Seduction Doubled

I tried to find the words to let him know how much I enjoy his kisses but could only come up with, "When you kiss me, I just want to melt at your feet."

John placed his forehead on mine, although he had to bend down a little to do so, and smiled as he looked into my eyes. "I'm going to kiss you again and again and again. You'll have to tell me when to stop."

Hearing this, I put my arms around him and offered him my mouth. This was even better. He took small little nibbles of my bottom lip and then my top lip as if he was going around in a big circle. Then he rested his lips against mine and I felt his breath on me. It was gentle, and relaxing. I don't know how long we stood just inside the door of the room but it seemed like a very long relaxing time. We were adjusting to the differences in our sizes along where certain body parts met. I learned where his waist was so I could put my arms around him and he had his hands on my bottom, pushing against me, allowing me to feel the beginning of his erection. I learned to put my right foot between his feet and he taught me how to tilt my head to just the right angle so he could move his lips slowly from one side of my mouth to the other or to my cheek and under my lower lip.

When he finally lifted his head, he was chuckling at me. "Do I need to hold you up or do you want me to carry you to the bed."

"I don't care." I was honest because I truly, really didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted and I would love every moment of it.

John leaned slightly to the side and whispered in my ear, "Will you let me play with you first?"

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JOHN - Oh my goodness, I had Mary in my arms and I wasn't sure I would ever have a second opportunity to do it and I wanted everything I could get from her, but most of all I wanted to touch her.

"What kind of playing did you have in mind?" Mary asked and I couldn't help but laugh. She had such a teasing way of asking questions, as if she might have a few ideas of her own.

"I want to take a shower first and then we shall see. You can join me if you like or just wait for me. I left a bottle of wine on the table, pour us a glass and I'll be with you in a few minutes."

I think I had my hair washed when the shower open a few inches. Mary stepped into the bathtub in front of me, and took the soap and washcloth out of my hands. For the first few moments, I was so busy looking at the beautiful woman before me, I didn't realize what she was doing. I don't think I've had a woman wash my body since I was able to take a bath on my own at the age of five or six. It was wonderful. She motioned me to turn around and she washed every inch of my back and across my hips. When I turned around, she began on my chest but stopped at my waist just when I knew she was going to touch me intimately. Then she knelt down in front of me and began to wash up and down my legs. I had to find something to hold onto when she picked up my feet and washed each of them, including between my toes.

As she worked her way up, my erection grew and grew, it was a wondrous feeling to have her rub lather onto the washcloth and wash my scrotum, gently holding it in her hand and softly massaging my balls, ending with a very soapy washcloth up and down my penis until I was shaking from the stimulation.

One of the things I'd always liked about hotel rooms was the endless supply of hot water. Mary put her arms around me and hugged me as she turned me around to the hot water and rinsed the soap off of my chest, with her arms around me and her breasts rubbing against my back I was trembling from the feelings her breasts were sending from my freshly washed toes to my tingling scalp. When I turned to rinse off my back, Mary was on her knees to lick the head of my cock. My knees buckled. I managed to lean back against the wall as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, rubbed the tip of her tongue against the sensitive spot on the underside of the crown, and began to suck my cock into her mouth. She engulfed me farther and farther into her wet hot mouth until she pressed her nose against my pubic bone.

Her head was moving back and forth as her lips wrapped around my cock. I watched her as it disappeared and then reappeared glistening with a coating of her saliva. I was not a novice at receiving a blow job, but neither my first wife nor my current wife could take me all the way into their throat. Mary, on the other hand, was doing so repeatedly, with more skill than I had ever seen on the few pornographic films I had watched. It startled me to realize I had just compared this very young woman to both of my wives, knowing they gave me something because I asked for it and Mary was doing it for the enjoyment she received and the pleasure she was giving. I vowed never to make another comparison; I would just enjoy what this young woman wanted to share with me.

"Mary, Mary, baby, honey, sweetheart, oh my God, you've got to stop. You're going to make me cum."

