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Blame it on love to overstep the sexual boundaries of their friendship but Valentine's Day inspired his wanton feelings of forbidden, sexual lust enough to ignore his reservations, his guilt, and his feelings of foreboding. With her either deliberately or inadvertently flashing him, they had wasted enough time sexually teasing one another. He had wasted enough time by masturbating in private over all that he had seen of her. Now, he needed to put his sexual fantasies in motion to finally realize them. Having already confessed how he felt by his long, wet kiss, now he needed to show her how he felt by giving her hot, romantic sex.
Putting his sexual feelings out there with the chance that he'd be rejected, he never felt as much love for this woman, hopefully his woman, as he felt for her now. Even though he had lusted over her for years, afraid to show his true feelings, content with being her best friend, he never wanted her as much as he wanted her now. Never thinking that this day would ever come, once her ex-husband was out of her life, that left the door of romance wide open for him to step in and take what he wanted and what he wanted was her. He wanted to have hot sex with her before making love to her and before fucking her.
Now, with him finally alone with her and her ex-husband gone for good with Robert's ex-girlfriend, Jessica, a woman half his age, what was good for the gander was good for the goose. With him literally half her age too, it was time that Liz had sex with a much younger man in the way that her ex-husband left her to have sex with a much younger woman. With her now clear of any romantic and/or marital obligations and free from any other suiters wooing her, he couldn't wait to make his sexual move to make her his woman. He couldn't wait to have sex with her. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
His kind of woman, she was much like him in humor and in personality. His dream woman, Elizabeth was tall, beautiful, and sexy. His kind of woman, she was smart, fun, and witty. His kind of woman, she was vulnerable. His kind of woman she was sad, lonely, horny, and sexually frustrated. He couldn't think of a better woman than her to make his. Besides, with marriage and children out of the question, he didn't have to marry her and give her a child to know that he could ease her sadness and make her feel better by giving her sex.
Alone with her in his bedroom, his boudoir was filled with the fragrance of two dozen, long stem, red roses along with the tangible feeling of the anticipation of sex. With her having already opened her candy, he took a bite of one, a chocolate truffle. He couldn't wait to feed her chocolates in-between their kisses and to taste the sweetness of the candy on her lips and tongue. He lit some candles and turned off the light. Even though he wouldn't be able to see her as well in candlelight while she wore his sexy nightgown, with her a mature woman, he didn't want to make her feel self-consciously uncomfortable once he hopefully stripped her naked.
'Naked, naked, naked,' he imagined Elizabeth naked now and in the way that he had never imagined her naked before. 'Naked, naked, naked,' he was finally going to see his best friend naked. 'Naked, naked, naked,' she was finally going to see her best friend naked too. 'Naked, naked, naked,' he couldn't wait to see Elizabeth naked. He couldn't wait to see her big tits, her nipples, and areolas, as well as her blonde pussy and her shapely, naked ass.
As if she was standing before him naked now, he imagined seeing her naked. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where he had never touched, felt, and fondled her before. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where had had always wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her. His sexual fantasy come true, this was it, this was finally it.
After having lusted over her for six, long, sexually frustrating years, he finally summoned the nerve to kiss her. He finally kissed her, French kissed her. He couldn't believe he finally parted her lips with his tongue and French kissed her. Even more than that, he couldn't believe she returned his kiss with her kiss and with her own sexual passion. Replaying their deep, wet kiss over again in his mind, her lips were magical. After wanting to have sex with her for so long, they were hopefully, finally, about to have sex.
While waiting impatiently for her to return after slipping on her sexy nightgown, he opened the champagne. The cork popped from the bottle and the champagne gushed out on the carpet in the way that he imagined his cock would soon gush his cum in her pussy. He sipped the champagne he bought her that now chilled in an ice bucket by the end of the bed. He sniffed the red roses in the way he hoped to soon be sniffing her wet pussy while licking her and fingering her cunt.
