Breakfast at Harry's

"Oh my God, my head hurts." I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't cooperate. "Where am I?"

"You're in my bed, big boy."

"Who are you, and how did I get here?" I finally got my eyes open to see an attractive woman, perhaps 40 dressed in a white blouse and white shorts standing a few feet away from the bed. She was slim, trim and looked fresh as a Daisy.

"I'm Harriet but everybody calls me Harry. I'm Paul's aunt, and I brought you here. You were to drunk to drive, so they asked me to take you home. You passed out in my car and I didn't know where you lived so I brought you here."

"I'm Ed, Shirley's grandfather. Now I remember, the wedding, Shirley and Paul got married. Oh God, I think I had a lot to drink at the reception. I've got to go to the toilet. What happened to my clothes?"

"I know who you are, and I took your clothes off before I put you to bed. Use this robe. While you're in there, you might as well take a bath and brush your teeth. You stink like whiskey and your breath is worse. I've put a towel and a spare toothbrush on the counter by the basin."

"Ah... did we...er... do anything?" I was beginning to feel human and was disappointed that I may have missed something important.

"Not on your life! It was all I could do to get you in the house. I slept on the couch. Would you like something to eat after you bathe?"

"I sure would, but something easy, my stomach is a little queasy."

She left the bedroom and I made my way to the bathroom on very unsteady legs. After brushing my teeth and ten minutes or so of the warm soothing water washing over my body I felt like I might live, or at least, hoped I would, but I still had a pounding headache in my right eye. My tongue felt very thick. The only thing I could think of that might help me would be three aspirin and a pot of hot, black coffee taken intravenously. I noticed that the robe she gave me was a mans, and almost big enough for my six-foot two-inch frame. I came out of the bath wearing only the robe, to discover that all my clothes, shirt, underpants and socks were missing.

I was standing there, reeling, in a stupor, trying to understand what was going on when she stuck her head in the door. "Come on sleepy head, breakfast is ready."

I don't think I said anything until I had the first cup of coffee. Then, she brought me some aspirins and I tried to eat the Western omelet she had prepared. I found out that she was a widow, 49 years old, and Paul's [the groom] mother's older sister. The robe I was wearing belonged to her husband who had passed away three years ago. My missing clothes were in the wash and would be ready in 30 to 40 minutes.

By the time I had finished the second cup of coffee, the aspirin were beginning to work, the swelling in my tongue had subsided, my stomach had quit revolting and had decided to accept the omelet.

I told her about me. I had taken early retirement [a buyout by my business partner] at 57 when my wife took sick and I nursed her for two years before she died last year. Since then I had done nothing socially until my granddaughters wedding yesterday.

Over my third cup of coffee we really got acquainted before she left the room to put the clothes in the dryer. I sat there, reminiscing about the last few minutes, the wedding yesterday and what had happened in my life the last few years. When I thought about how much I missed my wife and how much she would have liked to see her eldest granddaughter married, tears came to my eyes.

I was sitting there, elbows on the table, head in my hands, sobbing quietly when she came back in. She came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders. "It will be OK, I know how you feel, it took me a long time to get over it too."

The soft gentle touch of her hands and delicate aroma of her perfume only made it worse. I turned around, put my arms around her waist and wept openly. We just stayed like that for quite a few minutes until I began to realize that my head was pressed hard against her very soft breasts. I released her and mumbled an apology.

She gave me a strange, cocked head look, and said, with a marked increase in her breathing, "I understand, and I didn't mind ay all, in fact I kind of liked it."

I could never rationalize what I did next, I got up, took her in my arms and kissed her, long and deep. I should have been surprised when her lips parted, inviting my tongue but I was so wrapped up in the moment that it felt natural as my tongue probed her mouth.

I wasn't even aware of my erection until her hand went down, found the open front of the robe, and took hold of it. "It doesn't look like you're sad any more," she giggled.

It had been over two years since another human being had touched my cock, and I told her so. "Oh look at that, I'm honored. Are you sure it still works?"

"Keep rubbing it like that and you'll find out in just a moment."

"Well, come on. It's been well over three years for me. Let's don't let it go to waste."

Using my penis as a handle she pulled me back into the bedroom. I was surprised to see that she had remade the bed while I was having breakfast. The linens, and in fact the whole room, smelled, like her, fresh and clean.

