Ms. G

When I heard the knock on the door, I slid out of bed and into my short, black robe; the silk material immediately prompting my nipples to harden. Opening the door, I drove a hand into my hair and cocked a hip. "Hi," I said with a smirk. She was wearing grey yoga pants, a pale yellow pullover, and her flip-flops were pink. Make-up gone and hair loosely tied back, she looked adorable.

"Hello Genevieve. I brought wine." She held up the bottle she was holding and smiled with those baby-blues.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable." I moved aside, and watched her cute little ass glide past me and melt into the cushions of the couch. She crossed her legs and planted the bottle on the coffee table. Her eyes were glued to my thighs as I sauntered to the kitchenette and grabbed our glasses. She was tracing my ass up to the great dip of my waist and slight cleavage that was visible. She seemed far more at ease than earlier in the club. Perhaps the public eye had taken her confidence.

I popped the top and poured a glass without a word; I wanted to watch her eyes follow me. I felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion; this was a rare feeling, I am quite accustomed to being the lion. She was nibbling on her bottom lip when I handed her a glass. She looked down into the wine, her shyness creeping back. Maybe it was just me that made her so shy. I sipped quietly and undressed her with my eyes. I was wondering what size her breasts were, and what color her nipples were when she began to speak.

"I love your hair like that," she looked up, "I didn't know it was so long, and curly."

"I had it straightened earlier, curls up when I wet it though." I was sitting in the chair across from her, legs crossed, and eyeing her harshly. I was pleased at her presence but unsure of her intentions. She was apparently married, absolutely stunning, and confused out her mind. And I wasn't in the mood to be teased. My hair was one of my best assets, however, hardly conversation worthy. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a dance instructor, ballet. I teach little girls and boys in my studio. And you Genevieve?"

"I'm a personal assistant; I run a cardiology office in the Garden District. You can call me GeGe, or G if you like." I parted my legs, only for a moment, and crossed them again.

"I like Genevieve," she said, sipping at the glass and rubbing her hand down a long thigh.

"I need to know your name cher, nickname..something."

"LeeAnn." She was fidgeting now, looking around the room. I left my chair and strode around the table. She sat with her arms tight to her sides when I slid down next to her. "Why did you come here LeeAnn?"

"I...I'm infatuated with you, your lips, your body is so...I don't know." She was trying hard to get it out, but dropped her head in defeat. She breathed deeply for a moment, and I remained silent; I needed her to say it. "I wanted you when I saw you dancing; I wanted you like I've never wanted anyone in my entire life. I've never had these feelings before and I just didn't want to chicken out. I always do. And I'm not involved with anyone! I am married though, but separated all the while. I'm just, I'm sorry."

I watched intently as she spoke; I didn't tolerate liars and could sniff them out easily. She was being sincere. I could tell that she was flustered and flighty, so I moved with haste; sitting my glass down, taking hers and doing the same with it. I looked deep into her eyes before moving in. I cupped her face in my small hands, and began to lick her lips. Her eyes immediately closed and her mouth parted in anticipation. I gently bit her lip and relished in the moan that escaped from between them. She was so needy. I would keep her waiting. I led a trail of kisses down her throat, sucking softly on her neck; memories of our body shots dancing in my head. Her flavor was moistening my bare nether lips. I wondered how wet hers had become.

I encircled my arms around her waist and drew backwards until she was sitting atop me, straddling my round hips. I spread my hands, supporting her back, and pushed her sweatshirt up and over her head. Her bra was a sheer yellow lace; it had low cups that showcased her prominent breasts. The swells were large and incredibly pale; beautiful orange freckles sprinkled across them. I could see her nipples through the fabric. They were thick and already protruding upwards, straining against the delicate lace. Her tummy was as flat as a board and lightly muscled. Her waist was smooth with a feminine flare at the hips. A gold ring sat daintily in her belly button; I made a mental note to play with it later on.

I was running my hands up and down her thighs, achingly slow. Her head was bent towards me; I knew she was watching intently, her hair bringing a shadow across her face. I leaned forward until my nose was between her breasts. I draped kisses over their swells, leaving a slippery trail as I went. My fingers wandered up her back, locating the clasp of her bra, and deftly unloosened it. Her heavy breasts bounced. I pulled the bra off and palmed her healthy globes. They were incredibly creamy, soft and inviting. I couldn't help but drool; I'm sure that I looked like a dog watching roast beef sizzle over an open fire. I squeezed and kneaded them, my thumbs hovering just above the nipples; they were an angry red and begging to be coaxed. I nibbled and licked the expanse of her chest, down to her itty bitty waist. Her skin was hot to my touch. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating.

