by Holly Ardent
Chris' ears perked up at that.
Not suitable for wearing outside? What did she pack?
“Come on,” he said. “It's only a few hundred yards away, shouldn't take more than ten minutes to go check.”
Ten minutes later they were back in the cabin, Brenda carrying a backpack that had been about ten feet from the bush Chris had found her under. She looked around the cabin for a moment.
“You said something about cleaning clothes? How do you do that here?” she asked.
Chris pulled out a metal wash bucket from a cabinet under the sink.
“In here. Heat some water on the stove, I had to use lukewarm before which might be part of the problem, then pour it in here mixed with some cold. Then you use bar soap and scrub the clothes in the water. Rinse 'em with cold water after you're all done.”
Brenda looked at the clothes she was wearing doubtfully.
“I think these are going to have to soak for a while if any of these stains are going to come out. I know they all won't, but just having them cleaner will be wonderful.”
“Well, you can also use the same water, before you put your clothes in it, to take kind of a sponge bath type of thing. Use that washcloth on the rack there for that.”
She smiled at him.
“Thank you, for this, the food, finding me and bringing me here. I really mean it, thank you. Like I said, if you have those thoughts just let me know and I'm willing to indulge you. I don't know what else I'll be able to do to help around here, so...”
He kept his own smile from lighting up his face, thinking it would be inappropriate.
“You're sure you wouldn't mind?” he asked.
“No, you're nice, so far at least. That, just by itself, would be a big change. And I'm pretty sure you aren't going to force me to do anything I don't want to do. Just the fact that you asked if I'm sure tells me that.”
Chris put a pan of water on the stove.
“I'll go outside and haul some more water so you can do your wash. This pan should only take a few minutes to get warm enough for your sponge bath, then you can put on the other clothes you were talking about before you wash those.”
She nodded and reached for the bar of soap and wash cloth he'd pointed out earlier. Chris grabbed the larger bucket he hauled water in and headed for the spring after turning the radio on.
“It's almost time for the news,” he said. “Maybe we can find out what's going on.”
He made sure he was out for at least ten minutes before he came back to the cabin. When he did, he knocked on the door first.
“You decent in there?” he called.
“Sure, come on in. The water you had on the stove is boiling now so it ought to be good to mix.”
He walked in and almost dropped the bucket of water he'd been carrying. Brenda's other clothes turned out to be a thin, white shirt. A summery kind of thing that was completely translucent. Beneath it she wore a pair of plain white panties, on the bottom at least. Chris could see that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra under the shirt. The dark circles of her areolae were visible through the fabric, her nipples making prominent bumps in the centers of the circles.
I thought it was warm in the cabin now, but from the look of her nipples either it isn't or the water she used to wash with was still damned cold, he thought.
He blinked several times, made sure his jaw wasn't hanging open, then carried the water bucket to the wash bucket. He dumped it in, then managed to find a chair to sit in before he fell over. He couldn't help but watch as Brenda poured in the boiling water, then tossed her filthy clothes in there.
The sight of her had nearly driven his desire for news out of his mind, but now the newscast caught his attention.
“Riots in New York City, Los Angeles, and many other major towns are now causing a draw down on the national guard members that had been trying to contain riots in the smaller towns,” the announcer said.
Brenda reached towards the radio, but looked at Chris.
“Can I shut this off? It sounds like the rest of the country is like our town here, only worse because the population is higher.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, go ahead. I don't know that I want to hear any more and they'll repeat the news next hour if I decide that I do.”
Brenda broke into a grin and switched the radio off. Then she stretched, arching her back which forced her nipples to become even more visible through the thin white fabric.
“I just feel so good being clean again,” she said when she caught Chris staring at her.
“Um,” Chris said, “I'm definitely having those thoughts again.”
“I thought you might, after all I knew what other clothes were in my bag. I should've brought something more useful, but this has always been my favorite shirt. I wasn't thinking very well when I packed, so that's the only other clothing I tossed in the bag.”
Chris stood, realizing that he was going to have to take the lead if anything were going to happen. He took her hand and led her to the bed he'd offered her to sleep in.
“Have a seat,” he said.
Brenda sat on the edge of the bed and Chris reached over and pushed her legs apart. The panties she were wearing slid down easily, although she sighed when he took them in hand.
“Sorry, should I stop?” he asked.
“No, no, I offered. It just seems like a waste of time is all. I know I'm not going to get much out of it, but this is for you not me, so go ahead.”
He pushed her backwards so she was lying down across the bed, her spread legs making her pussy available to him. Her pubic hair was short, as though she trimmed it regularly, and he wasn't sure why. Rather than ask though, he put his mouth to better use.
His finger reached out, trailing down the slit he could see through her short pubic hair. Following right behind his finger was his mouth. When his lips and tongue first touched her pussy, she startled, rising halfway into a sitting position.
“Hush,” he said. “Even if you don't think you'll enjoy it, this should get you wet enough for me to do you. Lubricant didn't make the short list of things to bring here.”
