Pretty Little Summer Dresses Ch. 09

Once Dawn had finished sucking my dick clean, she lay on the bed beside me.

"What do you want to do now?" she asked.

"Get my breath back," I responded.

"Poor old Bob," she said, "it's only at times like this I remember the age gap between us!" She burst out laughing as she finished her sentence, just dodging a smack intended for her thigh.

I got off the bed as if making my way to the bathroom but once I was at the bottom of the bed, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed until her legs were dangling off the end and her crotch was right on the edge. I rammed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and started to plough them in and out; why stop at two, I thought, and quickly added a third and fourth -- her pussy just kept expanding and I went for it -- all of a sudden I was fisting her and she was loving it!

"Oh God, Bob," she cried, "why the fuck haven't you done this before?"

"This is the first time I've done this to anyone," I responded, "You are my initiate in the art of fisting."

"I fucking love it," she exclaimed, "you are filling my pussy completely -- I have never felt this full!"

I slowed my movements down and let my hand clench into a fist inside her, rotating it slowly, whilst moving my mouth over her exposed clit and licking and sucking.

"Oh fuck," she said, "I am gonna cum again -- this time you might need a bucket!"

True to her word, Dawn came in gallons. Her juices were flowing over my arm, running down the length of it and coating my chest. Her eyes closed and, for a moment, I thought she had passed out but they re-opened shortly.

"I fucking love you," she said, "you always find new ways to hit my buttons."

My hopes lifted at her use of the word love, but I reasoned that this was in the passion of the moment -- she might not mean it genuinely. I slowly withdrew my hand from her engorged pussy, replacing it again with my mouth and kissing her softly.

"Stop Bob," she said, "I just can't take any more."

So I got back on the bed and pulled her up until her head was on the pillow, pulling the covers over her. Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on her face.

I went in to the living room, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way, and switched the tele on with the volume down low. I channel-hopped, watching a little bit of this and a little bit of that, finished my beer and joined Dawn in bed. I didn't sleep particularly well; my mind was arguing with itself whether it was the right thing to propose -- one moment I had decided to tell the store I no longer needed the ring, the next I was picturing Dawn in a wedding dress -- my mind was one hell of a mess!

I awoke to the all too familiar feeling of Dawn's mouth lathering my cock -- this was a morning routine I could definitely get used to. I reached under the covers and stroked her hair, then her cheek. As soon as she realised I was awake, she clambered up the bed and inserted my cock into her sex, lowering herself slowly on my pole until she had bottomed out. She ground her pussy on my pelvis, moving my cock around inside her and moaning lightly. She then pushed her hands down on my chest as she rose up and lowered herself down again and again, picking up speed as she went. Her breasts were dangling invitingly in front of my face but with her hands on my chest I couldn't raise my head sufficiently to suck on those gorgeous nipples, so I contented myself with grabbing her luscious fruits and squeezing them as she set about her task of milking me. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing me each time she lowered herself down; the feeling was exquisite but not one I could experience for too long without shooting my load.

"If you keep that up, I'll be coming in seconds," I told her.

She climbed off me and went into the "69" position, her mouth hovering over my cock as she said, "Come for me, lover," before lowering her mouth onto my cock again. I groaned and pulled her pussy towards me, pulling her thighs apart and starting to lick at her lips. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing though as I felt that all too familiar surge from my balls and I was soon coating the inside of Dawn's mouth with my seed. She swallowed hungrily, sucking down as much as she could, before licking my cock clean.

She climbed off me and got off the bed. "Tea?" she asked.

I laughed. Straight from giving a blow-job to offering a cup of tea -- how I loved my Dawnie's funny little ways! I accepted her offer and watched as her naked butt exited the room in the direction of the kitchen.

When she returned ten minutes later, she not only bore a cup of tea but a bacon butty.

"Thought breakfast in bed was in order," she said, "as a thank you for a wonderful weekend."

"I think I should be thanking you," I responded, "after all, it was you who brought Taylor and her entourage to the bedroom -- that was one hell of a party!"

She smiled at me; pleased, I think, that I had appreciated her idea.

