Chapter 1
Nina van Plante claimed center stage behind the bar at Tangerine's. Men craned their heads to see that shapely ass clad in a pair of dark tights bend; when Nina righted herself, jutting tits hardly disciplined by a lacy corset bounced until they attained equilibrium. Her shoulder-length brown hair whipped from side to side, framing a beautifully sculpted face. The subdued lighting artificially erased the lines of time from Nina's face. Few realized she was forty-four years old, the mother of two children and recently divorced-nor did they care, considering the prolonged stares leveled at her.
The beauty of Nina was not restricted solely to her physical appearance. Her efficiency behind the bar balanced the equation. Nina could mix drinks with dizzying speed. Operating the blender, pouring from bottles, managing the dispenser with its various buttons were masterfully juggled. Nina knew her job cold. A server rattling off a complicated cocktail order would have it filled in a flash. Nina was acutely aware of the public's preference for dispatch. That skill won her a throng of regulars.
Nina assessed her tip jar throughout intervals. Her "take" had been respectable for a Friday night. Tangerine's attracted a crowd of young professionals from the Lincoln Park area who eagerly shed a week's worth of aggravation to mingle with their contemporaries. Nina profited from their need to separate themselves from the hectic pace of their careers and recall simpler pleasures. The men scanned the female population with a discriminating eye, while the women, keen to the evaluation process, dressed competitively. The chemical reaction that occurred when both genders inhabited in the same turf abounded. Nina invariably sensed the vibrations, particularly when couples began pairing off and heading for the exit.
Kirk Butler, one of her young and devoted admirers, had not stirred from his stool for the past hour. He was perfectly content spending the evening nursing a beer and gazing at Nina. Tall, blond and twenty-one, Kirk could have easily lined himself up with female companionship any night of the week. Although he acknowledged the press of women and their tantalizing curves, his attention was reserved for Nina. The ogling of the men who visited Tangerine's did not disturb Kirk. He exuded a confidence in her wanting him later, after all the lights were shut, the doors locked and glasses washed. He made a practice of attending to her fulfillment before seeking his. Kirk was an extraordinary, caring lover.
Kirk seemed especially horny, judging from the slant of his rugged features. Nina looked forward to their excursion, which generally occurred during the wee hours of the night. She formed an addiction to Kirk's dotage. The thrill of receiving that ardent tongue or urgent cock never dulled. Kirk introduced a fervor she had not known through twenty-two years of marriage. Her ex-husband, Jim, had been neglectful in bed. Kirk took a refreshing approach that guaranteed curled toes and delicious aches lasting for days.
Nina temporarily shelved all thought of that evening's festivities and concentrated on her primary responsibilities. Buck, the owner of Tangerine's, entrusted her with its sleek operation-from tending bar to supervising the employees. Priding himself for his entrepreneurial instincts, Buck had embarked upon organizing new business ventures. He occasionally stopped by to check on things, but essentially left matters in Nina's capable hands. Nina found the role of manager to her liking. She had a natural flair for assuming control without stepping on toes or alienating her subordinates. Her buoyant personality often rescued the day and was a critical component in a bustling atmosphere such as a drinking establishment.
"I am going out of my mind," griped Conchetta Martino, one of Tangerine's most stunning waitresses. Her ultra-slim figure decked in its baby doll pajama uniform kept mouths watering. "I cannot keep up."
Nina displayed no sign of wear. Calmly, she listened to Conchetta recite nearly a half-dozen drink combinations, then went on to create them. Though Conchetta's thick accent could lend itself to error, Nina translated her orders with ease. Nina even learned some of Conchetta's explosive curses and could fluently repeat them in Spanish. In less than five minutes, her order was completely filled and sitting on a tray, ready for delivery. "Hang in there."
"That's easy for you to say. You know what you're doing."
Before she could utter another syllable, Conchetta whisked into the herd. Nina shook her head in resignation. The young woman did not fare well under pressure; fortunately, she was popular with the customers.
Nina gravitated to the end of the bar where Kirk sat. She did a quick inspection of his beer. Kirk, not much of a drinker, barely touched his mug. "Want a fresh one?" she asked, wiping the counter with a bar cloth.
