After months of trying to get together Geraldine and I had finally managed to get some semblance of order in our lives and we were set for the weekdays next week. Because of the trouble she'd had with Holley Geraldine had decided that she was going to be shipped off to her grandparents place for nearly a week. School is nearly at an end; only about five or six days or so to go and most of the time is being wasted anyway. She'd be home again in time for the Xmas festivities as would her dad, he'll be home from one of his so called "business trips".
I can't wait for the planned meeting with Geraldine although thinking back to when we'd had our last planned meeting, which was interrupted by Holley returning with her father, I recalled how nervous we'd been. We'd kept putting off going up the stairs to bed until it was too late and eventually Holley had taken command of me and taken me to her bedroom. I couldn't complain, she done a wonderful job on me, one of her usual masterful seductions, which left me gasping for breath, as she came up with something new again.
Would Geraldine and I eventually make it this time? Only time will tell. But based on the plan that Geraldine has come up with for Holley then we can't or shouldn't fail. All of the clothing that I intend to take when I go to meet her has been pulled out of the wardrobe and the drawers ready to be laundered and ironed. I'm determined to make an absolutely first class impression on her. But, prior to me laundering the selected clothing I wanted to try it on to ensure that it would `knock her eyes out' when she saw me in it, particularly the underwear.
Whilst the blouse was not transparent because it's tight it would show the lace of my favourite white bra through the material, that view had never failed to attract attention. Next, panties, white again of course and silk with a beautiful lace panel right above my pussy so that which ever woman got that close would almost certainly see my shaved pussy through the lace. I pulled out three or four skirts to choose from but invariably in the past I'd chosen the silver grey one, it fitted so nice around my bottom and hugged my thighs as I walked. I did try them all on and each skirt had something to commend it however, as you might have already guessed I chose the silver grey one. Now, with the nice lace bra, the pretty panties, the nice tight blouse and the tight short skirt I felt absolutely ready for anything or rather ready for anyone. All I needed to complete the picture was stockings and yesterday I'd deliberately bought a new pair, expensive and exclusive just for Geraldine. Drawing them up my legs almost brought me to the brink of an orgasm and when I reached the top close to my pussy I could feel the lips almost throbbing with desire as I thought of Geraldine removing them again.
All I needed to complete the picture was my shoes. Silver grey again, only recently bought them, not necessarily for what was going to happen tomorrow but in readiness for whatever life had to throw at me. As I stepped into the shoes and turned around I have to tell you that I was so ready for sex that my hand went slowly to my pussy stroking and pushing against my pussy as I imagined what I hoped would happen. Just stood there with my imagination working overtime it was almost impossible to stop myself and I found that my skirt was around my hips. I didn't remember having done anything like that but then again I didn't remember unfastening my blouse either. I was aroused, oh fuck was I aroused that I fell back to the bed and almost as though Geraldine was there at that time I found myself kissing the air imagining it was her lips I was kissing and when a hand covered my pussy it was again hers. This hand, apparently unattached to an arm, stroked and prodded at my pussy and like the disgusting woman I am I allowed my fingers to enter inside my panties. Oh, how delicious, just the very feel of them against me was wonderful but my imagination went even further as Geraldine's imaginary fingers entered me and started to stroke the inner walls of my pussy. As I was about to `cum' I seemingly came to my senses and realised that it wasn't Geraldine teasing me, it was my fingers doing the teasing.
With something like horror when I realised what I was doing I straightened my panties and stood up but as you may realise I was so damned horny that I threw all those clothes that were to be laundered off and finger fucked myself in front of the mirror. No, I couldn't stop and it was only when I felt that funny sensation in my body where I jerk around as I `cum' that I eventually came to my senses. Of course it was too late; it was all over; cum was coursing down my legs. Still naked I picked up the soiled clothes and took them to the laundry but being the nice clothes they are I washed them all by hand.
Stood there with thoughts of Geraldine in my mind I really didn't realise that I was naked. Fortunately no one came to the door or else I would either have been caught in my "birthday suit" or else there would have been a hell of a scamper for something to wear.
By the afternoon all the clothes were dry and I pressed them and put them in one of my small suitcases. With any luck I'd wear something ordinary to fly to Geraldine's place and if I had the chance change in the aircraft's toilet or else in the first toilet I came to on the ground.