"I've got so much to thank you for Bob," she said, "Before I got hooked up with you, my sex life was so boring -- same old, same old -- I didn't even know some things we've done since then existed. I've had my first woman, my first threesome -- hell, even my first mini-orgy and I absolutely love anal!"

I patted the bed next to me and she sat down, cup in hand. My free hand stroked the soft smooth skin of her stomach as I ate my butty, washed down with the tea, thinking about how much my life had improved since getting together with Dawn.

Once Dawn had finished her tea, she departed for the bathroom. Unfortunately, unlike my place next door, her shower was only big enough for one, so I was unable to join her. Mental note to self -- new house must have a shower for two or at least room to get one installed!

After finishing my breakfast and tea, I wandered along to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, just watching Dawn washing herself. I got an erection just from watching her gorgeous body being lathered up and rinsed off. Initially, I don't think she realised she had an audience, but when she became aware that I was watching, she began to put on a show -- rubbing her hands more sexily over her body and even pretending to lick her own nipple -- though she couldn't get it up to her mouth. She seemed to be getting turned on by her exhibition as much as I was and soon her hand had wandered down between her legs and she was stroking her pussy as the water sprayed down on her sexy body. I began to stroke my cock in time with her hand movements; her eyes, which had been fixed on mine, lowered to my groin, as she watched me masturbate. Her tongue came out of her mouth and licked her lips, before she groaned out loud. Her hand was now working furiously between her legs and I couldn't see, but I was pretty sure she had a couple of fingers inside herself. Watching her so intently, I hadn't realised I was on the point of eruption; my cum spilled out from my knob and landed on the tiled floor, sitting there like an oil slick. Dawn moaned at the sight of my cum spurting from my cock and re-doubled her efforts, bringing herself to orgasm just seconds after me. Her face was a picture of satisfaction as she sat herself down on the shower floor, letting the water hit her as she recovered from her exertions. When her legs had recovered sufficiently, she got up, turned off the shower and came out, wrapping a towel around her.

She exited for the bedroom as I entered the shower, taking my turn to wash off the sex from my body. By the time I was in the bedroom, Dawn was dressed in one of the sexy dresses I had bought her for our holiday. She looked a picture in the cream coloured sheer, gauzy dress; the hemline was just where I liked them -- almost but not quite indecent - there was no back to it to speak of and the V neckline gave a tantalizing view of her cleavage. The straps were tied at the back of her neck, allowing easy access to those gorgeous tits at any time -- yes, I thought, money well spent.

I dropped my towel to the floor, allowing her to see the effect she had had on Junior. She eyed my cock but said, "Sorry mister but there is no way I am going to risk getting any of your stains on this beautiful dress -- you've had your fun for the morning!" As she exited the bedroom, she gave me a playful slap on the bum.

As it was a nice day, Dawn decided to walk to Amanda's to pick Shannon up. With nothing better to do, I offered to accompany her which she happily accepted. We strolled through the streets, my arm around her back, lightly caressing her bare skin. The roads were quiet, as usual on a Sunday at this time, and it felt like bliss -- strolling with my sexily dressed lover on a Summer's day. My hand wandered down to her arse cheek and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Stop it Bob," she said, "You've got me wet enough as it is just by stroking my back."

I returned my hand to its previous position and continued with my stimulating stroking of her back.

Just before we arrived at Amanda's, Dawn removed my hand from her back, "My panties are soaking," she said, as we continued walking hand-in-hand.

When Amanda opened the door, a big smile erupted over her face as her eyes set upon me.

"Hello Bob, good to see you again," she said. She put her arms around me and gave me a great big smackerooni on the lips.

"Don't mind me," said Dawn.

"Sorry Dawn," responded Amanda, "did you want one too?" With that she pulled Dawn towards her and kissed her; I swear I saw a bit of tonguing before they parted lips. If the girls hadn't been around I would have dragged the pair of them upstairs for a holiday re-union!

"Shannon," called out Amanda, "your mum's here."

There was the sound of movement upstairs and then two pairs of feet tramped down the stairs.

"Hello Uncle Bob," said Madison, "when can we go to your villa again?"

"Not long now till you're back at school," I answered, "maybe we can get away during the Christmas break."

