I moved to make room for her. She stood and shed the nightie, to lie on the bed beside me. Her wiry build, based on hard physical work, was immediately apparent. She sighed and stretched herself out. I lay on my side. As she continued talking, now about how many months it had been since she’d been with a man, I listened and reached out one hand to massage her small neat breasts. Jean for the first time stopped talking. Her hand touched around my half hard cock. She felt her way around my shaft, head and balls. I suggested that she let me do the work, that she relax, layback and enjoy my efforts. In my mind was the thought that if I did well on this first outing I might capture her interest many more times over the next four weeks.
I leaned over her body, kissed my way over her face, ears, eyes, throat, and mouth. As my lips touched her she responded. Our tongues played together. My mouth reached her breasts. In turn I tongued and kissed my way around them, sucked her brown nipples. They rose up proud and hard. Satisfying sounds came from her mouth. I snail trailed and kissed my way down her belly. Her body gradually relaxed to my slow soft caring touch. My mouth moved over her mound. Teasing her I kissed and moved on. I shifted on the bed now kneeling between her slim legs, which she obligingly parted. I stroked her inner thighs with my wet tongue, down one leg to her ankle, foot and toes. I kissed her feet, sucked each toe. Jean began to writhe to my nerve tingling touch. I attended likewise to her other foot, then began to slowly, ever so slowly work my way back up her leg. As I reached her thigh I crouched on the bed. This time I went past her thigh, to her brown haired pussy. While the pubic hair on her lower belly was quite thick, over her slit it was fairly sparse. Her labia pouted at me.
Her aroma filled my nostrils as I bent my face forward to her vulva. I blew hot breath on her folds. She squirmed. I ran my tongue along her slit, from the folds of flesh hiding her clitoris to the cleft of her backside. I reached my hands around behind her thighs to lift them slightly, to tilt her body upwards, stretched up along her belly, and grasped a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. As I stroked my tongue along her slit, back and forth, her slit opened up before my eyes. Her labia became swollen, parted. Her inner pinkness became visible, wet with her increasing moisture and my saliva. The erect little clit poked out at me, on view for the first time. I touched and dabbed at it with my tongue. Her body shivered. I stroked it a little harder. I gently sucked on it. I bit it ever so softly with my teeth, held it in my mouth, and swiped it with my tongue. Jean’s hands found the back of my head. They pushed my face down into her hot open cunt.
I increased the rhythm of my efforts, using the response of her body as a gauge as to what felt best for her. The muscular contractions within her body began in her belly, thighs, and pussy. She wailed as she came, bucked her snatch against my face. Her cum drenched my mouth. She peaked and I lifted my face for air, to rest my cramped mouth and tongue. She looked down her body at me, a smile of inner peace and contentment on her face. Then she expressed the concern that she hoped her daughters hadn’t heard her. I assured her it was too late for that worry to stop us. Anyway she agreed with my idea that I should repeat the attentions to her pussy with my mouth. My tongue silenced her protests.