Back with Mary

The Reunion of the class of ‘22. Well, not quite but it did seem an age since Mary and I had got together for a proper session. We’d had the odd roll in the hay-literally, almost anyway, it was straw, not hay,- at the stables but I ached for a long slow sensuous session in a comfortable bed. It seemed a long time since that had occurred, but it was only a couple of weeks since Caroline. (On that I have heard from her since and she’s quite determined to increase her number of ‘girlfriends’. I hope she comes back soon but good luck to her, anyway. )

Mary was on time. I opened the door, and we greeted each other with a huge smile and a bigger kiss.

“Do you want coffee?” I asked after I’d closed the door and we broke from our kiss.

“No,” came the reply, “let's have it at halftime.” She had the same needs! I took her hand and led her upstairs and undressed her.

I was only wearing a kimono style dressing gown, so was ready for action! Her blouse, skirt, bra, and knickers were soon on the floor next to my dressing gown and we started on one of the most sensual sessions I can remember. We both had needs, urgent needs, but this was not going to be a quickie.

The kiss that started it set the tone. It was an openmouthed, tongue-flicking affair but with gentleness. Flickered. That’s the best word to describe our tongues. Darting in and out of each other’s mouths like rapiers, but with no ill intent. Simply to say hello. I’ve missed you.

While our tongues caught up with each other, our hands re familiarised themselves with each other’s bodies. I cupped her breast, gently flicked her nipple, Took a breather from kissing her lips and sucked on her teat, then went back to her lips.

Her hand was already delving into my pussy. A welcome guest returning.

And so it went on for probably half an hour. Probing. loving. gently bringing each other to the boil. Keeping the gas low. Letting the temperature rise organically rather than forcing it. Then we were there. I think we understand each other’s bodies and we brought both to boiling point together.

Both climaxes were a fitting testament to the previous thirty minutes. Long and satisfying.

It wasn’t how I’d envisaged our reunion. I’d expected it to be a no holds barred affair but strangely, with no prior discussion, we both seemingly needed it to be soft, sensuous, and loving.

Perhaps that was explained when we caught up with each other’s exploits over the halftime coffee. We’d both had some exciting times and recounting them to each other reintroduced the need for more sex.

Most accounts one reads say the second session is more leisurely. Ours was the other way round, no doubt fuelled by the stories we’d just told each other.

We’d had the coffee in bed, a somewhat surreal experience almost akin to a married couple enjoying a lazy Sunday morning, but it meant drifting into the next round of sex was easy.

I started it by nibbling on one of Mary’s teats, and I do mean nibbling. It brought a gasp from her, a contented gasp. I put both hands on the same tit. Pushed it up into a mound and sucked hard on her nipple. I was rewarded by it hardening. I felt it with my tongue. I climbed over her and pushed a knee between her legs, not that she needed urging to open them, and forced it up into her crotch. I could feel a dampness. Perhaps a leftover from our first round, but I didn’t think so. An idea went through my head. I swiveled around and pushed my foot to where my knee had been. I stroked her lips with my toe. She giggled. I stroked some more and ran my big toe between her lips. I pushed. Her delicious warm cunt welcomed it. Wiggling my big toe inside her cunt was a novel experience for both of us. I asked, “How does it feel?” as I continued to waggle it. “Like a worm or a snake,” she giggled. I doubted the analogy was accurate, but it was fun. “And gorgeous,” she added as her head went back and she moaned. I changed my position slightly to get the angle right to see if I could get more of my foot in. The thought of fucking her with it was mind bending, but I doubted she could take it. I was right. What it had done though was move the session into the bizarre. I carried on with my toe fuck but the lack of penetration wasn’t going to bring her off.

“My turn,” she announced, and got me to get on my hands and knees, legs apart. She went behind me and started kissing my bum while fingering me. A prelude to some anal fun? Yes! Her finger came out of my cunt and ran around the edge of my anus. Her tongue traversed it. I heard and felt her spit on it. Then her finger was probing it. No. Not her finger. Her thumb. What had I had up there before? My memory was clouded. The actual and the fantasy intermingled. Now was not the time to untangle them. God! Did I want her to continue? She was taking it slowly. I was coping. After a fashion. How could this pain be such an aphrodisiac? I knew I was dripping. Then it was in. Not far, up to her knuckle. Enough to send me screaming for more. “You sure?” She asked. “Yes, yes fuck my arse, you bitch!”

It didn’t go further. It didn’t need to. She slightly twisted it to try, and the movement threw the switch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I wondered if the neighbours were home. My groan of release probably exceeded my noise when giving birth to Kaz. A lion's roar. God. Satisfaction to the nth degree.

But she didn’t give me a chance to recover. I was still descending from the heights when she scrambled between my legs and scissored me. Before I knew it, we had our clits rubbing together. But I wanted to pay her back. She had no right to send me to such heights! I twisted my body, and we rolled as if two wrestlers locked together. I scrambled to get on top. I stood up, holding her legs. Stood astride her. Opened her legs. Lowered my cunt to hers. As we had when lying on the bed, but now I had control. I flexed my hips, rubbing my intimate parts across hers. I could see from her expression I was repaying my debt. I stopped to-ing and fro-ing and started twisting. Corkscrew like. Her whimpering sounds came nowhere near my lion's roar but her climax was as great. Her fountain shot up, hitting my cunt. I tried to step away from her to catch the juice, but lost my balance on the mattress and collapsed next to her. By the time I’d sorted myself out, the gushing had stopped. I contented myself with licking her dry. Not a bad alternative.

We had to leave it there. Simon had given her things he needed doing. I was beginning to wonder if he had the ability to know what we were up to. He seemed to manage to skewer our meets quite often. Perhaps I’d find out when I had supper with them. We’d run out of excuses to put it off, and he was continually badgering Mary to arrange it. Time to bite the bullet if not his cock! So next Tuesday evening prpare for an interesting couple of hours!