“You have a new message from R” beeped the phone.
I hadn’t communicated with her for more than a year.
She worked shifts in the hospital and had odd hours and odd weeks. I was busy with my own work, and opportunity was few and far in between. She was, by her own admission, lonely, and needed company during her off days. She was separated from her husband, who was in jail, not for the first time.
The other reason I didn’t keep in touch with her was her simplicity. While she professed to be careful, she had a simple mind. Conversation topics were rather limited, and in some sense superficial. She said she enjoyed my company because I made her laugh a lot. And also because I didn’t take liberties. Well, at least not until one of the few evenings, when she invited me to her place.
It was after a quiet meal at Raffle Marina, where we ate salads, chatted, and had a couple of helpings of wine. She invited me to look at her place when I sent her back. Being “single”, the place was not well-maintained. She brought me to her room. Sitting on the platform bed, because there was nowhere else to sit, we chatted a bit. She then excused herself to go to the washroom.
She came out in a white cotton nightshirt with a row of buttons in front. I could tell, from the 2 pointed protrusions on the stretched material at her chest, that she was quite bare beneath the nightshirt.
She lied down on one side of the bed and put her hands behind her head. We continued to chat, and I had a bit of a problem trying to avoid looking at her ample breasts, which rose and fall when she breathed, and which jiggled like a jelly when she giggled. And she giggled a lot, which made breathing difficult for me at times.
I lied down beside her and mirrored her posture, by putting my hands behind my head. Soon enough, it appeared that she wasn’t satisfied with the status quo. She turned her body, and pushed her back and especially her soft, but firm buttocks (a result of her frequent swimming) against me. I reciprocated by turning towards her and held her around the waist. Unable to restrain myself, my hands moved up to her breasts, alternating between gentle squeezing, and playing with her nipples. Her buttocks must have felt my hidden member, which was already rock hard and throbbing, and straining itself through at 3 layers of fabric towards the object of desire.
She moan lightly, and let my hands wandered around for a while, and declared that I got her all horny. She turned to face me, sat up and undo the buttons to reveal a sight to behold. I must have held my breath and turned blue, or something. She looked at me, giggled, and proceeded to undo my belt, and zip.
With the restraints gone, she went down on me, while I continued to feel my way around whichever parts of the body my hands could reach. Satisfied with her work, she sat on me and rode me. It must be good for her as well, as I watched her squirm and twist in one direction to another. Up and Down. Slow and Fast. To prolong the end, I focused my attention on where my hands, which were having a time of their life massaging the soft and supple breasts.
I felt the beginning of the end approaching, and not wanting to climax too soon, I told her I wanted to be on top.
(to be continued….)