Mary looked up at me and without taking my cock out of her mouth, nodded and kept up the stimulation. I felt my balls draw up as cum surged upward. Her cheeks bulged once with the volume of my cum, but every drop, which included six or seven massive waves, went down her throat. I do not know how I managed to stay on my feet. I closed my eyes and after several times of softly banging my head against the wall of the shower enclosure, my chin was nearly resting on my chest. She was still for two or three very long minutes, as my slowly deflating cock rested inside her mouth.

She rose to her feet, while at the same time, allowed my cock to fall out of her mouth. She had her hand around me, still holding me, as hot water flowed down my back and down my chest. She put her other arm around my back and rested her cheek against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "Oh, you are a beautiful, wonderful, woman. How does a man tell a woman what it means to him when she does something like that for him?"

Mary mumbled something, which I did not understand, because my ears were still ringing for the pleasure she had given me, not to mention the water still pounding on my head. I put my hand under her chin and raised her face to mine, "I didn't hear you. Say that again."

"Thank you. He says, "Thank you."

"Yes then, thank you," I repeated and kissed her as tenderly as I could manage, although I was still breathing somewhat faster than usual. I began to wash her, but she said it wasn't necessary. I suggested that it certainly was necessary as she now knew every inch of my body and I did not want her to deprive me of learning about hers.

When men converse, particularly when women are not near enough to hear, they make a variety of remarks about women's bodies. Some are complimentary and others are sexist, and yet others as simply nasty. I believe it is a rare man who truly worships a woman's body, not for the individual parts, but for the whole shape of her.

I had an opportunity to see, touch, and taste a truly beautiful woman. Mary was soft, smooth, full of curves, and she allowed me to do what I wanted, without restraint. As I washed her long slender neck, she did not move when I bent to kiss the sides of her neck before I rubbed her with the soapy washcloth. As I moved my hands down her back, I abandoned the washcloth and used my hands, feeling each and every inch of her.

As I washed across the cheeks of her buttocks, she leaned forward, offering me the dark rosebud of her anus and only shimmered a little when I put my fingertip inside her. She stood still as my hand cupped her sex and my finger slid through her outer vaginal lips. I wanted to spend more time exploring her, but would leave that for when I had her more relaxed with my hands or mouth on her. I could not resist going up and down her legs, each time pressing my hand against her soft warm pussy. I knew what I was doing was stimulating, but she was allowing it and I felt sure she would stop me if I were too rough, or touching her too soon.

Mary's feet are ticklish and she tried so hard not to jerk her feet out of my hands, particularly when I was washing between her toes. I played with her a little and she playfully slapped at my hands when I carried it a little too far. After all, we were having fun, learning about each other and enjoying each other's reactions, without restraint. When I stood up to reach around and cup her breasts, Mary moaned. Oh, how I loved the sound of her voice. It seemed to echo around the walls of the bathtub.

I turned her around and allowed the soap to rinse off my hands as I played with her breasts. Every woman has sensitive nipples, but Mary's seemed to be exceptionally so. I leaned over, placed my flat tongue on one light brown areola, and felt the center nipple hardening and growing into a round firm raisin sized nub. She took a very deep breath when I put my hands of the sides of one breast and sucked the areola and surrounding flesh into my mouth, moving my flat tongue across the center nipple. Her whole body shook as if she was having a small climax. Just to test my theory, I did the same to the other breast and felt a similar reaction, a deep breath, and a body shaking I could barely believe.

"John, oh John, please, please no more."

I put my arms around her and held her. "Oh baby, please let me do this for you. I want you to enjoy it."

Mary laughed lightly, "I'm afraid I'll fall."

"Alright, let me finish and get us rinsed off."

I spent a little time washing her pubic hair, which she stood still for, even though I know she was watching what I was doing. I looked up at her and she was smiling, enjoying that I liked to touch her. I leaned over kissing the top of her mound and heard her chuckle as she wiggled her hips, finally laughing as I clutched the cheeks of her buttocks and buried my face in the soft hair at the top of her mound and growled, sending vibrations into her body.

