This may sound strange, but it was the quiet that woke me. Normally London is a bustling metropolis, on the go twenty-four hours a day. With the exception of the very outer suburbs, the chances of encountering sustained quiet are remote. The lockdown changed that.
As the morning sun began to filter through the shutters I heard the birds singing. They had always been there but they usually struggled against the noise of the incessant traffic and of aircraft using Heathrow airport.
This morning their singing combined with the sunlight, filled me with contentment I had not felt in years. The real reason for my happiness was the naked woman lying beside me.
Ann had been my neighbour for years and we had always got on well. A chance encounter just over a week ago had resulted in us both enjoying a much-needed rush-fuck which had been followed by a few more. I was recently divorced after my marriage had withered and Ann was in the final stages of seeing her marriage disintegrate, as her husband descended into alcoholism, anger, and now redundancy. Yesterday, he had left the family home and driven north to Newcastle where he had grown up. He needed time to get his head straight.
For the last few nights Ann had stayed over with me and our lovemaking had flourished as we had much more time for each other. Both of us had previously endured long sexless dry spells in our relationships and our new found passion for one another meant that we often succumbed to lust and a quickie was just what we needed.
Ann’s twenty-year-old daughter had twice discovered us in the act. Ann had been completely honest with her and there was no embarrassment on anyone's part. Ann and Tessa’s commendable maturity and honesty when it came to sex meant they were at ease with one another. Tessa was obviously like her mother, a sexually confident young lady.
The absence of any outlet for her during the current situation meant that she often resorted to quite noisy masturbation. Ann and I made sure that Tessa knew we were entirely comfortable with what was happening.
I sat up and gazed longingly at Ann. Her reddish-brown hair was tousled on the pillows. The tightness in her jaw that had been with her permanently in recent years had vanished. She looked relaxed as she slept. Her naked breasts looked tanned as a result of sunbathing topless in the privacy of my garden. On her chin was the tiniest speck of dried cum that reminded me of the superb blow job she had given me before I fell asleep last night. Damm, no wonder I felt content, who wouldn’t with someone like Ann in your life and bed?
Looking at the clock, I realised that Ann would want to get out and exercise, probably on her bike before it got too hot. London was enjoying a long spell of unseasonably warm weather.
I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth, there was time for a sensuous wake-up call. With my tongue I stimulated both of Ann’s nipples, they responded quickly. Encouraged, I bit them both very gently. As Ann started to stir I made sure I kissed her lips, nuzzled her ears, and kissed her neck. I also made sure I kept her breasts stimulated by caressing them.
Ann was waking up and becoming aroused, my plan was working. I started kissing Ann on her lips and worked my way down to her shoulders, soft gentle kisses. I spent time on her nipples to make sure they stayed hard. I was rewarded by a quiet mewing sound as Ann responded to my lips. I kept moving down to her belly and the narrow strip of hair below it.
I then changed position and began again at her ankles and worked my way up, alternating between legs as I moved slowly upwards. Past her knees and onto her thighs. From this position, I was able to reach up and continue caressing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.
Ann was responding well and beginning to move around the bed in response to my kisses. By the time I reached her pussy her breathing was deeper and she was purring like a kitten. I gently ran my tongue along the length of her pink slit and was rewarded with a gasp. I pushed my tongue further in.
Although we had only been intimate for just over a week, I was beginning to know what Ann liked. I very gently prised open her outer lips and worked my tongue deeper into her pussy. I was able to find her clit easily and Ann responded as soon as I touched it with a mini judder.
Ann sat up in the bed and asked me to lie flat. She then sat on my face and pushed her pussy down against my tongue. I was able to explore her entire length but really able to concentrate on her swelling clit. I took the whole bud in my mouth and heard Ann equal out loud in response.
At the same time, Ann leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. At first, she ran her tongue around the head, and then she would alternate taking the whole length in. It felt wonderful. I was harder than I had been in years.
Ann and I broke apart and she lay flat on the bed with her legs raised at the knees. I knelt between them and pushed my throbbing cock into her soaking pussy. The missionary position is too often dismissed as boring, but when the time comes for real intimacy with a lover it is my favourite. We were able to look into each other's eyes and see our mutual passion. There was no hurry, no need to rush. We had the time and we had each other.
Morning lovemaking is an art, it is the start of the day. I was able to push deeply into Ann but equally, I was able o slowly withdraw nearly to the point of pulling out before pushing back in again. Ann began to grunt as I got my rhythm but there was no need to rush.
Ann wrapped her legs around me and I saw her tanned breasts heave as her breathing deepened. I reached for her clit.
