My First Time Was with an Older Women part 7

My First Time Was with an Older Women part 7

She surprised me by sliding off the counter in just those white cotton panties, and then suddenly she was right next to me and I could look down and see those wonderful breasts, inches away, and up to her pretty face with her slightly open mouth and unnerving eyes studying my straining cock. She reached out impulsively to cup my balls in her palm for just a moment, making me gasp, and then her hand was once again pulled away.

This time when she got back up on the counter Rose brought her right leg up and hooked her foot around the sink faucet. This brought her panty-covered pubic mound into prominence. Realizing she was about to reveal her cunt to me, my cock seemed to leap in my fist, ready to go off at any moment. Without hesitation her fingers peeled the vee of her panties to one side.

I stared openly at the soft pink mouth of her sex, nestled within its protection of curly hair. Those slick vertical lips appeared to be moist just inside, and probably were. I could clearly see the whole shape of the opening to her vagina.

The shafts of light coming through the kitchen window striped her naked body. She made no sound as she inspected my progress there at the sink.

There was a look of mild anticipation on her face as I beat off in front of her. The hand that was not holding her panties aside left her breasts and traveled downward to idly fluff the hair through which her cunt lips peeked.

My ejaculations started before I was even aware, I was coming. I sprayed as far up as the edge of the kitchen window curtains, as I remember, my mind distracted for just a millisecond with the thought that Rose would have to clean them. I may have hit her foot, too, I do not know. And then the pleasure rushed through me and I was gasping and thrusting, my cream spilling over and over into the sink. I recall that Rose studied my face intently as I jerked my heated flesh like my very life was flowing out of me. And then suddenly she was by my side, again.

"Good, good" she soothed as her left arm went around my waist and her right hand dipped down to my briefs to gently cup my balls again.

I groaned at this warm touch and the feel of her left breast pressing into the right side of my back, just under my arm. I instinctively released my dick from the grip of my right hand, hoping she would take over for the last few moments of my release.

Which she did, without hesitation, milking the final drops out with firm strokes that made me groan mightily. The fluid was squeezed out of me like toothpaste by her practiced hand. In those days it was thick and white and pearlescent; I could see some of it on her index finger when she finally let go.

As I struggled to recover, my head all light and goofy, Rose ran the warm water in the sink and produced a clean cloth, from somewhere, with which to clean my dwindling organ. I could see strands of my semen swirling down the drain. Beside me, her naked body looked like something in a dream.

Her nipples looked stiff and needy. I remember wanting to hold her.

"If you want to shower, go ahead" she invited, patting my behind lightly.

"Do I need to?" I turned to face her, my dick still hanging from my underwear, and raised my hands to touch her breasts. She did not flinch, just looked at me patiently. It was not that I was aroused all over again, just that I wanted to touch. Part of me figured this would all end without notice and I might wait for years for another opportunity. I really could not help myself.

Her nipples were stiff, and if possible, they may have gotten even harder as I stood there exploring her bosom. Rose simply let me do it, her hands at her sides, looking down at my fingers as I gently pinched her breast tips and then cupped that perfectly weighted pair of globes in my palms. My mouth watered on its own.

She also did not move, aside from parting her thighs, when I finally got around to reaching down to her puffy cunt lips. They were as wet as I had hoped, moisture immediately meeting my fingertips as I touched a woman's vagina for the second time in twenty-four hours.

Her slit was warm and alive as I ran a fingertip inside, amazed at my own audacity. I managed also to find the nub of her clit, but only dared to guess so at the time.

As I say, Rose did nothing but watch me run my hands over and into her. It was like she wanted to be my living display, my teaching aid. It was weird, but not so strange that my balls were not now aching in protest, deep inside, as the blood again started to enter my shaft. Her thighs were conveniently apart, perfect for my adventurous fingers.

For the second time I caught that lovely funk that rises from a woman's genitals when her pussy lubricates; it drifted up between us, reaching my nostrils with a powerful, remarkably arousing force.

I caressed those silken wet lips and tentatively probed the entry within, knowing that the wonderful aroma was being generated by the juices I'd discovered. Rose and I locked eyes. Hers were serenely observing mine, and god only knows what she must have seen in return.