The next morning I was, to say the very least, so excited that after months of sly hints I was ready for her and she giving sly hints about what she'd do to me there I was, absolutely ready for a nice fuck with a woman of about my own age. That was in contrast to the females that usually fuck me, teenagers. Don't get me wrong I've been fucked by a woman my own age, or thereabouts before but frankly teenagers, despite their youth, seem to know more about fucking older women than do the older women themselves.
The flight wasn't too long and I'd been fortunate enough to take my luggage in the cabin with me so that the first part of my plan could be fulfilled and I'd get to change into my "get fucked clothes" before I met her. My plans were foiled because practically every woman on the aircraft wanted to use the toilet before it landed and so I met her still dressed casually. She held me in her arms and after the chaste kiss she gave me she continued to hold me against her saying so softly into my ear "I can't wait to fuck you!" Disgusting woman that I am I felt my nipples responding to her immediately and with a little gasp I said "get me out of here".
We had our first fuck in the airport car park; it was lovely. As soon as we'd got in the car she'd sped off to the far side of the car park and without any ceremony she'd come around to the passengers side of the car, opened the door, turned me so I was facing her and opening my blouse she proceeded to suck my tits or at least that portion of them that was exposed. We were both impatient and as fast as she was trying to get her hands up my skirt I was trying to unfasten my bra.
I was so excited that I had my first orgasm before she got past my panties and even before I'd got my tits out for her. Realising that I was steaming hot down below and absolutely ready to be fucked silly she removed her hand from my skirt, helped me fasten my bra and blouse and sped all the way to her house.
There was no introductory kissing or feeling, she just unfastened my skirt, pushed me back in an armchair, reached up and removed my panties and proceeded to eat my pussy. Oh shit, only about three strokes of her tongue and I orgasmed, more from delayed anticipation than anything else. She stood, grabbed my hand dropping my panties that she'd been holding and moving at breakneck speed she dragged me up the stairs. That's a bit of an exaggeration, she didn't drag me, I practically sprinted behind her in my anxiety to be underneath her feeling her tongue either sweeping across my pussy or licking the full length from my anus to my clit.
Fuck she said, not just once but continually as she tore my clothes off. It was perhaps a good job I hadn't had a chance to change or else my good seductive clothes would all be in ribbons by this time. Satisfied that she'd removed everything with the exception of my stockings and shoes she knelt in front of me and not just ate my pussy, she was like a fucking savage with her pent up sexual desires. So much so that I felt as though my clit would be her early lunch she was sucking it so hard. Imagine if you can, two sexually deprived women going at each other. One of them (me) that just loves being fucked and another one (Geraldine) that's apparently so desperate to fuck me that she's attacking me rather than seducing me.
I managed to slow her down again telling her that she's got all day and all night to take advantage of me. That has to be a joke of course; she won't be taking advantage of me I'll be hoping to guide her to where I want her mouth or hands at any particular time. If my "guidance system" is any good she'll be going where her daughter went the last time I was with her. If she's as good as her daughter then I'm in for the fucking of a lifetime or at least very close to it because Holley is about one of the best lovers I've had and she's only fourteen. Imagine how good she'll be as an adult although I my case it's the youthfulness of the lover that seems to be important.
But back to Geraldine and I. I don't know why I persist in calling her by her full name, when we're engaged in a telephone conversation or an exchange of e-mails she's just Gerry so that's how I'll talk about her now. Calling her by her full name is not very nice, it sounds too formal and I don't want any formality, I want our meeting to be as personal as possible.
She's still attacking my pussy with me stood up but at least I've slowed her down telling her that if she continues in this way I'll be exhausted when I `cum' and it will take me ages to recover. So now she's leading me down the stairs to the kitchen table where I've been fucked before and personally I find it rather a nice place to be engaged in lesbian sex. It's not too comfortable but it gives my lover adequate access to my pussy as she leans over me. She'd got me comfortable on the table with a cushion under my backside and her mouth, which I forget to tell you, is smeared in cheap lipstick. I love that, at the end of a session I love to find myself with the lipstick smeared all over my face, my tits and especially around my upper thighs and around my pussy. Just standing and looking in the mirror after sex turns me on again as I trace all the places I've been kissed. Usually there are lots of lipstick kiss marks around my nipples and on the upper swell of my breasts and then I can trace my lover's progress down my body to my belly button and then to the magical place where hopefully I'll be literally smeared with the stuff.
