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He, holding up both hands, feigning innocence, "It was all her idea, honest. I had nothing to do with it. How could I even know she had an eligible friend?"
Lucy, in mock surprise, "You would sell her out just to get my number? Is it that important to you?"
Now it was his turn to pretend to mull things over. "Ummm.....yes, I guess I would." She gladly gave him her number.
Though she was not entirely ready to jump back into the dating scene, she had thought about him since their first meeting. She wondered about all the places he'd been. She wondered about all the women he'd slept with. He probably had women left and right chasing him. But most of all she wondered about how it would feel to have his strong hands (or any man's, for that matter) on her, or how it would feel to have him laying on top of her, kissing her face with his full lips. It was during these times of fantasizing that she would sit on her plush, bedroom carpet facing her full-length mirror. She would spread her legs wide and massage her yearning clit right through her jeans or whatever pants she happened to have on at the time. She'd throw her head back and really get into it. She would go at it until she was nice and wet. However, she always stopped short of making herself cum. Part of her didn't know exactly how to get herself to that point (she'd only had a handful of orgasms in her experience, all quite by accident), while another part of her wanted to save that special moment for the real thing.
Since that initial meeting, he'd invited her out on several occasions.
"Lucy, I really enjoyed talking and sharing with you, and would like to see you again. Would you like to attend a wedding with me? A week from Saturday? It's for one of my army buddies who's finally getting married. I guess I?m asking you to be my date." He waited hopefully.
"Oh Steve, I'm so sorry, I can't," Lucy said. "I have a rotary club meeting that afternoon." Which she didn't.
"I see," Steve replied. She sounded apologetic enough, but her response was too glib. Momentary pause, then "Well, another time maybe?" he said, forcing himself to sound upbeat.
"Sure...and thank you for the invite, really," she said, trying to let him down gently.
That was two-and-a-half months ago. For a while, Steve thought that that "other time" was never going to happen. There was always a convenient yet plausible excuse. She was going to Honolulu International Airport to pick up her mother. (That was a lie, her mother hated to fly.) She and her separated husband were having dinner with old friends and wanted to put on a good appearance (another lie). Leonora invited her to tag along to a baby shower for one of her hospital co-workers. (Semi-true: that event actually happened but it wasn't at the time of their projected rendezvous.)
Then one day, she said yes. He had called her as he always did on Friday evening to find out how her week went. It was nearing the end of the conversation. He was about to wish her a pleasant night and hang up, when he threw out an invitation to her out of habit.
"Hey Lucy, you wouldn't happen to be doing anything tomorrow evening? We could catch the air show at Dillingham Air field."
"Okay," she said.
Steve nearly fell off the chair he was sitting on. He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "I beg your pardon?"
"I said, yes, that would be lovely," Lucy repeated, politely enough. Inwardly, she was laughing to herself. The boy must be in shock, she thought.
"Yeah, right, good enough.....I mean, I'll pick you up at-let's see-4? How does 4 sound? Pm, I mean." He'd momentarily been thrown for a loop. Later, when he'd hung up he got the distinct feeling she had been mocking him.
The air show was a blast, literally and figuratively. Once again, he could sense the chemistry and attraction between them: the same chemistry and attraction he'd felt at their first meeting, the only other time they'd talked face to face. Steve couldn't help staring at her smooth, golden-brown, legs protruding from the end of her mid-length skirt. He imagined himself between them, with the inside of each thigh pressed closely against one side of his head. He also imagined a face-full of her muff.
Now here he was, two hours later, right where he had hoped he'd be. He inserted his tongue in and out of her vagina in an even and repetitive stroking motion. He tongue-fucked her like he'd never done to any other woman before. Her syrupy cunt juices on his tongue were like sweet nectar.
