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As Time Goes By: A Lecture in Norwich
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Adult ++
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In the middle of the night
Jean wasn’t used to sharing a bed, and when Alistair moved, she woke up. Making love tonight with Alistair had been exhilarating. For too long sex had been a solitary pursuit, her only accompaniment her imagination and a vibrator. Her most recent lover had been Jonathan Davies-Howard, the barrister who’d asked her to marry him. Weighing his lovemaking against Alistair’s, poor Jonathan ran a distant second; a man in his middle fifties didn’t have the same stamina as a man twenty years his junior.
“I wonder what making love with Lionel would have been like?” she asked herself. “If we hadn’t been so nervous yesterday, we’d have taken the room.”
As Alistair slept on beside her, Jean closed her eyes and imagined what yesterday would have been like. “I bet the room would be exactly the same as it was all those years ago.”
The room is bright with the early evening sun that deepens the ancient green and gold of the wallpaper. As the door closes behind us, our nerves vanished and Lionel takes me in his arms and kisses me if our lives depended on it. Lying naked on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, the gulf of 38 years bridged in a moment. Lionel kisses a trail from my mouth to my breasts. Oh, his hands . . . his strong hands, stroking and squeezing my breasts, his mouth teasing me, taking a nipple between his lips, and sucking so I can feel it between my legs. s. I can feel his erection nudging me and I want to hold him in my hands and take him in my mouth and have him inside me.
He moves lower, his lips and tongue leaving a warm, hot trail from my belly to my cunt. I open my legs wider. He kisses my thighs and licks my cunt and his tongue slides deep inside me. I’m so wet, I push my hips into his face and I can hear him laughing with delight. Fingers join his tongue and I can feel myself starting to climax. “Come on Jean! Come! Come!” he says. His fingers move in and out faster and faster and suddenly, I come, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his head. When I stop rocking, Lionel moves up and kisses me, his face and mouth wet with me and I can taste myself on his lips.
He’s lying next to me, touching me, touching himself. I want to taste him so much. I slide his foreskin down to the base of his cock and suck him. He calls my name and grabs my head; I can feel him in my throat getting bigger and I open my mouth wider and swallow him whole, sliding up and down, circling the crown with the tip of my tongue; a bit of pre-cum appears and I catch it with my finger and let him suck it. I love how he tastes and how he feels in my mouth. I can feel every ridge and vein, I love how his big and purple his cock is. The wetness of my mouth makes him feel like he’s in my cunt. “God, Jean, I’m so close. Don’t let me come yet.” I let him slide free, wet and waving in the air and I begin to kiss and suck his balls making him thrash about on the bed, his hands gripping my shoulders, the muscles in his thighs tense and hard.
Lost in her fantasy, Jean’s hands roved her breasts and belly and thighs and moved between her legs, fingers sliding in and out of her body, she wasn’t aware she’d woken Alistair. She started and opened her eyes when he said, “Lovely Lady, you started without me.”
Jean pulled him on top of her and replied, “Fuck me Alistair”.
Lionel pulls me up, kisses me and drives his hard cock into my dripping wet cunt. Oh God, I have waited so long for this. He’s moving so fast and uncontrolled and we’re both so close. Our mouths are fused together and our bodies are moving as one. My hands clutch his back and he holds my breasts in his hands, squeezing them until they hurt. I tease him with shallow fucking, letting his cock slip free of my cunt then taking only the tip inside, over and over then finally taking him all the way into my body. “Yes! Yes! Ahh!” He’s coming in me. He’s filling me with long hot streams of cum and I come too, and I clench him inside me, milking him, my body quivering as wave after wave of pleasure fills me to bursting. He holds me and doesn’t let go.
Jean lay gasping for breath. “You’re a wonderful lover, Alistair.”
He just smiled and drew lazy circles around her nipple with one finger. Jean looked down and instead of a spent erection, Alistair was getting hard again.
“My God, you’re insatiable.” Her voice was admiring.
“I could make love with you all night.” He brushed the damp hair on her forehead and kissed her throat and breasts, and his hands caressed her thighs sticky with their come.
Jean was torn between her desire for Alistair and feeling as if she were somehow cheating on Lionel. She surrendered to her body’s yearning for this handsome young man eager to make love to her. She though, "Well, I can't cheat on someone I'm not involved with and Alistair's attention makes me feel so desirable."
*
When Alistair’s wake-up call came at seven, Jean was just coming out of the bathroom after repairing her hair and make up from the previous night. “I look like hell” she thought, “but good hell”. If the truth were told, she felt fantastic. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d made love three times in one night.
“You’re leaving already?” Alistair asked.
“I must.” She began getting dressed.
“Why don’t we return to London together? I plan to be on the 8:38. I’ll meet you in the lobby at five past.”
