The Second First Morning Together
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1 through F › As Time Goes By
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,530
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5
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Later that day at Lionel's flat
I decided to add a chapter. I may add more. The usual disclaimer about not making any money from this or owning the characters goes here. Please let me know what you think of this.
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The journey from Penny and Stephen’s to Lionel’s flat seemed to last forever and Jean’s eagerness to be at their destination was readily apparent. Lionel clasped Jean’s hand in his while her head rested on his shoulder as the train sped towards London.
“I can’t wait to be alone with you”, she murmured softly.
Lionel pulled her closer and spoke softly in her ear. “You always were impatient, Love. We’ll be home soon”, Lionel reassured her. “Shall I make you a promise?”
Jean nodded her head in reply.
“By noon we’ll be alone, in my flat, in my bed and making love.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Unless the train gets stuck in a tunnel and then I shall have to make love to you here in the dark, surrounded by strangers who can only hear us but not see us.”
“That sounds terribly exciting,” she said, and moved her hand higher up on his thigh.
When Lionel inserted the key to the door of his flat it was twenty minutes to twelve. He put their cases down by the front door and led Jean by the hand to his bedroom. She began to unbutton her blouse but Lionel shook his head. “I want to do that.” Jean’s heart raced and she trembled in anticipation of his hands on her bare skin; her nipples tightened and showed through her shirt while a pleasurable warmth throbbed between her legs.
When she was wearing only her underwear, Lionel wrapped his arms about her. “I haven’t had the pleasure of undressing you for 38 years.” He removed her bra, capturing her breasts in his hands. Lionel brushed his palms across her engorged nipples making her moan and press closer to him; he touched and kissed her body gently then harder and more passionately until she writhed in his arms.
“Not fair. You’re still dressed” she complained and opened his belt and trousers. She pushed his clothes out of the way and freed Lionel’s long, hard cock from the prison of his clothes.
“Oh that’s much better”, he groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him fully erect. Breaking free of his kiss, Jean knelt down and took his hard cock in her mouth, loving it's taste and the way it's fatness filled her mouth. Somehow Lionel managed to remove his clothes and they made their way to his bed.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered; “I want to see you touch yourself.” Lionel watched a seductive smile spread across her face as Jean drew up her legs and her hands went between her spread thighs. She parted her pussy and pushed three fingers into her slippery cunt; she closed her eyes and spoke softly.
“Ever since we met again, I touch myself every night, imagining us touching, licking, making love, sucking, kissing, fucking.” Her fingers moved in and out of her body.
Lionel cupped his balls with one hand and used the other to stroke his cock. “Do you use just your own hands?”
“No. I bought a vibrator and named it Lionel. When I’m all wet I push it deep inside me and turn it on and I rub my clit and . . .” she gasped . . . “I’ll finger my ass remembering how you liked to . . .” her words faded as she began to moan.
“Do you make yourself come?” He watched as a red flush began at her neck and her body began to undulate.
“Uhhmm. Oh yes.”
Lionel shifted nearer to Jean and his fingers joined Jean’s inside the velvety wetness of her pussy. She opened her eyes and pulled him closer. His mouth joined his hands and he kissed the wet hair that covered her pussy. His tongue slipped between Jean’s labia and probed deep into her center, her wetness coating his face and fingers. He fucked her pussy with his tongue while his wet fingers probed her ass, stroking the sensitive red lane between her quivering ass cheeks.
Jean moaned his name and tightened her legs around his head. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves when he sucked on her clit. “Fuck me Lionel. Make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I thought you’d never ask, my love.” He moved on top of her and they kissed deeply, teasing each other with their lips and tongues.
Lionel growled with pleasure as his cock entered Jean’s body. “So wet. So tight.” He tried to pace his thrusts but Jean grabbed his hips and drove him harder and deeper.
“Fuck me harder, Lionel.” She wrapped her legs around him, both their bodies slippery with sweat. “Harder!” She held onto his back, her nails pressing crescents into his skin. Lionel’s balls tightened as Jean’s cunt contracted around his cock making him thrust harder and faster, and calling her name, he filled Jean’s pussy with his hot cum.
When they could breathe again, they lay facing each other, touching each other. Lionel kissed Jean’s face and breasts and belly, moving lower until he reached the V of her legs where he licked and sucked every drop of cum that soaked her pussy and had seeped out to coat her thighs and asshole. Jean sighed and moaned with pleasure at the touch of Lionel’s lips and tongue; he licked and fingered her asshole but when he took her clit gently between his lips and sucked Jean’s moans became deeper and louder, her pussy rubbing his face, until her body shook with the force of her orgasm and she came, calling his name over and over.
