Grace Takes a Time Out Ch. 06

Lunch is done; they are still sitting around the table chatting when Grace's cell phone rings. She picks it up from the table, looks at it, and says to Peter and Judy: "It's Mom; I have to take this. You guys chat and I'll be back in a while." She rises and leaves Peter and Judy at the table.

There is a brief silence as they watch Grace go into the house. "Peter," Judy begins "tell me about your plans for the fall." and a conversation about his classes at the JC begins. After a few minutes that tapers off; it's clear he has no idea of what to discuss with her. "Are you nervous, here alone with me?" she asks when the conversation falters.

"Well, it's a little weird having lunch with nearly naked women. I've not done that before."

"I'm sorry you're uneasy." She pauses, looking at him, "Actually, I don't think I've had lunch recently with a nearly naked man, but I'm trying to work with it." She smiles and he does too, with uncertainty. She stands up from her chair and walks around the table toward him; he looks at her and despite what seems to him her advanced age, he has to admit to himself she looks good – fit, solid, shapely. Stopping next to his chair she looks down at him and says: "I'm certainly not jealous of Grace, it's more like I have a grudging admiration for her. She has her wild side, but a generous side also. She told me she is happy to share." It hangs there a moment until Peter figures out what Judy is saying and what Grace said.

He blushes, then smiles up at Judy. "And I am glad to do what I can for you and for Grace."

"I need you to remind of what something is like." She leans over so that one of her breasts is in his face; he moves his head forward enough to take her nipple into his mouth. She lets him suck and lick it, then reaches down with her hands under his arms to urge him up; he stands and they embrace – his hands now up and down her back, she kissing his neck, shoulders, and chest. Both are hesitant at first but they relax into the moment. She slides her hands down to his suit and into it, moving around back to front, then pushing it down. He lets her do it, and she kneels enough to slide the suit down to the ground and take his penis into her mouth briefly; she stands again and looks up to him as she runs her hands from his chest to his thighs, passing her hands over and around his now erect penis. He in turn slides his hands down her back to her bikini bottom and pushes it down, bending his knees, until she lifts first one knee and then the other to step out of it; he turns her slightly to one side so he can pass one hand across her chest, down her stomach, and come to rest at her groin, all ever so slowly.

"Don't worry, I'm clean and I know you are too." she says to him; her voice is husky, nervous.

For several minutes they stand against each other kissing, their hands exploring each other's bodies until Judy takes his hands in hers and backs away from the furniture to the edge of the patio and on to the grass; she lets herself down onto the grass, still holding his hands, pulling him down on top of her. She is on her back pulling him, now kneeling, on top of her and wrapping her legs around his waist. On his knees, he presses forward and she reaches for his erection and guides it into herself. He presses forward and down on her, thrusting slowly and deeply. She responds by pushing back at him.

"Oh Peter. Deeper. Harder." She can barely get the words out. He increases his pace. "Faster," she demands. She clutches him more tightly with her legs and rakes his back with her finger nails. Then she comes, first with a groan and then stiffening, with a cry; he thrusts once or twice more, deeply, and then presses into her as deeply as he can and comes too. They are fixed in that position on the ground for a few more seconds, then relax. She softens into the grass and lets her knees spread languidly, he settles on to her body evenly.

"Oh, that was nice Peter. Thank you." Judy whispers into his ear and squeezes his waist with her thighs.

"I liked it too, Judy." He grinds his pelvis against hers gently. They stay for a minute.

"You're still hard aren't you?" she asks; he nods. She pushes him up off her and rolls over on the ground under him so she is face down; he looks in silent surprise at the green streaks of grass stain on her back and buttocks. She pushes her hips up to him. "Do me from behind," and pushes against him. He kneels back a bit and positions his still mostly erect penis between her legs; she reaches back under to guide it. "As hard as you can, Peter. I want all you've got!" Judy says definitely and assertively, her forehead down in the grass, and she pushes back again. He grabs her hips in his hands and pulls her to him, driving himself into her vagina. "Do it!" is all she says. He begins to thrust as hard as he can, first slowly but then faster. Her forehead is on the grass, arms around her head, knees apart, all her energy focused on meeting his every thrust.

After 25 or 30 thrusts she comes; he feels her pause and clamp around him but he's not close yet so he continues. Minutes pass and he is hotter and sweating; she is running with sweat, shiny wet, too. He is dimly aware that Grace is back, standing to one side watching them. Finally he feels himself about to come and reaches forward to grasp Judy's shoulders and pull her so tight to him neither one can move. He comes with more force than he expected and she responds with another orgasm, crying out as she clenches down on him. When they separate, she forward with her head down and he back on his heels, they are panting hard. He reaches forward again, to her waist, and pulls her up and back onto his thighs and against his torso, his hands around to her stomach and up to her breasts; he holds her and she curves and presses her back into him.

Then Judy has a sort of startle reflex as she notices Grace nearby, now in a chair, but watching. She makes to scramble to her feet but Peter releases her only slowly so she staggers a bit as she rises. "Don't get up on my account." Grace says with a grin. "I'd hate to interrupt."

"Bitch!" Judy replies, weakly, smiling too. "Don't you have any respect for people's privacy?"

"Not in my back yard I don't." Grace smiles, looking from one to the other. "More Prosecco? I have another bottle."

Peter is now standing, looking slightly dazed. "In the fridge?" he asks. "I'll get it." As he walks slowly across the patio to the house both women watch his naked body intently, without speaking.

Grace turns back to Judy when Peter enters the house, and scans her up and down noting green staining on her knees, forearms, and forehead: "We'll have to do something about those grass stains won't we?"

Judy blushes, gives her a wan smile, and drops down limp into the nearest chair to wait for her wine. "It's been a long time, but you were right about him, Grace. That was very good, I liked it. He was good. Is good."