After opening the bathroom door, I took my time drying her as she rubbed a towel through her hair. By the time I was finished, about all I needed was a quick swipe of the towel across my chest and between my legs, which Mary seemed to take delight in taking a very long time to accomplish.

I was pleasantly surprised to see Mary had removed the bedspread and turned the bed down before joining me in the shower. I had her stand beside the bed for a few minutes and kissed her for a while. She was so responsive to gentle kisses I was tempted to continue for much longer, although I would have preferred to do so with her seated comfortably on my lap. I finally allowed her to lie down while I went to retrieve the wine. We both took a small sip from our glasses, but there were many other things I wanted to taste and it seemed Mary had a similar hunger. My analysis proved correct when I put my glass down on the small table beside the bed, and she placed her glass next to mine.

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MARY - John was a lot of fun, and I was enjoying him, which surprised me a little. I had expected to be so nervous, but his humor and the attention he gave me were so disarming, any apprehension I felt at first, disappeared within a few minutes of walking into the room. He kissed me until my knees were weak, and while in the shower, he tickled me until I couldn't stand it any more, and made me quake with his mouth on my breasts. When he finally allowed me to lie down, I knew from the look on his face that he had only begun.

He put one knee on the bed and covered me with his body as his mouth began to kiss me senseless. Almost as suddenly as he began, he stopped. "I have to stop this, you luscious thing, or I'll forget to take my time and enjoy you. I want our time together to last."

"Do you always take so much time to give a woman pleasure?"

"Yes, sweet one, but only if my lover allows it and I have yet to find one who will allow me to give all I want without insisting that she can stand no more." John grinned and nuzzled a spot he claimed was most delicious and then rolled to the side, saying, "Let me see how much pleasure you will accept."

John kissed me, and while he did so, he stroked my shoulders, ran his hands down my arms, held my hands, moved my head to position me so he would have better access to all the tiny pleasure nerves he found and I did not tire of his touch. Then he put his hands on my breasts. As he had done in the bath, I was soon quaking from his ministrations. The stimulation of my nipple sent a message down the nerve pathways to my feminine core and I was soon experiencing an orgasm so strong that I literally shook the bed.

"Oh John, oh, oh, oh umm-m-m." I heard my voice going down deeply, into some kind of semi-aware state, which I could not have described had I needed to do so to retain my sanity. I was barely aware he had moved to the other breast until I was once again experiencing a shattering climax and John was holding me, soothing me and whispering in my ear.

"Enjoy it, precious one, enjoy it, and I will give you another."

As he moved down my body, I felt warmth and wetness where his mouth touched and I was barely aware he had lifted my knees to place my legs over his shoulders. I have given and received oral sex before, but none of those experiences could compare to what John was sharing with me.

He shared his saliva with me and took my juices into his mouth as if he was feasting on ambrosia. He sucked, licked and nibbled on my vaginal lips and held me open with his thumbs, then allowed the lips to close while he ran his tongue up and down between the narrow slit between them. His finger was inside me and when he pulled it out, he captured the thin inner lips fluttering his tongue against them as the tissues swelled and swelled, growing ever more sensitive as he did so.

While his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, his finger was inside me, pressed up as if he could touch the underside of my belly button. The pad of his finger was going around, around the edges of the inner spot until the petals swelled, and opened fully so he could rub the rough inner part of the fully bloomed flower. The orgasm that exploded inside me caused me to lift my body off the bed so high, only the back of my head was touching the bed, and my legs braced against John's shoulders and back.

I screamed his name and none other, knowing full well who was treating me with such passionate touches. I moaned and felt another flood of moisture spraying on my legs and forming a puddle beneath me. I do not know how many times he pulled this kind of a response from me. I did not count, and I may not have been fully aware of all that he was doing with me. At his insistence, I rolled over and knew his hands were on me, while his mouth left a wet trail of saliva from the back of my neck and down my backbone, until his nose was pushing against my tail bone and his hard tongue delved into my anus. For a while, I was upright, on my knees with my arms braced against the wall behind the bed, I could look down and see his face between my legs while his hands held my hips, moving me at his will.

