30 Love Ch. 01

"What? Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Uh n-no" I said stammering. "It's just that you're absolutely gorgeous."

The smile spread across her face, lighting her up with an inner glow. "Thank you." She said and walked towards the sofa. "Why don't you bring those over here?"

I brought the drinks over and she sat back on the sofa. We sipped them as we talked about what I was going to do now, and let her know graduate school was the next step. I was already accepted in the program at BU. I got her talking and found out she was a beauty with brains. She managed an information systems department for an insurance company in Boston.

"Two years ago I graduated from having an over sized gray fabric box to my own office. It was a big move." She laughed.

She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said I didn't, which is true. My girlfriend of the past year moved on when she graduated, we weren't broken up about it, we both knew it wasn't going to last past school. Stacey was divorced, and not currently seeing anyone back home. She mentioned that her friends kept trying to get her hooked up because they thought she needed a guy.

"I tried to tell them that rechargeable batteries were all I need." She grinned. I nearly choked on my drink.

"You like to shock people don't you." I said regaining my composure somewhat.

"It's very limiting for someone to define you by seeing you only on their terms. You for example. What did you think when you saw the roster for lessons today? You thought you'd have some gray haired old lady that wanted to flirt with you. Instead you got a middle-aged blonde woman who decided to flirt with you."

"You are NOT middle-aged, by any stretch of the imagination." I said, cutting her off.

"You know how old I am?" She asked. I had the modesty to blush.

"Well I kind of heard from Jules at the bar. She said she carded you for a drink." I chuckled. "She was impressed, and I think, a little depressed. I think she's afraid you're going to divert any good looking guys away from her."

Stacey smiled. "Have I?"

I smiled. "Not that I know of. I won't say that I haven't tried but she's more of a buddy than anything else. I think we may want to make our way to dinner." We did just that, walking along the island road in the waning sunlight. We sat on the deck, the breeze tugging softly at her hair, the food was terrific, the wine was incredible but mostly it was the company that was exceptional. The waitress asked if we'd like dessert or coffee and I looked into Stacey's eyes, and with a nearly imperceptible shake of her head, she declined. She insisted on paying the tab and laid her credit card on the check.

"Let's walk the beach back." She said. We went down the few steps from the patio to the sand and Stacey stopped, taking my elbow she leaned down and slipped off her sandals. It was a good idea and I kicked off my loafers reaching down to pick them up as well.

The sky was a deep blue, the stars appearing like pin pricks through a dark cloth. The last vestiges of sunset hung over the water. We walked arm in arm in companionable silence for a few minutes taking in the beautiful night and I felt her shiver. I thought if I weren't wearing my jacket the breeze of the water might be cool after the heat of the day. I stopped and shrugged out of my jacket and slid it over Stacey's shoulders, her smile beaming at me in the dark.

"Thank you. Such a gentleman." She said softly. She pushed the sleeves of my jacket back a bit. "But I think it's the wet fabric that's giving me chills as much as anything." She reached down and lifted the hem of her dress, and reached underneath, with a little wiggle was pushing her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She gave them a light shake, grinning at me all the while, and slipped them into my coat pocket. Her eyes went up, and she drew her hand out with a little foil packet, and began laughing.

"Am I a foregone conclusion?" She asked.

"Not at all," I said smiling. "but it pays to be prepared for any eventuality."

"I like a man that's prepared." She said taking my arm and pulling me beside her as we walked a little further. She let go of my arm and snaked her arm around my waist. I wrapped mine around her as well as if it was the most natural thing to do.

"I'm starting to think it's time for dessert." She said.

"Did you want to walk back? That tiramasu looked terrific." I said, tongue in cheek. "We could have some coffee..."

"I was thinking of something else." She grinned. We kept walking but I turned her slightly and we walked up off the beach, and across a short expanse of lawn to the little putting green I'd stumbled on earlier. She smiled looking around. "Do you take all of your girls here?" She asked.

"Actually I only found this spot this afternoon." I said.

"So you were scouting a location to have your way with me?" She turned wrapping her arms around me and kissed me. The contact was like a spark to gasoline as our lips parted and the sexual tension that had been building all day began to release. Our lips parted as our tongues began dancing in frantic anticipation. She had her hands around my ass pulling me hard against her as I made a meal of her mouth, my fingers stroking her neck. I made my way down her neck causing her to sigh.