Not stopping there, after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and his cock, he hoped she'd give him an orgasm with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth. After cumming in her mouth, he hoped she'd be agreeable to him giving her a cum bath. After he imagined gushing a first load of cum in her mouth, he imagined shooting a second load of cum all over her beautiful face, in her lush, blonde hair, and across her big breasts. Only, with her an older woman, hoping she does, maybe she doesn't suck cock. He didn't know. He had no idea.
Making himself more comfortable on his bed while waiting for her to return, he quickly changed and propped up more pillows behind his head. As if she was his Victoria Secrets model but without wings, not wanting to miss her entrance, he wanted to see her in the sexy nightgown that he bought her. Moreover, he wanted her to get a good look at his erection that tented his black, silk, boxer shorts. Just as he wanted to see her wearing his gift, he wanted her to see him wearing her gift. He wanted her to see the pole that added heat to the red hearts pierced with arrows that decorated the silk underwear that she bought him for Valentine's Day.
After French kissing her the first time, he yearned to French kiss her again. In the way that he couldn't wait to sexually touch her, feel her, and fondle her, he couldn't wait for her to sexually touch him, feel him, and fondle him too. He couldn't wait to have his wicked, sexual way with every part of her beautiful body. In the way that he couldn't wait for her to take his prick in her soft hand, he couldn't wait to finger her wet pussy. He couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep in her cunt in the way that he couldn't wait to see her looking up at him with his prick in her beautiful mouth.
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### SusanJillParker -- 01 ###
Robert finally has sex with Elizabeth.
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Their first time having sex on of all days, Valentine's Day, a sexual celebration, this was indeed an auspicious, romantic occasion. Denied the invitation to bed her until now, she finally saw the light when she realized the sexual lust and felt the romantic passion that he had long held for her. She finally saw the light when she noticed his erection that he was no longer able to hide nor wanted to hide from her. When he wished her a Happy Valentine's Day and sealed the deal with a kiss, a French kiss, they knew that tonight was inevitable. They knew that tonight was the night for love, romance, and sex.
Not making him wait very long, she seemed as sexually eager to have sex with him as he was sexually excited to have sex with her. His vision of perfection, she entered his bedroom wearing her Victoria's Secret's, short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown. A sensual sight to see, she looked so beautiful. A forbidden sight to behold, as if she was already naked, she looked so sexy.
Totally captivating, she reminded him of how Kelly Preston looked when she played Marnie Mason, Arnold Schwarzenegger's love interest, in Twins so long ago. As if she was his blonde angel instead of the woman of his desire and sexual fantasies, he couldn't wait to make her his lover. Now that he saw how hot and sexy she looked in that sheer nightgown, he couldn't wait to see what she looked like without it.
"How do I look?" She said obviously sexually teasing him while turning one way before turning the other and while giving him the eye.
Tempting him, teasing him, and toying with him, she knew exactly how she looked. Not only did she look beautiful but also she looked sexually dangerous. She looked like a piece of forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. Instead of imagining himself as the snake who'd dare seduce her in the Garden of Eden, instead of imagining her as an innocent virgin, he imagined that she was Eve and he was Adam. No matter who they were or imagined themselves to be, he didn't care about the consequences of them coming together sexually. In the same way that there wasn't a chance she'd be saying no to him, he'd never say no to her neither.
Having never seen as much of her sexy body before, he stared at her as if she was naked already and as if he was seeing her without her clothes for the first time. He looked from her shoulder length, blonde hair, to her big, blue, beautiful eyes, before staring down at her shapely figure. As if God had created her just for him or more appropriately, God had created him just for her, he was beyond sexually excited to finally be sexually intimate with her.
Before answering her to tell her how she looked, as if her nightgown cupped them just for him, he stared at the sensuous sight that her C cup breasts made in her China blue nightgown. In the way that his erection showed her the sexual lust that he had for her in his boxer shorts, he saw the sexual lust she had for him by the huge impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. Just as he couldn't wait to feel her big tits, he couldn't wait to see her big tits and suck her big nipples.