She hesitated; she and Judy had planned to be on the 10:07. Leaving early would invite all kinds of questions and remarks from her daughter. “Oh . . . all right. I have to shower and pack. I may be a few minutes later.”
“Not too late. We need at least 20 minutes to get to the station.” He opened the door so she could leave. They kissed goodbye and Jean returned to her room.
“I wonder what making love with Lionel would have been like?” she asked herself. “If we hadn’t been so nervous yesterday, we’d have taken the room.”
As Alistair slept on beside her, Jean closed her eyes and imagined what yesterday would have been like. “I bet the room would be exactly the same as it was all those years ago.”
The room is bright with the early evening sun that deepens the ancient green and gold of the wallpaper. As the door closes behind us, our nerves vanished and Lionel takes me in his arms and kisses me if our lives depended on it. Lying naked on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, the gulf of 38 years bridged in a moment. Lionel kisses a trail from my mouth to my breasts. Oh, his hands . . . his strong hands, stroking and squeezing my breasts, his mouth teasing me, taking a nipple between his lips, and sucking so I can feel it between my legs. s. I can feel his erection nudging me and I want to hold him in my hands and take him in my mouth and have him inside me.
He moves lower, his lips and tongue leaving a warm, hot trail from my belly to my cunt. I open my legs wider. He kisses my thighs and licks my cunt and his tongue slides deep inside me. I’m so wet, I push my hips into his face and I can hear him laughing with delight. Fingers join his tongue and I can feel myself starting to climax. “Come on Jean! Come! Come!” he says. His fingers move in and out faster and faster and suddenly, I come, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his head. When I stop rocking, Lionel moves up and kisses me, his face and mouth wet with me and I can taste myself on his lips.
He’s lying next to me, touching me, touching himself. I want to taste him so much. I slide his foreskin down to the base of his cock and suck him. He calls my name and grabs my head; I can feel him in my throat getting bigger and I open my mouth wider and swallow him whole, sliding up and down, circling the crown with the tip of my tongue; a bit of pre-cum appears and I catch it with my finger and let him suck it. I love how he tastes and how he feels in my mouth. I can feel every ridge and vein, I love how his big and purple his cock is. The wetness of my mouth makes him feel like he’s in my cunt. “God, Jean, I’m so close. Don’t let me come yet.” I let him slide free, wet and waving in the air and I begin to kiss and suck his balls making him thrash about on the bed, his hands gripping my shoulders, the muscles in his thighs tense and hard.
Lost in her fantasy, Jean’s hands roved her breasts and belly and thighs and moved between her legs, fingers sliding in and out of her body, she wasn’t aware she’d woken Alistair. She started and opened her eyes when he said, “Lovely Lady, you started without me.”
Jean pulled him on top of her and replied, “Fuck me Alistair”.
Lionel pulls me up, kisses me and drives his hard cock into my dripping wet cunt. Oh God, I have waited so long for this. He’s moving so fast and uncontrolled and we’re both so close. Our mouths are fused together and our bodies are moving as one. My hands clutch his back and he holds my breasts in his hands, squeezing them until they hurt. I tease him with shallow fucking, letting his cock slip free of my cunt then taking only the tip inside, over and over then finally taking him all the way into my body. “Yes! Yes! Ahh!” He’s coming in me. He’s filling me with long hot streams of cum and I come too, and I clench him inside me, milking him, my body quivering as wave after wave of pleasure fills me to bursting. He holds me and doesn’t let go.
Jean lay gasping for breath. “You’re a wonderful lover, Alistair.”
He just smiled and drew lazy circles around her nipple with one finger. Jean looked down and instead of a spent erection, Alistair was getting hard again.
“My God, you’re insatiable.” Her voice was admiring.
“I could make love with you all night.” He brushed the damp hair on her forehead and kissed her throat and breasts, and his hands caressed her thighs sticky with their come.
Jean was torn between her desire for Alistair and feeling as if she were somehow cheating on Lionel. She surrendered to her body’s yearning for this handsome young man eager to make love to her. She though, "Well, I can't cheat on someone I'm not involved with and Alistair's attention makes me feel so desirable."
*
When Alistair’s wake-up call came at seven, Jean was just coming out of the bathroom after repairing her hair and make up from the previous night. “I look like hell” she thought, “but good hell”. If the truth were told, she felt fantastic. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d made love three times in one night.
“You’re leaving already?” Alistair asked.
“I must.” She began getting dressed.
“Why don’t we return to London together? I plan to be on the 8:38. I’ll meet you in the lobby at five past.”
She hesitated; she and Judy had planned to be on the 10:07. Leaving early would invite all kinds of questions and remarks from her daughter. “Oh . . . all right. I have to shower and pack. I may be a few minutes later.”
“Not too late. We need at least 20 minutes to get to the station.” He opened the door so she could leave. They kissed goodbye and Jean returned to her room.