Her 50th

But I didn't have to leave yet. I felt it. I'm sure Laurie could, too. We were once more being drawn by that same irresistible force that had pulled us together when I first arrived. Our faces slowly moved toward one another until our lips met. There wasn't as much frenzy in this kiss as there had been earlier, but there was no less meaning in it. Sure, we each wanted whatever was going to happen, but we both realized that we had to make the experience last.

Without our lips losing contact, I got up off the floor and maneuvered myself into a seated position next to Laurie. It was only then that we parted long enough for Laurie to stretch herself out into my arms, so I cradled her lovingly before we resumed what we'd so recently been doing.

I never wanted it to end. I couldn't know for sure, but I was pretty confident Laurie felt the same way. When eventually we did separate, it was in silence. Our eyes and faces were doing the communicating for us. I loosened Laurie's hair and began to caress it, drawing a purr from her throat, her eyes closing in great satisfaction.

Her eyes still closed, Laurie asked dreamily, "I'll say it again. Am I dreaming?"

I chuckled a little, my fingers still running through her beautiful dark hair. "No, you aren't dreaming. It's all real."

She opened her lovely blue eyes and raised a hand to my face. "Good. I'd hate to wake up from this and find out it wasn't." Her hand touched my face gently, feeling her way around my features. The whole while, her own face held such a look of wonder and love, it was incredible.

Finally, her fingers traced down the whiskers along my jaw to my collar, where they started to work at my tie. It took some doing, one-handed, but she managed to loosen it, then finally untie it completely. After that, she dealt with the first few buttons of my shirt, then slid her hand into the open collar and around the back of my neck. I felt her fingers glide up into my own hair, then the tie holding my ponytail in place slid down until it fell away loose.

"I love you, Allan," Laurie cooed.

"I love you, Laurie," I returned.

Once more, our lips met. It seemed every time we kissed, we fell deeper into each other. I could only speak for myself, but I wished I could fall forever.

When we parted next, no words passed between us for several minutes. We spent that time staring into the other's eyes, our hands gently caressing faces, hair, throats.

After some time, Laurie whispered, "Unzip me."

With a gentle smile, I helped her to a sitting position, where I could reach the zipper of her dress, then slid the tab down. She then lay back down over my legs and lifted her hips so she could wriggle the hem of her short dress up enough to sit up once more and slick it off over her head.

I responded eagerly, for Laurie now lay in my lap wearing only her bra and skimpy thong and her jewelry. When my hands touched her next, they met smooth, bare flesh. I had never held a more amazing thing in my arms in my life.

For a moment, I just drank in the sight of her. Her eyes told me she wanted whatever I wanted. The image before me branded itself onto my mind. I would never forget what I was seeing. I'd never forget this entire evening and what good fortune and I had been able to set in motion, even if it was only for a few short hours.

I leaned down and kissed her again. Her body was hot in my hands. Laurie's desire was building, as was mine. I'd wanted her since before I'd driven all this way. That I was here was the fulfillment of a desire that'd been developing since not long after we'd met and realized what we meant to one another. I wanted to take her when I first saw her in those blue jeans at the door. I wanted to take her when she was changing into the dress she'd worn to the restaurant. I wanted to take her once I saw her in the dress she wore to the restaurant. I wanted to take her now. Yet, if she changed her mind right then and there, I'd walk away out of love and respect for her.

Changing her mind didn't seem likely, though. All the messages, emails, conversations that had gone on between us had been foreplay. I had a pretty good notion that Laurie was ready to take advantage of those months of verbal arousal. The fact that she lay in my arms wearing only her underwear certainly underlined that assumption.

This time, when I raised my face from Laurie's, I couldn't help but whisper, "I think I'm overdressed."

The response was as I suspected, what I'd hoped. "We need to do something about that, then." I was pretty sure she could feel my erection pressing against her side.

Laurie didn't make a move to get up, instead she started working the buttons on my shirt, one by one, still using the one hand she had available from the position she lay in. When she reached the waist of my trousers, she started unbuckling my belt, even though the only way we were going to get my pants off was if she either sat up, or I unceremoniously dumped her on the floor -- which I, of course, had no intention of doing.