She helped me off with the robe and I pulled her blouse off over her head. She turned around and I undid her bra while she stepped out of her shorts and panties. When we were both nude, she turned back around and we kissed again, only this time, it was my turn to explore and caress both her obvious and her hidden delights. Her breasts were soft and inviting with large pink aureolas and very firm nipples.

We moved to the bed and she lay down on her back with me at her side. Again I kissed her mouth and let my tongue invade her lips, feeling the smoothness of her teeth and the sweetness of her tongue. I left there to kiss her ears then worked my way down to her neck, her shoulders, and finally those wondrous breasts. The firm little nipples were tantalizing and became even harder in my mouth. She was clutching my head to her breast, little moans of delight each time I sucked on a nipple or swirled my tongue around the corona. I continued my downward journey, to her stomach, her belly button, and finally to the little nest I was seeking. I moved around so that most of my body was off the end of the bed, my head between her legs and her legs were over my shoulders.

I was in heaven. I hadn't done this to another woman except my wife in almost 40 years and not even her in the last three. I savored the taste of the sweet, salty, liquid that I so remember as a prelude to sex. I was so lost in my reverie that I barely noticed that she was pulling my head as tight into her as she could and was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. When I finally noticed, I renewed my assault on her clitoris with my tongue and mouth.

It had been so long since I had given another human this kind of pleasure that I was taken with the emotions of the moment. I think that there were tears of pleasure in my eyes as I fucked her with my tongue. I wanted her to cum, to give me the ultimate satisfaction, to enjoy what I was doing to her as much as I enjoyed doing it.

I got my wish. Her entire body stiffened, I could feel her muscles tense, and her legs almost crushing my head in a scissors lock. Her low moans became a loud, continuous wail that must have lasted well over the minute, then she went completely slack and released the death grip on my head.

She was gasping for breath when she said, "Oh my God, I don't remember it being like that. Come up, I want to feel you inside of me, just take it nice and slow and easy."

I was feeling pretty good about myself and was proud of what I had done for her but once I put my cock in her pussy there was no such thing as slow and easy. I tried, but animal lust took over and within seconds I was ramming my dick into her as hard and fast as I could. Two years of abstinence betrayed me and a very few minutes later I reached a climax that left me so weak that I collapsed on top of her. It was my turn to gasp for air. I rolled off onto my side and just lay there, too spent to move. She nestled her head in the crook of my neck and shoulder, making little contented, almost cooing, sounds. I fell into a troubled sleep with a confusion of erotic dreams about my dead wife and Harry. I awoke to find her nursing on my flaccid penis.

I moaned a little and pushed my hips to meet her down stroke. "MMM, did I wake you? I was only playing, do you want me to stop?"

"Not on your life but I'm not sure that its still working."

"Let me worry about that."

My fears were groundless. With the art of a skilled magician she slowly nursed me back into fighting shape. When it was restored to its working size and condition she straddled my legs and positioned herself so that she could lower her pussy, millimeter by millimeter, onto its throbbing head. The silky warmness of her body was the most soothing and at the same time the most erotic thing that ever happened to me. She slowly raised and lowered the velvet sleeve that was her pussy until I just couldn't hold still any longer and I began to meet each downward stroke with an upward thrust of my own.

She was sitting upright while we fucked like young lovers. My hands were on her breasts, her head was canted forward a little and her eyes were closed, completely oblivious to anything except the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of her.

I wanted it to last forever but it was too enjoyable. In just a few minutes I could feel myself building toward the second climax that I had experienced in less than two hours. I began to push harder against her, trying to drive my dick as deep into her as it would go.

She looked down at me and smiled. "Let it go baby. Cum for me. Make me cum again!"

And I did! With my back arched I could feel spurt after spurt of my cum shoot deep inside of her. I could feel the muscles of her pussy alternately contracting and releasing as she milked the last drop of my semen from me. Again, the funny little grunt, and I could feel her pussy tighten and hold as she matched my orgasm. This time she collapsed on top of me.

"Did you know that I serve breakfast every day?"

I didn't know, but I found out. From then on, I never had breakfast anywhere else.

Copyright (c) 03-17-2000 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author