Once I was on my back, with his shoulders supporting my legs and his hands elevating my hips to give him the access he wanted. His day old beard abraded my inner thighs and heightened the sensitivity of the outer lips of my labia until a tender touch of his tongue caused me to jerk and moan.

When I felt the head of John's hot cock resting at the entrance to my vagina, I pulled him in and heard him offering words of praise, which I did not fully comprehend for I was mindless to words, only enjoying the feelings he aroused in me.

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JOHN - Experiencing the smaller climaxes Mary had while I stimulated her breasts made my cock so hard I felt I could have used it as a battering ram if the need arose. When I rose up to allow her legs to fall to the side, she was shaking so badly I feared she would shake me off. I needn't have worried though, because when I offered my cock to her, she took it. She actually took control of pulling my cock inside herself, effortlessly, easily, as if it was her right to do so, and I relinquished control to her superior strength.

"Receive me, Mary. Draw me in, hold me inside and take from me what you want. Use me Mary. Pull it from me. Oh yes, oh God yes. Squeeze me like that again."

Her repeated muscle contractions were so strong and lasted for so long she began to milk a climax from me and I needed to do nothing but rest inside her and allow it to happen. It was glorious. I could not believe the strength of Mary's climax. For the first time in my life, I believed a human body could levitate, for that is how I felt. It was as if she held me above her and I was floating inside her realm of power. I moved in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the feel of her lush, moist, velvet. Even though she pleaded, I would not go faster. I wanted to enjoy this. When she demonstrated frustration that she was not able to climax, I withdrew and pleasured her with my mouth. On and on we moved together as if time was of no importance to either of us. Several times the blood flow to my cock slowed, or reversed and Mary used her fabulous mouth to bring me back to a wonderful hardness, which she pulled into herself as if she owned me.

As her contractions began to subside, I was moving in and out of her at such a furious pace I was mindless with the animal instinct to copulate with the strongest, to preserve our kind. Where I had managed to stop several times before, to withdraw, and rest while I gave her pleasure with my mouth, after giving Mary another climax, I could not stop this one. It was a pure animal need to drive my sperm laden cum into her deepest recesses and place it where it could find her egg. I was not thinking, I was reacting, I did not see her beneath me, nor could I hear her moan or her words of pleasure, I could only roar with my own ecstasy of completion and fall into her oblivion.

I do not know how long I rested on top of her, but I felt her hands comforting me, soothing me, and brushing the perspiration from my brow and from my shoulders. I was shaking from the exertion and from the joy of sharing a few moments of the pure feeling of being one with a woman.

As I rolled to the side and pulled Mary into my arms, I could not believe the room was filling with light from a small separation between the curtains covering the window. Had I truly been making love to this woman since eight o'clock the previous night?

I was threading my fingers through her hair. "Do you feel as if you have run a marathon?"

"Maybe, but I may also be foolish enough to think I could leave this room and run another."

I laughed, and held her still as she moved on top of me, "As do I, lovely one. Oh what fools we mortals are to believe we have the strength of gods."

I heard a loud murmur in my stomach and suddenly realized I'd had no dinner the previous evening. I was ravenous. I sensed Mary was just as hungry as I was. "Mary, my sweet, I would like to share a shower with you and take you to breakfast. Do we dare?"

"Oh John, I would love that, but let's save it for another time. I really should leave. I'm going to call in to the office today and take the morning off."

Although I offered, and Mary considered it, we decided that we would likely not get any rest if we spent more time together. We laughed, kissed, sighed, and teased each other as we cleaned the evidence of our loving from our bodies. As we dressed, I promised her a better meeting place next time, if she would consent to see me again.

"John, only a foolish woman would refuse such a wonderful lover, and I am far from foolish. I am too well satisfied to think of refusing your seduction."