She laid back down and he went to work on her pussy, trying to get her turned on enough that she'd get wet. He ran his tongue up her slit and realized that she'd run the washcloth through there. If she hadn't the taste would probably have been unpleasant. As it was, there was barely any taste at all.
His tongue slid up to her clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he started pushing it around, pressing down through the flesh that protected it, then sticking the tip of his tongue under that flesh to reach the sensitive nubbin itself.
Brenda's breath came out with a gasp.
“Oh! What are you doing?” she asked.
That sounds like she likes what I'm doing, and that I've actually gotten her attention.
Instead of answering, Chris moved a hand up to push the covering of flesh from her clit, then started caressing it with his tongue.
Once again Brenda gasped and, this time, she reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it into her crotch and holding it there.
I never would've guessed from how she talked about it, but maybe she isn't such a dead fish at all, he thought.
His nostrils were assaulted by a sweet, musky smell. He directed his tongue down to her slit and found that now she was very wet. Her juices were flowing, filling her pussy.
He lapped at them for a moment, savoring the taste, before moving his tongue back up to her clit. As he licked it, her grip tightened and he had to push back with his head to keep licking her. Evidently she realized that forcing him closer in wasn't going to get her what she wanted because her grip loosened, although she kept her hand where it was.
Chris leaned in, his open lips sliding above and below her clit. He closed them and put a gentle pressure on it before his tongue took over, the tip of it brushing against the top of her clit over and over at a rapid pace.
Brenda moaned and this time her hand came
away from the back of his head. She flopped back on the bed, her body quivering with pleasure. Chris saw that and redoubled his efforts, squeezing her clit a little more tightly and trying to speed up his tongue even more. The hand that had been holding her hood out of the way moved to her pussy and he slid a finger into her. He started pumping the finger and she tensed.
With his tongue on her clit and his finger fucking her pussy, Chris was in heaven. He knew it was only going to get better since she'd already consented to being fucked, but now he thought he just might be able to give her her first orgasm. Something he'd never thought a woman her age wouldn't have already experienced.
Brenda cried out, the sounds gibberish instead of words, but Chris heard the pleasure in them anyhow. With her body tense and quivering, he continued what he was doing and watched her. A few moments later her entire body tensed even further before the tension slacked off and her body went limp with relaxation.
He quickly removed his finger from her pussy and his mouth from her clit. He slid up on the bed alongside of her and sneaked a hand up under the shirt, targeting her breasts. When he had one in his hand, he got comfortable and just stroked the smooth flesh of her breasts, occasionally moving his fingers to the hard nipple that tented her shirt.
“What...” she started.
She stopped, swallowed, then licked her lips.
“What was that?” she asked.
“If I'm not mistaken, you aren't a dead fish at all. I think that was your first orgasm.”
“I never had anyone do that to me before,” she said. “That was fucking incredible.”
“I do enjoy going down on my partners,” he said. “More often than not I can get them to orgasm before I ever even pull my cock out of my pants. Normally it makes them much more likely to orgasm again from getting fucked too.”
“More of that? Oh hell yeah, but I want to do something else first. I've gone down on my partners even if they never went down on me. Got damned good at it too because sometimes I could do that and not have to have them fuck me. I wonder how much I remember after all these years,” she said.
“I'm more than happy to help you find out,” Chris said.
He kicked off his shoes, then slid his jeans and underwear off, dropping them on the floor. When he laid back down, his erection jutted into the air.
Brenda reached over and stroked his cock. Her fingernail ran from the head, down his shaft, to his balls and the light contact from it had his cock surging even more erect than it had been. She wrapped her hand around the base of it, then lowered her head, parting her lips slightly.
The head of his cock sliding between those slightly parted lips was one of the best feelings he could remember. She didn't let her lips easily spread more as she drove her mouth down on his cock, instead it felt as though she were making his erection force her lips apart.
As his cock sank into her warm, wet mouth, forcing its way between her lips, Chris heaved a heavy sigh of relief. The pleasure was almost overwhelming and he thought that he probably ought to warn her about that.
“I don't know how long it'll be until I cum. What you're doing already is awesome and feels incredible.”
She slid herself up and took her mouth off of his shaft.
“Whenever you want, go ahead. Just give me a second or two of warning, okay? Don't worry, this doesn't count towards whatever you wanted to do, whatever thoughts were crossing your mind.”
She winked at him.
“This is just me thanking you for teaching me that sex can be good,” she said, “I guess I just had lousy partners before.”
He nodded and put his hand to the back of her head. When he pushed, she happily parted her lips again, driving herself down onto his cock. He pushed a little harder and she acquiesced again, sliding him deep into her mouth.
He groaned and focused hard on trying not to cum. It was hard with this hot, older, mom sucking his cock like it was her reason for being. She pushed her head down farther, sliding him into the top of her throat if he had to guess. At least something seemed tighter on the head of his cock now.
