More Surprises from Irene

Believe it or not, Irene and I had just returned to her place after church and she made us a nice lunch with soup and sandwiches. We sat together at the dining room table and talked about how the week had gone since we had seen each other last. Other obligations had prevented us from getting together on Friday or Saturday night so this was the first chance for us to be alone in over a week. When we arrived we had removed our shoes at the door. While we ate and talked, her bare foot kept rubbing my foot, then my ankle, then up my calf. No one had ever played footsie with me like that and it was turning me on and soon I had a big tent in my dress pants. “Well, let’s get this all cleaned up so we can go make out,” Irene declared. I hesitated for a moment since I was so aroused but then realized there was nothing that she had not seen or even touched. I rose up and collected our plates. Irene eyed me up and down from her seat. “You look so good in those pants,” she mused. I stood there for a second and she moved from her chair now to kneel in front of me. “Do you mind?” she asked and with that she opened my pants and took my penis out through the opening in my boxer briefs. “You looked painfully confined in there. Maybe that will feel better as we do the dishes and clean up.” Before she rose to her feet and grabbed the rest of the stuff off the table, she kissed the tip. Shivers went up my spine and she giggled. Yes, it sure did feel better to have my cock out. I was being an exhibitionist but totally with her initiating and enjoying the view. Comments about how young men sure keep an erection going were interspersed between the kind of random talk you have when you are doing chores together. She asked me to go wipe down the table so I walked into the other room and through the pass through space in the wall she watched me as my penis waggled hard back and forth. When I returned, she reached down and took the wet drops from the head and licked them off her finger stating, “We can’t have the sticky stuff getting in the carpet. I had it cleaned not too long ago.” When all was clean and dried, she invited me to the living room to kiss. She said how much she always wished to be with me and kissing. “Why don’t you sit on the couch while I go change clothes some. I don’t want to mess up my good church clothes,” she added. I sat down and my penis stood tall from my lap. Her couch was one with a firm base so you didn’t sink in like others which meant that my hips stayed up so my cock was pushed out very nicely with the way the back of the sofa leaned. Shortly, she came out wearing a dark green long silky robe. She looked rather stunning in the way that a movie queen of the 1930s might. Her nipples stood out through both her gown and  bra, the outline of which was visible through the robe. She strode elegantly over to me and turning sideways, sat in my lap. Without words, she looked in my eyes and then put her arms on my shoulders and began to kiss me. My penis was trapped between her hip and my belly which felt good on the one side at least. Her warm silky hip was very nice. We kissed just surface kisses, gentle on the lips only, warm and soft, her kissing around my face and me kissing down her neck on the side facing me for awhile. Then she put her hand on my cheek and stopped it, looked me in the eyes, and said that it was uncomfortable to turn too long so if I didn’t mind, she’d turn to face me and straddle me. Of course. Yes, please. So, she turned to face me standing there, and parted the long robe and I glimpsed her light colored panties that were soaking wet in the crotch so they were almost see through. Just a quick glimpse but I felt the excitement of it from head to toe. She put one knee on the left of me and the other on the right, then reached down and pushed my penis down under her crotch as she sat down on my thighs. My penis pressed into the wet panties and the warmth of her groin as she settled and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close. “God, you feel so good to hold. You smell so nice with your cologne, too,” she commented. Then, we set out kissing hard, deep, passionately. Soon, I felt her body changing, tensing up, quivering a little, then she slipped her hips to one side and pressed against my thigh, wet and hot, rubbing forward and back, then froze and her body contracted. She was cumming. Through our kiss, she breathed out into my mouth with a soft sound deep in her throat. Then she renewed our passionate kisses and slid back to the center so my cock was right against her, and I could feel that her panties were pushed in between her lips and my cockhead pressed right against them at the opening to her vagina. She gasped. And pressed harder, and then kissed me so hard it almost hurt my lips against my teeth, and twitched her hips gently against my penis so the head plowed