Love Never Dies Pt. 01

When I entered, Gaynor had her back to me and was looking out of the narrow window. She leant with both hands on the window sill as I walked up and circled my arms around her waist and nuzzled the side of her neck.

"Mmmm," she said. "It looks a beautiful day out there," and she turned to face me, raising her arms to drape them around my neck.

"It is," I said.

"Shall we go out?"

The words stabbed at my heart. "What?" I said, panicking that Gaynor had changed her mind.

She grinned and patted my cheek with her right hand. "Just teasing, honey," she said and tugged to lift my sports shirt out of my waist band. "Let's get these clothes off."

I lifted the shirt over my head, tossed it onto a chair, and then sat on the bed to remove my shoes and socks. Gaynor stood at my side and ruffled a hand through my hair, resting the other on my naked shoulder. It was soft and warm against my cool skin.

Footwear removed, I sat upright and Gaynor guided my head to rest on the velvety shelf of her glorious chest. The steadily undulating twin peaks were soft and yet firm against my cheek. Her rising scent was intoxicating and my cock twitched and pulsed against my trousers. Gaynor kissed the hair on top of my head and said: "You feel so nice against my tits." She paused and then whispered into my ear: "My nipples need attention."

I raised my face from the soft warmth of her pillows. She slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders and down below her elbows, raised her arms free and let the negligee slither south to bunch at her hips.

"Oh my God," I muttered, looking for the first time at Gaynor's naked tits. Long brown nipples, surrounded by darker areolae, stood proudly on top of the globes. I placed a hand each side of the sumptuous mounds, the skin silky in my palms. I dipped my head and took a firm nipple in my mouth, swept my tongue over it, around it, and then gently sucked. Gaynor moaned and she adjusted her stance, putting a long leg either side of my right thigh.

I switched to the other nipple, my wet tongue feeling the hardness of the bud as I closed my mouth and sucked. I flicked my fingers over the other nipple and squeezed it, pulled it, and Gaynor's hands settled on my head. I continued to alternately suck one breast and massage the other until Gaynor eased me away.

"Enough, enough," she huskily said. "Oooh that was good, Richard, very good," and kissed my brow. "Let's get your pants off."

I started to unbuckle my belt but Gaynor grasped my wrists and shook her head, sending her curls flopping and bouncing around her face. She took over, crouched between my legs and undid the belt, popped a button and unzipped my fly. I helpfully raised my hips as she pulled my trousers down, over my thighs and knees to puddle at my feet. My cock was thick inside my briefs and Gaynor brushed a hand along the bulge. A wet spot was visible and she delved between her own squatting thighs and announced: "That's both of us wet."

My mind ran riot with images of the sopping pussy that awaited me. A pussy I had yet to see.

"Oh my," said Gaynor as she tugged the waistband of my briefs to expose my pulsating member. She worked my briefs all the way down and I lifted my feet clear of them and my trousers. I was naked and Gaynor used a thumb to spread my pre-cum around the engorged head. She gripped my hard shaft and slowly stroked it, licked her lips and looked up at me. "Very nice," she said and then kissed the tip before releasing it and standing up.

Her bountiful breasts wobbled as she stood and inserted her thumbs into the waist of the bunched up negligee and eased it over her hips, wiggling and letting it fall at her feet.

My heart pounded again and my pulse rate went through the roof. Dark curls of pubic hair camouflaged her pussy, tucked away in the gap between Gaynor's long, lean and firm thighs. Instinctively, I reached out and cupped under her mound, my palm pressing against her hairy softness and my middle finger sliding along the concealed slit. It was wet, warm and oh so soft.

"On the bed," said Gaynor.

I obeyed and lay on my back, watching as Gaynor climbed aboard and knelt, knees together. Sitting back on her heels, she reached for my cock and slowly and lightly stroked it with thumb and fingertips. Her tits bobbed in unison. I placed a hand on her thigh and Gaynor sighed. She released my cock, leaving it to throb on my stomach and, leaning on her straight left arm, she ran the fingers of her right hand feather soft around my chest and nipples. She leaned in for a kiss and I pulled her down, lifting my left leg over the backs of her knees. The kiss went on and on: lips mashing, tongues seeking and flicking, sighs and whimpers escaping on hot breaths, hands roaming and bodies wriggling and pressing together.

Eventually, we came up for air and I gently eased Gaynor on to her back. She opened her legs and I positioned myself between them, arms rigid at the sides of her body and her tits lazing against my forearms. My erection was full, rising proudly above the horizontal. But I slid down the bed, my hands tracing patterns along Gaynor's stomach, hips and thighs until I could look upon her pussy.

It was exquisite.

The neat slit was slightly open, a hint of pink, and glistening. I rested my left hand on her mound, fingers playing among her curly hairs and thumb gently seeking her clit. I used the forefinger of my right hand to gently probe and tease her labia. Gaynor spread her thighs wider and her vulva opened up delightfully, like a rose greeting the sun. Her lips were pink petals and I just had to lean in to kiss this alluring, divine flower.

