Christmas Business in New York

She brought her face close to my neck, kissed and licked and then let her hot breath tell me, "You would stretch me."

We kissed and touched through our clothing for a few more minutes. She and I worked to remove her panties and everything I had on below the waist. She thrust and felt the thrill of my hard cock spreading her pussy's lips and the back-side of my shaft grinding against her covered clit. Finally, I picked her up, carried her to the big king sized bed and lay her down gently. I felt her tense up as I released her. She was worried about what I might see. I finished stripping for her slowly in the dim light as she had adjusted it. She examined every inch of me. When I turned away, she looked puzzled, "Pull the comforter back, while I make this a little more intimate."

I dimmed the three way lamp in the setting alcove and turned all the other lights off. The bed was in near darkness. Only shapes could be recognized. Neither of us could see any detail on the other's body. We would have to feel with our hands, our lips and our bodies.

We were both hot and ready. I stood at the foot of the bed; Carla reached for me.

"Spread your legs, Carla. I want to taste you."

Her body released a soft pleading moan as she followed my instructions and laid back.

I wanted to cum but my age could hold that off. I wanted to please her and let her know that all I had said about scars was true. I wanted to know if she were noisy and wet when she came. If she could cum more than once; how rough she would be; if she could be half of what I imagined.

No other foreplay was necessary; I crawled between her legs, played with her soaking lips, trailed a finger across her clit and then slowly pushed my finger inside her to press her g-spot. My lips closed over her clit as my finger tip touched where the magic would begin. Another finger was needed. I licked, kissed, sucked, all gently, while I pressed and rubbed inside her. I heard her sounds of encouragement and felt her knees come up and flair wider. I wanted her to tell me.

In a couple of minutes, her hands gently touched the sides of my head and I licked just a little faster and harder. Her hips arched. In another minute, her hands pulled me tighter and my fingers thrust into her a tiny bit rougher in time with my tiny bit rougher licks. She knew how to direct me now. She liked to torture herself. She got close once but relaxed her thighs and her hands; I slowed and made all my touches more teasing and lighter. She had done this but her body groaned in complaint. I gently felt her pussy's lips. They were thicker, wetter and softer. I sucked each one for its tastes and my mind spun even more.

Carla pulled her knees up with her hands and pulled them wide. She gasped when I removed my fingers and licked her tight rosebud. She decided this too was good. Ever so slightly, she pushed toward my tickling tongue, hoping it was all right that her millions of nerve endings liked this feeling. I told her "Yes" by pushing as much of my tongue up her ass and then rimming her. Her pussy was leaking enough to have juices flow onto my tongue as it was teasing her pucker. I made sure she was good and wet there.

As I worked back up, I whispered, "I can't worship your beautiful breasts while I do this; help me; play with them and imagine I'm kissing them and kissing your lips too."

This time I bypassed her pussy and kissed around her stomach while my now two experienced fingers re-entered her and began to thrust slowly as my cock would do. They even raked across her clit as they slipped in to kiss her g-spot before they slid almost out, only to thrust again.

When kissing above and in her pussy's hair I felt an irregular depression with too smooth hairless skin, my first indication of her body image issues. That thought lasted about two seconds as I went back to her tasty, needy and demanding pussy. Neither she nor I were going to be able to tease it again. Carla's pussy demanded that she press her thighs tight against my head; it demanded she grab two handfuls of my hair; it demanded that her body curl slightly to hold me tight and it demanded that I do the best job I knew how to do.

She panted, she squirmed, she wiggled trying to get over the top but her mind was still working and giving her distracting thoughts from her horrible past. Gently, I closed my teeth on her fully extended clit, I sucked a little harder and I licked the little nub that protruded past my lips. My fingers pressed her g-spot, pushing even more of her clit into my mouth. Her mind shut down and her body arched off the bed. She pulled me so tight into her mons that my face hurt and she let out the most delightful scream that I have ever heard. We humped like teenagers in the back seat of a Chevy. She demanded more release like the most self-centered person in the world. Her womb contracted, her face contorted, her scream went up an octave, I felt every muscle in her body contract and from somewhere she geysered magnificent juices into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. My taste buds sung. She soaked me but kept going to do it again, and then one more time, but with just a trickle. Her body was still contracting and sucking. For some reason I went at her cunt hard and furious with my mouth. I knew most women would be too sensitive at that moment for me to be in the same room. I took two fingers from my left hand and rolled them in her wetness and then pushed them into her super tight ass.

