Mature Man & Maiden Maureen

Mature Man & Maiden Maureen, Ch. 24

A romantic, love affair with my deceased fiancée, Maureen, reincarnated as Kate.

Continued from Chapter 23: Mature Man & Maiden Maureen

I followed her home and helped with her bundles. It was weirdly insightful seeing what she bought at the grocery store on a weekly basis. She bought many of the same grocery items that I bought.

If she moved in with me, with her no longer needing to pay monthly rent, jumping way ahead of myself, nevertheless, I couldn't help but think of the money she'd save if we lived together. We were both ripe for a love relationship. No longer nervous talking to her, she was easy to know. As if we already were boyfriend and girlfriend, half the battle, something not easy to do, we already made an immediate, romantic connection.

"Well, everything is put away," I said stuffing the last box of rice in her kitchen cabinet.

She turned to me and smiled.

"Thank you," she said leaning to me to kiss me on the cheek. "Just let me change my clothes and powder my nose," she said disappearing in her bedroom and closing her bedroom door behind her before disappearing in her bathroom.

Surprised that she kissed me, albeit on the cheek, I was tempted to quickly turn my head and kiss her on the lips. Yet, moving too fast, nevertheless, missing my opportunity to kiss her, I wished that I had turned my head and kissed her on her mouth. Again, I didn't want to rush her, especially if she really wasn't Maureen reincarnated as Katherine Maureen. Taking it slower, with me already in her house, this potential love affair was already on the fast track. Filled with sexual anticipation, I was eager to see how far this would go.

Having changed her from a Yankees and Jets fan, she replaced her Red Sox, baseball cap and her Tom Brady jersey when she emerged from her bedroom wearing a button blouse and a short skirt. She had fixed her hair, redid her makeup, and wore perfume. Now, she looked more like a sexy woman than she did a sports fan on her way to a baseball or a football game. I liked the look.

She smelled good. She smelled clean and fresh. She smelled as if she had just emerged from the shower. Filled with sexual anticipation, I couldn't wait for her to follow me home.

Something that sexually excited me to do, I couldn't wait to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. I couldn't wait to unbutton her blouse and remove it before unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt and removing that, too. Hoping that it would come to that, I couldn't wait to see Kate in her bra and panties. I couldn't wait to see her topless. I couldn't wait to see her naked.

Something that I could only imagine, I couldn't help but imagine her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. In the way that I had done with Maureen, Colleen, Gwen, and Carol, now one of my favorite things to do, after striping her naked, I imagined taking a shower with her. I imagined pressing my naked body up against her naked body. I imagined gently pushing her up against the shower wall. I imagined making out with her while making love to her.

"Are you ready to see my messy house," I asked with a laugh?

She laughed, too.

"Lead the way," she said.

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Mature Man & Maiden Maureen, Chapter 24:

Continuing where he sexually left off with Maureen, Mark and Kate have marathon sex.

We both got back in our cars and she followed me home. Figuring that I'd rather eat in with her than eat out, debating if I should order pizza or Chinese food, hoping she liked Chinese food, I ordered Chinese takeout as I drove to my house. The timing of the delivery surprised her, when it arrived only a few minutes after I gave her a tour of my house. Stranger than the feeling that I received when her fingers touched my hand, and even stranger than the familiar sense that I felt when I first looked in her eyes, was when she met Missy for the first time.

'Oh, my God,' I thought while watching Missy's reaction to meeting Kate for the first time.

That was quite the sight to see. I wished I had recorded her reaction and sent it to America's Funniest Home Videos. Kate received a better greeting from Missy than I ever received from her when coming home. Oddly enough, I never would have believed it had I not seen it, but Missy greeted her in the way that she greeted Maureen.

In the way that Missy reacted when meeting Kate was conclusive proof that she was, indeed, Maureen reincarnated. Never had this dog been as excited as she was now. Even though Polo excitedly greeted her too, the hyper Rat terrier that he always is, he was docile in comparison to Missy's greeting her pack leader.

Other than Maureen, never has Missy greeted anyone in that way. She was wildly crazy. As if she had missed her after not seeing her in a long time, she let out this big, unearthly howl. Happy to see Maureen, no doubt, even if she was reincarnated as Kate, especially if she was reincarnated as Kate, Missy's howl scared me, it was so loud. In the way that I suspected who Kate was, Missy knew who she was. As far as that dog was concerned, and as far as I was now concerned, she was Maureen.

In the way that she ran to her, at first, I thought she was going to attack her. Before I could react and come to her rescue, something she never did with anyone before, she jumped up on her and put her big paws on her shoulders. Holding her in place with her big paws, she licked her face while whining. Who said dogs are dumb?

I wished I could have licked Kate's face in that way. Missy's tail wagged faster than I've ever seen her tail wag before. I thought her tail was going to launch itself from her big body and fly across the room. From that time and every time thereafter, that dog was with her. She never left her side. Animals know and just as I suspected she was, she knew that Kate was Maureen, too.

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We ate our lunch, talked, and laughed, while sharing a bottle of wine out on the back porch, and watching the dogs play in the fenced-in backyard. Talking about everything and laughing over nothing, we discussed our entire lives in a matter of a few hours. If I closed my eyes, sitting there with her felt as if I was sitting with Maureen and drinking our wine in the way we used to drink our coffee while watching the dogs play.

Finally feeling at peace with her unknowingly helping me to grieve over Maureen, being with her felt free, easy, and right. Being with Kate allowed me to forget Maureen, perhaps, because, she was my decease fiancée, reincarnated. I felt as if I've known her much longer than a day. Then, making my move, when she stood to look out at the dogs, sensing the time was right, I stood beside her. When she turned to look at me, I looked in her eyes, took her in my arms, and kissed her.

