My First Time Was with an Older Women Chapter 2 part 3

My First Time Was with an Older Women Chapter 2 part 3

She paled at that. "It's not your business. Really, it isn't." She didn't sound cross. More like she'd anticipated that tedious question and I had just lived down to her expectation. She got up and started rummaging through a cupboard, making more noise than needed.

"I'm sorry. I was just curious. I mean, you and me doing stuff, and all."

"It's not the same, Danny."

I couldn't stop myself from getting up and going to hold her. It was instinctual. She felt good, but tight and nervous as I hugged her from behind and breathed in her scent. Her hands continued to dig through the cupboards. I noticed I had the same semi-erection I'd been sporting since getting on the bicycle, and that it was now pressed into her left buttock just above her thigh.

"I know I'm just a kid, Rose," I whispered into her neck. "I never imagined anything like you, is all."
Rose sighed and some of the tension seemed to leave her body. She stopped rummaging through the cupboard and drew away from me to give herself space. She seemed to hunch inward, and then abruptly drew herself erect before turning to face me. Her expansive eyes searched mine. I knew then that I had revealed too much of my feelings.

"Danny, I'll be happy to accommodate you this evening," Rose said in a studiously even voice. The word accommodate came out sounding like an unnatural term, but the rest was forceful and strong. "It can't be anything regular. You need to find someone who can be what you want her to be."

Here was that feeling of being caught between two existences, again.

Part of me was delighted that I had just been given permission to have my way with Rose tonight, but the rest of me was already feeling the loss of anything more, anything to give my emotions a shore on which to anchor. Sorry for the corniness, but it was very much like that.

Add to that her phrase "can't be anything regular", and I was a mass of insecurities all over again. I looked at her and saw that now would not be the time to probe for details. I flashed on a future in which I might occasionally have sex with Rose while she carried on a true relationship with Harland, and my spirit recoiled.

Maybe that's why I suddenly found myself needing to vent an unformed anger, in the form of aggression. Perhaps that was why I moved forward to pull her to me and force her to kiss me, a ritual she had sworn to save for him. Her lips were passive as I pressed mine into them and tried to slide my tongue into her mouth and at the same time clasp my arms around her back and grind my hips into her, as we stood there in her modest kitchen.

I would show her what she would be missing. Heck, she'd be missing the very things she had brought out in me, things I hadn't even know I'd possessed before knowing her. How dare she toy with me like that? Didn't she know there'd never be a better lover for her than yours truly?

Here, feel, my cock as it presses into you, you made it like it is. There, my fingers are all over the tips of your breasts, squeezing your nipples through your robe: feel them respond just like they should, to a man who can really make you feel!

Then, suddenly, I had vented it all, and now pulled away from her in shame. It was only a few moments of aggressive frustration, but Rose should never have had to put up with it. After all, hadn't she shown me only pleasure and understanding, things I would now be pursuing for much of the rest of my life?

I stood stooped with my head bowed, and saw tears I did not feel, dropping to the kitchen floor. I heard a cry in my throat that I wasn't aware of making. And then the feeling passed, like a wave of nausea, and I looked back at her with apprehension. It was with relief that I beheld an expression of understanding instead of pity. I couldn't have abided pity.

I don't remember how we got to the guest bedroom upstairs but the next thing I recall was Rose pulling back the covers and then her robe, revealing herself only in panties as she slid into the bed and waited for me to strip off my clothes. I felt a little self-conscious at my own scrawny appearance but managed just the same to doff my duds. She looked heavenly in the bed, the covers pulled back like that, and only a dim part of me wondered at all about contraception.

As I clambered onto the bed, before I could simply jump on her like some overeager ham in a stag film, Rose snagged me by my erect prick with her firm hand, dragging me by my member up to my knees, to rest close by her pillow-supported head. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to feel the warm wetness of her lips and tongue enveloping me, and her hands alternating stroking my length and kneading my balls as she fed me into her mouth.

I recall marveling at all the time I had wasted manipulating myself to arousal and orgasm. I looked down at those beautiful, pink-capped tits and the sight of this woman sucking my cock and feeling my dick and balls with her hands, blissfully aware that such things could never be happening in my life. A tinge of sadness that it would all soon be over touched me, but the sheer pleasure of feeling her tongue probe my piss hole was enough, at least for the moment, to erase such melancholy.

My hands reached down to feel her robust breasts and to caress the vee of her panties, causing Rose to open her legs. She was like my living plaything, the best instructional toy a boy could probe. As if seeming to show she had the same mixed feelings about our relationship as I, Rose moved with relaxed abandon to my touches, with me, understanding that she was assuring me of the effect I had upon her. Her legs spread wide, and she pressed back at my fingers as I stroked at the top of her cunt with the fingers of my left hand, through her panties.

My right hand played over the soft cushiness of her fabulous tits, tweaking those responsive nipples until her pushing back became a steady grinding.

As always, her scent filled the air. "Oh, yes," she breathed to me, taking a momentary break from leaving, my erect penis, "feel my pussy, Danny.

Feel it with your cock in my mouth."

Which had me groaning, as you can understand. All in all, perhaps the one thing I'll take to my grave about Rose is that certain way she had, a timing of sorts, in her uttering of dirty words. Nowadays it's nothing to hear a woman say something lewd and ostensibly arousing, but the days of using profanity in an artful manner may be lost forever.

Imagine me, a young man of 18 in that period of time, experiencing full oral excitement at the hands of a passionate woman, and then hearing her say the words above. Just imagine.

"I want to fuck you, Rose." How I managed to get that out of my mouth in an articulate fashion escapes me, under those circumstances. I fully expected to hear her tell me that fucking was out of bounds, with no mind to how expertly I was now strumming her clit and working hard to use what I had learned about her body, how nicely my fingers were utilizing the material of her panties to rub snugly into her moist opening. I looked down at her expectantly as her tongue ran over the glans of my dick, fearing that the pleasure she was giving me would at any moment defer any possibility of us fucking, anyway, until sometime later.

Her response was as unexpected as anything else about our relationship: Rose abruptly climaxed against my fingers.

It was a small cum, with almost no sound from her at all, but I recognized it nonetheless, seeing her eyes seem to go all white as they rolled up into her head and her hips twitch against my hand.

This was quite a surprise to me, as was the immense amount of wetness I could suddenly feel drenching the front of her panties. I had no idea a woman could climax so quickly it wasn't what they said in the books at all. A few short bucks against my hand and Rose was, over it, her oral and manual efforts on my penis suddenly picking up speed as her orgasm faded.

I was in awe, to put it mildly. The room positively stank of her sex juices, and it was the nicest odor I'll ever recall. My cock sang with pleasure as her tongue, lips and hands milked me.

"Put it in me Danny," Rose whispered in a barely recognizable voice as she pushed my genitals away from her face and busied herself with ripping off those soaked panties. She treated her underwear like her mortal enemy as she raised her legs to peel them off. I looked down in delight at the emerging, swollen sight of her cunt, fearing that I hadn't heard her correctly just now.

Glistening with arousal, the split of Rose's pussy showed a deep coral color, with hints of dark pink and red as she succeeded in stripping off her panties, or at least with getting them off one of her legs. The puffy, thick pair of outer lips looked like the underside of a tongue.

Despite her being far from clean-shaven, I could see her clitoris standing out from under its fleshy hood at the top of her pussy, like a pearl of desire, behaving like a point that would explode in gushing liquid at the merest touch. My mouth was watering, but my cock was already moving into position as her legs opened to draw me in. I can almost see that gawky kid instinctively moving on that bed toward his prize.

To be continued