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by slenderfish » Tue Nov 09, 2021 2:49 am
So I noted her stopping at that new upscale restaurant with its upscale cocktail bar on Saturday after her niece's birthday, etc. If that wasn't enough, let's go into Sunday.
A local wine place, kind of a boutique, apparently has events from time to time, but had ceased these as of March 2020 for the obvious reason. You know that SW really likes these events and gets all dolled up, etc. We've of course been missing these, and peppering our contacts who used to produce them, to get back on that horse and ride it. Virtual wine tastings just do not work for SW.
About a week ago, this local place sent out an email announcing their first "private" event, outdoors in the back of their retail location, for Sunday the 8th, from 1 to 5 p.m. It was forwarded to us by our friend who had escorted us on the Bordeaux trip a few years ago. SW was elated and we grabbed two tix without hesitation.
Fast forward to Sunday. She was a bit slow in the uptake that morning, given the long day of drinking on Saturday, and I had aspirations to continue progress on my undertakings with the house (final insulation installation and drywall repairs in downstairs closets) so she slept late while I gathered supplies from the paint store and the local big-box hardware store.
When I arrived home carrying these supplies, I unexpectedly heard her beckon me from upstairs. She announced she was horny and that I should drop my projects and come up to "make the love" to her. I didn't need to be asked twice!
She was naked and ready. Tore off my clothes and went down on me without delay. I rubbed her sweet little heart-shaped ass and deliberately caused my middle finger to linger on her little rosebud. She responded with a bit more vigor so I penetrated her sweet asshole just a bit.
After just a couple of minutes of that, she stood up over me and slowly descended her honey pot onto my hardness, impaling herself ever so carefully. And began riding, again beginning slowly, then building a bit of pace.
She dismounted to take a pee, and returned. I asked her to turn around and let me take in the view of her fabulous ass, bobbing up and down on me, and she readily took up that position.
After several minutes like that, I rolled her onto her back and entered her from the missionary position.
And I then asked her to tell me again, nice and slowly, about her last encounter with Mr. S. She initially said it was so long ago, she essentially forgot about the details. I reminded her that I have all of it seared into my memory, and that I refer to in in my mind often enough when I'm alone. I started with the dinner at the restaurant, reminded her that he paid and also splurged on a bottle of wine, etc. She then took up the narrative and told me how they closed the check and walked across to her hotel room, both ready to jump each other's bones, and fumbled with the room key before falling into the room and onto the bed.
She started going right in to the sex but I asked her to back up, to fill in the details. I asked her if they had kissed. She said they had, and that he was really into the French kissing that night. I asked her about how it worked, in that he's so tall. How did they match up with their mouths? She said that they were at that point laying on the bed, already naked. I asked about how the clothes came off, and she said they each took of their own clothes, watching each other, and that it was quick to get naked. She resumed with the kissing and hands roaming over each other's bodies.
She said she was ready for him to enter her waiting pussy. I asked her if she was wet, and she said of course. I complimented her on her body, knowing and preparing itself for his cock to probe into her tightness. She said she was at this point on her back and she spread her legs to encourage him to slide in without further delay, and he obliged. She wrapped her arms around his back and felt his long body, and looked down from time to time to see his manhood going in and out of her.
She continued the narrative. He withdrew from her and kissed down her neck, suckled each breast in turn, and then continued down to her waiting heat. His mouth kissed her pussy lips, and he began a slow and satisfying session of licking and teasing her lips and little love button, her clit.
She was feeling it but was not ready to orgasm. He then encouraged her to roll over, and he kissed the cheeks of her ass, then worked his way back up to her neck, and entered her from behind.
I said this certainly resonates with me, in that anyone who is enamored with SW is by definition an ass man, and would not be happy without a chance to see his cock sliding in to her from behind, watching that fabulous ass bouncing back onto it. Been there, done it, love it, and love that she shared it with him. I said I'm surprised he didn't explode right then and there.
She said that she reached back and between her legs, and fondled him a bit, and then began rubbing her clit with her fingers while he fucked her with more energy from behind.
As she built up her desire and energy, she could feel an expansion of his size and effort, and she then climaxed as he also reached his peak, and released his orgasm deeply into her body.
She then reached her orgasm with me, then and there.
When she recovered, she asked if I enjoyed the retelling of it all. I said I absolutely did, and that I'd already orgasmed myself as soon as she told me he moved her to doggy style. That the image in my mind was just too hot and I lost control, and I had remained silent in order that she could build to the finish for her own climax. Mission accomplished!
I think I need the proverbial cigarette. I'll finish the narrative about the wine event, but in a separate posting later today when I have a bit of time.