"I don't think I've ever been this wet, hell it's running down my thighs." She gasped. I made a hum of approval in my throat. "Oh really? Well it's your fault, I think you should clean it up." She said.

"Lay down." I murmured. She slid her arms out of my coat and laid it out before reclining on it. Her knee was slightly raised and she reached for the hem of her dress. "Don't." She stopped and reclined. She looked so incredible in the sparse light. Her dress disappeared into the darkness, her long sleek legs parted so invitingly, the quick rise of her chest from her shallow breathing. Her gold hair spread around her head like a halo, and the look of wanton desire in her eyes. "Tell me what you want." I said, not recognizing the husky voice that came forth.

"I want you to get on your knees for me." She said, her voice breathy. "I want you to slide my dress up, and I want you, with your tongue, to clean up the mess you made, now."

"The mess I made?" I replied with a grin.

"Seven hours of foreplay is enough." She said exasperated. "Please?" She pleaded. Who was I to say no to a lady, and knelt at the end of the lounge chair.

I gripped her knees pushing them slowly apart, she offered no resistance at all as she looked down at me. I could smell the musky scent of arousal emanating from between her thighs and it was drawing me in. I began kissing the inside of her knee, the next kiss went higher, the next nuzzled the hem of her dress and I stopped looking at her across the length of her body as I ran both hands up her thighs pushing the dress to her waist. Her hips were bared to me, and the answer to my earlier question was right in front of me. Her lips were swollen in her excitement, if the light were better I'd bet they were bright pink. The teasing she'd put me through on the tennis court earlier came to mind and I gave her a lopsided grin as she gave me a pleading look. She began to move a hand to her and stopped her and put it back at her side. I leaned forward and began on her right thigh, licking my way ever so close, soft moans began to come from her throat. I got my first taste of her my tongue tracing circles around her pussy but not going near enough for her. She tried to push me over with her thigh, and I pushed it back out of the way. Her moans took on a desperate tone and I caved and slid my tongue along her lips, the taste of her making me want more. I felt her hands grasp my head and I decided she'd had enough and I began to bathe her clit with my tongue. Her ass lifted clear off the chair as she moaned and I knew she wasn't going to make it, so I gave her a hand. I slid my hand up beneath my chin and slipped two fingers into her massaging my way into her slippery wetness, her hips bucked as she cried out and her body froze as the orgasm washed over her. I never let up in my assault on her clit, swirling my tongue in tight circles. She finally collapsed back onto the chair pushing my head away.

"Stop, too sensitive." She croaked. I relented licking up the mess I'd made of her. Her breathing was ragged and she gasped loudly a few times. As her breathing began to ease she tilted her head up to look at me. "So how was dessert?"

"Fantastic, sweet, creamy and rich." I said licking my lips. "Are you ready for yours?" I said brazenly. She fanned herself with the hem of her dress.

"I think I am." She said eagerly. She sat up and told me to stand up, and I was happy to oblige. She reached up to my belt and unbuckled it. She ran her hand up my fabric covered cock. "Have you ever been about to do something but didn't want the anticipation to end. It's like opening a present." She ran her hand down again cupping my balls through my pants, massaging them. I reached for the zipper and she took my hands and pushed them away.

"Uh-uh. It's my present." She said, her smile shining in the darkness. She reached up and took the zipper and began sliding it down slowly, soon the pants were around my knees and she was stroking me through my boxer briefs, the fabric stretched nearly the breaking point. "I bet it looks magnificent." She said teasing.

"Why don't you find out." I said through clenched teeth, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Yea, why don't I?" She replied and reached up taking the waist of the briefs and pulling them down releasing me from prison. My cock sprang forward, nearly hitting her in the cheek.

"Mmm, I was right, very nice. I bet it tastes pretty good too." She said. "Would you mind?" She looked up at me inquiring.