"I guess I've underestimated your needs, Danny. Honestly, you're either every woman's dream or curse." Her voice came to me like a dream, from afar. Without having felt it happening, I suddenly realized Rose's hand had been grasping my newly revived dick, just holding it like an old friend.

Thinking she was protesting my behavior, I told her "I can wait. Sorry

I'm such a mess."

"Oh, no, no. Did not mean that. I told you that you can do what you want, after all. It's not like you came over for piano lessons, is it." She smiled lightly and we both laughed a little. "I guess it should be a compliment to me that you're getting stiff all over again so quick."

"Rose, you're just so –"

"Shush. I am sure I'm the best-ever to you, Danny. But all women have the same things, you know." Her hand had not left my cock. She was caressing the head gently, and I could feel leftover wetness from my glans being spread by her fingers. It made me think of her wetness, on my own fingertips.

"I think yours are nicer" I said by way of reply.

"I know what" Rose announced with a bright look. "Why don't you get a better look. Of course, I should have thought of that, you have not really seen anything close-up. Come over to the living room." She started off in a flash, with me right behind her watching her cheeks wiggle most prettily.

But before we reached the living room, she told me to wait a second, disappeared into the hallway to the bedroom, then quickly returned with a generous bath towel. I remember it was an ugly shade of green.

Rose arrayed the towel over the seat of a low chair with fabric-enclosed arms, before promptly and most lewdly plopping herself down in it and hooking her legs over the arms. I stood there and stared as she scooted her hips forward to present her cunt to me, as fully opened as any man can expect to see it, save a gynecologist.

At least I did not have to be told to get down on the carpet and feast my eyes. It was like in only one day everything I had believed about female sexual generosity had proved-out wrong. I was on my knees and elbows in an instant; in case this was still a dream I would not want to wake up before an intimate tour of pussy.

Rose said nothing as I studied the pink flesh of her outer lips and the darker pink of the second set within. I remember she had longer, straighter hairs running to either side of her opening than the curly ones that grew above it, delicate hair that covered bits of her inner thighs and down to her rear crack. There was a prominent hood over her clit and I could just see the glistening pink nub emerging, ever-so-slightly, from under it.

There was unmistakable moisture lubricating those inner cunt lips, and with it that earthy aroma that has always added an extra inch to my erection well, it feels that way.

With her legs splayed and her buttocks just balanced on the edge of that chair, all of Rose's nether region was wholly visible to me from my vantage point. I know that a woman's private parts have often been described as beautiful by writers, but having my face an inch or so from both her openings was not much in the way of studying a piece of Art. Instead I felt myself overcome by the actual power of female sensuality, the raw sexuality that every girl and woman possess, in this simple way. A woman can have a disagreeable personality, a homely countenance, or even an obnoxious voice, but still she possess this innate, primal power, the strength of her pussy.

To me, that is beyond Art.

Feeling like I was at a new church with strange rituals being conducted, I caught my breath as Rose unceremoniously started to play with herself right there before my eyes. A practiced fingertip began rolling the small ball of her clitoris as another delved just inside her hole, and her hips started a lazy grinding motion. "Stay right there" she breathed, so I did. I watched as her rear hole contracted and became very crinkly. I watched as fluid seeped from inside her and made her pubic hair shine. I saw her clit emerge from under its hood as now two of Rose's fingertips virtually strummed it. I reached down between my own legs and awkwardly masturbated, rubbing the tip of my cock along the carpet for added sensation. I felt her free hand gently reach to touch my hair. I instinctively drew my face as close as possible, hearing her making small urgent sounds deep in her throat.

This went on for some time. I loved breathing her in and seeing her hips move faster and faster. Her cunt opened, up more as her muscles tightened in her thighs. She exuded warmth. Her fingers were soon wound in my hair as I rested my chin in my palm, supported by my elbow, and watched this remarkable event. I could barely see her breasts heaving above my line of sight. I wondered if it would be okay for me to kiss her there, between the legs.

And then she was there, and she couldn't help it: her hand in my hair urgently pulled me close to her, and my mouth, nose and chin were shortly being used to rub out her orgasm; I was alive with the smell and taste and heat of her, and then both her hands were on the back of my head and her crotch was simply grinding over my face. Rose's thighs clamped over my ears, but I know she was crying out with pleasure, I could feel her joy as she bucked against me and spread her lush pussy over my willing face.

To be continued