by Cara Addison
Halfway to her destination, her breasts brushed up against his boxers, and she moaned as the delicate cloth brushed against her nipples. She continued releasing his shirt buttons, licking and kissing until she reached his navel. Kate moaned as she discovered a tantalizing trail of dark hair that she knew would guide her to her destination. She inhaled his scent, and glancing up, nibbled and kissed her way to his boxers.
His hard cock was pressing visibly against the fabric.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, he gasped. “Wha…what are you doing?”
Kate raised an eyebrow, and he knew immediately what her intentions were. He braced against the table and moaned.
She pulled the waistband of his boxers over him and they slipped to the floor. Delighted with the neatly groomed sight before her, she gently pushed his knees apart and kissed his inner thigh. He was watching her every move, and moaned as her hands slipped between his legs to cup him. As her fingers playfully swirled, she licked and then kissed each beautiful sack. He was trembling with pleasure and she noticed he had let off a droplet of fluid. He was about to wipe it away, when she brushed his hand away, murmuring, “Leave it.”
He bit his lip, stifling a moan.
Kate was intoxicated by his pleasure. She could feel that her panties were damp with desire.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly kissed her way up his long, hard shaft and when she reached the head, she softly licked away his cum before swirling her tongue around his head. She paused, and with his eyes begging for more, she slipped her lips over his tip and took him into her mouth, sucking lightly. He whimpered and trembled. She throbbed, knowing she had complete control over his whole body, just by using her tongue. She knew that if she stopped, he would beg her to continue.
Kate twirled her tongue around his head again, stroking the rim with increasing pressure. He shuddered. She alternated between swirling and flicking and pressing her tongue against him, before taking all of him into her mouth. His knees buckled slightly as he gently brushed her hair back from her face, to watch. She sucked on him and gently grasped the base of his organ. Kate watched his face as she rhythmically continued to take him deep in her mouth while massaging her hand up and down his shaft. His breathing deepened, and his moans increased in urgency. His hands gripped the edge of the table as his muscles contracted and a gush of hot liquid hit her throat.
Dizzy with pleasure, she swallowed.
She gently sucked and licked him as he softened. As she rose, Kate reached for his glass of scotch. She held his gaze as she took a long pull of the warm, smoky liquor and let it wash the salty liquid down her throat.
“That,” she whispered in his ear, “is how we play dirty pool!”
He pulled her in, and nuzzling into her neck, whispered, “That was extraordinary…amazing…and totally…surprising,” punctuating each word with a kiss.
* * * *
Kate slid her hand up his body, and began to slide his shirt off his shoulder. As she hungrily kissed his skin, he knew immediately that she was still burning with need.
He slid his hands down her sides and slipping her panties over her hips, he dropped them to the floor. He let his fingers explore, and as he discovered her warm juices, she moaned.
His eyes widened. “Damn, girl, that made you wet!”
Kate sheepishly smiled and kissed him.
He led her to the sofa and laid her down. She pressed her back against the cushions, making room for him beside her.
As he kissed her, his hand found her breasts. He lightly traced his fingertips around and around and then began tracing her nipple. She ached for more. Kate moaned as he brushed and squeezed her nipple with his strong, soft fingers.
Even though his own body was exhausted, her response urged him on. Gently biting her bottom lip, he pulled away and slowly kissed and licked his way down to her breasts. Finding a hard nipple, he brushed it along his lips before softly licking and kissing.
The pleasure was exquisite.
His hand pushed between her legs, and he urgently pressed his hand up her thigh. She shuddered as his fingers slowly spread hot liquid around her swollen lips. She whimpered and squirmed as his mouth tugged gently at her nipple. He slid his wet finger around her clit, and she gasped as she grabbed hold of the sofa. Still kissing her breasts, he looked up at her eyes, very pleased with the effect his efforts were having on her. He increased the intensity of his swirling fingers, and she dropped her hand, running her fingers through his hair.
Kate ached for him. She wanted to take him inside her and feel him thrust against her. “I want you,” she begged as she pulled him toward her.
“Not yet,” he whispered as he took another gentle tug on her nipple.
She writhed with pleasure under the increasing pressure of his fingers. Her breath began to shorten. She arched her back, pressing her hips against his hand. He increased pressure and intensity to match her moaning, and suddenly, she was flooded with a wave of pleasure that pulsated through her entire body.
She slowly relaxed, feeling the powerful and pleasure-filled contractions subside as he released the delicate pressure of his fingers.
Light beads of sweat had formed on her abdomen, and his hand slid effortlessly up her body. They lay there tangled and entwined together.
After a few moments, he took in a deep breath and reluctantly spoke. “It’s getting late.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t have a curfew,” she responded with a smile.
He responded with a big grin, and then paused before continuing, “I’m not sure whether to be grateful or greedy.” He pondered as he looked up at the ceiling.
It took her a moment to process that in his delicate way, he was wondering if he should send her home, or ask her to stay for more.
“I think,” she responded in a more serious tone, “that you can be both.”
