The Finer Points of Sheila Ch. 02

I was surprised the waiter even remembered names in a place this big as I followed him though the crowd and then the dining tables. The smell of expensive foods and wines permeated the air, so thick you could almost touch it. The underlying aroma of smoke complimented the mix as we moved forward. Finally, the waiter motioned to a booth, secluded from the main floor, warmly lit with muted orange and yellow lights. Sitting in the booth was the woman who had pretty much stolen my affections.

"Hello," Sheila smiled.

She was in the most beautiful black dress I had ever seen. It was simple and yet so powerful as it framed her body to perfection. The dress dipped from its spaghetti straps to show her cleavage in a modest yet undeniably provocative way, while the skirt ended just above her knees. A slit ran up the side and revealed a glimpse of her thigh. Her legs were smooth and shiny in the glow as she walked over to me and took my hand. Her sepia-toned hair fell at her shoulders in waves I had only seen in those shampoo and conditioner commercials on the television. Her lips were a dark, neutral red and seemed to be more full that I had ever thought possible. Her eyes were the only mysterious part of her, keeping their tantalizing secrets for later.

"Hello," I smiled and kissed her deeply, not caring who saw us. Sheila returned the favor, our tongues sliding together as we greeted each other.

"You made it," she grinned, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"You're surprised?" I asked as we sat down in the booth.

Sheila looked away for a moment. "Well, there was a part of me that thought you might change your mind."

I looked at her. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because I'm so much older than you."

"Hey," I took her hand again and squeezed gently, stroking her index finger with my thumb, "That doesn't matter to me at all. You understand?"

She smiled such a beautiful smile that it made my heart flutter a little. "Yes, I think I do. You look so sexy."

"You're just saying that cause you wanna get laid."

"I mean it," Sheila laughed and then added, "And I want to get laid."

We talked about everything over dinner, from my plans for the future to Tom's refusal to come home much anymore after the incident. Sheila revealed Elle was slipping further and further away from her, and I told her about the hostility her daughter had displayed towards her recently.

"I stick up for you," I said, taking another drink of water, "But you know Elle."

"Yes I do," Sheila shook her head, "I just can't believe all this is happening. I'm losing her."

"She loves you Sheila, she really does," I offered, pushing my plate away, full and content for the moment, "She just has her own issues right now. She'll come around"

The music began again as a more modern band replaced the crooners and set the beat for more lively dancing. Sheila looked into the circle of the dance floor where everyone was gathering and, for better or worse, dancing. She stared at me and asked, "You feel adventurous?"

I looked at the crowd of people. "You feel like being embarrassed? I dance like Jerry Lewis in 'The Nutty Professor'."

"That's fine," she winked as she pulled me up out of my seat and led me to the dance floor, "I'll be your Stella Stevens."

Soft blue lights illuminated us as Sheila held my hand, leading the way. I watched her ass under her dress, engrossed and disbelieving this was actually happening. After a few minutes we found a decent spot and Sheila began dancing with me. The beat of the music was undeniably Latin and fast, relentless as the crowd let the alcohol go to their heads and cut loose. I felt a little self-conscious as we danced. Sheila was so fluid, so natural in every movement as she gyrated her hips, letting her legs gracefully complete each movement as though it were second nature. Her breasts heaved and bounced as she taught me how to dance.

"You need to loosen up," she laughed at me as she grabbed my hips and moved mine to her own, the repetitive undulations sexy and needful. She looked me dead in the eyes and held my gaze. A light film of perspiration had covered our skin, making us shine in the cool blue lights.

"Like this?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers. My hands rested on top of hers as she held my hips, our bodies moving closer and closer together. Each beat of the music was a catalyst for some new and exciting emotion as we neared each other. It was so far away from the past, from the reality we lived in each day. It was no longer about age or distance, school or motherhood but about two souls, a common purpose between them.

"Just like that," she whispered, and time seemed to slow down, the music becoming a muted thumping of a beat we could no longer hear but felt as our noses touched. I heard her draw a breath that echoed though my world, shaking it and soothing it like a steady wind. I felt her heart beating in turn with mine as our bodies touched, electrified with a feeling I hadn't known since I first lost my virginity. She couldn't move her hands, and I didn't want her to ever move them again as our lips met.

There was something in that kiss, that one singular kiss that set it apart from every other one we had shared since that Sunday morning. I knew what was happening to us, as impossible as it might have seemed two weeks ago as she kissed me, tasting me for what felt like the first time. And maybe it was the first time. We had none of the baggage here at The Freeling that we had carried around at home. We were free here. She moaned against my lips and I felt my cock growing against her thigh.

"Upstairs?" I asked quietly, breaking our kiss.

"Upstairs," she kissed me again, took my hand, and led me away.

***

"This shit had better be good, Brett," Rob Caleb warned as they exchanged the heroine for money, "If it's as good as you say, I'm in for another grand."

"Dude, this shit is the fucking Mad Max Road Warrior Shit Storm," Brett smiled and slapped customer's shoulder as he stepped into the hallway of the second floor of The Freeling. "Why would I drive all the way out here to deliver if I wasn't making good on my promises?"