The girls hugged each other as did Dawn and Amanda -- what I wouldn't give to be the meat in that sandwich, right now!

We diverted through the park on the way home, at Shannon's request, and took her to the play area. She had a couple of goes on the slide and then asked me to push her on the swing, as I could get more power than her mother. She pleaded with me to push her hard enough so that she could do a loop-de-loop, but I had seen a friend get a nasty injury doing one when I was a youngster and nothing was going to persuade me to put Shannon at similar risk!

After Shannon had got tired of the park, we continued home for some lunch and a nice lazy day before the week ahead.

The week dragged as I was anxious for Friday to arrive; finally I got the text from the jewellers confirming my ring was ready for collection. I dropped what I was doing and drove to the shopping mall and collected the ring. Once back in the car, I opened up the box to get another look at my purchase. "How do I go about this?" I thought -- it crossed my mind to take her to Geronimo's and get down on bended knee -- but what if she said no in front of all those people. I'm sure most guys when they propose know that they are going to get a yes -- I was hopeful but unsure -- what to do, what to do?

I pondered the decision as I was driving home -- a black cat ran across my path and that made my mind up -- I was going to propose at Geronimo's! I went to the "office" first and booked a table for eight o'clock that night -- making sure that they reserved me one of their best ones. The joy of having enough money to get things your own way! Then I went next door to Dawn's, telling her that we needed a child-minder at short notice as we were going out. Amanda couldn't do it, nor could any of the other regulars that Dawn used. I ran through the possibilities in my mind; Jess -- not exactly a good influence on young girls; Ashley -- not much different to Jess; Taylor -- perhaps if I want her trained as a puppy! Niamh -- there's a young responsible woman I could trust -- now to see if she's free!

Fortunately, Niamh had no other plans, which I found quite sad for a young woman on a Friday night, and was happy to sit for us. I arranged for her to be over by about half-seven and told Dawn to put her glad-rags on -- we were hitting the town!

Dawn didn't disappoint, wearing a little black number with a laced-up front and a tulip cut hem -- it made me want to drag her into the bedroom but there was something more important on the agenda tonight.

I got us a cab to the restaurant as I didn't want to risk Dawn's dress getting spoilt in the walk; we were greeted by the maitre'd and shown to our table. I ordered a bottle of champagne and we chatted as we decided what to order. The champagne arrived, the cork was popped and two glasses poured -- as Dawn was about to raise hers, I delayed her. Dropping to my knee and extracting the ring-box from my pocket, I opened it up, saying those immortal words, "Dawn, my darling, I love you with all my heart -- will you marry me?"

Her face turned to one of shock. I watched as she turned her head to see a number of people at nearby tables watching for her reaction.

"Shit," I thought, "she's going to say no -- why the hell did I do this? Why here of all places? Why now? What is it they say good barristers never do? They never ask a question if they don't know what the answer is going to be! I should have been a fucking barrister!"

My eyes switched back from the people looking at us to Dawn's face; she was biting her lower lip -- I was used to seeing her doing that when she was close to climax but this time it was for a different reason -- I had backed her into a corner and she was figuring how to get out!

"Bob," she whispered, "give me the ring -- I'll put it on but we need to talk." She took the ring from me and put it on her finger; the people nearby applauded and the Maitre' D arrived at our table with a second bottle of champagne, unopened.

"You can take this one home if you don't get through it tonight," he said with a smile, "with the compliments of Geronimo's -- the most romantic restaurant in town!"

I thanked him and replenished our glasses from the open bottle.

"Sorry, Dawn, if I embarrassed you," I mumbled, wondering how I could have got it all so wrong.

"It's not that you embarrassed me, but I need to iron some things out -- one of which is I am already married," she responded.

"Not for too much longer, surely?" I enquired, and then another thought hit me, "Or are you having second thoughts about Dan? Are you going to try to make a go of it?"

She almost sprayed out the champagne in her mouth as I asked that, but managed to control herself and swallowed before saying, "Don't be bloody ridiculous Bob. Dan is dead to me now -- okay, he's Shannon's father so I'll have to see him occasionally, but I have no feelings for that cheat. No, this is about us and our futures!"

