"Is it?"
"I guess so. It feels so strange. I feel strange."
"How do you feel?" I asked. "Nervous, I guess."
"Excited?"
"A little."
"Just a little?"
"It's hard to tell. More than a little, I guess."
"Good. I'm excited, too."
All the while we were speaking, her eyes were down, and she was looking at her coffee. At my admission, she looked up and studied my face for the first time. Our eyes met, and I felt a flicker of passion lick through my crotch.
"You know you're very pretty," I told her again. I remembered our telephone conversation when I asked her whether she was attractive. Her hesitation then had made me feel that point might be used as a lever.
"Thank you," Gail said. Her face colored slightly, and I could tell my compliment had caught her off-guard.
"I don't know why you hesitated last week, when I asked whether you were attractive," I said, continuing to apply my leverage.
"I always used to think I was but… I don't know. I guess being married for so long has something to do with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Not going out on dates any more, or meeting any men, I guess. You get to wonder about yourself."
"Don't wonder," I told her. "I'm looking forward to making love to you."
"Oh," she said softly.
Her face colored again, and it was almost as though she had forgotten my reason for having been there. I could see the thought register in her eyes, and her face flushed again, remembering. It was more than self-consciousness that was making her color now: it was passion.
"Oh," she said a second time.
"Would you like to see the… rest of the rooms?" she asked.
I smiled and nodded to her.
She put her cup back into the saucer, and it rattled. She rose quietly, smiled self-consciously at me, and turned towards the bedroom. I followed closely behind.
We were just into the bedroom when I caught up to her. She had her back to me still, and I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me. Her body went limp, and I felt her soft warmth crush up against me. Her head tilted to the side, and her hair slowly slid across her neck, baring it for me.
I bent against her and nuzzled my face against her naked neck. I opened my mouth and put my lips onto her flesh. I moved my open mouth against her neck, licking at her with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her neck, trailing it up to her ear. I began to dab at her ear and I felt her shuddering against me.
"Jesus!" she said softly.
I moved my hands upward from her waist, where I had encircled her. I placed my palms against her stomach and began sliding them upward towards her breasts. The material of her robe felt cool and silken under my open hands, and the flesh beneath the robe, soft and warm. I slid my hands up, over her breasts, grasped them in my hands.
"Christ!" she said, shuddering again with the contact. I could feel a tenseness weaving through the limpness of her body, a growing pressure. She was beginning to return the press of my body, moving slowly, gently against me.
Her breasts were small but firm. Through the material of the bathrobe I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel the fleeting firmness of the flesh, crushed against my squeezing fingers, cushioned by the matted material of the robe. Her nipples came to sudden life, and I could feel their pert stiffness as I rubbed my hands back and across her breasts.
I began to pump my ass in and out against the swell of her backside. I could feel my hard-on growing and pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She was beginning to rotate her hips, grinding herself against me.
My tongue pushed in and out of her ear, licking wetly, and I humped her ass through the material of her robe. I was aware of the perfume of her body, mixing lightly with the odor of sex, and I continued to knead her breasts with both my hands. My hands cupped each tit, lifting them, pulling them, playing with the nipple through the robe.
I began to open the buttons of her robe. First the middle ones so that I could slide my hand through the slit and touch her beneath the robe. The button loosened, and the robe fell away. I slid my hand into the warmth beneath, hearing the sudden suck of air she made at the contact.
She was wearing something starchy and stiff under the robe. Probably a night gown. Something frilly and feminine, like her robe. Nothing too sexy, but suggestive.
I touched her left tit. It was like a small, firm apple under my hand. I squeezed it, and she moaned. I began to play with it, holding it, squeezing it, pinching the nipple, and she began to react.
She crushed her body against my cock. She bent her ass backwards, arching her back so that the soft cheeks of her ass were tightly pressed against me. She moved herself up and down, then around, moving slowly, sensuously, savoring the forbidden lusting pleasure that my body was awakening in her.
"Turn around," I whispered in her ear.
She obeyed, spinning around slowly, crushing her softness against the hard parts of my body as she moved. Her mouth was open when I tried to kiss her, and her tongue licked against my lips until I opened my mouth to swallow her. Her tongue lashed against me furiously, and I could feel her teeth pressed against my mouth.
My hands moved upward and I opened the rest of the buttons. I slipped the robe down her arms, and it fell into a noiseless puddle at our feet. My hands moved up and down her body, sliding up from her waist to touch her breasts.
I was between her legs now, and she opened them to accommodate my hardness. I slid my cock between her legs, pushing the material of her night gown back up into the mound of her cunt. I rubbed myself up and down the length of her cunt, feeling my cock scrape against the material which imprisoned both our bodies. I played with her tits and humped myself between her legs while our tongues tasted each others' hot, wet mouths.
I began to pull the night gown up, slowly revealing her naked body beneath. Her flesh was cool and hot, soft and hard, and my greedy hands ran across it with insatiable haste. I touched her naked breast and she moaned. I slid my hand across her stomach and touched her cunt and I felt her legs bend and go weak.
"Touch me there," she told me. "Between my legs."
I put my hand where my cock was, slipping it between our bodies, and I touched her cunt. It was wet, unbelievably wet. My hand touched her mound, her hair, her cunt lips. I slid my hand down and around, over the edge of her body, rubbing her cunt, slipping my fingers between the lips of her pussy.
"That's it!" she hissed. "Oh, Godfuck! Touch it! Touch it!"
I pushed apart the lips of her cunt and pushed my finger up inside of her. Her cunt felt wet, hot. Her insides were on fire, and I rotated my stiff finger inside her body, stirring her as I might still soup or pudding that was about to boil over. I was whipping her cunt into a frenzied fire, twirling my impaled finger around and around in her cunt.
Her legs were trembling and she began to hump herself up and down upon my finger. I could feel the swell of her ass against the back of my hand as she lifted her own body up and plunged it down, fucking herself with my finger.
"Touch my cock," I told her.
"Yes… yes!" she answered.
She put her hand down between my legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed her hand against its sides, moving her fingers up from the base, pulling at it through the material of my pants.
"Squeeze it," I told her.
She did, and I could feel the blood moving down the shaft as her fingers tightened around it. She squeezed it again, and continued to run her hands up and down, banging herself with her own hand as she moved her cunt up and down upon my finger.
"Take it out!" she said.
"You take it out," I answered.
"OH GOD! Yes!" she said. Her mouth was open and the words rolled out, mingled against my tongue, smothering themselves in the cavern of my mouth.