I lapped my tongue along the lubricated opening, pressing and rubbing my thumb around her expanding bud. "Oh my, oh my," she gasped and I probed further with my finger and sank it into her hole, knuckle deep. Up and down, up and down it slid in the juicy entrance.

Gaynor flapped her thighs against my head. "Now, Richard, now . . . I want you now. Bury your cock in me. . . C'mon, please, now."

Knees wide apart, ankles resting on the bed, she grasped my arms and pulled. I hurried into position, cock poised for penetration. But Gaynor reached down between us, took hold and guided my head to her opening. I pressed forward and . . . oh, wonders of wonders, I slipped into paradise. A wet dark place I'd never visited before.

"Yes, that's it," sighed Gaynor, hands pulling on my buttocks and bucking her hips to set the pace and rhythm. "Give me that lovely cock. Oh, Richard, Richard."

She was so soft in there, so wet and warm and welcoming. I plunged and withdrew, making the strokes as long as physically possible. I looked down: Gaynor's eyelids were tightly closed, she was biting her lower lip and her mighty globes were jiggling and swaying with each piston stroke I made in her dark tunnel. I sank slowly down until our bodies moulded together, still pumping my hips. I'd never felt anything like this. I wanted to be sucked up her love tunnel deep into her being: not just my cock, but all of me, body, soul and mind.

Gaynor's hands left my buttocks and she put her arms around my back, finger tips scraping my shoulders and spine as she rocked and rolled under me. I kissed her neck and she murmured in my ear.

"Just there, just like that, oh yes, that's it . . . don't stop. . . just like that . . .keep going . . ."

Gaynor thrust to meet me, my cock fully inserted, until her body stiffened. She held her breath, her nails clawing me as I pressed my pulsating tube in her depth. Suddenly and loudly, she gasped, air burst from between her lips and she writhed and bucked, her pelvis banging hard against mine. When she subsided with another huge contented sigh, I could feel her juices soaking my length. She opened her eyes and a grin parted her lips. Sweat bubbled on her brow and upper lip.

"Wow, Richard, that was good, really good. It really was, thank you."

That massaged my ego and I smiled. "Glad you enjoyed it," I said. "But we're not finished yet."

I resumed my journey up and down her sopping cavern knowing that I was nearly done. The thrill of Gaynor's orgasm had sent my cock pulsating wildly and my tightening balls warned me of the impending climax. Sure enough, within seconds, Gaynor's eyes popped wide open as I expanded and hardened against her tunnel walls.

Gaynor contracted her vagina muscles, gripping me passionately, and met my thrusts: once, twice, three times . . .that's it. I hastily pulled out and Gaynor's right hand grasped me. She pulled and tugged my juice-coated cock, rapidly drawing huge spurts and splashes of cum which sprayed her soft belly and lovely tits as I grunted and shuddered.

Gaynor chuckled. "Bloody hell, Richard, that's a whole lot of stuff. It's a good job you pulled out in time or I'd be pregnant for sure."

My breathing was ragged but I managed to smile before collapsing by her side, a leg draped across her thighs. We stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering, until Gaynor turned her head, kissed my sweaty brow and said: "I think we're compatible, don't you?"

I placed my hand on her cheek and we joined for a soft, lingering kiss. No tongue explorations, just lips exchanging love back and forth.

"Hmmm," I said, "I haven't got any complaints. You're wonderful." I kissed the soft tip of her nose and then added: "But, that might have been a fluke. I think I'd like to have another trial to be absolutely sure.'

Gaynor snorted and looked into my twinkling eyes. "I'll clean up your mess," she said, fingers trailing through the drying semen on her body, "and let you take me for lunch. I'm starving. Then, if you still need assurance, we can come back here and have three or four more test runs. How's that sound?"

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NOW

A rap, rap on my office door brought me back to reality, to the here and now. Veronica always knocks on the door, not wanting to intrude, as if I was still the big boss business man.

"Yes, Veronica," I said, clicking to bring up on screen an e-mail from Amazon offering cut-price thrillers for Kindles.

The door opened and she said: "You haven't forgotten we're out to dinner tonight, have you?"

"No dear," I lied. "No rush is there?"

"Well, you've got to get ready and the taxi is coming at 7:30. We promised Geoff and Margaret that we'd be there no later than eight."

I glanced at the clock in the top corner of my computer: 6:30. "Okay dear, I'll wrap up now and get a shower."

She nodded. "Right. I've laid out your new blue suit and that nice pale blue dress shirt. And there's a choice of ties. Think you can manage to select one?"

I didn't look at her but scrolled down the Amazon offers. "Mmm, yes dear, of course," I said as she backed away, leaving the door ajar. That was Veronica's signal that my time was up and I'd better get a move on.

I heard her footsteps retreat along the corridor and I clicked back for another look at Gaynor's picture. I studied it, sighed softly, rubbed a hand over my bristly chin and thought: I wonder where she is now? Wonder what's she's doing tonight? I sighed at my next thought: Not going to some boring dinner party with a bunch of pseudo prats.

I blew a kiss at Gaynor's picture and switched off the computer.