Unless she was cold instead of sexually aroused with her nipples already hard and erect, he discerned that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Unless he was mistaken and was misreading all the sexual signals that she had given him over their years together, tonight was the night. Why else would he be in his bedroom and on his bed in his boxer shorts? Why else would she dare model the sheer, short, low-cut nightgown that he gave her as his Valentine's gift?
With tonight the night of love, romance, and sex he'd be making romantic love to her tonight. He'd be having sex with the woman of his dreams, his lustful desires, and his sexual fantasies on Valentine's night. He'd finally be seeing Elizabeth naked. Who else to have sex with than to have sex with his best friend?
'Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah,' he thought while imagining angels singing.
He stared at her as if he was dreaming. He gazed at her as if he was having another one of his sexual fantasies while masturbating over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him. He sexually leered at her as if she was his woman not just for this one night but forever.
"How do you look? Allow me show you how I think you look," he said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.
As if she was his sexy wench, he sat up in bed and leaned forward to take her by her wrist. As if he was a pillager taking what he wanted and as if she was the precious, albeit the forbidden spoils of his claimed castle in his new kingdom, he pulled her to him as if she was already his woman. As if she was his for the taking and she was, something she seemed to enjoy, he was aggressively forceful with her. Yet, instead of forcing her to have sex, he was taking her. Obviously giving her what she wanted and needed, she giggled like a little girl to be the reason of his sexual lust.
When he pulled her in that forceful way and when she fell on the bed, the top of her low-cut nightgown opened to give him a great down-nightgown view of the tops of her full breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. The object of his sexual attraction, focused attention, and passion, she had fabulous tits and he couldn't wait to finally see them, touch them, and fondle them. He couldn't wait to finger her nipples before sucking her nipples. He couldn't wait to watch her naked breasts bounce up and down and sway side to side as he fucked her hard, long, and fast.
As if voluntarily lifting itself in sexual anticipation of him fingering her, when she fell on the bed, short nightgown moved up enough to give him a sexy view of her blonde, trimmed pussy. Naked beneath her nightgown, his sign that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, she wasn't wearing panties. She was naked beneath that flimsy nightgown. One, thin piece of satin material prevented him from seeing the woman of his lustful desire naked.
'Ahoy,' he thought as if he was a pirate ready to have sex with his wench of a woman.
Having seen her white, bikini panties plenty of times before with her flashing him sexy up-skirt peeks, he had never seen her naked pussy before. Other than brief in-between her leg, up-nightgown glimpses in a darkened room while cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, he had never seen her bare, naked pussy. Now that she was nakedly exposed, he stared at her cunt as if he had never seen a woman's private parts before. Indeed, hers was a special cunt. This was his beloved, Elizabeth's, pussy.
'I saw Elizabeth's cunt,' he thought. 'I saw her pussy,' he couldn't believe that he saw her naked pussy. 'I love her pussy.'
He couldn't wait to touch her pussy, cup her pussy, and finger her pussy. Just the thought of fingering her pussy sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. As if he was her longtime lover instead of her best friend, he couldn't wait to make love to her pussy with his mouth before making love to her mouth with his cock. He couldn't wait to give her a vaginal orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He couldn't wait to fuck her pussy and pound her pussy in the mattress while hearing her scream his name in sexual passion.
'Robert! God, Robert! Oh, my God, Robert! Fuck me, Robert. Fuck me,' he imagined her screams of sexual passion. 'Make me cum.'
Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he touched her, felt her, and fondled her now where he was never allowed but yearned to touch, feel, and fondle her before. Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he slid a slow, purposeful hand over her nightgown clad ass and squeezed her buttocks before raising her nightgown high enough and long enough to feel her naked backside. Having his sexual way with her naked, shapely ass, squeezing her ass and feeling her ass again before slapping her ass, he moved his hand to the front of her.
'She has such an incredible ass,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm feeling a forty-eight-year-old ass. Any thirty-year-old woman would love to have her ass.'
