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Prelude to tea and cream

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: vie_secrete Posted on: 21 Nov 2003 1 comments
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Continuation of "My elderly neighbour watches" -- a story of unexpected afternoon delight.The next day, I woke up very excited. I had no idea what to expect during "tea" later on that afternoon. Thinking about my neighbour's "cream" insinuation, and contrary to normal habits, I made a conscious effort not to masturbate that morning. The first half of the day passed in a usual, uneventful manner. I had a coffee, showered, went to university to talk to my thesis advisor, checked out a couple of books, copied a number of articles that I had to look at a little more closely for the literature survey, bought a baguette with cheese and returned to my one-room apartment at around two-thirty, took another shower, took out fresh clothes (khakis, without any underpants, and a blue shirt), and a pretty good bottle of German Sekt that I had received as a present a while earlier, before heading off to my neighbour's flat situated directly across the court-yard from my place. During the visit a day earlier, and despite the considerable age difference, she had offered me the informal "tu", insisting that I call her by her first name, Marie-Ther?se. I knocked on her door, and she opened, with a broad smile on her face and a golden-brown lipstick on her lips. Thanking me for the welcome gift with a gentle kiss, during which she very softly touched my lip with her tongue, she led me into her living room. I could still smell the seductive scent of her expensive perfume (which I'll always associate with her and this afternoon in particular). On that particular day, she wore a very long, yellow blouse, which covered her legs up to her knees, with an interesting aquamarine necklace, and a risqu? d?colletage that allowed me to see part of her light blue silk bra (one of these miracle push-up bras that manage to create a very tempting cleavage). That was an enormous change from her usual "housewife" look; it was somewhere at the borderline between a classy, rich elder lady consciously "? la mode" and a fixture in a run-down red-light ?tablissement. Possibly because of my anticipation, I was very impressed by her fashion sense and, in my unimaginative student outfit, felt a little inadequate.However, this feeling gave quickly way to an entirely different emotion. To my great surprise, I suddenly saw that there was someone else sitting in Marie-Ther?se's flat, a woman roughly her age, very large in proportions, with hair that was coloured in a dark red that I resembled a good Bordeaux. "This is Ren?e," my neighbour said, "she's an art professor," pausing for a while, looking straight into my eyes, before she added "who is currently working on a series of male nudes. She visited me a few times before, and we have both watched you working naked on your computer..." "And yourself," Ren?e finished the sentence, smiling at me seductively. "We didn't know how to subtly ask you," my neighbour added, "Ren?e wants to paint you, lying here on the sofa in the sun, masturbating." "If you agree, and should you have any interest at all, we could consider to 'pay' you in kind," Ren?e suggested. I looked at them, somewhat dumbfounded, and just heard the words, "but you'll have to do the undressing," slip off my tongue. Marie-Ther?se and Ren?e looked at one another, and both came slowly towards me, Marie-Ther?se with her mouth slightly open and the tip of her tongue touching her front teeth provocatively. She watched, as Ren?e, who looked a little like a modern Venus of Willendorf in a loose, white summer's dress, stood right in front of me. I saw her immense, flabby arms, and her thick hands loosening one button at a time, then sliding her hands from the chest onto my waist to get me out off my shirt. She grabbed my groin, then knelt down in front of me, opened my khakis and, with an expression of playful surprise, took my already hardened penis out of my pants, which fell to the wooden floor. For just a moment, she took my penis in her mouth, as if to kiss it, only to ask me to position myself on the sofa underneath the window, while she hurried over to take out her canvas, which she had hidden behind the door in the kitchen. Concomitantly, Marie-Ther?se filled, what I though was interesting, three gold-rimmed tea cups with a really good cognac. Its scent filled the air quickly. After she handed one of them to each of us, Marie-Ther?se took an armchair, placed it opposite to me, and made herself comfortable -- and I saw, that, underneath her long blouse, she wore absolutely nothing. Ren?e, having prepared herself, asked me to ignore her for the time being, to watch her friend while holding on to my penis. "Try to keep it like it is, ... but please don't come right yet," she added almost in a whisper tone. While Ren?e got increasingly involved in her painting, Marie-Ther?se slid down a little on her chair and, to my delight, opened her legs, caressing her thighs, her stomach and, after some time, rubbing her clit. She slid her index and middle fingers into her -- by now, very evidently moist -- pussy and sensuously licked them dry again. She had another sip of cognac but, instead of swallowing it, let it run down her chin, her neck, and onto her blouse. "Oops," she mocked, "I guess, I'll have to get out of this now." She stood up, turned around, leaned over, and pointed her -- shall I say? -- Rubenesque ass at me. She then undressed herself completely, before turning around and presenting herself to me. There she was, a naked 65-year old woman, not particularly thin, not particularly beautiful, but sexy, confident, obviously randy -- and with immensely long, intriguingly sagging tits that came down all the way to her stomach. In her hands, they were as thin as a folded t-shirt, but their length made them "quite something.""Don't move," Ren?e intervened a little nervously, looking at me, while Marie-Ther?se went over and switched on some French-Arab music to which she started to dance, her own kind of erotic belly dance, making the most of her jumping, flapping, sagging, flying, dancing tits. I think she had noticed my attraction to them. Without stopping, she danced over towards a cupboard and, out of a drawer, she took a large dildo, which she first took in her mouth, and, after sitting down again in her wing chair across from me, inserted into her pussy. "Yea, that's gooood," she whispered. Soon thereafter, she started to loose control over herself and, instead of performing, concentrated herself, moaning loudly, on her own sensations. With high-pitched screams, she came, quite intensely and with her whole body shaking widely, her tits falling off to either side of hers. I had been watching her show with a great deal of excitement, jacking off -- with several "emergency" breaks -- the entire time. What a show! She went over to her friend, looked at the picture and decided that it was essentially done. She took her friend by her hand and brought her over to me, pointing at me, saying, "you're in charge of the spots on the thighs." With her thick, heavily beringed fingers, she took my almost exploding cock, engulfed it with her lips, licked the head with her tongue, before sucking it with a great deal of talent. Marie-Ther?se, from somewhere, had gotten her camera, taking pictures of the scene ("For Ren?e, to make a picture for my bedroom"). It did not take long until my hips started to jerk. She took my penis out of her mouth, and watched the come fly all over my chest and stomach. "Beautiful," she added, going back to her canvas to add a few more minor details. "Afternoon tea and cream, I'll call it," she said, turning the picture around. The cups, they suddenly made sense...