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The journey from Penny and Stephen’s to Lionel’s flat seemed to last forever and Jean’s eagerness to be at their destination was readily apparent. Lionel clasped Jean’s hand in his while her head rested on his shoulder as the train sped towards London.
“I can’t wait to be alone with you”, she murmured softly.
Lionel pulled her closer and spoke softly in her ear. “You always were impatient, Love. We’ll be home soon”, Lionel reassured her. “Shall I make you a promise?”
Jean nodded her head in reply.
“By noon we’ll be alone, in my flat, in my bed and making love.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Unless the train gets stuck in a tunnel and then I shall have to make love to you here in the dark, surrounded by strangers who can only hear us but not see us.”
“That sounds terribly exciting,” she said, and moved her hand higher up on his thigh.
When Lionel inserted the key to the door of his flat it was twenty minutes to twelve. He put their cases down by the front door and led Jean by the hand to his bedroom. She began to unbutton her blouse but Lionel shook his head. “I want to do that.” Jean’s heart raced and she trembled in anticipation of his hands on her bare skin; her nipples tightened and showed through her shirt while a pleasurable warmth throbbed between her legs.
When she was wearing only her underwear, Lionel wrapped his arms about her. “I haven’t had the pleasure of undressing you for 38 years.” He removed her bra, capturing her breasts in his hands. Lionel brushed his palms across her engorged nipples making her moan and press closer to him; he touched and kissed her body gently then harder and more passionately until she writhed in his arms.
“Not fair. You’re still dressed” she complained and opened his belt and trousers. She pushed his clothes out of the way and freed Lionel’s long, hard cock from the prison of his clothes.
“Oh that’s much better”, he groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him fully erect. Breaking free of his kiss, Jean knelt down and took his hard cock in her mouth, loving it's taste and the way it's fatness filled her mouth. Somehow Lionel managed to remove his clothes and they made their way to his bed.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered; “I want to see you touch yourself.” Lionel watched a seductive smile spread across her face as Jean drew up her legs and her hands went between her spread thighs. She parted her pussy and pushed three fingers into her slippery cunt; she closed her eyes and spoke softly.
“Ever since we met again, I touch myself every night, imagining us touching, licking, making love, sucking, kissing, fucking.” Her fingers moved in and out of her body.
Lionel cupped his balls with one hand and used the other to stroke his cock. “Do you use just your own hands?”
“No. I bought a vibrator and named it Lionel. When I’m all wet I push it deep inside me and turn it on and I rub my clit and . . .” she gasped . . . “I’ll finger my ass remembering how you liked to . . .” her words faded as she began to moan.
“Do you make yourself come?” He watched as a red flush began at her neck and her body began to undulate.
“Uhhmm. Oh yes.”
Lionel shifted nearer to Jean and his fingers joined Jean’s inside the velvety wetness of her pussy. She opened her eyes and pulled him closer. His mouth joined his hands and he kissed the wet hair that covered her pussy. His tongue slipped between Jean’s labia and probed deep into her center, her wetness coating his face and fingers. He fucked her pussy with his tongue while his wet fingers probed her ass, stroking the sensitive red lane between her quivering ass cheeks.
Jean moaned his name and tightened her legs around his head. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves when he sucked on her clit. “Fuck me Lionel. Make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I thought you’d never ask, my love.” He moved on top of her and they kissed deeply, teasing each other with their lips and tongues.
Lionel growled with pleasure as his cock entered Jean’s body. “So wet. So tight.” He tried to pace his thrusts but Jean grabbed his hips and drove him harder and deeper.
“Fuck me harder, Lionel.” She wrapped her legs around him, both their bodies slippery with sweat. “Harder!” She held onto his back, her nails pressing crescents into his skin. Lionel’s balls tightened as Jean’s cunt contracted around his cock making him thrust harder and faster, and calling her name, he filled Jean’s pussy with his hot cum.
When they could breathe again, they lay facing each other, touching each other. Lionel kissed Jean’s face and breasts and belly, moving lower until he reached the V of her legs where he licked and sucked every drop of cum that soaked her pussy and had seeped out to coat her thighs and asshole. Jean sighed and moaned with pleasure at the touch of Lionel’s lips and tongue; he licked and fingered her asshole but when he took her clit gently between his lips and sucked Jean’s moans became deeper and louder, her pussy rubbing his face, until her body shook with the force of her orgasm and she came, calling his name over and over.
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