He looked at her, not completely sure that they were talking about the same thing.
“Brad.” She paused. “We’ve both been through an emotional ringer the past number of months. I think that we are both entitled to a little…” She paused again, searching for the right word. “Indulgence.”
“I like that,” he said with a grin. “Indulgence is a much better word than greed.”
Kate grinned and sighed.
“So,” he added, propping himself up on one elbow, “could I indulge you in a tour of my bedroom?”
“I would be delighted,” she said, smiling with her eyes.
As he stood, he pulled her from the sofa, and pulling her to him, planted a long delicious kiss on her. As they left the room, she quickly scooped up her pile of discarded clothing in one arm, and holding his hand, followed him to his bedroom.
He led her up the sweeping staircase.
His bedroom was large, and tastefully decorated in masculine tones. Her bare toes sunk into the plush carpet. The king-sized bed was the focal point of the room, with a desk and chair in one corner, and a small seating area with an armchair and handsome chaise lounge with side table in the other.
Kate placed her clothes on the lounge chair and followed him to the bed.
“Protection?” she inquired, rubbing her hands together.
“Your candor is refreshing.” He grinned as he pulled her closer.
He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a square wrapper containing latex.
“Is this the only one?” she asked incredulously as she pointed to the drawer.
He raised his eyebrow and grinned. “How many do you think we need?” he replied as he pulled back the comforter to reveal a set of luxurious sheets.
Still wearing his shirt, she gently pushed him down onto the sheets and with a quizzical expression on her face, asked him, “When you travel, do you take just one credit card?”
“No, of course not,” he responded, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
“Right,” she responded as she began crawling onto the bed. “You travel with at least two credit cards and you tuck one
away in a safe place,” she continued, “just…in…case….”
“Girl,” he responded as he pulled her into his bed, “you weave together the most interesting stories.”
Kate noticed this was the second time he had referred to her as “girl,” and deciding she adored it, she leaned in to kiss him passionately as she slipped her feet under the sheets.
As she silently ran her hands over his chest, she inspected her new playground. His body showed very few signs of being fifty. His toned body still bore a tan from his winter vacation, and she grew increasingly aroused.
He was amused and awakened by her curiosity. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Very much,” she purred. “You’re not?” she asked with a suggestive glance.
He pulled back the sheets that had been sitting across his waist and she noticed that he was beginning to stir. ”Asked and answered.” She smiled.
Kate wanted desperately to feel him harden in her mouth. Smiling naughtily, she slid down between his legs and slipping her tongue around his cock and pulled him into her mouth. He increasingly hardened and after a few moments of writhing in pleasure, he pulled her to his mouth and kissed her hard.
“You,” he exclaimed, “are full of surprises.” His eyes were ablaze with pleasure and passion. She was smitten.
He rolled her onto her back, placing his leg over her knee.
“No fair,” she protested, realizing that with his strength, he had her pinned.
They kissed as his fingers danced across her breasts. Kissing his way down her neck, he watched her nipples harden without having touched them. He slid down and pulled a nipple into his mouth. She moaned deeply as shots of pleasure coursed through her body. He was more aggressive than he had been in the billiard room, moments earlier. He licked and kneaded her breasts as his want and his need increased.
She could feel his cock against her thigh.
He continued teasing her nipples with his tongue while his fingers, moist with her juices, caressed her pussy. She let out a whimpering cry as he slid a finger inside her, exploring until she throbbed.
“I want you,” she cried urgently as she clutched the sheets.
He reached for the nightstand and picked up the precious piece of latex. Swiftly rolling it into place, he leaned over her and gently spread her legs. She placed her hands on his hips, and pulled him toward her.
“Slowly,” he whispered, increasing her hunger for him.
Kate watched, biting her lip as his swollen head slipped inside her warm, wet pussy. She shuddered. Knowing that she was watching, he murmured as he slowly pressed his cock inside her. His eyes met hers as he slid deeper and deeper with each long slow thrust of his hips. Wet, hot flesh joined together as pleasure crashed over her, and she thought she might explode from the intense pleasure of having him fill her pussy so completely.
He moved slowly at first. His strong arms flexed at her sides as he gradually increasing his pace and intensity. With each thrust, his pelvis pushed against her, arousing intense pleasure. They were joined together as one body, throbbing and pulsating with and against each other.
He breathlessly whispered, “Come with me, Kate.”
Hearing him utter her name, she let out a scream as ripples of indescribable pleasure pulsed through her. Her toes curled tightly as she felt his body tighten and then release as he exploded hot liquid into her.
He slowed, and gently slipped from her as he lowered himself to the sheets beside her. They lay together, completely spent. He pulled the sheets up and drew her into his strong arms. She rested her head on his chest.
They lay silently for a long time before he propped himself up on one elbow and, pushing her hair back, revealed, “If I’d have known how incredible this evening would turn out, I’d have asked you out a long ago.”
“Would you?” she responded, furrowing her brow.