against her wet furrow through her panties. In just a few minutes, she was having another orgasm and I felt her contractions through her underwear. Oh my, what a great surprise. She held me still for a few minutes, her head on my shoulder. I sniffed her lovely hair, felt her warmth against my body. “Baby, that was awesome, but you must be suffering.” She got off and pushed my legs apart, knelt between them, and grasped my shaft with both hands. The head was all shiny and wet with our mutual flow when she leaned in and I thought she was going to kiss it like she had earlier. Instead, she produced a bunch of saliva which she noiselessly spit onto the head. Her hands lubricated the shaft with the spittle and moved up and down, meeting halfway along the shaft, one working the head really well but quickly unlike her previous handjobs. “Don’t hold it in, sweetie, just let it go,” she cooed, “but tell me right before you have to squirt, please, tell me.” She spat more saliva on again, which was so sexy to me, I was building up to climax. I moaned that I was ready and she stroked again and again, then at the last second lowered her head just as I released and she put just the tip between her lips. I emptied into her mouth and each squirt elicited a “mmm” from her. She just kept the tip in, nothing more, looking right into my eyes. After she thought I was done, she lifted her mouth off and kept her hands moving, smiling as she swallowed then looked down, found another ooze of cum out of my cock, bent, took it all in her mouth, then smiled again and said, “That was a lot, very nice.” She crawled back up in my lap and kissed me deeply, holding me close, so sweet and nice. I could taste myself in the kiss. She quietly explained that taking it into her mouth kept my clothes from getting messy and from ruining the couch. We ended up laying on the couch holding one another and napping until the sun went down. Then we got up, she dressed, and we went out for dinner together. The next several times we went out, she would find time to masturbate me and every time finished by letting my semen squirt into her mouth. Irene did not repeat the way she got so unclothed again for a couple of months. Each time, we kissed deeply afterwards and I loved that she was so accepting of everything about me including my cum. She would explain how she was going to let me finish in her mouth to keep things clean and tell me how sweet it was to share that moment with me. She would ask me if I was keeping from pornography during the week and of course, all I needed to do to masturbate was to think of her. I thought we had settled into a pattern and she didn’t have any more surprises for me. After all, having a woman masturbate you every time you got together and swallow your cum was a dream come true. Plus, a few times over those weeks Irene gave me a wonderful massage all over my body which felt great. I always offered to return the favor but she would say that having her orgasms while we kissed and having me hold her close while her clothes were on, without touching her body, kept us from doing something wrong that we would regret.  Then one summer weekend we went for a long hike together in the heat and we were both sweating very badly. When a sudden thunderstorm cropped up, we had to run as fast as we could back to the car, about a mile, and ended up totally soaked and cold all of a sudden. Back at her place, we scurried inside still very wet and hugged and laughed about how fun it was to be silly like that. She and I kissed some and I could tell she was feeling sexy but then she pushed me back, told me that I better get out of my wet things and go take a warm shower so I wouldn’t catch cold, and lifted my wet t-shirt over my shoulders and head. She pulled my shorts down to my feet and made me tumble over as she tried to get them over my shoes. She untied the shoes as we laughed and played on the floor and once I was naked, she said hurry into the shower so she could wash and dry my clothes. I asked what about her getting cold and she said not to worry as she had it handled. Sure enough she did because as I was in the shower washing up, I heard the bathroom door open and she came in naked. I almost passed out because it was the first time I had seen her body. Her breasts were about a small C cup and very naturally hung down her chest but still had a lovely shape, capped by light pink areolas with very stiff large nipples. I saw her very small bush, trimmed close, and it was as blonde as the hair on her head. Irene bossily said, “Alright boy, move over so I can get in. I’m freezing.” I pulled her into the shower with me and she wrapped herself around me. Her skin was very cold so I turned carefully with her so she was under the steamy water. She shivered at first but then warmed into me. “You know that is the first time I’ve ever seen your penis soft,” she