My tongue was running slow circles around her areolas, over the bottoms of her breasts, over the sides and between them. My hands were running over her entire body. I massaged her back, thrust my fingers into her orange tresses, and trailed them back down to cup her cute little ass. Her head had fallen back and her hips were making subtle movements. She was cooing deep in her throat, hungrily. Every spot on her body I touched jumped at the contact. She felt electric.

When I felt that she couldn't take the teasing any longer, I turned my attention to those hard nubs. I enclosed one in my mouth, suckling softly. Her taste was like nothing I'd ever had before. I could smell her intimacy coming from her splayed thighs. I could see the wetness forming there, darkening the gray of the fabric. I bit tenderly on her nipple, flicked my tongue over it, and blew a bit of cold air.

"Ohhh Genevieve. Please," she cooed.

"You like this don't you?"

"Mmm," was all that she could force out.

As I moved my mouth to the opposite nipple, I slid a hand down her belly, to her juncture that was coming in contact with my tummy each time she thrust forward. She bucked when my hand cupped her mound; her wetness was so hot I should have seen steam. My own juices had formed a stain on the cushions beneath us. I turned my hand until the palm was flat against her belly, my thumb placed directly on her clitoris. I lapped like a hungry kitten at her nipples and began rubbing circles over clit. It was large and pulsed with every stroke I gave.

Her moaning was louder now and she was whispering words I couldn't understand. With my free hand I pinched her nipple, and laughed at her response; her hips bucked and she drew in a sharp breath. I was starting to think this older woman had a thing for pain. I nibbled and licked, alternating between each breast. My own hips were moving in response to hers, small moans escaping my lips. I bit her a little harder, squeezing her breast with more force, and ran my thumb over her faster. Her hips were bucking spasmodically, and I had to latch my mouth to her nipple to stay with her. The aroma emanating from her yoga pants was strong and sensual; she was practically leaking beneath my thumb. I could feel her orgasm building, pounding against my body. Her eyes her shut tight, her brow knit in concentration. As she came, she gave short yelps before letting out a final groan and collapsing against me.

Her thighs were still trembling moments later. She was cooing softly in my ear, as I massaged her.

"Oh my goodness, I've never come like that before."

"You are so beautiful when you do; I've got to see it again." I smiled big at her and rolled until she was sitting on the couch. I stood and strode towards the bed. Before reaching it, without turning, I untied the belt of my robe and let it fall; my caramel colored skin glistening like gold in the moonlight. I lay on the cool sheets, facing her, elbows propping me up and legs splayed. She watched from the couch, her eyes wide open, but still filled with innocence.

I crooked a finger at her, "Come here, and take off your clothes baby." Before standing, she took the last sip of her wine; tossing her head back, much like she'd done at the bar. She set the glass down and slipped her hands into the waistline of her pants. She was facing me; leaving her entire body for my eyes to feast. Her hair had come untied during our playtime, leaving it free to cascade about her shoulders; the flush that had covered her face was beginning to fade, her milky white skin coming back into view, those orange freckles shining like glitter across her cheeks, shoulders, and breasts. Those gorgeous breasts sat heavy and very round, her nipples still an angry red. They made her look as if she could tip over from their weight. Her swan-like neck was bowed as she pushed the bottoms down around her ankles.

I bit my lip as I watched her bend her knees to step out the pants. Her legs seemed to go on forever. They were flawless; beautifully sculpted, and left no doubt that she was in ballet, as she'd told me. Her panties were a match to the bra, adorned in yellow lace. She tenderly stripped them off and dropped them on the table. Her mound was completely hairless as I'd imagined and I could see her lips glistening from my place on the bed. She walked on the tips of her toes to me, her eyes to the carpet.

When she stood before me, I rose to a sitting position. I ran my hands over the light flare of her hips, the length of her thighs, down to her muscled calves. I wanted to remember everything about her. She was breathing heavily again and watching me. I locked my chocolate-brown eyes with her baby-blue ones and moved my hands up the palm her breasts. She hissed and shuffled her feet. I pushed a thigh between hers, put a hand under her knee and draped that leg over my shoulder. I did so slowly, as not to startle her or knock off her balance.

