Last chapter in what is a very enjoyable memory.
A few days later, I got sent out to "do some more work" at the house of my friend. I hoped, and sort of expected, that now would be the time to fuck a bit, important since my holiday was ending and the chances would be decreasing. Knowing that "being desired" was what was really driving things for her, I asked her to "dress up" as if she was going to one of the parties that her hubby's law firm put on. I wanted to see what she was like in her "normal world". When I got there, she was really dressed up, hair to heels, with a very nice and very hot dress on. I immediately let her know that I thought it was really attractive. i was also struck by how much cleavage she showed. She took me back to her dressing room, and modeled it for me, and when she stood a certain way I could see almost all of one boob. When she sat down, and crosed her legs, it was like what Sharon Stone would become famous for in Basic Instinct, the "beaver shot" really was "beaver". She had on pull up stockings, a garater belt, but no panties. I asked her to model a couple more of her "normal outfits" and the story was the same, plenty of cleavage (but artfully displayed) and the easy opportunity to see her goodies up her dress. When I asked her, she said, yeah, that she like to be a bit of a tease, but in a way that was very high class, and had a certain deniability. She said that occasionally she could get her hubbys law partners to hover around her trying to see down (or up) her dress, and that she occasionally could see them getting a bit of "tenting" in their pants, which really pleased her. All the while, she had deniability that she was anything except the good partners wife.
Ultimately, I sat down in one of the chairs, and asked her to to a striptease for me. She was very good, knowing how to turn and move so that her dress was revealing in stages. Ultimately she slid the dress off and sat opposite me, staring at the very obvious tent in my shorts, and then at my cock as I pulled it out and stared up to her beaver. She came over to me and danced right in front of me, so that I could run my hands up and down her, and massage her nice butt while kissing her stomach. Her bra was pretty much just a shelf, and vey sheer, so within moments I had her titties out and was alternating sucking first one nipple then the other. By this point, I was ready to explode, so I told her that if she could get me off first, I'd be able to last long enough to make it better for her when we finially fucked. She was gettng better at oral, and attacked me with enthusiasm and purpose, and managed to swollow almost all that I produced.
After that, I took her hand and led her to the bed, laid her out, and proceeded to have my first real tast of her pussy. the 1960's were before ladies routinely shaved, but she was very well trimmed, and I could see as well as taste her pussy. I'm no porn star, but i've been told that I know my way around a pussy, even back then when I was only 20. It took her a minute to relax and get into it, but then she got wet, then wetter, then she started breathing hard, and her muscle strarted contracting, then she got wetter.....well, by my best estimate she came several tmes. She had been eaten before, but not often, and not by someone interested in her pleasure, so I think she enjoyed herself.
By this point, my 20 year old cock was standing at full attention, so I asked her what she wanted. She said "fuck me and make me cum, show me how much you want me". That was an enjoyable task, so I positioned myself between her legs, and began to run the head of my cock along her lips. She was so wet that I slid in almost before I had intended to, as I wanted to tease her for a bit. In any case, we were soon fully "joined". It was a good thing that she had already made me cum once. The combination of her slippriness and the anticipation of finally fucking gave me control problems. I hung on until she had cum, which she reiterated was the first time she had ever cum with a cock in her. We cuddled and kissed for a while, with me still in her. After a few minutes, the kisses got a little more intense and we began to thrust against each other, so I rolled over on my back, with her straddling me. i told her that i could probably last a long time, and that she should see if she liked to be the one doing the work. We alternated between her sitting up (where I could play with her titties) and closer kissing, with riding me to very obvious satisfaction. The rest of the day was devoted to different positions (69, doggy, reverse cowgirl, her sucking me, me eating her). Back in those days, anal was not very popular, so other than my teasing her bottom with my finger tip, anal was about the only thing we didn't do. In the process of this, I was smart enough to keep telling her how pretty she was, hot hot she was, how hard she made me.......with rotation from very nice and proper to very graphic and dirty. Anyway, I think the finished the day with a very good sense of her ability to satisfy a younger man.
I went back to school, but continued to see her on holiday periods as I would happily sign up for my "assistant handyman" job when i was home. We finailly broke it off when I graduated and moved across the country for professional school. In the interm, she said that she had several other "handymen" to do work for her, and that she showed off for a lot of them, and actually had a few who did 'extra duty". From her perspective, we were where she could go further than she could whith her huppys partners, in that we were too young to be threats to her rather nice (60's lifestyle). As far as I can tell now, she was a hot, responsive woman, trapped in the wrong time of history and with a hubby who for all the other good things he did, just never understood the simple need for a woman to 'feel wanted" For me, beyond a series of really nice adventures, she taught me a lot about some of the fundamental needs that women have; sometimes even when they don't quite realize what they need. I actually last saw her just as she turned 60, and I was nearing the end of my professional training. I came over and "moved the token box", and then we did the Jack and Jill thing again, followed by a nice, gentle session in the bed. She had aged, but quite gracefully, and still responded strongly to evidence that she was exciting.
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