commented as she let me hold her. “Well, not really, I guess, because after you ejaculate you do get soft but it is not the same as that was. And I can feel that it’s not lasting cuz you’re getting hard now. Some parts of you must get warm faster than the others.” I told her that it was because she was so lovely. She giglged and told me to wash her. And oh, did I. Since this was the very first time I ever got to touch her, I took my time. I carefully washed her beautiful hair, then her face, and made sure we kissed a lot as I did.Then I moved to her neck and shoulders, hesitant to wash her breasts. Irene took my soapy hands and put them on her breasts. “Wash all of me, please? Unless it would be bad for you.” “Bad? No. My pleasure. I love you,” I responded. So, I progressed and washed everything, including her very warm and creamy pussy. I kissed all along the way and she didn’t stop me. I kissed her nipples and her breasts, her belly, her pussy lips, and even her backside. When I was done, she asked if I had washed myself and I assented, so she told me to dry her off and get her into a warm bed. I did just that and then she begged, “Please, would you kiss me?” I put my lips to hers and we did kiss deep and full and passionately, both of us fully nude under the warm water. Our bodies pressed together and my erection was trapped against her tight belly. Having just washed her all over, including between her legs, I assumed it was OK so I kissed down her body starting at her neck and shoulders then down to her breasts. Just as I got to a nipple, she grabbed my head with both hands and whispered, “No,” then kept kissing me. Her hands dropped down to my butt and pulled me tighter to her, fondling my backside. “You know that if ever we make our vows to one another, in the eyes of God, then we can do things like that. I crave for your mouth all over me and to feel you in me but we can’t yet. You know that,” she explained looking into my eyes. So, we got out as the water was cooling off and I dried her off, full body, sneaking kisses on various parts as I did so. Again she didn’t stop me. In fact, I could see that she was wet from her excitement so much that it was running down her upper thighs and when I kissed right there, I tasted her for the first time.  “Someone’s very excited and tempting us both,” she said. “You dry off and come find me in the bedroom.” So, I did just that and with great anticipation that I would find her naked and ready I strode down the short hallway to her bedroom. Nope. She was now wearing a pair of white leggings and a t-shirt that had “Frontier Days” written on it. “I know you are disappointed but this will help both of us not to go beyond the limits today.”  She made me lie down on the bed and then straddled me so her crotch was pressed to mine, asking me if we could kiss like this. Of course. So, soon we were kissing hard and my hardness was pressed against her groin which was so wet I could feel it through her leggings. Her breasts were soft pillows against my chest while we made out. With her pressing rhythmically against me and being so aroused already, it was only a few minutes and she tensed up, having her first orgasm. I was loving how to tell her orgasms, from her body movements to her breathing. But because she was staying lower on the shaft, I couldn’t quite get there with her. That was fine. I was loving it all the way knowing my penis was making her cum. With a shaky voice, she told me, “With my husband, he could never last this long so I rarely had an orgasm with him.” In another minute, she came again and put her head on my shoulder so I thought she was finished but instead she hunched her back and went for another. Wow. After laying on top of me for a few minutes, shivering and quivering on and off, she said, “Never three times, you amaze me.” Truly I felt like I did nothing much at all. Irene moved off me and lay next to me. Touching my penis she apologized, “Sorry I got you so wet like this.” I was really moist and told her I loved that so not to say she was sorry. Giving me a quick peck on the lips, she lay her head on my belly and masturbated me with one hand using the wetness that was already there. I didn’t take long and warned her that I was going to cum, but her head didn’t move, and so I warned her again and she just kept going. I couldn’t help it and unloaded. I could feel some landing on my belly but knew it had to be hitting her, too. After just a short time, she sat up next to me and her face was painted in my semen. She smiled, “Now that was fun. I haven't felt that on my face for years and years. Let’s shower again because we are both so sticky.” It was dripping down her face, over her lips, and as she pulled the t-shirt off she wiped herself. Kissing me, she said, “You were so warm. I love that you let me help you.”  I loved that Irene was constantly giving me surprises.