Chapter 2
It was three drinks later, and things were moving right along on schedule.
Okay, so I figured it would take two and it had taken three, but Lorna held her sauce pretty well.
I had managed to ease my way over on that sofa so that we were only a scant few inches apart.
Oh, I realized I still had a lot of sweet talking ahead of me, but I certainly had narrowed the gap considerably from the time that she had arrived less than an hour before.
"You really are a remarkable young man, Eddy." Lorna shook her head. "I like the way you fix drinks. I like, too, the fact that you're not afraid to call a spade a spade."
"Or a beautiful woman a beautiful woman." I grinned. "You really are groovy, Lorna."
"Why, thank you, darling, I didn't know you cared." She laughed.
"You never asked."
"Now don't get fresh, dearie. Just because I'm unwinding a little and having a few drinks with you, doesn't mean that I'm going to go any further."
"No, I guess not," I grinned. "But I hope you aren't the kind who thinks it's a shame if a guy makes a pass at you."
"No, I can't say that I am. As a matter-of-fact, I'm flattered."
"It shouldn't be anything all that unusual. You're a very beautiful woman. I can hardly believe that you've got three kids."
"Well, I sure appreciate the compliments, Eddy. I sure wish that my husband took the interest in me that you took. Of course, I'm afraid the old boy is tired out. Very tired out."
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"Oh, he's spending a lot of extra hours at the office. By the time he gets home, he's usually all conked out. No, I must say that I've been very bored lately."
"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"That's the way it goes, I guess. Marriage is no bed of roses."
"Maybe not. I'm not married, so I can't say."
"You will be sometime."
"Who knows."
"A handsome young guy like you? Of course you will be."
"Maybe I'll avoid it." I grinned. "What with the population explosion and all, I'm not all that eager to have kids. But as for scoring with chicks, hell, getting married might cramp my style. I can have a lot freer run being single."
"Yes, you do have a point there." Lorna smiled."
"Of course I do."
"I really like the way you talk, Eddy. You really let it all hang out. That's good. I wish my husband was a bit like you. You know, he can be such a stuffed shirt."
"He wasn't at least three times," I grinned.
"Oh, you nasty boy. No, he's done it to me a few more times than that. Actually, he usually wants to do it once a week, when he's feeling pretty good anyway. Usually it's on Saturday, but it's pretty damned dull."
"You mean even sex is dull? I thought you were complaining about not getting enough."
"Yes, I am. It's just that, even when he is going to do it, it seems to lack feeling. That's the way it is with so many married people. I've talked to women I know and they say the same thing. The whole process becomes so damned mechanical. It's unfortunate. As a matter-of-fact, it's worse than that. It's downright tragic."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's a fact of life."
I was happy that Lorna was leveling with me. And it made me extra delighted to see that she was so willing to talk about it. Sex was the very subject that I had on my mind.
I reached over and let my arm drape around her shoulders.
"You're such a beautiful chick, Lorna," I said softly.
"Come on now, Eddy, let's not act crazy."
"I'm not acting crazy, I'm just letting nature take its course. You're a beautiful woman. I want to kiss you, baby."
"Come on now. Let's knock this thing off before it gets ridiculous."
"I don't think of any of this as ridiculous. I think it's beautiful."
"Look at the difference in our ages."
"Only a little bit of difference."
"Yeah, like almost twenty years."
"That doesn't mean a damned thing," I said with determination. "Not when the woman is as young and fresh as you are."
"Oh, I wish that were true."
"But it is true."
Now I leaned forward and made my first truly bold move. I let my lips come to rest against hers, permitting them to press eagerly against her mouth.
My lips remained locked against hers for several seconds, after which I removed them.
"Okay, baby, I'm going to have a little fun with you," I smiled.
"Let's stop now, before things get any more dangerous."
"The big danger would be not doing anything. By the way, I love that micro-mini of yours. It's so damned revealing."
"Yes, it is."
"Just the appropriate thing for you to wear." I laughed. "I love those jet skirts."
"What makes you call it a jet skirt?"