________________________________________________________________________ He tugged her panties from her gloriously supple buttocks, all the way down past her thighs, knees, and calves to her ankles. Lucy, taking the hint, stepped out of her cotton briefs. Steve stood up from his squat position, impatiently but gently grabbing for her left hand. He pulled her up from her bent-over position and pulled her close to him. He dropped his mouth hungrily on hers, letting her sample the delicacies of her own essence. While kissing her, Steve ran his hands up the back of her thighs, and let his palms rest heavily on her buttocks. For a middle-aged woman, Lucy's bottom was nice and toned. He suspected she did a lot of walking on the island.
Lucy didn't know what was coming over her. There was his mouth locked down on hers, enveloping her in a torrent of passion. She suddenly felt very bold and aggressive. She wanted to tear this man's clothes from his rock-solid body. As Lucy began to undo the buttons of his floral shirt, he back-pedaled towards the bed with her in tow, all the while remaining lip-locked. In a flash, he had removed his own pants and boxers and let them fall to the floor. Casually laying her down on the bed covers, he proceeded to hike her skirt over her head and take off her blouse. Even in her ardor she was keenly aware that her bra did not match her discarded panties.
He bent over her as she lay on her back, and begin to lick and softly suck on her exposed belly. As he moved his mouth up her body and toward her breasts, he passed the fingertips of one hand over both areolae and both nipples. He flicked his tongue in the valley between her breasts, while cupping the outside of each breast with one hand. Pressing her tits from the outside, he rubbed the inside of each one against the closest side of his face. Presently, he was suckling on her round mounds and light-chocolate-colored areolae. He had a particular fetish for the areolae of darker-complexioned Asian women.
He propped her bottom up with a pillow. He guided the head of his penis to the entrance of her vagina. He didn't enter her just yet; he rubbed the head along her pussy lips. After a minute or two of this, Lucy wanted to scream at him to put it in. As if he could sense her anticipation, he finally inserted his penis a quarter of the way into her, very slowly. Pulling out just as slowly, he then entered her halfway. He continued his pattern of entering her by quarters and then withdrawing almost completely, until he had entered her all the way. Maintaining a slow rhythm, he alternated his thrusts with almost complete withdrawal.
While keeping up his rhythmic thrusts, he cottoned onto her right leg. He licked her from the back of her calf to her heel, ending with a kiss on the back of her foot. Steve sucked on her big toe. All the while, he never broke from his languid pace.
Lucy, in a fit of passion and also out of sheer habit, turned her head from side to side. Picking up the pace slightly, he bent down to kiss her behind the ear and on her gracefully exposed neck. Her fragrance was quite heady. He kissed her on the cheek. He kissed her full on her perfectly formed lips, while running his hand through her luxurious hair.
The frenzied way she whipped her head from side to side was getting to him. She had some of the most beautiful cum faces he'd ever seen. She was either a good actress or was thoroughly enjoying herself. It was probably a little of both, he reasoned. He loved seeing her breasts, with those light-chocolate-colored areolae, bouncing up and down in unison on her chest. Even more, he longed to borough his face in her hair between her shoulder blades; to see the dip and curvature of her strong spine; to see the pool of sweat collect in the small of her back; to see and feel the top of her backside slapping against his groin. Almost every aspect of the female form drove him wild. He couldn't wait to enter her from behind.
Up until now, Lucy had only experienced sex with one man (she was a virgin when she got married). Efrin had been a little on the short side in terms of size. It was difficult for her to grasp the fact that she was making love to this man who was not her husband. This tall dark hunk of a man with his bigger than average member that seemed to be filling her petite body from the inside. Part of her was apprehensive of what he was doing to her tight, pert little vagina. Another part of her couldn't care less; on the contrary, that other part of her wanted to be fucked faster than she?d ever been fucked before, to be fucked downright better than she'd ever been fucked before. She wanted his precious cock to fill her up over and over again. She wanted to be stretched, both physically and mentally. She wanted to do crazy things with and to this man. Things she'd never dreamed of, much less done before.