Carla's scream made the last one sound like a worn out gramophone. This was five speaker surround sound. I lost a lot of hair and she tore my ear with her nails. She kept going and going. I was shocked and then she totally collapsed. I knew she was still alive; muscles inside her were still contracting, sucking my fingers in both her cunt and her ass. I bit the top of her thigh hard enough to get a response from a living person. She did not react.

I crawled up to lie next to her and pulled her and her wetness to me. I covered us and she slept a couple of hours. I thought about jacking off, lost my concentration and just dozed.

Carla awoke in pure panic and fright. I hugged her so she could not move and whispered how wonderful and special she was. I told her how beautifully she came and that the vision she gave me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She relaxed, rolled onto me, kissed me and her tears dropped freely onto my face and rolled down my cheeks onto my neck and the pillow. For probably thirty minutes, I held her. First her body trembled not in pleasure but fright, worry and concern. Then she began to relax with me, remember and enjoy what we had done and feel the satisfied glow in her body.

With no words she felt for my hard cock and pulled for me to roll on top of her. I resisted, pulled her and said, "You guide me into your body."

She put a leg over my hips and guided the head of my cock. She used it to rub her clit, then she rubbed it up and down between her soaked and swollen lips. She centered it and said, "Push." God I love team work. Slowly, both of our minds left our bodies as inch by inch my cock gained entrance; my body shook, struggling not to just take her. When I pulled back and pushed up, our pubic bones ground together, she moaned, "Oh that is so tender, it hurts."

I paused.

"No, keep going. It's good. Make it hurt."

Her tender, tight sheath began to suck. I held off for a couple of minutes and then admitted, "Your body is too good; I'm going to cum in you."

"God yes, take me as hard as you want and fill my belly."

I would tell you how her words affected me. I would tell you about the next unknown amount of time. But I can't. I went insane; I don't remember. I do remember my balls disappearing into my body as I grabbed her and rolled so I was on top. I remember fucking her fast and hard, and my life flowing out of my cock making a pool at the mouth of her cervix for it to nurse my cum. I remember kissing her, telling her what she and her body were doing to me. I sort of remember arching so all my weight was on her cunt and feeling my cock dance inside her, long after I had anything to give her. I don't remember passing out on her but I had to have done that because I woke up on top of her with my cock still inside her magic tight sheath. The clock said 5:05 a.m. Carla was looking at me. She whispered, "Can we talk some?"

I kissed her and her pheromones captured my now youthful libido. My cock grew inside her and stretched her. I grabbed her hips and rolled her on top of me. She looked shocked but when she rocked her hips, her eyes almost closed.

"Yes, wonderful woman, talk to me while you sit there and use me for your pleasure."

We both rode right on the edge of grabbing the other and going for our own selfish orgasm while she talked about the harsh realities of an over forty year old woman, "I had a thousand new wonderful feelings with you tonight. I've always believed such pleasure was possible because when I masturbate, I imagined most of what happened. I came sometimes when Harold took me in the mornings but the beauty was always killed when he demanded things from me in his drunken loud voice every night. My dreams for what you did to me last night, I thought died a dozen years ago."

"Not what I did to you, what we did together. Your body swept me away. My mind has always been with me until last night. Desire for you took my mind last night. You are wonderful."

My lover was rocking slowly. I was quiet and she used me, just like I had asked. I watched as she learned to move. Harold must have never let her be on top. Beauty makes me cry. As Carla discovered her body and the pleasure it could give her, her fingers twisted into the hair on my chest, two of her nails dug into my nipples. Her hips kept experimenting. She finally found an angle that raked her clit along my cock, pressed my helmet into her magic spot on her down stroke and let her suck me as she pulled back. For minutes she did not change a thing. I could have lasted a month looking at the sparkle from her eyes in the dim light. Her eyes closed and her face contorted. Her fist tightened hard enough for her nails to draw blood and she climaxed using a man for her pleasure for the first time. We slept another hour or so. I dozed but was mostly embarrassed. Carla had become too important to me too fast. I was too old for her. For the moment I did not feel playful. I felt sad that I was not enough for her.