They both knew that even a few short months earlier, neither of them had been in a space to appreciate a new lover.
“No,” he paused as he ran his finger down her shoulder. “This was meant to happen in the fullness of time.”
Chapter 5
Kate slept late the next morning, and as she slowly woke in her own bed, she stretched under the sheets, and lay quietly for a moment reflecting on the previous night’s dinner party. A broad grin extended across her face as her thoughts turned to the after-dinner party.
She threw back the sheets and padded to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Each step was a subtle reminder of the previous evening’s delight as she felt the slight twinge between her legs.
As the coffee began to brew, she was startled to hear the morning paper smack against the front door. Her young entrepreneurial neighbor was dependable, punctual, and apparently a good shot. He rarely missed his target. Retrieving the paper, she returned to the kitchen, and opened the daily across the granite island.
She scanned the headlines, and read with dismay that the Observer newspaper had put a particularly negative spin on a series of digital infrastructure improvements that she had proposed and were being discussed at city hall. She made a mental note to address their misunderstandings when she arrived at the office on Monday.
With a mug of morning fuel in her hand, she headed to the shower where she lathered from head to toe and then stood for a long time, letting the hot water rinse over her body. She gingerly washed between her legs, realizing that the area had accepted more attention in the past few hours than it had in a long time.
She stepped out, wrapping in a towel, did her hair and makeup, and moved to the walk-in closet to dress.
She slipped on a pair of jeans, a pale pink T-shirt, and threw on her favorite Burberry leather-and-cotton Crofton jacket. She stepped into a pair of soft leather ankle boots with a heel, and grabbed her garment bag of clothes for the dry cleaner.
As she scooped up her cocktail dress from last evening and added it to the bag, she inhaled a waft of Brad’s delightful scent, and felt a twinge of pleasure at the memory of his hands sliding up her torso to caress her breasts.
She was reluctant to wash away his aroma, but added the dress to the collection, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the car to run her errands.
After stopping at the dry cleaner, she made her way to the drugstore. As she drove through town, she wondered if men still sent flowers the day after a date.
She picked up a basket on her way into the store, and began to shop the aisles, checking off items on her mental list as she went. As she completed her shopping, she was struck with the perfect thank-you gift idea for Brad. She added more than a few selections to her basket and proceeded to the checkout.
As the clerk scanned her selections, she showed no sign of surprise at her extensive purchase.
Kate pointed the car toward home, thinking of something creative to say in the thank-you card that would accompany Brad’s gift.
She breezed through the door, hanging her dry cleaning in the closet on her way to her office. She had shelves full of categorized cards, stationary, and wrapping supplies that would rival that of Martha Stewart. She selected a simple black wicker basket and began to fill it with her drugstore purchases. She arranged the assortment of latex filled squares, and when the basket was full, she wrapped it in frosted cellophane and finished the package with a black cascading ribbon.
While she loved the instantaneous communication offered by her smartphone, she still enjoyed hand writing her thoughts on paper or a card that she personally selected for each recipient. For Brad, she decided on a heavy black cardstock and, with a gold pen, scribed her message.
Kate called the courier from her smartphone and within minutes they were at her door to pick up the gift for delivery. She’d used this courier many times, and knew that the gift would be delivered within the hour.
Kate could see flakes in the air as she closed the door, and decided to detour to the kitchen to brew a cup of tea before returning to her office to select some additional stationary, cards,
and postage. She was desperately behind on correspondence, and the morning reminder on her smartphone had alerted her to a number of upcoming birthdays and anniversaries. She returned to the comfort of her living room sofa, and quickly set out to personalize each card and letter.
Kate was sealing envelopes and affixing postage when her smartphone alerted her to a new text.
She had exchanged a few online messages with Brad, but when his name and image popped up on the screen, she felt a pleasurable chill.
His text simply read, Best. Gift. Ever.
She threw back her head laughing, and put her hand to her face as she mentally paused before crafting her response. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
She wondered if the online conversation would end there, but within a moment, her phone pinged and she sunk into the sofa cushiness as she read his response. You are a treat and a delight, my girl.
Hanging on to every word, she closed her eyes and imagined his reaction to her gift.
Chapter 6
Kate knew from conversations overheard at Brad’s dinner party that he was scheduled to be out of town for the next few days. She took the opportunity to immerse herself in a number of committee meetings while she spent her evenings catching up on some reading.
Elisse called on Wednesday morning, wondering if Kate would join her for lunch. She desperately needed to get out of the office, and she was sure Elisse was curious to know how the dinner party had ended after her departure.
Kate wasn’t sure how much she was willing to share with her, but was eager to get her insight into how she should proceed with Brad.
Kate was wearing a chic grey pencil skirt that extended to her midcalf. She had paired it with an ivory cashmere jumper accented with a double pearl necklace. The weather was dry enough that she was able to wear a pair of charcoal pointy-toe Prada pumps.
They planned to meet at Porta Venezia, a delightful Italian bistro just a few blocks from city hall.