Once she'd done that she paused for a few seconds, then pulled her mouth up his shaft and took a deep breath.
“Still got it,” she muttered under her breath.
Then she drove herself down his shaft with a vengeance, taking him just as deep as she just had but immediately reversing direction and sliding up. She kept that up and within a minute or two Chris knew he was lost.
“I'm going to cum soon,” he cried.
She gave him a thumbs up, then changed her rhythm. Now she only bobbed about three quarters of the way down his cock instead of all the way. Deep down in his balls he knew it was only a matter of seconds now. Then the feeling grew and spread up the shaft of his cock and before he knew it he was spurting his load into her mouth.
At the first sign of his cum Brenda stopped bobbing and tightened her lips on his shaft. Then she started sucking and swallowing. For a few seconds Chris was sure that he'd have a hickey when she was finally done, but she eased off on the suction as he continued to cum. Twice, he thought he was done and she started the suction again, getting him to spurt several more times. After the second time, she finally loosened the grip of her lips on his cock, letting him slide out.
“Thank you,” she said.
Is she talking about for giving her an orgasm, or for cumming for her, or what? I don't have a clue, he thought.
“You're welcome,” he said.
For whatever it was, he added mentally.
She grinned at him, the corners of her mouth turning up before she chuckled softly.
“So, are those thoughts still crossing your mind?” she asked.
He stared at her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, then moved his gaze down to her pussy, not quite concealed by her closely trimmed pubic hair.
“They've never left it, to be honest,” he said. “I just don't know if I'll be able to do anything about them for a little while.”
“How long?” she asked.
“Probably ten or fifteen minutes? I don't know, I never timed it. Not very long though, and probably less time than normal since I'm feeling kind of motivated.”
He leered at her breasts through the shirt. Brenda caught his look and her smile started to fade, until his leer broke into a smile of his own and he started laughing.
“Why you...” she started, then let the sentence hang as she joined him in laughter.
* * *
Regardless of his mock leer, Chris really did want to get his hands, and his mouth, on her breasts.
“So, I can think of a way to kill the time,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow at him and gestured for him to continue.
Instead of speaking he reached out and took the lower edge of her shirt, then slowly lifted it, giving her time to stop him if she were so inclined. Instead of stopping him, she leaned forward slightly, making it easier for him to remove her shirt.
When he had it off and tucked to the side, he stared at her chest. Her breasts were impressive, if not huge, but what really caught his attention were her nipples. They were significantly larger than any he'd had the fortune to play with before. Their dark pink color was why her nipples and areolae had been so easy to see through her shirt. The darker pink had been set off by the thin white cloth.
Her nipples still looked as though they were already hard, but he wondered. It was decidedly warm in the cabin now, so that wouldn't explain it, but maybe she was still turned on from what they'd done. He reached out to stroke one of them and was startled when, at his touch, it grew even larger.
Holy shit! That's right, she had a kid, they must've gotten bigger when she breastfed then never shrunk again after. Oh man, I can't wait to get my mouth on that, and you know what? I don't have to wait.
He leaned forward, sliding her nipple between his lips. It was firm, but with a rubbery texture, and probably as long as the last digit of middle finger, although a little thicker.
As he sucked it into his mouth, he would've sworn that it grew even firmer.
Brenda let out a contented sigh as he started sucking.
“That feels so good,” she said. “None of the guys I had sex with ever wanted anything but my pussy. And they only wanted to stick their cocks in it, not play with it.”
Chris let go of her nipple for the moment.
“Then they were complete and utter idiots. You've got an awesome body to play with. I'm sorry they made you think there was something wrong with sex. You missed out on years of fun.”
He leaned over to her other breast and clamped his lips on that nipple.
“Maybe, but I got to raise my boy the right way. And it isn't too late, right? I can still learn about all that fun you said I missed out on.”
I'll show you anything you want about sex, he thought. I'd say she just has to ask, but if she was really that uninterested, she might not know what to ask about. I'll have to remember that, and maybe make some suggestions.
His hands reached out, his fingers stroking the smooth skin of her breasts as he sucked on her nipple. He kept at it, switching his mouth from nipple to nipple, until he felt her hand wrap around his cock, her whole hand, which meant that he was erect again.
“So, are you ready to go back to where we were when I so rudely interrupted you?” she asked.
“If that's rude? Please be rude to me whenever you like.”
She smirked.
“I did mention that I used to be really good at that.”
“Yes you did, and you weren't lying either.”
When his fingers moved over to her pussy to see if she was still ready to be done, he found that she was even wetter than she had been earlier on.
I guess she enjoyed going down on me or something? he thought. Not that there's anything wrong with that at all. She can do that anytime she likes.
Brenda was sitting up, so he gently pushed on her shoulder.
“Lie down for me and I'll take up where we were when you interrupted,” he said with a grin.
He pushed her legs open once she was on her back, then knelt between them.
