After that, all afternoon I re-lived that day in my mind remembering how soft her skin was and how much she enjoyed our time after being reluctant at the start. Just after my grandfather clock finished chiming in three o’clock I heard a knock at the door. Again to my surprise when I opened my front door there stood Gemma. She looked hot and flustered and was wearing a low cut top and skirt. “Hello Mister Clark,” she said in a chirpy tone.
“Hello Gemma,” I said. “It’s nice to see you.”
Gemma smiled as I opened the door inviting her in without having to ask. Following her into my front lounge room I gestured for her to take a seat as I sit at the other end of the lounge.
Gemma looked a little fidgety as she sat on the lounge chair, “I won’t keep you from your day Mister Clark.”
“That’s okay Gemma,” I replied. “I have done all of my work for the day.”
“Oh okay,” Gemma said, “I was just hoping to borrow some cream if you have any. You see, it’s my Dad’s birthday today and I am making him a cake. But I don’t have any cream for the icing.”
“You’re a good daughter,” I said sincerely.
“Maybe,” is all she said smiling.
“I don’t have any I’m sorry to say,” I let Gemma know.
“Oh okay then,” Gemma said, “it was worth asking.
“I am a single guy living by myself you know. It’s not something I would normally keep in my fridge.”
Gemma chuckles seeing my point. I then started to make small talk about her time away from home, but in reality I couldn’t take my eyes off her low cut top. Her cleavage was mesmerizing and I am sure she caught me staring at it a couple of times during our conversation.
“Do you ever think about that day in your room Gemma?” I asked putting her off guard. Gemma did not reply, but blushed bright red.
“Well I do, to be honest Gemma. I was just wondering if you ever did,” I said.
“Maybe. Sometimes,” she said still blushing.
“It was amazing Gemma,” I said.
“Yes, it was,” she replied. “If we are both being honest, it was the best sex I had ever had.”
This time I was the one caught off guard, not expecting Gemma to say that.
“I hope you didn’t tell that to your boyfriend,” I said jokingly.
Gemma laughed as her cute mouth turned upwards at the ends. “We broke up actually,” she said matter of fact.
Accidentally knocking the remote control off the arm of the lounge, Gemma leant down to pick it up. He breasts were exposed in her top as she did and my eyes locked in on them. Gemma looked up as she grasped the remote and smiled at me as she purposely stayed down to let me look longer.
I realised for the first time since Gemma had come in that I was only wearing my boxer shorts apart from my shirt, as my cock grew hard staring at her amazing breasts. My hard on was very noticeable as Gemma sat back up replacing the remote on the arm of the chair.
“You have an amazing body Gemma,” I said not shying away from the fact that I was aroused by her. “I hope I had nothing to do with you two breaking up,” I said. Gemma did not reply. “You didn’t tell him what happened between us did you?”
“No,” Gemma replied. “But it was time to move on. He wasn’t as experienced in bed as I would have liked.”
I was surprised by what she said and hoped she thought I was ‘more experienced’ from our time together in her room.
“It turns me on that I get you hard,” Gemma said.
“Really?” I said. “Do I do anything to you?”
“Make me wet,” she said looking straight into my eyes as she said it.
Hearing her say that only made me harder and Gemma slid down the lounge to be next to me and placed her hand on my boxer shorts, feeling my cock through the fabric.
After a minute of stroking my cock slowly, she got down on her hands and knees and put my hard cock in her mouth. I laid my head back and enjoyed her mouth remembering how much I loved it last time my cock was there.
She sucked me deeply as she was on her knees as I remembered back to the last time again and to the fact that she was so unwilling at the start of that time, yet so willing this time.
I had to pull her head up after she had pushed me to the edge. I wanted her body again. My mind had thought about it often since the last time and I did not want just an amazing blow job; I wanted more.
Taking her hand and guided her back to the lounge, before grabbing each leg in my hand and pulling them outwards as she slid down in the lounge. I then spread her legs to see she did not have any panties on under that skirt.
I smiled as I ran my hands down her legs as my mouth met them at the end as my tongue pressed against her pussy. Gemma moaned as I pressed harder against her soft pussy with my tongue licking and pushing in her wetness.
My fingers then glided up and down her clit as the wetness quickly built up covering my fingers. When I decided to slip my index and middle finger into her wetness I was not surprised at how easily they went in. After two long and deep pushes into Gemma with my fingers which drew a gasp quickly followed by a moan, I started to finger fuck her as she writhed on the lounge.