"Oh, because if you lift it just a little, a guy can see your cockpit."
"Oh, are you ever a riot." She chuckled softly at the joke.
"Thank you, baby. But speaking of cockpit, I'd like to touch yours just now."
I reached out with my right hand, allowing it to move up her creamy white thigh.
She allowed me to reach beneath her micro-mini. I felt around the edge of her silky white panties, then maneuvered my finger inside those panties.
I touched her mound, feeling my way around the pubic hairs toward her vagina. I knew how to get her hot but fast. I touched her clitoris, and as I did so, her whole body began to shake.
"Oh, that's too much," Lorna said. "Please remove your fingers, baby. You're going to have me exploding right now. Oh, honey, I'm so hot. You've got me so horny."
I removed my fingers from her mound, then let them trail over toward my trousers.
I reached out and began to unzip my trousers, and as I did so she watched.
"Oh my, now I'm going to see that hard rod of yours." she sighed.
I had that hot stick in my right hand, and was holding onto it proudly.
I held it out in full view, giving her every opportunity to gaze at its wondrous lengthy splendor.
"Come on and take it away from me," I said. "Come on, baby. You're horny and you know it. Tell the truth. Come on, sweetheart, work that tongue of yours over my cock."
"Oh, we shouldn't do that. I'm such a good friend of your mother's."
"That doesn't have to have anything to do with it. It's just the two of us alone in this room, it's between us, sweetheart."
"Oh, darling."
At that point Lorna reached out and took my cock away from me.
She began to pump on it with her right hand, and as she did so, I could see her practically drooling. She wanted that cock badly, she wanted it inside her mouth.
"Come on and go down on it." I exclaimed. "Come on and shove that red tongue against it. Come on, baby, and eat it, come on and eat that hot rod of mine. You want it, baby you really want it."
"Oh yes, it feels so good running my fingers over it," she sighed. "I don't know what's come over me, baby, these weird feelings are going through me. Oh, I feel so strange about all this."
"Switch to the sucking now!" I exclaimed. "I need it, honey. You're going to get a hot load of juice. Go after that juice. Start working that tongue."
Now she leaned her head downward, sticking her tongue out and letting it lap against the tip of my huge spear.
Up and down she eagerly worked her tongue, going to work on that hot meat of mine.
I was burning up with passion from the movements she was putting forth, and the longer that Lorna kept it up, the more frantically my body began to quiver as I sat on that luscious, comfortable sofa.
"Oh, keep working on it," I exclaimed. "Just keep that tongue sliding on that rod of mine. I want you to enjoy it, baby. I want you to enjoy every bit of it."
Now she was really working that tongue of hers, providing me with fantastic sensations as she continued the movements from the tip of my rod to the base of it.
With sweeping movements, she kept up the frantic efforts, driving her tongue at a fervent pace.
I could tell from the way she was picking up the pace that Lorna truly enjoyed it and she hadn't had many opportunities to go down on a long, virile cock.
As the tongue movements continued, and as her head bobbed up and down while she was making her way over my lengthy spear, she reached out with her right hand and began to manipulate those fingers of hers ever so securely around my testicles.
The balls were bulging, and the juice inside them would soon be exploding at a rapid rate as she kept up the fervent licking.
Up and down she continued to work her tongue over my hot meat. The longer that she did so, the closer I drew toward that great pinnacle of climax.
"Keep working the tongue," I exclaimed. "I really like what you're doing, baby. Come on and keep that tongue of yours working. Maneuver that thing, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever like what you're doing. Drive that tongue of yours. Come on and drive it fast. Oh, drive it hard. I want it. Oh, I want the hot load. I want to explode it in your mouth. Come on with that tongue. Come on and drive it. Oh, come on and just slide it around. I like what you're doing with your fingers. Keep stabbing them on my balls. Keep up that hot action. Oh, I like the strokes. Oh, you're really stabbing, baby."
Lorna's movements were completely synchronized. She was moving her fingers at a great pace and she was licking that hard instrument of mine.