"Just get the fuck out of here," Rob growled and closed the door. Brett flipped through his money, making sure the three thousand was crisp, green and accounted for. He smiled to himself and walked to the elevator. As he approached the corner, he heard Doug's voice coming down the hall. In the windows, he could see around the corner slightly and the reflection showed him with a woman. Brett ducked behind one of the huge potted palm plants.

"This must be Judy," Brett chuckled as he waited for them to round the corner. Sure enough, it was Doug looking very nice as he escorted his mystery date. Brett nodded his head in approval as he checked her out. She was stacked and definitely dressed to kill as they stopped at the door across from his hiding place. Brett was imagining the woman's ass naked when she turned, and kissed Doug full on the lips. Brett dropped his money on the floor as his eyes went wide.

"That's Elle's mom," he whispered to himself, watching them unlock the door, and then hang a do not disturb sign on the knob. It slammed shut, and he could only sit there, shocked.

"Either I got some bad shit, or that was Mrs. Crane and Doug," he shook his head, but knew full well what he had seen. He thought of the broken table Elle had mentioned, and how she said it was like two people had fucked on it and broken it.

"Fuck me Freddy," he whispered, grabbed his money and hurried out.

***

Our kisses had become frantic and breathless as Sheila tugged at my belt, slid it off and tossed it. It landed on the floor with a metallic jingle as the buckle hit. She tore at my shirt, actually ripping the buttons off. They flew like tiny bullets as she felt my body with her hands, memorizing my muscles and the smooth texture of my skin. I pulled her straps down and she wiggled out of her dress, letting it bunch up at her feet. She kicked it away and it lighted on the television set, draping there. Her high heels came off next with two swift kicks as she kissed me.

"I have missed you so much," I managed as I undid my pants.

"God I want you," she growled and pulled me to the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist as I finally came free of my pants and underwear. We embraced each other, my cock grinding against her wet pussy. I vaguely realized that she hadn't been wearing panties, and if she had been, they came off with the dress. She felt so hot against me as we rolled all over the king size bed, our tongues locked together.

I managed to unhook her bra and she slipped it off, letting her breasts free for my needing tongue. She straddled me and leaned forward as I licked her nipples, suckled on them, my tongue darting at them like a crazed snake. She ran her hands through my hair, closing her eyes and relishing every movement of my hands. I cupped her large, milky breasts as though they were a national treasure. Each lick was a testament to my attraction to her, to my need and lust for her. Every suckle and kiss on her skin was a promise of my commitment to please her, to make her feel as though there were no other woman that could ever compare.

With a gentle roll, I guided her onto her back and laid her out straight. I moved with smooth, intentional purpose, my frantic passion giving way to a more professional experienced want. My tongue flicked her neck, followed by hot, wet kisses down her chest, across her collarbone and shoulders and then directly between her tits. I held her hands aside gently, and licked her nipples again, my tongue applying a pressure and friction to her tips hoping that she might scream. They were so hard and sensitive as I kissed them, suckled on them and teased them.

I kissed under the swells off her breasts, over her ribs in a back and forth sweeping motion, my tongue leaving a wet trail marking her as mine. She bit her lip as I applied hot, long wet French kisses to her belly, around her navel and below causing her to heat up internally. I imagined an oven, the fire being stoked to burn hotter and faster. I kissed down her legs, dragging my tongue down the insides of her thighs, down to the knees and calves. I kissed down to her foot and gently kissed each toe, and then worked my way back up, spreading her legs apart as I went.

When I reached her pussy, I immediately went to kissing her clit, my tongue working it's way to position as she squirmed under me, moaning my name. I swirled my tongue around her hard button, desperate to please her. I flicked it and nibbled on it, playing with and teasing it as much as I could. Sheila was now moaning so loudly I was sure anyone next door was getting a hell of an audio show. I felt her hands on my head, through my hair and back up to her breasts as I worked her. I watched her pinch and pull her nipples hard as she neared her climax.

I slid my hands up and massaged her tits as she started cumming. I tweaked her nipples hard as she squirted her vaginal fluids. Her cry was loud and heartfelt, even soulful as she was carried away by her climax. I stopped and lay next to Sheila as her eyes were shut tight, her mouth open as she sucked in air.

"Do you know what you do to me?" she asked, every other punctuated with a heavy breath.

"Probably exactly what you do to me," I said, watching her impressive breasts heave up and down as she recovered. Sheila smiled at me and grasped my shaft. I forgot all about the condoms I had left in my duffel, in my car in the parking garage as she straddled me. My cock slipped into her wet pussy and once again, I was in a place I had only read about. I could feel her tighten and squeeze around my shaft as she began humping me, her hands braced against my pecs.

As we found our rhythm, a thought occurred to me that for the first time, without any question or doubt, I knew I had graduated from merely fucking to making love with someone. Sheila seemed to sense this revelation as she leaned down, her massive tits resting on my chest and kissed me gently.

Sheila could sense the orgasm building up inside me already as she rode my cock. But the night was young, and for the moment so was she. She gasped as my shaft began rubbing her just the right way. Sheila threw her head back, a smile on her face as she moaned. She knew, just I knew that the impossible was coming true.

She was falling for me... and I for her.

...to be continued...