At that very moment Mary came to the room unannounced. I stood there with confused tears in my eyes.
‘Poor Alice, you are frustrated,’ she came to me and kissed my forehead. Instantly we found ourselves locked up in a fierce embrace. The softness of our curvaceous breasts squashed each other, our tongues were feasting on each other’s lips. I was whimpering and straining into her.
‘Relax Alice, we have the whole day,’ she tried to moderate me, ‘come to the bed room and let me show you the way.’
Softly lisping sweet nothings, she patiently opened my hair and kissed many strands of hair. Now she was opening my gown.
‘This gown certainly multiplies your ultimate feminine charm, but we have to get you out of it,’ she said. She surveyed me in bra and panties. Clear honey had run down both my legs.
‘For more than twenty years I have been dying to enjoy this ultimate beauty that has defied time.’ In a sweeping move she removed the bra.
‘Oh my God, these heavenly breasts. Glossy and self radiant, they are still in perfect shape,’ she reverently kissed my nipples. I was only partially conscious of what was happening. We were in the bed now. She was fondling by breasts and licking their crowns. I heard myself gasping and hissing. My hands were fondling her head. She took an eternity to pamper my breasts, I did not want to stop.
She was slowly moving down, composing epics of passion downstream with her tongue and fingers.
‘I have never seen a woman this wet, you have wasted so much of precious nectar,’ she licked up the juice on my thighs and returned to my throbbing core.
After many years of deprivation it was like a shower in the desert, with the accompaniment of thunder and lightning. I came violently into her mouth. Being an expert she handled the situation correctly adjusting her ministrations at the right points and slowly brought me down to the ground.
‘Your honey tastes exactly like mine, sweet and promising. Your son will never be tired of eating you,’ she said. I smiled softly. Gently she returned to my pussy again. With her tongue and finger systematically she worked me up to a thunderous climax. I flushed her face with my juice.
When we were relaxed, I whispered into her ear: Thank you so much Mary. I needed it very badly.
In fact I had been unhappy with her, now I could forgive everything.
I turned to her and we kissed again. My hands moved to her enticing breasts.
‘You don’t have to, I can understand,’ she said unsure of herself.
‘I want it, I really want it. I want to experience how it is like when somebody eats a woman.’
I imitated her technique on her breasts. I was pleased that I could control her passions and under my soft ministrations she was transforming into a mass of consolidated passion. The feel of another woman’s breasts was wonderful. I realized why men are so anxious to suck and lick on luscious breasts. The softness,warmth and feeling of intimacy are unique. Mary was slithering in a bout of carnal ecstasy. I was happy for being the architect of her rapture.