"I want to get you home as soon as possible," he muttered.
"You do? What, dare I ask, have you in mind?"
His grin remained fixed. "I'm already sitting here with a hard-on. Getting into specifics would be my undoing."
Nina loved hearing how much he wanted her. Although she fostered no illusions about perpetuating their relationship, she savored it while it lasted. Nina realized Kirk's taste in women was in its infancy; gradually, it would evolve. Though he insisted she was the only woman he desired, Nina refrained from taking his word at face value. Clearly, she conveyed that monogamy was not among her objectives. Nina treasured her freedom and wished to pursue other men; even that hadn't diluted his affection for her. Kirk prevailed over any negative argument she launched. He asserted that she would come to terms with his love for her and abandon her obsession with other men.
Nina thought Kirk wonderfully naive.
"I'll try not to be too long," she advised, "but I am left accountable for closing up."
"I think I can manage to sit tight until then-but don't expect to get a whole lot of sleep. I'm primed for a marathon."
Nina smirked. "Sounds like my lucky night."
"Ohhhhhhh," she sobbed, nearly three hours later. Kirk's tongue went into overdrive. It sank smoothly into Nina's wet cunt after dividing its lush, pink lips. Nina's head rolled back. She lurched on the futon, throwing her legs farther apart. Her apartment echoed with her passionate cries.
Kirk noisily devoured her, unable to get enough. Planting his mouth over her snatch, he went about sucking its juices. He delved into that succulent hollow, gleaning its sugary moisture. Mmmmmmmm. Nina's excitement oozed onto his tongue.
They hadn't walked through the door five minutes and he steered her to the futon. Her tights had been removed with dispatch; before Nina gained her bearings, Kirk went down on her. Her narrow thighs shook around his face. Kirk, oblivious to her blissful agony, dipped into that hot pussy and collected her honeyed secretions.
Nina grasped Kirk by the shoulders, attempting to attain her composure. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was starved for it. She watched his tip wriggle furiously over her clit. Air whistled through her clenched teeth, signaling her sharp intake. Nina tracked the flow of his tongue, from one corner of her pussy to the other, but the rousing commotion he precipitated mounted to an intense level.
"It's like liquid sugar," he muttered before plunging his mouth down over her cunt. His lips attached with a vengeance. "Mmmmmm."
"Jesus," Nina moaned, arching her spine. Her nipples swelled through the corset. She twisted from the electric current that flowed through her body. Kirk's persistence endangered her air supply. His circular movements were indescribable. "Oh, yes. Keep going, baby. Bring me there. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhh."
Kirk exuded confidence. He knew he could bring Nina to swift orgasm. When he recognized the signs, he instantly reduced the speed of his tongue. Breaking his rhythm sent Nina careening. She jerked in the futon, visibly tormented until Kirk's relentless lash had her climbing once again. Nina could never acclimatize herself to one set cadence. Kirk's mood fluctuated: sometimes he insisted upon making her cum quickly, then conversely, he longed to delay her gratification.
She gazed between her legs and studied the curling fury of his tongue. It dabbed her juicy flesh, then drew thrilling rings until it encountered her clit. The air became trapped in her lungs while anticipating its crazed assault. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Kirk whipped her into a frenzy. His warm breath, coming in huffing waves, added to the electrifying prickle.
"Oh, Jesus," Nina wailed, her pupils curving high in their sockets. "Ohhhhhhhh. That's it, baby. Don't stop. Please. Oh, please. Keep it coming."
Kirk obeyed. He acknowledged the infusion to her senses and maintained the thread of continuity. Nina's fractured cries aroused him. He eagerly ate her cunt, gulping her tangy sap. Tracing its pulpy borders, he gleaned its crannies of zesty dew. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Nina, in his opinion, was a blend of rich flavors. He never tired of drinking her juices, nor witnessing her winded response.
He massaged the flesh around her pussy while he lapped. Nina was firm, yet marvelously soft. Her tremors were strong and abundant. He was swollen from watching her squirm beneath the designs of his wriggling tip. His cock palpitated wildly. The thought of sliding himself into that wet, grabbing cunt almost triggered his orgasm. He resolved to take it in stride, rather than working himself into hysteria. He aimed to enjoy that pussy's heavenly embrace several times before dawn.
