a small quantity of the viscous liquid on to my forefinger. Parting the cheeks of her bottom, I smeared a little lubrication on to what she called her rosebud'. She'd mentioned that word in her email; again it wasn't a description I was in the habit of using, but it painted a perfect picture of the scene.
I began driving into her again, but more deliberately this time. As I did so, I slid my right index finger gradually into her anus, employing the smeared KY as the facilitator into that most secret of places. She moaned once more as she felt my finger sliding into her, and as I continued to push my penis into her, harder and harder, I could feel its length myself with my finger from the other side of that delicate wall of flesh. This added dimension to our sexual need brought me closer to the edge, but I didn't want it to stop. I paused in mid-thrust.
No, Craig,' She turned to look up at me. No, Craig. Please don't stop. I haven't felt anything like this for ages. Oh God, this is so wonderful.'
I spotted her moving her right hand; she was reaching between her legs and I realised she was playing with herself. What a trio of delights: my penis, my finger, and now her finger. I took up the momentum again, plunging into her with rhythmic efficiency. I slid my finger out from her and gripped the flesh above her hips with both hands, closing my eyes and I drove towards my goal.
I could sense her fingers working harder and harder as she matched my own efforts and I could hear her voice out there somewhere, urging me on. Oh Craig, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.'
Suddenly I was there: the top of the mountain, flag in my hand. I felt the surge as I flooded her, and at that moment she came too - with a cry that seemed to ricochet around every corner of the bedroom.
She collapsed beneath me, almost sobbing. Craig, oh Craig. Oh God, that was beautiful.' I kept my arms around her as she continued to shudder. My arms were shaking too, as if someone had shoved 3,000 volts through them.
We lay in the late morning air, the light streaming through the window, the sun catching the motes of dust as they danced above us. Neither of us spoke. Nothing needed to be said. We were two people to whom the joy of contentment and release had been visited upon us; strangers until recently, basking in the knowledge that life is short and there is a limit to what can be resisted. And this was something that neither of us could, or wanted to, deny ourselves. For a moment we were both wallowing in silent reflection and I hoped she was thinking what I was thinking, that this was the beginning and not the . .
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