"You're kidding, right?" I stammered. She just grinned and leaned forward planting a kiss on the tip, her tongue darted out to lap up the moisture that had begun dribbling from the end. She began kissing her way down the shaft, using her tongue liberally as she went. I sighed deeply as she began working her way to the base of my cock. She began working her tongue back up the other side to the tip before taking it into her mouth. She bathed the tip with her tongue, wrapping it around me and dragging me into bliss. Her hand began stroking me slowly as she bobbed back and forth a few times, getting a little more in her mouth. I did my best to keep from pushing more into her than she could take. I could feel the pressure of her hand keeping me from going to deep as she stroked me quicker. Her tongue went into overdrive and I knew I wasn't going to last. She pulled her mouth off me and stopped stroking.

"You wouldn't cum in a girls mouth without warning her would you?" She asked grinning. I was holding my breath and I couldn't respond, I just shook my head quickly. "Good." She said and leaned forward and took me as deep as she could and she gave me a few deep strokes to finish me off.

"I'm cumming!" I gasped. I figured she'd back off, but she held tight as I erupted. I could feel her swallow as I shot load after load into her mouth. My cock twitched a last time, and she was still doing her best to swallow it all. She then proceeded to clean every last bit off of me. She turned and reached into the breast pocket of my coat and pulled out the the handkerchief and cleaned off her chin.

"As much as I love the sight of you with your cock hanging out. I think we might want to move indoors before the bugs make a meal of us out here."

"I agree." I said as I pulled my briefs back up and pulled up my pants. We gathered our things and just about ran back to her place.

***

We got to the door and she pulled out the key unlocking it and we went in. She walked over to a lamp and turned it on low, bathing the room in a dim light. She turned to me, her face shadowed by the light rimming her body. She slowly reached up and pulled her hair forward over her shoulder with one hand, and with the other reached for the tie of her dress behind her neck. She pulled it out slowly, the fabric giving way slightly as the knot was broken. She took a step forward reaching up for the ties of the dress and pulled it down revealing her beautiful chest. They were high and wonderfully rounded with small pink areola like cherries sitting on the top of a sundae, the nipples were hard and begging for attention. I felt my mouth water at the sight of them.

"Now yours." She said softly. I reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt until it fell open. I shrugged it off my shoulders and laid it over the back of the couch. I peeled my t-shirt off over my head and looked up at her face in time to see her tongue tracing her upper lip. I instantly knew how the mouse feels under the stare of an owl. She took another step forward her breasts swayed gently with the swing of her body and she reached up to her waist and slid the dress down over her hips, the fabric slid down her legs to pool on the floor, and she kicked it gently aside. She stood there in naked glory her body glowing in the golden lamp light. A slight grin crept across her face.

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" She said softly. I looked up into her eyes, my mouth was hanging open.

"You're gorgeous." I urged, wetting my lips. She smiled and glanced down at my slacks and gave me a little nod of encouragement. I took the cue and unbuckled my belt, not taking my eyes off her. I pushed down pants and boxers together freeing my rock hard cock from it's confines. I got one leg free then the other and kicked them aside. She looked me up and down a slight purr of approval coming from her. She grinned and turned slightly as if embarrassed.

"Is that for me? You shouldn't have." She said. "It's what I've always wanted."

I grinned. "I shopped all day."

She took a side step and reached for my coat flipping it over and delved into the pocket.

"Only three?" She asked pulling out the condoms I'd secreted away there earlier.

"Well one wouldn't have left me properly prepared, and six would have been a bit presumptuous of my abilities." I chuckled.

"I think we can make this work." She smiled taking one of them and giving the corner a tug. "Come sit on the couch." She pushed the coffee table back as I sat in center of the couch. She reached down and applied the little party hat, stroking slowly down as she unrolled it. Though she'd taken the edge off minutes earlier I knew I wouldn't last nearly as long as I would like to, she had me too keyed up. Stacey straddled me on the couch, her breasts only inches from my face, and I took the initiative and leaned forward taking one into my mouth. I dragged my tongue in circles around the hard nipple, flicking it and retreating over and over. I felt her hands grasp the hair at the back of my head and pull me harder to her imploring me to suck the nipple, and hard. I figured that she'd earned it by now. I took the nipple between my lips and sucked hard, grazing it with my teeth. Her head leaned back and a loud moan escaped her throat.

My arms wrapped around her taking her firm round ass and tried to pull her down onto my cock which was now as hard as a steel rod. I needed to get inside her and I wasn't sure I could wait any longer. She resisted me, keeping me from burying myself in her. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back off her nipple and leaned down mauling my lips with hers, our tongues lashed out at one another not getting enough of each other. She pulled away gasping.

