As the haze of sleep lifts, I realize I'm not alone in my bed. There's Mrs. Jones, her soft curves pressing against me, our limbs entangled beneath the cozy blanket.
The faint scent of her perfume lingers in the air, and a rush of excitement spreads through my body as I remember the events of last night. My brain is filled with tantalizing images of Mrs. Jones' naked body, her velvety lips, and her expert tongue, seducing me to a mind-blowing climax. It was a sensation I had never imagined possible, especially given my limited sexual experience, having only been intimate with my ex-boyfriend, Ben, three times. I'm so glad my parents suggested she babysit me, even though I am eighteen and considered an adult by most standards.
My eyes flutter open to meet Mrs. Jones' gaze, a smile playing on her lips as she whispers, "Good morning, sweety."
The morning sun slips in through the drapes, casting a cozy, warm glow over the room and lighting up Mrs. Jones' face, making her appear even hotter. I never expected to feel this attracted to a woman, let alone one who is over thirty years older than me.
"You slept like a little angel in my arms," Mrs. Jones whispers, brushing a strand of blond hair away from my face, and I hold my breath as her fingers linger on my cheek. "You're such a pretty girl."
My cheeks flush with a rosy hue, the heat rising to my face. Mrs. Jones' touch lingers, leaving me feeling both flustered and strangely exhilarated. I find myself hoping, even wishing, she'd just lean in and kiss me already.
As she moves from lying on her back to facing me in bed, her fiery red hair dances like flames in the sunrays, cascading down her shoulders in vibrant waves as she settles onto her side. Propping her head up with her elbow, her emerald eyes meet mine, instantly captivating me and holding me captive in her bewitching stare.
As her lips part slightly, and a wave of heat zips through me, my lips quivering with the desire to kiss her. She smiles coyly, her lips forming a seductive curve that sends butterflies swarming through my stomach.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night, honey?" Mrs. Jones coos.
A spontaneous smile breaks across my face in response, sparks of desire spreading through me at the memory. "Yes. It felt good," I admit. The simplicity of my response belies the fact that it was the best orgasm I'd ever had.
Mrs. Jones arches an eyebrow. "Just good?"
A nervous chuckle escapes me as the warmth of embarrassment blooms from my neck, swiftly coloring my face. "Okay, okay—it was amazing," I admit, feeling my cheeks turn a deeper shade of scarlet.
Mrs. Jones' laughter, soft and lilting, fills the quiet room. Her eyes sparkle with playfulness as they meet mine, promising secrets and shared pleasures. She bites her lip, a playful but tempting motion, as she gently pulls the blanket down, revealing my bare chest. My petite but perky breasts may not match up to her ample chest, but they still capture her attention.
"You've been missing out, haven't you, sweety?" Her fingertips playfully trace a gentle path under my clavicula, slowly inching lower towards my left rose-tipped nipple. "Don't worry, I'll show you all the pleasures of being with a woman." Mrs. Jones leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against my ear as she whispers, "You're going to love it."
Her delicate fingers dance in slow circles over my hardened peak, igniting a wildfire of desire between my legs. A soft moan escapes my lips as she twists and tugs on my sensitive tip, causing my clit to tingle with need, and I feel myself getting wet.
"I can still taste you. The sweet tang of your arousal lingers," Mrs. Jones says, and I feel my cheeks burn. I wish I could look away from her intense gaze, but the hunger in her eyes has me transfixed. "You were practically dripping for me," she breathes as she leans in, her lips hovering just inches away. "Why don't you show my pussy some love too?" she whispers, her breath warm against my aching lips.
Hearing a mature woman in her fifties, whom I had assumed to be just another typical boring housewife, utter the word "pussy," adds an extra layer of naughtiness to the word. The idea of tasting a woman for the very first time suddenly seems incredibly tempting, especially when it's someone like Mrs. Jones, and I can't help but nod with giddy anticipation.
"Good girl," Mrs. Jones purrs as she draws the blanket aside, revealing her curvy naked figure as she settles back on the pillow.