Nina lifted her ass from the futon and framed Kirk's joyous expression with her thighs. His oral latch completed the circuit. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She counted herself lucky to have landed such a talented lover. Where had that twenty-one-year-old learned the art of cunt-lapping? His skills were fully developed when he came to her. She taught him nothing. Nina simply knew she could not do without it.
Sex was much better beyond forty, Nina concluded. She had never known satisfaction as she had now with her young lover. Those infrequent couplings she had with her ex-husband had fallen into such a mundane pattern, they paled in comparison. Nina had placed a low priority on sex during her married life; it ranked much higher now that she was single. Her appetite for pleasure was perpetual. While tending bar, her erotic antennae encountered the wavelengths of many studs who vied for the opportunity to service her.
Nina, however, refused to be insensitive Kirk. If he were present, she took no action on the invitations sent her.
Her reflections reverted to the present when Kirk sank his tongue into her pussy. He undulated so that every notch was alert to his entrance. She moaned, enduring that overwhelming flutter.
"Oh, yeah," she purred, "fuck me with your tongue. Cram it into my snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Make me smile down there."
He sliced through the layers of tasty squish and provided wriggling penetration. When he decided she'd had enough, he plucked himself from her saturated depths, then devoted himself to cleaning the profusion of nectar. The outcome of his furious expedition had been impressive. Nina seeped with joy. He licked the drenched patch to her undisguised delight, concentrating on her enlarged button.
"like that," Nina sputtered, thrusting herself at that tongue. "Yes, baby. like that."
Her hips rolled as though magnetically charged. Nina, scarcely aware of her arrangement on the futon, submitted to that spectacular tip. Anchored to it, she pressed up against Kirk's face, unable to contain the ferocity in her loins. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Orgasm was within her reach. Faster and faster she jerked, chasing that compelling urge.
Kirk, pleased to see Nina losing it, sustained the momentum. His tongue went at full throttle. He slapped saliva over her tremulous cunt. A shudder began building around his curving tip. He bore down and provided her responsive pussy unswerving bliss.
Nina clasped both her tits, encompassing the protruding nipples with her thumbs while scaling the heights. Kirk invariably brought her to that woozy point in which pleasure came upon her like a tidal wave. He licked her shimmering pink flesh until her chin went high and she stiffened. A muffled scream followed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she sputtered, feeding him her hot juices. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She ground herself to his face, smearing him with the proof of her orgasm. "Oh, yeah."
Kirk's head remained buried between Nina's legs long after her breathing grew steady. When he sat up, Nina engaged him with sex-lazy eyes. The suggestive slant of her lips spurred his lust. Her nipples were hugely distended. Holding her legs apart, she beckoned him.
"Now I need the other part of you," she uttered in a bewitching drawl. She squeezed her sensitive mound. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I want something hard inside me."
Kirk's hand dropped to his belt buckle. She saw the heft of his cock through his pants. The purr of his zipper brought a curve to her lips. God, she loved that sound. The rustle of loosened pants down his thighs was another she fancied. The shape of his swollen member through his Calvin Klein underwear made her drool. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic rim and yanked it over his hips. That thick, satisfying cock sprang out at her.
Trembling, Nina held her arms up to him. "Now, baby. Do me now."
The invitation did not bear repeating. Kneeling before her, Kirk leaned into the slack lips of her pussy. His bulbous head disappeared behind its sluiced borders.
"Oh, Christ," Kirk groaned, overcome by that warm, wet embrace. Nina's walls crushed him. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Let me put it where it belongs."
Nina fastened her legs about his waist. Her heels dug into his buttocks, simplifying his push. She caressed the upper muscles of his back with her nails while purring in his ear. Kirk fit the rest of himself in her pussy with a gasp. For a moment, he remained completely still and savored initial contact with Nina's sodden core.