At least with the belt undone, I could work the tails of my shirt out until they were completely free. Struggling out of my jacket, I tossed it aside, then offered my cuffs to Laurie to unbutton. Once I shrugged the shirt off, I pulled off the T-shirt I'd had on under it, leaving me nude from the waist up. I still had my shoes and socks on - though I could get rid of the shoes easily enough - and my pants were still intact, although the belt was unbuckled and the fly undone. My hard-on stood proudly against my boxers, and it also made its presence more effectively known against Laurie's body.

"Somebody likes me," Laurie giggled, while snuggling against my bulge.

"And not just him," I answered quietly, running my hands through her hair.

Laurie laughed, saying, "Do you have any idea how perfect you've made my birthday? I was a little down when I woke up this morning -- I mean, what woman wants to admit to herself she's fifty? But everybody I've seen today has made me feel good about myself... and then you came along. Wow. It's like my biggest fantasy has come true. Thank you." This time, it was her turn to kiss me.

When our lips parted this time, I didn't just lift them away from her. I kept kissing, only I followed my way around her cheek to her ear, turning her head to give me access. Laurie knew where I was headed and gave a moan of anticipation.

Early on in our conversations, she'd let slip a secret: she had a rather sensitive spot behind her ear. I was seeking out this rather unusual erogenous zone. I wanted to discover just how sensitive it was. When I reached her ear, I kissed my way around the edge of it before I headed farther. It didn't take long before I had her squealing, laughing and moaning in turn, having found the spot without much difficulty.

I had no idea whether what I was doing tickled, or whether it was similar to sucking a nipple or licking her clit, all I could say for sure what that Laurie enjoyed whatever sensation I was giving her, and that was all that really mattered. It was fun holding onto this sexy, writhing woman, knowing I was making her move in this manner and the erotic sounds that came from her throat were because of me.

After a little while, the giggles and whimpers gave way to moaning, and the writhing calmed to a much more sensuous movement. I took that to mean it was okay to start caressing all the smooth, exposed skin that lay beneath my hands.

Eventually, my lips made their way back around to Laurie's while I let my hands roam. Then, suddenly, I had an idea.

"Sit up, baby," I said, urging Laurie up off my lap. When her weight was sufficiently off my legs, I slipped off the couch and onto the floor. Kneeling next to her, I helped Laurie lay back down, then said, "Close your eyes." With a suspecting sigh, she did just that.

For a minute, I just admired what lay before me. That Laurie trusted me enough to leave herself to whatever I had in mind was erotic in itself. I could hardly wait to see if I could play her lovely body like a fine musical instrument, only the music I'd be making would be that of arousal and eroticism.

That Laurie's most sensitive areas were covered was just perfect for what I intended to do. While I had great hopes for what I could accomplish given access to those, I wanted the anticipation to grow, the arousal to build. I had no illusions about Laurie's capabilities for extended sexual pleasure. I knew her anatomy was far more constructed to go and go and go (or is that cum and cum and cum) while once I'd done my thing, I was out of it for a while. Knowing that, I planned to see just how far I could push her capacity for sexual pleasure.

I supposed taking things into the bedroom would allow for better access, but at the moment, it was kind of fun not to be in the obvious place for such activity as was developing.

While Laurie waited patiently for me to make a move, I decided I needed to get out of my damn pants. With the belt unbuckled and the fly unzipped, they were already at my knees, they'd just as well be off. I got rid of them, leaving my straining boxers on, maintaining whatever thin excuse for modesty we might be attempting for the time being, then prepared to begin the symphony that was Laurie's body.

I started at her feet. Where I'd earlier massaged and rubbed, I now gently trailed my fingers over her skin. I knew touches this light on the soles of her feet would result in tickling, so I avoided that. I caressed over the tops of her feet and up her shins, noting how smooth they were. She must have shaven them in the shower that morning. Regardless, I loved the feel of her beneath my hands. Laurie hadn't expected me to start at this end of her body. All the scenarios I'd written for her in the past started at her upper body -- her face or chest were most popular -- so to begin at the exact opposite end was a surprise.