As I gaze at Mrs. Jones lying on her back with her thick legs spread wide open, my sight is drawn to the silkiness of her bare mound, which looks so soft and delicate. Could she have gotten rid of her pubic hair with a laser? Maybe to keep any hidden strands of gray from showing? It makes no difference; I am absolutely fascinated by her petal-smooth center.
My pulse quickens as I ease between her supple thighs, fixating on the wetness pooling between them. I can't help but hesitate, but the thrill of exploring uncharted territory with her outweighs any reservations I might have.
"Don't be shy, sweety," Mrs. Jones encourages with a warm smile.
With a deep breath, I lean closer, the musky scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. A milky white, creamy substance drips slowly from her opening, and I can't tell if it's the remains of the coach's cum or the essence of her own desire. The thought of tasting the fusion of their combined pleasures excites me beyond belief, and I can feel myself becoming increasingly eager to dive in and gulp up every drop.
But I don't know where to start or how to satisfy her. Her inner lips are hidden coyly within her plush outer folds, whereas mine are unashamedly prominent and protruding. Will I even find her clitoris? Let alone make her cum? My cheeks turn a bright crimson as I place my trembling hands on her soft upper thighs.
"Is something wrong, honey?" Her expression softens with concern as she looks at me.
"I… I just want to make you feel good," I stammer. "But I'm not sure how."
Mrs. Jones beams a charming smile and reaches out to take my hand. "Don't worry, sweety," she purrs, guiding my hand towards her inner thigh. "Let me show you…"
She leads my fingers to the small flap of skin at the point where the inner lips meet. "Here. Feel for the soft, spongy bean."
My fingers delicately explore, relishing in the slickness and heat of her velvet folds.
"Mmm, this is the spot," she moans. "Give it a soft, circular caress."
My fingertips dance in slow circles, eliciting soft moans and gasps from her lips. When I feel her button swell and pulse under my touch, it sends a blaze of desire straight to my core—the most electrifying and arousing sensation I've ever felt.
"Mmm, yes, just like that, sweety." Her soft breaths turn into ragged gasps as I add a little pressure. "Oh, yes," she breathes.
Her eyes are glazed over with desire, fixed on me. "You're such a good girl," she murmurs, sensually licking her lips before whispering in a low voice, "Now lick it ."
My heart feels like it's going to burst as I lean down, my tongue darting out to follow her instructions. Softly, I flick against the engorged bud, feeling Mrs. Jones shudder beneath me. With each gentle stroke, she arches into me, releasing a soft sigh of pleasure as her fingers tangle in my hair.
"My sweet little girl," she praises, her piercing stare igniting a fire within me.
As I swirl my soft, wet tongue around her sensitive nub, Mrs. Jones tightens her grip on my hair, her eyes locked with mine.
"Harder," she gasps, her voice strained with desire. "Keep going..."
My tongue presses harder and dances faster, tracing patterns around her throbbing pearl. Each lick is more fervent than the last, my desire dripping from my heated core with every stroke.
"Oh yes," she pants, "caress it beneath its hood."
Oh! I would never consider it because my clit is too sensitive for me to enjoy direct contact.
I slide my tongue slightly lower and upward, tentatively parting each fold with gentle strokes, until I finally find the tiny bean. As I circle it with my tongue, gradually increasing pressure and speed, I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath, her face flushing with pleasure. My teasing flicks and gentle suction cause her hips to grind against my face, desperate for more.
"God, you're so good at this," Mrs. Jones gasps breathlessly. "But I need you inside me now."
As she gently directs my head towards her welcoming, dripping desire, I delve my tongue into her depths. A soft moan escapes her parted lips, and Mrs. Jones bites down on her plush bottom lip as she watches me eagerly slide my tongue in and out, exploring her slippery softness.
The salty, tangy flavor of her essence on my tastebuds has me feeling like a bad girl indulging in a forbidden treat. Recollections of witnessing the coach thrust into this juicy sweetness overwhelm my every thought, and knowing that his cock was inside her before my tongue only adds to the fervent lust surging through me.
