It Works Every Time

I took flowers home last night. Red roses and white carnations. Not something I do very often, I’m afraid, but Heather had mentioned that the flowers on the dining table needed changing that morning.

When I got back, Lynn, our senior assistant was still there, tidying up in the business and chatting with Heather. ”What’s all this? What are you after tonight?” was her not-at-all-predictable reaction.

I tried to protest my innocence of any ulterior motive. Heather is a sophisticated and intelligent woman and it would surely take more than a bunch of flowers to influence her. On the other hand, we did have the house to ourselves that evening…

”Lock the back door” Heather commanded, after Lynn had left.

”My mother’s been once already today, but you never know”

This last comment mystified me a little bit. Our TV lounge is upstairs and if we’re going up we’ll often lock the back door in case of burglars but I didn’t really get significance of the remark about her mother. Yes. I know. I am sometimes a little slow on the uptake.

Well, we watched the early-evening news, as is our wont and as there was nothing else worth watching I stood up and suggested we go down and get supper on the go.

”How’s your weight doing, by the way?” Heather asked, innocently.

Now, for reasons we need not go into here, our bathroom scales live under the sofa in the TV lounge and every morning at the same time and at the same stage in our ablutions we weigh ourselves. Nude, of course.

”Let’s have a look” I replied and started to strip off slowly and deliberately.

When I looked up from the scales again, Heather was also naked, with a filthy grin on her face. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom…

In the few paces it took to get there I was already rock hard. As we lay down on the bed I knew I just had to get inside her right away. She lay back, caught hold of her knees and opened herself wide to receive me, still with that wicked grin.

She was absolutely soaking wet and I slid easily into her, right up to the hilt. Then it dawned upon me that she had been wanting this and working towards this, possibly since I’d got home. Now I understood the remark about locking the door. Never mind the burglars, just as long as her mother doesn’t come bursting in.

We tried ’fuck-around-the-clock’ an old favourite for when we’re in no hurry. With me lying on top of her in Missionary, I have to somehow rotate myself through 360 degrees (in the horizontal plane of course) without falling out., taking plenty of time and enjoying the different positions on the way. Then we did it again with me in her from behind. Then she laid on her side and pulled her labia apart and I knelt and plunged into her with my arms crossed behind my head and a cry of ”Look Mum, no hands”.

And then she lay on her back so that I could lavish all my attention on her clit, and on her breasts. As she arched her back and closed her legs I slid my hand from her breast to the side of her face, slipping the thumb in between her eager lips. She bit down on it and came. And came. And came.

She was still shuddering as I rolled her over and forced myself in between those still tight-clamped legs. Slippery as she was, I slid in easily and knelt back slightly so that with each push my balls brushed over her upturned heels-a glorious sensation.

I could feel Heather starting to shake again and I suggested she might like to work her clit herself to see if there were any seconds to be had. She tried for a while, came very close, but backed off again. In any case I needed to look her in the eye as I came tonight. She lay on her back once more and I pumped into her with renewed fury. Just as I was about to explode inside her she wrapped her legs tight around me, limiting my movenents and almost stopping me in my tracks. Whether by design or accident she transformed my headlong rush to ecstacy into a protracted, screaming avalanche of an orgasm which left me in a collapsed heap on the bed with her stroking my cheeks and kissing me tenderly on the forehead.

I was pretty much blown away for the rest of the evening, but not so much so that I didn’t take full advantage when, at 1am and ready for sleep, she spread her sweet legs once more for me.