I was careful not to let my caress get too firm or too light, and from the goosebumps I saw rise on Laurie's skin, I was hitting it pretty close to right. The trick is to keep the touch just on the edge of maddening. At first the sounds Laurie made were small giggles, indicating maybe my fingers were a little too light, so I just gave a hair's breadth more pressure to what I was doing.

The farther up her legs I went, the more Laurie's anticipation grew. Her breathing got heavier the closer I got to that warm, moist area hidden behind the small patch of material between her legs. I had no intention of doing anything there yet -- much as I might have wanted to -- but she didn't know that. She also wasn't shooing me away from the possibility of pleasuring her there, either, so I was getting the impression that whatever I cared to do was okay.

When I'd caressed my way up her thighs to where leg met fabric, I hesitated a little. It looked so sexy, the way that lucky piece of material disappeared into her most sensitive region. Making a quick decision, I leaned over, extended my tongue, then licked my way along the edge of that barrier, leaving a wet trail all along the seam. From that close, I could feel the heat radiate from her center, I could smell her arousal.

Of course, Laurie was anything but quiet, anything but placid. While she did what she could to remain still so she didn't miss a moment of whatever came next, her moans filled the room.

While I'd have loved to linger at her wonderful, panty-covered pussy, there was more teasing to be done, and I wanted to touch every bit of her skin. I wanted to know I'd come in contact with all of her before I had to go.

Now that I'd included my lips and tongue in what was originally only going to involve my hands, I decided to continue with the extra stimulation I'd be able to give by getting more of my body into the act.

Placing a hand on each of Laurie's hips, I began kissing up from the waistband of her skimpy little thong, loving the way her stomach heaved at the sensation. As my mouth made its way up her body, my hands slid up with it.

God, she felt good! She tasted good, too. I loved the feeling of her body beneath my hands, my mouth. I loved the movements she made as I teased and pleasured my way along her gorgeous curves. I adored the animal sounds of love that came to my ears. I was managing to do exactly what I'd set out to do: drive Laurie wild without touching the "good bits."

Meanwhile, my body was doing plenty of reacting, too. I wasn't about to take the time to look, but I was pretty sure there was a wet spot where the strain was greatest against my underwear. My heart was pounding, my own desire building exponentially the more aroused I got Laurie. Still, I was doing everything I could to maintain my composure and not let my own passion overwhelm me. I wanted to be able to make all this last as long as possible.

Finally, I made it to her beautiful, lace-encased breasts. By now, I was ready to simply pull the material aside and go for it, but I was still managing to maintain some semblance of control, to my own inner pride. Besides, I was having too much fun making Laurie writhe and moan for it to stop any time soon.

As it was, I kissed all around the cups of her bra, feeling the round softness against my cheek. On a whim, I placed my ear to Laurie's heart and heard it pound in excitement.

To be perfectly honest, Laurie was doing a pretty good job of maintaining some degree of composure, because she hadn't grabbed my head and guided it to where she wanted it most yet, either. Then again, I took a look and found that she had the sofa cushion clutched in a death grip.

Raising my head from her chest, I turned and whispered, "How ya doin', sexy?"

I couldn't help but smile when the response I received was a wordless moan.

Leaving Laurie's heaving breasts for the moment, I kissed my way up her throat and followed her jaw to her chin. My hands caressed up her arms and slid into her hair. When I placed my lips against hers once again, the dam broke.

Laurie left her desperate grasp on the sofa cushions and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips and tongue showing me just how aroused I'd managed to get her.

The angle I was at was proving a bit uncomfortable, especially with Laurie gripping me so hard, so I took the liberty of getting myself up off the floor and stretching out over Laurie's body, our kiss never separating.

Now, I felt like a teenager with his mom and dad away, trying to get lucky on a date. On the living room couch, only partially clothed, my body pressed against the warm, sexy curves of an incredibly horny woman, kissing like it was the last thing we'd ever do.

When we came up for air, Laurie was gasping. I laughed when I realized she was having trouble breathing due to my weight on top of her. When I rolled off deftly to the floor, she started to laugh a little, too.

"Bedroom," she finally got out. Music to my ears. I helped her off the couch and followed her quick step to the place I'd watched her get dressed for the evening.