Then it hit me; it was the age difference -- she was happy having sex with this older man but to marry him -- get tied down to someone so much older than her -- that was a different matter. I resigned myself to returning the ring to the jewellers but was, at least, grateful that she had saved my face in the restaurant.

We ordered our food though I wasn't feeling very hungry; there was an empty feeling in my stomach but not the sort that a good steak would take away. Dawn could see that I was downcast and was doing her best to try to cheer me up; stroking her foot up and down my shin and giving me the occasional wink; licking her lips provocatively and generally flirting.

When she got up to go to the loo, I ordered a large scotch from the waiter and downed it in two gulps; finishing it even before Dawn had returned. When Dawn came back to the table, she came up to me and placed something in my hand -- I looked down, it was a sexy pair of black, see-through knickers which I hastily placed in my jacket pocket.

"I believe that's how your girlfriends tell you you're in luck tonight, if I'm not mistaken," she said as she took her seat.

I smiled at her. "Not all bad news then?" I ventured.

"Far from it, Bob," she said, raising her glass to me and taking a long drink, "Now fill me up again and I look forward to you filling me up when we get home."

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough and we were soon in a cab back to Dawn's. I couldn't help but notice that she was admiring the ring while we were sitting in the cab and I began to wonder if she was having second thoughts.

"You do have very good taste in jewellery," remarked Dawn, "I bet this cost a fortune."

"Thanks," I said, "Pity it will be going back to the shop!"

"Nothings decided yet, Bob, don't be so hasty," chided Dawn, "I need to clarify a few things before I know how we are going to proceed."

The cab pulled up outside our block and I paid the cabby as we exited, making our way upstairs to Dawn's. The night air had a bad effect on me -- I blame the air but it was probably having had more than my fair share of two bottles of champagne and a double scotch and I was leaning heavily on Dawn by the time she was unlocking the door.

"Straight to bed for you," she said, as we entered the hallway.

I made for the living room and sat on the settee, watching whatever programme it was that Niamh had on; within seconds I was asleep.

"Typical," said Dawn. She looked at Niamh and asked, "I don't suppose you would help me get him to the bedroom, would you?"

Niamh was happy to oblige and between them they lifted me up and walked me into the bedroom.

"Would you mind helping me undress him as well?" asked Dawn.

Again, Niamh was willing to assist.

As they went about reducing me to my boxers, Dawn asked Niamh, "I hope you don't mind me asking but are you one of his conquests? Is that how he knows you?"

Niamh looked at Dawn and took several seconds before formulating her response.

"I know him through work," she said, "He helped me with my bookkeeping exams but, yes, we had sex once -- it was a sort of thank you; though I must admit I had the hots for him anyway."

Dawn smiled. "He seems to have that effect on a few of us," she commented, "Look, I don't want to sound forward or weird or anything but if you fancy a second helping, why not spend the night with us. It'll be a bit cramped in the bed but I'm sure Bob will be up for some fun in the morning and I would sure like to get my lips on your young pussy."

Niamh blushed, "Thanks, but no thanks," she said, "I've got a boyfriend now who is keeping my bed warm for me and I'm not into women -- sorry."

"Shame," said Dawn, "I was hoping for a little one-on-one before sleep tonight -- Bob got me all randy and then passes out on me."

"Sorry, again," said Niamh, "but I've got a nice thick cock waiting for me and I want to get home to it."

When I awoke in the morning, Dawn was already up and in the kitchen. I stretched and got out of bed, wrapping a dressing gown around me in case Shannon was around. I made my way into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Dawn as she prepared breakfast.

"So," I ventured, wanting to get things over and done with, "what is it that needs clarifying?"

Dawn put the burner onto simmer as she sat opposite me. "Well," she started, "I happen to love my new-found sexual freedom -- if we get married, once my divorce comes through, of course, is it your intention to try to be monogamous?"

Before I could even open my mouth to reply she continued, "Bob, be honest, you're not very good at monogamy - I would give it three months at the most before you started screwing one of your girls behind my back. I don't want you to be faithful -- hell, I certainly don't want to be -- I just want you to be honest with me!"

My mind was taking in what she had just said, "Shit, she was offering me the best of both worlds -- a wife and a slut!" I thought.