After several minutes of dragging her wet tongue across, around and poking it in my pussy she's altered the point of her attack and is leaning right over me sucking my nipples into her mouth again. It's such a wonderful feeling, they sort of slide inside her mouth on a carpet of her saliva and cheap lipstick then when she sort of squeezes my nipple out again it slides out like the proverbial well oiled machine. I know exactly where she's go this from, she got it from Holley and later I was to find out that prior to her leaving home they'd had a long discussion about what Gerry should do to me to achieve the best results. One thing that Holley had impressed on her was that under no circumstances was I to be allowed to take the lead. Gerry was to make it clear right from the start that I'm her tart and I was there to be fucked. The result of the serious discussion is that I had almost as nice a fuck as I'd had with Holley in the past.
But I've got away from the story as it unfolded. Now that Gerry was sucking and squirting my nipple in and out of her mouth her fingers were doing something like a tap dance around my pussy. Her fingers were drumming lightly around and along my pussy lips and wow, the fact that they were just barely touching my skin made it even more sensuous. Her dancing fingers were moving so quickly that it was impossible to determine exactly where they were. I was longing to feel her fingers parting my pussy but I've long since learned that being teased made me even more amenable to taking whatever it was my lover wanted to do to me. At long last her fingers, only two at the start, entered my pussy and she rotated them seemingly trying to find something different inside me than she'd found inside herself or perhaps any other woman she'd fucked. As my juices had started to flow quite liberally she'd moved her fingers in deep and without withdrawing them again she'd bent her fingers so that although not only were they in deep but she was touching my pussy walls quite firmly and when she did that was when she started to fuck me with them.
Although I didn't realise it at the time apparently I was rolling from side to side and thrusting my hips at her and she was having difficulty holding me in place but it must be or must have been the way she was doing it to me. I appeared to be flowing quite copiously if the wetness around me and under me was anything to go by and eventually when she did bring her lips to my pussy I squirted in her mouth immediately. Neither of us were apparently satisfied with that result but she lifted me from the table and led me to a generous sized couch where she lay me back on the seat grabbing my buttocks and hauling me right to the front of the cushion.
Oh, cripes, now she must have felt that she had total control of me as her wonderful heavily lipsticked' mouth was shown to me before she lowered her mouth to my pussy. That greasy conglomeration of cheap lipstick slid across my pussy as though her lips were ice skating, there was absolutely no friction of any kind, just a smooth passage directly across, around and then the plunge inside me as her mouth was again met with a fierce squirt of cum' which didn't tame her or calm her one bit as she proceeded to suck my now erect clit into her mouth. I don't know if my clit has ever been this way before but it felt as big as it had ever been and when it disappeared into her mouth I shouted "Oh fuck Gerry, don't suck it off my pussy?" As I came down from my orgasmic heights she moved back up my body to kiss me and we spent quite a few minutes sharing a lover's kiss or kisses. They were soft and generous in allowing me to taste the interior of her mouth but I was so pleased when she moved herself to sit over me and ordered me to suck her pussy. I didn't think I was that good because her `cum' was there almost immediately but she later confessed that if I hadn't sucked her off she would have made me. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't have preferred being "made" to eat her cunt. Being bossed around a little would have really finished me off, but perhaps that was to come later.
We didn't dress or at least I didn't dress. She let me wear panties, not my own, a pair she'd apparently bought specially for me to wear. I don't know where I've seen tinier things but they felt oh so sexy and if wearing them all the time would bring that same look to her eyes then I'd walk around all the time like this. If I described them as two pieces of string connected by fresh air you'd get the general impression. The waist band, if I can call it that was a narrow piece of silk and the bit that was supposed to cover my pussy was just as narrow so that when she pulled them up tight the silk disappeared into both my arse and my cunt. If felt wonderful!!
I desperately needed a pee and although she'd cleaned me quite nicely with her tongue there was still a little drop of undischarged `cum' lingering in my pussy so when I finished my pee and went to wipe myself I orgasmed again. Walking out of the toilet and standing directly in front of her I said, "How do you like this Gerry?" That narrow strip of silk that separated my pussy lips was absolutely soaked again but Gerry was not one to quibble over things and just sank to her knees and taking my arse cheeks in her hands she drew me to her and ate my cunt again. The result? More of the same as I saluted her with another stream of my wonderful cream directed at her mouth. My aim wasn't that good though, her blouse was soaked but showing her versatility she removed her blouse as quick as a shot and holding it to her mouth she licked the remainder of my juices off it.