Once inside, Laurie dropped to her knees and reached for me. She pulled me in close, then, instead of pulling my shorts down, she simply locked her mouth over the huge wet spot, and the cock head beneath.

Oh my god! I damn near came just from that! I was just as horny as Laurie, I'd just been suppressing it so I could continue my teasing. Now that we were beyond teasing, my body was gearing up for the main event.

After a couple minutes -- which I never wanted to end -- Laurie released my cock head just long enough to yank my boxers to the floor, causing my cock to bob free, finally! Now unrestrained, the pre-cum that'd been held in check from my covered erection's position flowed from the tip. Laurie darted forward to catch it in her mouth, then followed it up, gulping my hard-on down as deeply as she could go.

Now it was my turn to moan. I'm a little over average in length, but I'm thick, so deep-throating gets problematic. Laurie was doing her damnedest, though, even to the extent of gagging a little. I'd had my way with her, she could now have her way with me. I didn't mind in the least. What she was doing to me felt so damn good, I could barely stand it. When she started caressing my balls, I thought I was going to lose it right there, but one thing for me about cumming from oral sex is that it gets to be so intense a feeling, I can't get over the hump and let go. This time was the same way, though I'd have loved to see what Laurie did had my cock started unleashing its load. Given some of our conversations, and with some of the things she'd said she'd never done, or never had done to her, I have a good idea she'd have tried them at that time.

Laurie didn't want to take me out of her mouth, but I needed to get a taste of her, too. Finally, she released my cock from her mouth and looked wantonly into my eyes. I reached down and helped her to her feet, then reached around to unhook her bra. As it fell away, revealing her amazing breasts to me finally, I couldn't help but bend over and suck a nipple into my mouth.

I'd been ready to take my time here, too, but the sexual frenzy was well upon us both, and anything slower would have simply killed us. Laurie wasn't complaining that I was going too fast. I'd gotten her so horny with my teasing touch and kisses on her body, there was no need for subtlety.

An animal moan came from Laurie's throat, and her fingers tangled into my hair as she held me in place. I wrapped my arms around her waist and simply enjoyed myself. Like most men, I adore women's breasts, and I was willing to stay here for hours if she'd have me. I switched off from one nipple to the other, and eventually I got my hands into the act, kneading them and enjoying their weight.

I have no idea how long Laurie let me suck on her delicious tits, but as I said, I could have gone on far longer. Nevertheless, I felt her urge my head upward, so I disappointedly left her breasts and followed as she pulled my face into hers once again.

After several minutes of frantic kissing, Laurie finally pulled back, gasping, "Now I'm the one overdressed."

Well, that was something of a debate. I still hadn't gotten rid of my socks in our desperate urge to become one with the other, and all Laurie wore was a flimsy little thong, so it could have been debated that I was still wearing more than she was. The socks were quickly loose on the floor, though, leaving Laurie certainly the most completely clothed of anyone in the house.

"Strip me, Allan, please!" Laurie pleaded, wanting me to be the one to make her totally nude. The prospect sounded perfectly tremendous to me, so I reached down to her thong and yanked as hard as I could. There was the rending of fabric, but still the tiny little article held. "Goddamn it, now!" she demanded huskily, so with another tug, it eventually gave way.

Now, I was totally nude with the woman of my dreams. My god, her hot body felt so incredible against mine. Her soft curves fit so perfectly against me, it was beyond belief. I knew Laurie was ready for me. I was ready as hell for her, too.

But I needed to taste her. I'd been unable (or unwilling) earlier, even though I could have done what I wished. Now, I had to taste her on my tongue. It was imperative that she cum while my mouth was between her legs.

Without an explanation, I laid back on the bed, my head draped over the edge. "C'mere, baby," I purred. It took no prodding for Laurie to get the picture. She stepped forward, and I watched her beautiful, shaven pussy approach. Moments later, pussy was all I could see, and it was soaking.

The sight before me was heavenly, and my nose was filled with her incredibly sexy scent. There was little time to admire, though, we were both too worked up to take our time now.

Reaching around and holding Laurie's thighs, I raised my face and brought it in contact with her wet, gorgeous pussy.