"Let me, I want you to bury that thing in me, but I want to take it slow. You're a pretty big boy and I don't want it to hurt." She said as she reached back and took my hands from her ass. She pinned one next to my shoulder against the sofa, and reached down between us taking my cock in her hand. She stroked the tip of it against her lips, and it jerked in her grip.

"Eager little devil isn't he?" She grinned. She placed the head at her opening and slid it in by relaxing her hips. "Ohh! Damn that feels good." She adjusted herself a bit and slid a little more in, getting about half of me inside her. The feeling was ecstatic, she was so hot, and so tight. I could feel her muscles spasm, grip, relax, then over again.

"You are so tight." I gasped. She rocked back and forth a few times, getting used to the feeling then sank the rest of the way down my shaft. She rested her forehead against mine, gasping.

"You feel incredible inside of me. I can't even begin to describe it." She whispered. "Please let me drive this first time." She rose up slowly and settled back slowly, getting used to the feel of me, and I of her. It felt as if I was sucked dry with every stroke she made. Her hands tangled in my hair again pulling our lips together again. In an effort not to take the reins and drive her down on me, I ran my hands up her chest and began massaging her nipples with my thumbs. I felt my balls beginning to tighten, her tight pussy drawing my orgasm slowly like a thick milkshake through a straw. Her hips began an oval motion, stroking back on the upstroke and forward on the down stroke and a mewling sound came from her throat as her pace increased. She leaned forward and took my earlobe in her teeth.

"You want to cum inside me don't you? You want to lift me up, and bury your cock in me as far as you can, and you want to unload everything you've got don't you? You know what?" She asked pausing for a moment. "I want you too." She ground herself forward and down a few more times and began to whimper, her pussy grasping me harder, her muscles spasmed and I couldn't help but do as she asked. I grabbed her ass pulling her hard down on me as I arched my hips up to her and unloaded. It was as if every bit of me was focused on my orgasm. After what seemed an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, I sagged back down to the couch. I was gasping for air with my eyes closed, my fingers still tightly gripping the flesh of her ass.

"From the minute I saw you today, I had the feeling that you'd be an extraordinary fuck." I gasped. "I had no idea, just how much I was under estimating you."

Stacey gulped air, willing her breathing back to normal. She chuckled a moment. "Not bad for an old lady huh?"

I tilted her back a bit and lifted her chin so I could look in her eyes in the dim light. "Are you kidding me? You are stunning, vivacious, exciting and so desirable that it hurts. I nearly walked into a tree this afternoon thinking about what might happen tonight." I chuckled. "If you had told me today that you were my age, I would never had reason to doubt you. Tonight the only clue would be the fact that you have a sexual maturity that blows away any coed I've met. You know what you want, and you make no apology for going after it and getting it."

"Thank you." She whispered. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, sweetly and leaned back smiling. She closed her eyes and lifted herself slowly off my half hard cock, a small sigh escaped her lips as I fell free. I knew exactly how she felt just then. "If I can walk, I'm going to get us some water and then go clean up this mess running down my thighs. Grab the other two and meet me in the bedroom." She waggled her eyebrows at me a couple times and gave me a face splitting grin. She got up wobbling slightly. She cursed under her breath as she staggered off. I watched her walk away and noticed the sheen of sweat on her back and a trickle making its way down towards her ass. I got up somewhat wobbly myself, grabbed the other two condoms from the table and hobbled off to the bathroom to get rid of the first. I cleaned up and went into the bedroom and pulled down the duvet and the top sheet. Stacey walked in with two tall glasses of ice water.

"Can't dehydrate now can we." She said smiling.

"One of the first rules of sports, whether outdoors or in." I said winking at her as she handed me the glass. I gazed appreciatively at her lean body, as I drank my water, from her long firm legs to the curve of her hips. Her stomach was flat and her abs were tight, she held herself straight her arms relaxed from broad straight shoulders, her neck was muscled in a graceful way, like a dancers. In short she was a walking wet dream. I looked in her eyes and blushed. She was looking at me, appraising what she saw as well. She licked the water from her lips and set the glass down on the nightstand. The look in her eyes told me that I passed muster.