The room was dimly lit by the morning sun creeping through the almost closed black-out drapes. I slipped out of the bed and went to pee and wash up. I loved the smell of her that came back to life as warm water mixed with her dried juices on my body.

When I snuggled back into the bed and spooned against her, she woke up, tensed and had to go to use the bathroom. It was a good break. She remembered our night, our acceptance of each other and the best sex she had ever imagined. To my eyes, her body glowed around the thick flannel night gown, as she came toward me. Her expression darkened and she shuddered as her mind spoke harsh words, "He still has not seen your body."

"Carla, stand right where you are."

I opened the curtains another couple of inches, the room flooded with light. "You are the most wonderful, captivating woman I have ever known but I see worry in your eyes. Let's get one issue out of the way. Take off your nightie."

Tears rolled down her face but she lifted the thick, cotton garment over her head, dropped her arms, stood in front of me nude and defeated. I already cared too much; I cried. I reached for her and kissed every inch of her breasts, her chest, her belly, then moved to make love to her face and lips. This time she had my tears dropping onto her face. I could not speak. I knew she wanted me to say something but my mind was too full of sorrow. Her ex had obviously broken a bottle, pressed the jagged round opening into her left breast and drug it toward her stomach. Half her nipple was gone and the scars were shiny and sunken. He had thrust it twice more, twisted and jerked it across her. Once over her right ovary and then almost touching the same wound going for her pussy but hit right above it.

My voice was still locked up when she bowed her head and said, "My body is hideous, I know."

Now my voice worked with my flowing tears, "No wonderful lady, you and your body are beautiful. I'm so sorry that some drunken, crazy man hurt you like this but it does not make you ugly. To me you are the most wonderful woman I've known. I've flirted with you for years. Now that I know you more, I have to confess that I'm falling in love with you. I know I'm too old for you and I know you travel most of the time, meeting far more desirable men than me. But take my words to heart, you are a beautiful, desirable woman, your scars are on your body, but they don't detract from your inside or outside beauty at all." I paused, "And...you are one hell of a lover."

We had room service for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We both called in for a day off. Totally nude, she accepted my aging body and I accepted hers. The next morning, we skipped breakfast but early in the morning Carla wanted some attention. My parts were still sleeping. She had never kissed my cock but I woke up to her sucking me. Her eyes were frightened. I pulled her to me.

"What a wonderful way for you to wake me up. But you don't look like you want to be doing that. How about a shower and let me get my hands on your body?"

Her voice was stern and distant, "No, I want to do this, I have to know."

Yet another secret kept me from relaxing and enjoying at first, but a willing woman's lips will always win over a dick. She was not very good. I was surprised. I told her a few things I liked and she was quickly quite talented. She learned how to torture me and slow me down, finally there was nothing either of us could do, "I'm going to cum, Carla." I laid a napkin next to her in case she did not want to take me in her mouth. My first rope laced the back of her throat. She surprised me when I felt her tongue mash my cock to pump my second pulse directly into her stomach. She had almost fucked me dry during the last two days. I felt her swallow when my last meager offering bubbled from the tip of my cock. She pulled at my softening tube, licked my cum, savored it and swallowed again. Her eyes were teary.

Minutes passed and I spoke, "That was wonderful, my Beauty. Thank you. I saw your eyes, so I know that was not your favorite thing. Your gift of doing it anyway made it special. Watching you taste me and watching your throat muscles contract as you swallowed my cum into your belly made me love you even more." Carla had never responded to my confessions of love. That did not hurt me; it made me sad. We were far apart in many ways.

She lay quietly on my belly with my cock touching her lips after my words. I wondered if she had even heard them.

