Now that Myrna/Alicia had come clean with her identity, it was getting more exciting. I remember Alicia from the wedding. Her sister didn’t include her in the wedding. She was stunning in her light lavender dress. It showed just enough to find a place in your memory forever. When Kathy started ordering staff around, Alicia would lower her head. Alicia just stayed out of Kathy’s way her entire life. After the wedding, I remember Alicia leaving the wedding alone.Â
My marriage, if that’s what it was, lasted about eight months. She started going her way, I started going mine. Yes, I did have a few affairs, but I’m not an angel. She got what she wanted. She was all greedy, nothing more.   I sometimes worked seven days a week for the extra money. Either it wasn’t enough money, or I wasn’t home enough. God, I hated it. So, we divorced.
It was kind of fun. Kathy got the house and the SUV. When she got the bills for the property tax and the insurance premiums on the car and house, she had a shit fit. I got an earful from her. I said, "call your lawyer." She called her lawyer, raising Hell.
He said, "you got them in the divorce. It is what you wanted, and it belongs to you.  He has no claim to them."
Myrna, I mean Alicia suggested I take a nice relaxing shower.   She said she would make up some sandwiches for lunch.  It didn’t take her long, because, within ten minutes, she was opening the shower door.
“Move over handsome and let a woman in here. I’ll wash your back for you.”
Alicia started washing my back, with one hand. Her other hand must have flunked anatomy. Her other hand was persuading me to forget about the shower. She started using her full breasts to “wash” my back so her left hand could become an accomplice with her right hand. Feeling her breasts rubbing on my back from my shoulders to my butt and with the massaging my balls and cock were getting, this shower is about over.
I turned to face Alicia. She had a smile of a sex kitten and was purring. I turned her around, announcing it was my turn to wash her back. She kept smiling and turned around thrusting her sweet, round butt at me. I took the washcloth and made a few passes on her back. The response I received was her butt swaying back and forth and pumping back and forth.Â
I used the washcloth to rub her hard nipples and the purring was getting louder. I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and continued “washing” her breasts. She pushed her butt back and I slid my blood-engorged cock into her warm, wet pussy. Her purring turned into moaning. I dropped the washcloth and began milking her boobs pressing her hard nipples between my thumb and finger.Â
Now, her hips were rocking back and forth as though she wanted to take over the pumping. I grabbed her hips and returned her rocking with my thrusting. Our bodies slapping against one another made the scene more erotic. Alicia’s moaning had turned to deep inhaling and exhaling. The faster her breathing, the faster her slamming into me. She was quietly groaning and grunting. Alicia was having her climax. She continued to slam against me, and I was going insane. I picked her up by her hips, and with one strong thrust into her body, I shot my orgasm into her. I let her down but continued to pump her until I was certain my balls were empty.
We got out of the shower and began kissing and pressing our bodies together. We dried each other off and headed for the kitchen. She brought two beers from the fridge. Alicia looked at me laughing softly with a teasing look. She admitted she had no intention of making sandwiches.
“I wanted to surprise you in the shower. I didn’t want you to finish before I could get in there. And I found out, you know how to wash a girl’s boobs.”
”Well,” I said heading for the fridge, “I’m hungry and want something to eat.”
When I got near her chair, I lifted her, set her on the table, and undid her robe. I sat in her chair and gently spread her legs exposing her sweet love sleeve. I pulled her to the edge; her butt was right on the table’s edge. I gave Alicia an “evil” grin. My head was between her legs, and I wanted to taste every drop from her.
Her fragrance was intoxicating. I began lightly licking her vaginal lips, enjoying the fragrance and the taste. She was so excited. I love sucking her lips into my mouth, running my tongue between them, and darting it into her opening. I reached for her breasts and fondled them. She cupped her hands over mine in encouragement. Sometimes she would squeeze my hand, wanting me to be firmer with them.
Alicia began building to her climax. Watching her, I noticed her chest was raising and lowering a bit faster by the minute. She has this sweet purr when she is excited. That purr was now a moan. Alicia was just about there.   I added her hard clit to my licking and increased the speed and strength of my tongue on her.  She took in a long, hard inhale, held it for a moment, and let out a moan. Her climax had started. She was squeezing my hand on her left breast and was holding my head in place with the other. Her breathing was returning to normal; she was gently pushing my head away from her. For a couple of minutes, Alicia just lay on the table with her legs draped over my shoulders. She raised on her elbows looking at me panting and with the smile of a satisfied woman.