As if her body was his personal playground and his Valentine's Day gift of sexual pleasure to him, he felt her full breasts through her nightgown. First feeling one breast before feeling the other breast, he repeated the process of feeling her breasts again to finger her nipples. Eager to see her naked, natural tits, he always wanted to see her big tits, her areolas, and her nipples. As if the top of her nightgown was a shroud cloaking a masterpiece painting, as if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his horny head, he lowered her nightgown straps to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes. A sight of rare beauty, he couldn't believe his eyes.
With her topless now, he feasted his horny eyes on her naked breasts. He couldn't believe she was finally topless before him. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing her big, beautiful breasts. Her breasts were amazing.
As if they were something valuably forbidden to touch, he touched and felt her breasts before he lowered his head to suck her erect nipples. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them between his fingers, he fingered her nipples while sucking her nipples. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing, touching, and sucking on Elizabeth's big tits while fingering her nipples. A large C cup, perhaps even a small D cup, she had beautiful breasts that were as big as they were shapely.
'By far, she has the best tits I've ever seen, felt, fondled, sucked, and fingered,' he thought while sucking and fingering her erect nipples.
Then, something he only sexually fantasized of ever doing, he felt her reach her hand down to feel his erection though his boxer shorts. When he moved his hand in-between her legs to cup her naked pussy, she stuck her hand down his boxer shorts to wrap her long, manicured fingers around his stiff prick. Obviously, in the way that he couldn't wait to touch and feel her wet pussy, she couldn't wait to touch and feel his hard cock too. Pussy for prick, obviously, he wasn't the only one who wanted to have some hot, sexy fun.
'Oh, my God,' he thought when she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his thick prick.
Continuing to French kiss one another, he fingered her cunt while she fingered the head of his cock. Slowly, as if making love to his prick with her soft hand, she stroked his cock. Just as he couldn't believe he was fingering her warm, wet pussy, he couldn't believe she was stroking his hard, erect dick. His sexual fantasy come true, just as he couldn't believe that he was finally masturbating her, he couldn't believe she was finally masturbating him.
"Lick me Robert. Give me an orgasm with your tongue and with your fingers," she said whispering her sexual wishes in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. "Eat my pussy while fingering my cunt. Make me your submissive bitch. Make me your dirty whore. Make me your sexy, sexual slave. Use me and abuse me. Make me your cum slut," she said giving him another deep, wet kiss.
His kind of woman, he loved it when she talked dirty to him. His kind of woman, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. As much as he'd love having sex with her, he couldn't wait to have hot, sexy pillow talk over all the sexy, sexual things they've done and all the sexy, sexual things they'd do. Just as he couldn't wait to fill her beautiful mind with sexual imagery, he couldn't wait for her to fill his horny mind with dirty thoughts.
Not wearing his Valentine's gift very long, she unceremoniously and hurriedly removed her nightgown and his silk boxer shorts as if the materials were on fire. With them both naked now, they were ablaze by the heat of their sexual flames. Taking him by surprise, not expecting her to remove her nightgown and strip off his shorts so soon, in the way that he stared at her naked body, she stared at his naked body. As if he was recording the image of her in his mind, he wished he had a camera. He'd take dozens of sexy cheesecake, naked photos of her to masturbate over later while allowing her to take dozens of sexy beefcake photos of him for her to masturbate over later too.
'I can't believe I'm finally seeing Elizabeth naked,' he thought while drinking her all in as if he was guzzling a cold beer on a scorching, hot day. 'She's such an extraordinarily beautiful woman, especially for a woman her age.'
"You're so stunningly beautiful Elizabeth," he said staring at her before taking her naked body in his arms to kiss her again. "If I didn't know you were 48-years-old, I'd think you were 24-years-old."
As if he was dreaming this, his sexual fantasy finally realized, he moved between her shapely legs to lick her already glistening wet, pink pussy. Licking her while fingering her, he took sexual control of her beautiful body with the quick laps of his long, wide tongue. Licking her harder and faster while fingering her deeper, he had her squirming in no time. Licking her while fingering her, he never thought this day would ever come. With him wanting only her and no other woman, not a movie star nor a celebrity, he never thought he'd ever be sexually intimate with the woman of his lustful desires.