Now my cock and balls were bulging and I could feel my hot orgasm coming on. It wouldn't take long before the hot, white juices would begin to spurt out of the end of my organ.
"Keep stroking." I exclaimed. "Come on and work your tongue, baby. Drive it fast, drive it hard. Oh, I want it, baby, I really want it. Work that tongue. Work it fast, baby, work it."
Lorna was frantically bobbing her head up and down. I could see that she was looking forward to receiving every bit of my load, just as much as I was looking forward to giving it to her.
With scintillating passion Lorna kept sucking my cock, driving her tongue up and down the entire length of my huge, hot, bulging meat.
"Oh, you're going to be swallowing sperm soon," I said. "Just get set to eat it. Get set to eat every drop of that hot stuff, baby. It's really going to spill out of there. Oh, it's going to spill, baby. You're really going to get it now. You're going to get a fantastic sensation. Now go after the juice. Oh, go after that hot, delicious juice. It's really such tasty stuff, baby, it's a high protein diet. It's just the kind of stuff you need to eat, baby. Oh, go after it, baby."
My sexy talk provided Lorna with all the extra encouragement she needed and that head of hers continued to dart up and down as she put the finishing touches on the tongue stroking.
Her tongue was manipulating smoothly up and down the length of my bulging spear, and all the while her fingers were maneuvering around my balls.
A few hot strokes later I found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer.
The first few droplets of hot, white sperm bolted out of the tip of my penis.
I knew this was nothing but a tiny prelude to what was to follow, but it provided Lorna with just the kind of instinctive warning that she needed.
"Get set," I exclaimed. "Oh, there it is, there it is, in all its glory. Go after it, baby, go after every drop of that hot juice. Come on and go after every drop. Oh, I love it, you're great, baby. Stay with it, that's it. Stay with every drop of it. Oh, it's a delicious load, honey. I know you'll agree. Come on and eat it."
I was running my fingers through her hair as Lorna fervently attacked my cock, going after those juices that were spurting wildly out of the end of it.
It was a fantastically uninhibited licking session, and I was delighted to see her attitude when it came to actually collecting the juice.
Some of those chicks at school that I had succeeded in getting to blow me were petrified at the prospect of actually swallowing the stuff. First of all, it had been damned tough to even get them to go down on me, and then, after they had, some of them either wanted to spit it out, or wanted to just turn their heads away when it was spurting.
Fortunately, that wasn't the way that gorgeous red-haired woman reacted. She loved the hot sperm and she just couldn't seem to get enough of it.
I watched that gorgeous mouth of hers as she ate every morsel that shot from my bolting prick.
She was finally able to release her tongue from my organ, and as she did so, I could see a look of contentment on her face.
But not total contentment. She would only achieve that when I had succeeded in providing her with some extra sensations.
As for me, you can rest assured that I had plenty more tricks up my sleeve. I wanted to do it every which way with this marvelous gal, who was so much better than any of the chicks that
I'd done it with at school.
As far as I was concerned, they were just a bunch of damned kids compared to her. Whereas they were just learning their way around, this gorgeous woman knew where it was at.
It was to my advantage that her husband hadn't given her that much in the way of satisfaction, since that made her all the hungrier for passionate sex with me.
Somebody would have had to take advantage of such an obvious situation anyway, so it might just as well have been me.
As she looked at me, I sensed the urgency of the moment. Now that she had provided me with some great action, she was wondering what I would come up with next.
I could tell from the expression on her face, and from the business-like manner in which she had gone down on me, that she was hoping I would be able to reciprocate in a meaningful way.
"That was sure a great mouth job you gave me," I grinned.
"With a cock like that, I couldn't help but go wild."
"I hope I had enough juice for you."
"You certainly did. And you didn't see me drop any, did you?"
"No. That was as clean a job as I've ever seen."
"I'm not used to getting much sperm, and now that I've had a good young cock to lick, I couldn't help but feel fantastic."
"So I noticed. Well, baby, such beautiful activity shouldn't go unrewarded. I mean, turnabout should be fair play."