Her nectar drips down my chin as my tongue dives deeper, immersing myself in her intoxicating essence, unable to resist the urge to slurp up every drop, hoping to coax some of the coach's cum from her depths as well. As I feast on hers, my pussy pulsates with need, aching for the same pleasure that she experienced with the coach.
"Mmm, you're doing an incredible job, sweety," Mrs. Jones purrs. "Why not use your fingers too?"
I play along, slipping two fingers into her warm wetness and drawing my tongue up to her swollen clit, flicking it gently before sucking on it. As my tongue taunts her sensitive nub, my fingers delve in and out of her. The way her walls tighten around my fingers drives me crazy with hunger for more of her intoxicating taste. My own desire is building, and as I continue to explore her with my mouth and fingers, I can feel my wetness seeping down my inner thighs.
"Just like that, my naughty girl," Mrs. Jones murmurs, her hips buckling against my mouth. "Keep going… Don't stop…"
As Mrs. Jones groans and writhes beneath me, I become obsessed with pleasing her even more. Intoxicated with her taste and scent, I suck hungrily on her sensitive pearl, lapping at a rapid pace. My fingers twist and turn inside her, searching for the g-spot while exploring and massaging every inch of her walls. I can feel her muscles tightening and clutching my fingers, so I know I'm getting closer.
"Oh my, you're really hitting all the right spots," Mrs. Jones purrs, her fingers tangled in my hair and gripping tightly, pushing my head closer to her.
Her moans of pleasure echo through the room, driving me insane with the need to make her cum. As I trace my tongue over her throbbing button and plunge my fingers deeper inside her, the beat of her core quickens, and she arches her back in pleasure.
"Keep going…" Mrs. Jones pleads, her quivering thighs pressing against my head.
Her soft moans and whimpers turn into high-pitched cries as I increase the pressure and pace. The grip of her pussy on my fingers tightens as her entire body shudders with release, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I feel a gush of warmth as she reaches her peak, her eyes closed as she rides the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. As I watch her lose herself in untamed bliss, I feel proud of my ability to bring her such intense pleasure.
Her body still trembles, her chest rapidly rising and falling, as Mrs. Jones opens her glazed eyes and smiles at me. "That was amazing," she whispers. "Come here, sweety."
I crawl up her body and nestle into her arms. My breasts press against her heaving chest, and our heated bodies meld together, with each curve and contour fitting perfectly against the other. Her soft lips press against mine, sending shivers down my spine as I surrender to the warmth of her embrace. I moan softly, and Mrs. Jones deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding sensually against mine.
Oh, how much I want to feel her soft lips and wet tongue on my swollen clit, coaxing me into an explosive climax like she did last night. The burning want throbbing between my quivering thighs compels me to move closer to her, my aroused button eager for some friction.
Mrs. Jones chuckles against my lips. "Looks like someone's ready for round two," she teases, her fingertips sliding down my arm, raising shivers in their wake.
"Yes, please," I breathe, my pussy tingling with excitement.
"Mmm," she hums in response. "Patience, my sweet little girl. Your parents don't come home until tomorrow afternoon, so we have all day and night to play." A warm smile spreads across her face as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "How about I make us some breakfast?"
My body aches with longing, but I can only nod in response. The words I truly want to say are trapped in my throat, too timid to escape. "That sounds good," I manage to utter, attempting to hide the wildfire raging within me.
As we get out of bed, Mrs. Jones walks over to the discarded robe on the floor and drapes it sensually around her naked body, her eyes never leaving mine. With a playful wink, she saunters towards the door. My eyes can't help but drink in every inch of her as she leaves my room, leaving me wanting more.
Trying to regain my composure, I look for something to wear while still thinking about Mrs. Jones. I put on the only sexy underwear I own—a delicate pink babydoll, gifted to me by Ben—in an effort to look good for her. My nipples instantly perk up through the delicate lace, the nearly transparent fabric barely covering my fleshy buttocks.
As I search for the panties to match, I pause and decide to go without. The thought of Mrs. Jones seeing me like this thrills me, and I can't resist wanting to tease her a little. Maybe she will be unable to resist me. Walking towards the door, my heart races with excitement as I hope Mrs. Jones will play with my pussy again soon.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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