With my eyes still on hers, I planted a kiss on her lower lips. I placed little kisses along each lip, never coming into contact with her soaking slit. Her clit was still large and looked to be begging for attention. It was an angry red like her nipples and I was starving for it, but I couldn't help but tease for a moment.

"Please, just please." She was making small circles with her hips and moaning through her full, pouting lips. It was so incredibly sexy; I wanted to flip her over and fuck her with all I had, but that would have to wait.

I opened my mouth wide on her pussy, tongue kissing as if it were her mouth. I licked as slow as molasses, sliding my tongue over that hard nub, eliciting screams of pleasure and more delicious juices. Her head was thrown back again, her fingers deep in my hair this time. She was grinding her hips, pushing her slit back and forth on my mouth and chin. The older woman was lost in the pleasure I was giving her, mumbling something incomprehensible. I felt her thighs began to flex and knew she was going over the edge. Her hips were jerking quickly now, making her breasts bounce and she was practically yelling. Her mouth was open, pushed into a sweet "O" and she was pulling my hair. She came with a fury, suddenly still, juices rushing from her.

She was whispering my name and now running her hands through my hair. I continued softly lapping at her trembling pussy, before slowly removing her thigh from my shoulder. She practically collapsed on top of me, pushing us flat onto the bed. Her skin was a brilliant pink from head to toe. I moved until we both lay on our sides, legs intertwined. I caressed her hair, her back, and bottom as her breathing began to return to normal. I spread kisses over her neck, shoulders, and the crests of those plump globes.

"I'm so happy I've met you Genevieve...I'm so overwhelmed." Her voice was low and sounded like a song.

"Cher, I'm lost in you." I whispered against her collarbone.

"You should know, I've never come with anyone else, ever." I looked up to see a smile playing over her lips. Her rounded eyes opened and peered down into mine, glittering with arousal and adoration. I lifted my mouth to hers and locked our lips. My tongue traced her lips, first the bottom then the top, before slipping inside to tangle with hers. I wanted her to taste her juices that coated my mouth. She was moaning deep in her throat, yielding her body against mine. She still had a hand thrust deep into my thick tresses, but had moved her other down my body; tentatively exploring my ample curves. I let her take her time, it being the first time she'd ever caressed a woman.

I slowly broke the kiss, opening my eyes to watch her lick her lips. I quickly got up from the bed, leaving her to lie on her stomach. I walked to the coffee table, to take a sip of my wine, then to my luggage. From it, I took my white leather harness that held a 7" dildo; it was pink with specks of silver glitter throughout, I thought it was cool. Plus it was equipped with a naughty massager on the opposite side, just for me. After securing it about my hips, I sauntered back to bed, kneeling before it. I kissed a line up her calves and thighs, placing my hands at each hip. I moved up her body, pushing my nose between her cheeks, savoring her musk. She groaned into the pillows before propping up on her elbows. Before letting her turn to see what I was up to, I straddled her thighs with mine and held the head of the toy at her sopping entrance. She gasped but said nothing.

I pushed until I saw the pink head disappear between the flushed lips of her womanhood. She sighed as I began to pump my hips against her bottom, forcing the member in and out of her wet channel. I straightened my arms and tightened my grip on her hips for better leverage. I humped her with hard, slow strokes, almost removing the toy each time only to thrust back with enough force to bring a strained bark from her throat.

Her juices were pouring down her thighs, and her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets on either side of her. The friction of our lovemaking was driving me into frenzy; my thighs couldn't help but tremble. I moved my hands to hers, intertwining our finger, and pressed my breasts to her back. Our bodies were slick with sweat, adding to the intimacy we shared. My breathing was heavy as I pushed my face into the crook of her neck; I knew I couldn't last much longer. She was mumbling again, I could hear it now, but still couldn't understand.

"You ready to come for me baby?" I began pumping my hips furiously, driving the dildo deep into her sweet pussy. I could feel her body tightening, stiffening with each stroke as she gushed. "Mmm I feel you coming." I bit on her neck, my eyes rolling back, as I heard her screams of pleasure. My orgasm began deep in my tummy, but swept hard and fast through my entire body, rocking the both of us.