Neither of us progressed any further with our clothing, she remained in her bra, skirt and panties and shoes whilst I was attired only in that lovely pair of panties, my stockings and shoes. Frankly I don't know when I've ever felt better dressed.
Sitting down at the kitchen table drinking coffee she explained more about her discussion with Holley and how she should treat me. Holley had explained how she'd stood me in front of a window in a hotel and let the men in the room across the street watch through the window as she played with my pussy. True. I'd been embarrassed but it was also true that I'd loved every minute of the way she tortured me with her tactics. They weren't stand over tactics; I'd submitted to them quite freely and whilst if I'd been warned that she'd going to do those things to me I'd have objected, once she started I became immediately aroused and willing.
That discussion that she'd had with Holley was to lead to me having an absolutely superb day as Gerry fucked me everywhere in the house. She was insatiable and I might say quite free with smacks on my bottom, ooh, very nice. Once the tiny panties were removed a little later I wasn't allowed to wear panties of any sort again that day. I was sucked, I was finger fucked, I was fucked with a dildo and on one occasion when she had me against a door she turned me round and I even had the door handle in my pussy.
At bed time I was just about ready to ask her if I could sleep alone I was so "stuffed" but she was gentleness itself as she cuddled me to her and moving me down the bed a little she held me to her breasts and I fell asleep with one of her nipples in my mouth. Of course I didn't wake like that, I'd moved during the night and when I awoke it was to find her with her fingers deep in my pussy just barely moving but such was the state I was still in from last night I orgasmed in the palm of her hand and I didn't even shiver or shake as I did it. Holding her palm to my pussy and kissing me at the same time I could feel the heat in my own `cum' transferring back to my pussy and without any further inspiration from her I dragged her lips to me for another kiss and orgasmed again. Pity she didn't have a bucket in the bed with her, I would have half filled it.
Eventually we got out of bed and went down stairs for breakfast. Again as I'd gone to put on a pair of panties she'd stopped me encouraging me to obey with a little smack on my backside. That was so nice. So now I was just plain naked for all the world to see. She wouldn't let me near the stove in case I burnt something "very special" because she said if I burnt my pussy I'd have every excuse to prevent her from "eating me" again and I certainly didn't want that.
We did have sex again that day, several times in fact although Gerry said more than several times. According to her I was insatiable asking for it when it wasn't offered and if she still resisted taking her hand, leaning over and putting her fingers in my pussy. I don't recall any of this but she assures me that I did it from the front and sometimes from the rear. I know I was a very happy woman and the day seemed to fly past but unfortunately it had to end sometime and we squeezed in a very quick fuck before she took me to the airport again. In the toilet she teased me by telling me Holley couldn't wait to see me again. I was a little more anxious about the present situation though and told her that I expected to see a nice message in my e-mail as soon as I got home and it had better be "hot".
Gerry waited until the last call for passengers to board the plane and as we kissed I'm sure the hostess waiting to escort the last passengers to the plane must have had a terrific view of Gerry's tongue deep in my mouth and her hand squeezing my tit. Knowing that the hostess had seen everything I did have the grace to blush but she'd said, "that looked lovely, wish it had been me!"
If I hadn't been so shagged after my time with Gerry that would have been a lovely idea and when I took my seat in the plane the hostess came to me saying that there was a spare seat in business class if I'd like to take it. Being somewhat a tease I followed the hostess into the business class area and as I sat I gave her a very nice look down the front of my blouse. I could see by the change in her expression that she'd seen a lot but in all probability she'd like even more. We did exchange phone numbers and I'm waiting to see if I hear from her.
Gerry's promised message was waiting for me when I got home and without any kids around I could read it with my hands between my legs and with my skirt pulled waist high. The excuse being that it was so hot I needed some cool air to my groin but of course you know very well that I had my fingers in there. As I was reading the e-mail the phone alongside the computer rang, it was Gerry who proceeded to tell me what a slut I am and that I'm the best whore (that had to come from Holley, she's the only female that's called me that) she'd ever fucked and it would happen again very soon.
I slept soundly that night with obscene thoughts of being with both Gerry and Holley. Holley of course was the instructor giving both we adult women orders on how to fuck each other. What an exhausting night!!!