An hour or so later I had a shower, put on a pair of shorts and adjourned to the verandah with a nightcap. Apart from soft light spilling from Serena’s bedroom doorway the verandah was in darkness. I sat and relaxed. Serena’s security screen door slid back and she looked out along the verandah towards me. She said she heard me, was going to take a break from her books, and asked if I minded if she joined me. Of course not, and yes a drink would be nice.
When I returned from the kitchen the verandah was in complete darkness. As my eyes adjusted I saw Serena in a chair on the other side of the table opposite mine. I gave her the drink and we sat and talked. In the moonlight I became aware that she didn’t have too much on. She wore a white sheer thin strapped negligee that hardly covered her breasts, and certainly didn’t cover anything below her navel. And she was pantieless. My cock lurched in my shorts, but I overtly acted as if nothing was amiss.
Initially our conversation was desultory and aimless. Eventually though Serena raised the subject of my care of her the previous evening. I suggested she forget about it; but she insisted she had enjoyed my removal of her clothes, my drying her after the shower, my putting her to bed. She wondered why I hadn’t taken advantage of her, was it a problem with her physique. So we had a brief dissertation on my values. But I assured her she was attractive, and told her that right now I felt she was trying to take advantage of me. She surprised me by forthrightly agreeing that this was her objective. Then she dropped the bombshell. She said she knew about my intimate relationship with her mother, that she had seen me massaging Jean as she walked along the verandah, that on her return she had seen us having sex; that she suspected that Simone and I were also up to mischief. She felt it was unfair that she missed out on all the fun; that she was mature enough to know what she wanted. What could a man say in response to all that; not much. But I mused to myself about the ability of these women to keep such accurate tabs on each other. Simone’s previous subtle remarks took their complete perspective in my mind. I knew then that I could not beat these women at their game. So I, at that moment, chose to go along for the ride. It was time for action.
I put my drink down on the table, shed my shorts and jocks, stepped over to Serena, took the drink out of her hand and placed it on the table, told her to lean forward and lifted the negligee over her head, and dropped it with my clothes on the floor. I knelt on the floor in front of her chair.
My hands on each the cheeks of her backside pulled her forward on the chair. I placed a leg over each of my shoulders. Her soft downed pussy was exposed in the moonlight to my view. My tongue dipped into her snatch, and slid along her slit to the cleft of her behind and back again. Serena slipped further down the chair and raised her gash up to my mouth. My lips and nose nestled in her hair, my tongue found her little clitoris buried in the folds of her labia. My fingers parted her flesh petals. I swiped my tongue over her clit. She groaned. I moved my mouth over and through her sex she tasted sweet; she smelt good. I stabbed deeply into her vaginal opening with my tongue. Serena bucked her body at me, fucked my face. I now concentrated on her clitoris. I sucked the bud into my mouth. I teased at it gently with my teeth. I tongue stroked it. Serena began to go crazy. She fucked my face, her hands gripped at my head. Her body climaxed. Nectar flowed from her cunt onto my lips, into my mouth.