We both lay still moments later, working to slow our breathing; aftershocks of the powerful orgasms still causing our bodies to quake. When I could gather myself, I slid the dildo out with a plop and lifted myself from the bed to remove it. Once doing so, I returned to the still whimpering older woman. I spread the sheets over us, fluttering kisses over her face, as I caressed her rust-colored hair.

"What language were you speaking?"

Her color rose, "Gaelic, I didn't realize that I was saying anything."

"It was very erotic; you sounded beautiful."

Her gaze left mine, "You are beautiful, so beautiful. I'm infatuated with you, with the contrast of our skin, our bodies." Her eyes wandered over my swollen cinnamon-brown lips, up to my button nose, then deep into my wide eyes. That innocence was there, hunger with it. She only stared for a moment, before tracing her eyes upwards over the roots of my hair; she followed the jet black curls down over my shoulders and breasts. She bit her lip, "Did I hurt you when I pulled it?"

"Yes. It felt good."

"That was the best feeling I have ever had...My husband-." She slapped a hand over her mouth and whispered apologies. I thought that I might be angry; but I wasn't. It didn't displease me to hear her mention him. It had actually boosted my ego. I knew from the way that she melted in my hands, that I had been her best lover. I was even turned on that I'd made this married woman coo like a baby, and beg for me.

"No worries, cher. You don't have to worry about that," I reassured her. I looked over at the nightstand; the clock read 4:15am.

Before I could speak, she said, "I'd love to stay with you, I know that you're leaving soon...but I can take you to the airport." Her eyes were wide and she had that babydoll look again. An alarm went off in my head; she was getting attached. In any other situation I would have ushered her out the door with a quick dismissal. But I simply didn't want to; I wanted her to stay with me, and I wanted to stay with her, and I wasn't comfortable thinking further than that.

I nodded and caressed her bottom. Her lids were heavy now, so I rolled onto my back, allowing her to rest her head on my breast, her mouth settled near my little nipple. In minutes we were both fast asleep.

A flurry of horns and screeches woke me; I couldn't believe there was roadrage this early. It took a while for my mind to snap back to the current. I yawned and stretched as if I'd had a full nights rest; the clock only read 5:57am. I rose from the bed of tangled sheets and strode into the bathroom. The mirror was large, full length and covered the expanse of one wall. My entire body had a satisfied glow to it; giving my skin a golden hue. My hair was disheveled, the curls now unruly; my eyes were still low.

I peeked out the door and at the life-size porcelain doll still asleep in my bed. She was absolutely radiant; she was lying partially on her side, her hair falling over her face. My eyes scanned her body before settling on her most intimate spot. Her lips were a rosy pink, long and thick. Her clitoris was the largest one I'd ever tasted or seen. It was bulbous, fat, with a pale pink color that made it appear as delicate as it truly was. I admit, I was smitten. She was so sweet, so sincere, naive, and just beautiful.

I looked down at my own womanhood; my bush was thick, covering a large portion of my mound, but trimmed into a neat circle. I kept my lips and backside completely waxed. They were short and puffy, in contrast to hers. Then again, everything about us was in contrast; I was brown where she was milky white, bold where she was shy and aggressive where she was deliciously submissive. I moved as quite as I could back into the room, slipping into bed and between her legs. She was still sleeping silently when I pushed her thighs apart, planting my smooth lips on top of hers. I moved my hips until our clits were pressed against each other. She groaned in her sleep. I circled the tip of my tongue down the length of her neck.

"Baby wake up. I need you." I began grinding my hips in a slow fluid motion. Her eyes popped open in surprise; they were so bright, so blue, so deep. I wanted to fall into them. Her arms came up to lace around my back, her legs doing the same at my hips. Her pussy was getting wet and moans her were getting longer. I sucked on her neck like a hungry infant.

She was so open, our inner lips sliding over each other, our clits rubbing; hardening with each thrust. Her hips were moving in synch with mine. Her thick nipples grazed my tiny nubs and I had to slow my motions to keep from coming. Her moaning sounded like a song in my ears. Her body shuddered once and I quickened my pace. She dragged her nails down my back until her palm rested over the large globes of my ass. She gripped them, forcing my hips downward; pushing hers to meet mine, trying to get closer in our passionate lovemaking.