His hard dick eventually commenced its rhythmic stroke. Both gained considerable pleasure from the wet, tingling lock of her cunt lips. Their luxurious coupling was accented by irregular breathing. The sweat began to spill from their pores. The wonderful ache of connecting sent them reeling.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Nina moaned, taking that rigid thing into her snatch. Kirk's uniform thrusts were appreciated. He appeased the yearning that rumbled inside her. His twenty-one-year-old cock afforded her enormous pleasure. Her forty-four-year-old pussy offered the same proposition, if his strained expression was an indication. Reaching around him, she caressed his buttocks. They flexed beneath her raking nails. Kirk sank into her hot squish. She experienced his descent with a giddy rush.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Kirk gazed tenderly at Nina while fucking her. He loved studying her pinched countenance while her head lounged from side to side. Pistoning his hips, he submerged himself in that soaked cunt, then pulled back at a swifter rate. Nina constricted about him to an elevated degree. Her pussy sucked at the skin of his cock, causing it to tingle while in motion. An agitation developed in his balls, radiating through him. Roughly, he plowed into her cozy receptacle while that sensation amplified. Unable to curb the ferocious impulses that inhabited his flesh, he merely catered to them. He plunged wildly into that juicy snatch, consummating an arresting thrill. Nina swallowed him in one lunge, gripping his heavy base. His balls spanked her inner thighs.
The enjoyment he received from Nina was much too complex to duplicate in another woman. He was oblivious to the gap in their generations. Nina, in his eyes, was ageless.
Nina focused upon that swollen member, shifting back and forth in her cunt. Ohhhhhhh. Kirk was jammed to the hilt. His solid, thriving flesh had her soaring. Although its proportions weren't immense, the enthusiasm behind his pumping held her captive. Nina adjusted to his size and obtained ample gratification. Attuned to his vibrations, she eagerly shoved her pussy at him. He tilled it with his young, hungry dick. She moaned when absorbing it. Kirk's rigidity knocked the wind from her lungs. Frantically, she rubbed that hard spike with his slick pussy. He massaged her love button with his converging strokes. "Faster," she implored. "Ohhhhhhhh. Faster."
Kirk serviced her without fail. He increased his tempo. Gritting his teeth, he pushed and pulled his cock through that clinging pulp. Nina luxuriously massaged him. He could scarcely neglect the thrill she furnished in enclosing him. The thud of his groin against hers pricked his ears. Nina's abbreviated gasps, cut short by the repetitious slap of his balls, fueled his desire. The urge to cum was stronger than ever. Kirk attempted to resist it in favor of bringing Nina to climax again. Her fulfillment generally took precedence.
That nagging weakness, however, threatened to subdue him. Fucking a hot, sexy woman like Nina depleted his staying power. He could not help noticing the color reflected in her cheeks, the tremble of her lips, the mistiness in her eyes. He sliced through juicy pulp, more determined than ever to see her achieve happiness.
"I'm going to cum," Nina announced as beads of perspiration cropped at her brow. She squeezed his muscled buns. Her clit sizzled beneath his grinding cock. "Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Don't stop."
Kirk groaned, tapping resources he rarely used.
Nina caught sight of his handsome face mired with sweat. His dedication to please her was a powerful stimulant. Fiercely clenching his shaft, she ground herself to him. Their groins pressed together while that explosive feeling towered. Her clit throbbed from that continuous lumber of his swollen thing. His bone-solid shaft furnished an exciting conflict. She soared.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Nina blurted, convulsing. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Yes."
Kirk barely heard her verbal joy. Hot jism splattered her pussy. Gnashing his teeth, he surrendered to the compelling strength of her pussy. "Arrrrggghhhhhh. Arrrggghhhhhh."
Thrashing about on the futon, Nina felt those dense spurts. Knowing she had pleased her man filled her with a sense of accomplishment.
Nina thought Kirk would pull out and lay with her during that sweet afterglow. True to his word, Kirk wanted a marathon. His cock hadn't lost a fraction of its might. Before emitting its last drop, his dick resumed its voracious rhythm. Kirk was exercising his rites of youthful manhood. His enthusiasm was often tireless.
The persistent press of his thing gradually revived Nina's thirst. She settled back into the futon and provided him a willing pussy.
It did not take much to start her engine-not when the mechanic behind the hood possessed the skill in revving it to its full potential.