An Odd Arrangement - Part 2

In part one, I wrote of an unlikely arrangement in which I was propositioned by a lovely mature lady who no longer wanted a man around under-foot but wanted sex. I was delighted to accommodate her.

On the Wednesday after our first sexual encounter, I came home from the gym and found a voice message on my home phone. Bea asked if I could come over at about six for another visit. She said her shower drain was clogged. When I returned her call it went to voicemail so I just said "Of course."

She met me at the door wearing a T shirt and shorts. Protruding nipples bespoke no bra, and brought a definite tingle to my genitals. She ushered me in and said, "I hope this isn’t an inconvenience, Richard. I put some liquid plumber in it, but it still backs up when I turn the water on."

"No problem." I answered, holding up the grocery bag with my plumbing snake. "This may be a bit of a dirty job, mind if I . . . " I pulled at my shirt button.

"By all means." She answered, pulling her T shirt off. We were naked and hugging in no time at all. Unfortunately, there was work at hand, so we broke off the hugs and kisses, took the snake into the bathroom and I got to work. Indeed it was a dirty job. The culprit was a small pearl bracelet enmeshed with lots of hair and other yucky stuff. "Oh, my ankle bracelet. I wondered what happened to that." She insisted that I wrap it in tissue and throw it away. By the time I rinsed out the snake and used some Comet to scrub the shower stall. I was thoroughly in need of a shower. Bea joined me part way through, wearing a shower cap. We had a delightful time soaping each other up until the water turned cold. Even a cold shower wasn’t enough to curb my lust.

We air dried there in the bathroom, hugging and kissing, fondling and getting very hot. We kind of morphed into her bedroom, not really separating to walk, just kind of moving together while enjoying each other’s bodies. I went down on her lovely, tasty, pussy, and she squirmed around to take my half-hard cock into her hand, then directing it into her mouth. There are lots of good things in life, but things don’t get much better than a great sixty-nine. My hormones were flooding me throughout as I lavished my attention on her wonderful pussy. She literally screamed around my cock as her pussy muscles spasmed at my mouth. I tried to hold off but by the time she was through her orgasm I had to tell her I was cumming. She just hummed and sucked harder. I loved the feeling of her tongue rotating around my cock-head as she sucked it. I groaned and she sucked harder.

Damn was that a great cum. Those hard, crinkly feelings took me over and shook me like a rag doll as I spurted and groaned and squirted into her receptive mouth. Time kind of collapsed. As Robin Williams said, "God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to work one at a time." The next thing I knew, we were kissing and I tasted my cum in her mouth. What a thrill. At my age, I don’t deliver a lot of cum, but there was certainly enough to taste. We lay there for quite a while, our kissing getting more soft and gentle as time passed. We didn’t doze, we just got more and more comfortable together. Eventually, we both needed to use the loo so we got up.

Standing naked in the kitchen, drinking ice water, I remembered the last time when she didn’t want a second session. I asked her what she wanted to do. She thought a moment, then suggested that we have dinner and afterwards we could have a "Proper fuck" to finish the evening.

I love doing things nude, so it was enjoyable to fix the stir fry together. She wasn’t quite as comfortable, but she did keep her clothes off until she had to don an apron to do the actual cooking. It’s not very comfortable to fry naked for obvious reasons.

While chopping tomatoes, I mentioned my conversation with her friend Mavis. "I saw Mavis at church Sunday. She called me a little devil. Did you tell . . ."

Bea turned and smiled a wicked smile. "Oh yes. We tell each other everything."

"Everything?" I asked. She nodded, blushing a bit. "Anyone else I need to watch out for?"

"No. She’s my best friend. Been that way for over twenty years. We don’t have many secrets." She thought a few moments. "My kids, though . . ."

Suddenly, I was concerned. "Have you told them . . . I should be careful around . . ."

"No. I haven’t told them, but sooner or later, they’ll catch on." She caught the disturbed look on my face. "Oh, not to worry, Dick. They’ll understand."

We worked quietly for a while. I couldn’t help thinking how sexy she looked, working about the kitchen stark naked. I wondered if she noticed that I was getting the start of a hard on. After a while, she looked at me with a sly grin. "She’s envious. You know."

"Beverly, your daughter?"

"No, silly." She leaned over to kiss my cheek and tweak my prick. "Mavis. She’s envious of our arrangement. She would love to have some of this. Oh, it’s getting hard again. " She began jacking it in earnest, making me forget about Mavis and making my cock really hard, making me really want to put it to work. She gave my rock hard dick another tweak, then walked back to the stove, put her apron on and started the stir fry. "We can both get really horny while we eat, thinking of what we’re going to do to that hard-on in a while."

Damn, did I ever keep thinking about it, a lot. I suppose the food was great. She’s a good cook. But my mind was elsewhere the whole time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pert little breasts, rising and falling above the table as we ate. What incredible foreplay that was. In spite of the show, the anticipation, and the hormones, my cock went soft until we finished the fruit bowl desert. She stood and her breasts seemed to grow as she leaned over the table to pick up her dishes. My dick felt that prickly feeling and it began to rise as I rose to put my dishes in the dishwasher.

"Oh, my." She said, smiling and motioning towards my growing member. "We’re going to have to do something about that." And we did. We started in the kitchen, moved to her living room, and ended up in her bed. I distinctly remember copulating in just about every position possible.

We fucked doggy and missionary on the couch. She came massively riding cowgirl. I flipped her over and came inside her missionary, then gave her a wonderful tasting pussy licking to another good O. After recovery, we broke for a potty break and some ice water, then we retired to her bed for a long, slow missionary fuck in the middle of which I went soft, so I went down on her for her last orgasm of the night. We broke her rule that night and slept the night through together,

I woke first, I’m a morning guy, and busied myself cleaning up the kitchen and the disarray we left in the living room. I suppose the clinking dishes woke her. I heard her shower going. I was probably smelly and sticky too, so I took a quick turn through the guest shower. As I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, I saw her come out of her room, study the living room then the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen doorway for a while, then shook her head and turned to me. Looking very serious, she said softly. "Time to get dressed, dick. I think you need to go."

I was stunned. I know I shouldn’t have broken her rule and spent the night, but she’d encouraged me by holding me until we fell asleep. I got dressed quickly and left without my expected hug at the door. "What a screw-up I am." I thought as I walked the four blocks to my house. For the next few days I was, at best morose, until she called me on Friday, leaving a voice message. "Hi Dick. You left your tools here on Wednesday. You can pick them up when you come over for our date tomorrow at six. We’re still on for that, right?"

I felt like I had whiplash. What the hell was going on? Was she mad at me or not?

Evidently she wasn’t. She met me at the door naked and we fucked like rabbits until ten. We both had to be at church early to prepare the program, so we parted at ten fifteen with a wonderful kiss and fondle. Talk about whiplash. We didn’t talk much, we just fucked and fucked and fucked. Likewise, the same thing happened the next Saturday. And she called for another assignation (her word) at my place that Wednesday. That Saturday, it was back at her place. She never mentioned being upset the morning after I fixed her shower, and I knew better than to stir that pot.

Who could ask for a better arrangement than that?