"Harold held my head and pushed into my throat until I gagged. He called me horrible names when he was drunk and made me to do that. This is the first time I've wanted to have a man in my mouth. I enjoyed feeling my power over you and giving you pleasure. Your cum is salty and smooth. Harold's was bitter and lumpy. I liked doing that for you."

"I'm in real trouble now. You have kept me hard, wanting you and making love with you until my cock is almost dead. Now you have discovered how to bring it back to life even when I think it is an impossible task."

She smiled at me.

Over breakfast delivered to the room, we talked about many things but little was about sex. Toward the end of breakfast, right before shower time, she blushed and said, "Remember the other night when you kissed ... my bottom? I liked that, is that horrible of me?"

"No, I liked it too. How about when you were having trouble cuming and I pushed two fingers up your pretty ass and you came screaming and fainted. Was that OK?"

"My God, I was afraid to mention that. I've never had anyone play with me back there."

"Let's shower and get ready for a late lunch. There are some serious things I want to get off my chest and talk to you about."

While Carla got our shower going, I dug in my shaving kit and found some Neosporin, it was the closest thing I had to a waterproof lube. I washed and fingered Carla's ass in the shower. I had her work her clit. We were playing like kids with breaks for me to kiss her, suck her nipples and lick her clit. She worked on jacking me off with mounds of body wash lather. She had learned to twist her hands in opposite directions around the corona, make me moan and make me beg her to stop before I came way too quickly.

The shower had a built in bench. I had her put both her hands on it and I spread her ass cheeks and knelt behind her. With lube on my fingers I started kissing her tight ring and pushing my tongue at it. Carla had put her right fingers back to work on her clit, trying to match the movements of my tongue. I replaced my tongue with two fingers. She could match my thrust more easily with her fingers. She was moaning when she realized I had stood up behind her.

"Keep doing what you are doing. Stay relaxed and do what I tell you."

I waited, still fingering her until her fear gave way to the routine she was used to. Her moans returned and I could feel her ass beginning to suck my fingers. I pulled out my fingers and touched my now well lubed cock to her slightly gaping ass hole. She wanted my fingers back so she pushed. I had stretched her enough that with a little push of my own, the helmet of my cock slid past her first sphincter muscle. It stretched her, hurt her, but now the big bell was past the constriction. She realized my cock was inside her ass. Her fingers had stopped on her clit but when they started again she rocked her body pushing slightly at the thick invader spreading her open.

My cock is widest in the middle. Every few strokes, Carla would stop waiting for the pleasurable stretching pain to subside as she adjusted to my thickness. I spent my time playing with whatever I could reach - her breasts, pushing fingers into her mouth to suck, rubbing her ass cheeks, rubbing over her ovaries and touching inside her thighs stretching open her pussy's lips. Each round of this she would push back and more of my cock would slide in and she would groan. Finally she had my thickness. She seemed to know that. Her next thrust back was hard and long. I had her cheeks spread and she took me as deep into her bowels as possible. My short pubic hair nestled against her stretched ass hole and my balls swung into her clit. Carla gasped, "O My God."

"I'm going to fuck you slowly until you are stretched enough for me to fuck you hard and fast. Keep working your clit in time with me. When I fill your bowels deep for the first time, I want you to cum with me."

We had a slow build up. She learned fast as my thrusts jarred into her ass cheeks. We slowed again and mixed our pace easily and naturally. She seemed to know what I was going to do before I did. As she got close she matched thrusting back with my thrusts. I added a new component, I talked dirty, filthy and demandingly.

"Your ass has to be the tightest ass in the world. It is stretching my foreskin so tight I think you are ripping it off. Yes, suck me with your ass. I'm going to cum into you so hard you will taste my cum in the back of your throat. But that's what you want isn't it. Squeeze your ass muscles and feel me pull out and thrust back, stretching my way into your ass." On and on I went. Her breath began to match the beat of my words. Her ass began to suck and my I.Q. was quickly approaching zero. Without much warning I said, "I'm going to cum" and roared like a lion lifting her off the ground with my cock burying it even deeper into her as it danced and emptied in her. Her own fingers pushed into her cunt and felt my dancing cock. She cried out and came with me. One, two, three and then some tremors of a pulse was all I could take before my legs felt weak.