The Weather Report
The weather report said it was going to be a hot sticky day at the beach so I’m wondering what perverse insanity caused my honey and I to go.
Don’t get me wrong…I like the beach but preferably in the fall, when it’s empty and less noisy. Not at all fond of large crowds or crazy tourists, and in the summer the shore is full of both.
Anyway, hon wanted to go so we did. But now thankful we’re back in her cottage.
We have dinner reservations at a quaint little restaurant off the beaten path. Will be nice to have a romantic moment before I leave on my business trip.
“Will never figure out how sand manages to get onto all the places it does” I lament as I remove my bathing suit top.
“Looks like you burned a bit. Didn’t you put on enough lotion?” Considering she was the one who put it on me, I can’t really answer that.
“I’ll be fine. Gonna hop into the shower real quick.”
“Should I join you?” Now showers are my Zen place and I honestly prefer to take them alone. Nothing personal. “No, hon. You relax. I won’t be long.”
She made an exaggerated pout, but I knew she wasn’t really angry. Made me laugh so I kissed her nose, grabbed my oversized kimono/bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom.
The cool water felt refreshing as it cascaded down my shoulders and over my body. Divine, not to mention how happy rinsing the sand off was. Probably could have spent more time enjoying the shower but I knew my partner needed her turn.
Drying off and rubbing in some sesame oil on myself as we both love the smell, I put on my bathrobe and opened the door.
“All done. Your turn, hon “
“Excellent. I was beginning to think you’d gone down the drain!” she laughed.
I watched her stroll into the bathroom and knew I would have to work fast to pull off my surprise.
I first texted the restaurant and canceled our reservation. Then lit the scented candles she had scattered around the room and closed the drapes of the picture window.
Went to the frig and took out the bottle of champagne we were planning to open later and stood it in a dish full of ice.
Put on the black lace camisole I planned to wear under a jacket for dinner and the matching see through panties.
Started some slow, sexy blues, the kind of music we both enjoy making love to.
Barely finished before she emerged from the bathroom in her bathrobe.
“You wearing that tonight?” she laughed.
I blushed. She’s probably the only person I know who can still make me do that.
She was in a teasing mood. “Well, I’d certainly have a nice view during dinner!”
I sat on the chair alongside the bed as she walked over, stopping right in front of me. “Can I help you?” she asked with that smile of hers.
Standing up, I reached for her, undid the bathrobe belt and brought the robe down just enough to expose her breast and pin her arms. I pulled her close. “I think so.”
Our lips met and I pulled her closer.
“We’re gonna miss dinner if…” I cut her off. “Dinner has been cancelled”
With that, I slowly lowered her robe to the floor, took her hand and gently pushed her back onto the bed.
Stood there, drinking in every bit of her. Neither of us were kids anymore and while I knew every wrinkle and every scar by heart, touching her still felt magical.
“You’ve been busy, I see” “Sort of. But not half as busy as I hope to be! Turn over, please.”
She complied and I straddled her legs, as I dribbled the vanilla scented massage oil down her back. I began gently rubbing it across her shoulders, ass and down her legs. “Nice?’
“Very” The strokes were long and slow…just the way she liked them.
“Time to roll over” “Like this?” Oh, yes…just like that I thought.
I kissed her. She kisses like no one else with each kiss more passionate than the one before
Poured some oil onto my hands and rubbed them together. Then stroked down her chest, stopping at her breasts. I had gotten edible massage oil so once I covered her nipples, I circled each with my tongue, sucking deeply until she moaned, the oil was gone and her nipples were full and erect.
Kept moving my way down her beautiful body, her stomach, inner thighs, legs, feet. Covered every inch of her.
“Spread your legs wide for me, hon.”
She did and I saw she was swollen and wet. I reached for the chilled bottle of Champaign, and opened it. Then I climbed back up to the top of the bed and put myself between her thighs.
“Hum. I do like being here” as I nuzzled her.
“And I like you there.”
Ever so slowly I began to dribble the Champaign down between her legs. She shivered as the ice cold liquid came in contact with her very hot clit.
“Oh my god!”
“Relax, babe. Just let me please you.” I began lapping up the Champaign that was now mixed with her juices. What a delicious mixture.
Again, I slowly poured the still cold Champaign down her folds and lapped it up.
She was squirming and arching her back.
I knew I was already soaked though so I reached down and into my crotchless panties. I began working on myself as I tongued and lapped at her beautiful pussy.
The more I sucked and probed her with my tongue, the more she moaned and the quicker I pulled and rubbed at myself.
“Come on, hon. Let’s do this together.”
She locked her thighs around my head, pulling me in so deep into her it was driving me crazy.
I sucked, her clit, ran my hand all over her folds, exploring and tasting. Buried my face as close to her as I could get and probed my tongue in and out. My body went on autopilot. I came hard. So did she.
Maybe we didn’t get to dinner and maybe the sheets were wet and messy.
She looked at me with her soft eyes. “You’re so naughty”, she smiled.
Maybe I am but damn…that was fun!
Biography
At 72 RC, writes from her imagination because lust never sleeps. And why should it? People and places. Touches and couplings with the exquisite sensations they caused are remembered, cherished. She spends time musing over how to relive those moments. How to render the times of complete surrender for others to share and suddenly the prose comes to life. There is no limit to RC’s imagination. Only that which she wishes to keep to herself. So she writes, encouraging the heat to rise and is once again swept away.