Our first kiss, it was a light but meaningful kiss. A kiss without tongues that quickly became more passionate. With her the same height and having the same shapely body as Maureen, I felt as if I was kissing the lost love of my life, again. Then, when I parted her lips, she opened her mouth and surrendered her tongue to me. Our first French kiss, a sure sign that she liked me as much as I like her, with us having an instant, sexual connection, we made out as if we were horny teenagers.

Strangely enough, all the other times I made out with a woman, even with Maureen, one of my favorite, sexual things to do, I couldn't wait to feel her breasts and cup her ass in my horny hands through her clothes. Only this time, maybe, because she was older, and closer to my age, I was more respectfully reserved and patient. Strange that I'd admit this after having had so much sex with Maureen, Colleen, Gwen, and Carol, I was more sexually excited with Kate's kiss than I was by the sexual anticipation of touching and feeling her body.

That's not to say that I rejected her body and didn't want to touch her, feel her, and caress every fold of her beautiful skin, I wanted to do all of that and more. Yet, this time, taking things slower, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, I controlled myself. This time, I wanted to take my time and enjoy the moment with her in my arms. This time, knowing in advance that she was the one, and fortunate enough to do this all over again, I wanted to savor the memory of our first kiss and our first touch.

Making a new memory, I wanted the first kiss, the first touch, and the first feel of her beautiful body permanently etched in my mind. Only, seemingly, with her unable to control her wild side, she sexually surprised me. She had something else in mind. In the way that Colleen kept her hand in contact with my naked prick the first time that I met her, when I carried her from the front door to my bedroom, Kate made her sexually forward move first.

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As if she was the man and I was the woman, she surprised me when she reached down and felt my bulge through my pants. It wasn't until she touched and felt my erect penis through my jeans first that I explored her body through her clothes while making out with her. First, I felt her shapely ass by slowly, sliding my horny hand down and moving my hand along the backside of her short skirt while kissing her. Then, sexually enjoying what I felt, I squeezed her firm, round ass again, through her clothes.

Not stopping there, with my tongue buried in her mouth, I reached my horny hand up and felt and gently squeezed her breast through her blouse and bra. I fondled one big tit before fondling her other big tit. A good sign, she didn't stop me from touching her and feeling her in that sexual way. She was as sexually aroused by my kisses, touches, and feels as much as I was sexually excited by her kisses, touches, and feels. Then, when I slid my palm across her breasts, her nipples fully erected.

'She has big nipples,' I thought. 'I love a woman who not only has big breasts but also who have big nipples, too.'

As if it belonged there, her hand felt good on my cock, even if it was only through my jeans. She had this neat way of feeling the length of me, while grabbing me, as if she was a blind woman feeling an erect prick for the first time. Seeming, she enjoyed exploring the length and the girth of my erect penis. Driving me wild and making me horny, she fingered the head of my cock with her long, manicured fingertips.

Then, when I reached my horny hand beneath her short skirt and between her long and shapely legs, and cupped her pussy through her panties, she gasped. When I tickled her panty clad pussy with my fingertips, the passion of her kisses increased as I slowly slid my fingers along her pussy slit while applying a little pressure against her clit through her panties. Again, one of my favorite, sexual things to do, it felt unbelievably wonderful to touch and feel her through our clothes while making out with her.

In the way that Maureen did with Colleen, her best friend, in the way that I did with her sister, Gwen, and in the way that I did with her mother, Carol, I couldn't wait to take my time slowly, undressing her. Again, filled with sexual anticipation, I couldn't wait to remove her clothes. I couldn't wait to see Kate in her bra and panties. I couldn't wait to see her topless. I couldn't wait to see her naked.

Not stopping with just stripping her naked, I couldn't wait to be naked with her. I couldn't wait to have sex with her. I couldn't wait to make love to her. I couldn't wait to fuck her. I couldn't wait to make her my woman for the rest of my life.

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"Where's your bedroom," she asked, again surprising me by her sexual forwardness?

With her seemingly, as eager to have sex with me as much as I was eager to have sex with her, she sexually seduced me in the way that I usually, sexually seduce women.

"It's been a while since I've made love," she said again surprising me by her sexual anticipation and forwardness.

Kate wanted to make love. She wanted to have sexual intercourse with me. Instead of Kate saying that, her possibly being the re-embodiment of Maureen, I imagined my deceased fiancée saying that.

"I really need to get laid," she said whispering and laughing in my ear. "I need you to fuck me," she said talking dirty to me while making sure that I understood her meaning.

Again, as if I was about to have sexual intercourse with and fuck Maureen instead of Kate, I imagined my old lover saying that instead of my new lover saying that. Especially with the promise of dirty talk, another thing that she had in common with Maureen, our first time together was not only special but also too easy. It all seemed so right. Someone who looked like her could have anyone. Yet, she had chosen to sexually be with me.

Obviously, she wanted to make love to me as much as I wanted to make love with her. If this was Maureen reincarnated as Kate, to be honest, I was glad that she looked more like a mature forty-something-year-old woman than an immature 25-year-old woman. With her not telling me how old she was, nor would I dare ask, I figured she was in her mid-forties.

Had she dyed her hair back to her natural, blonde color, she'd looked like she was in her thirties, especially when the light was right. When she still looked this good right now, I could see why she was hired to model back then. With everyone looking better when they're younger, I could only imagine how stunning she must have looked when she was in her early twenties.

"Follow me," I said taking her by her hand as if I was the spider taking her to my web.

Glad that I had made my bed, I kicked my dirty socks under the bed as I walked by them. Just as it was magical kissing her standing up, it was even more, sexually exciting kissing while lying next to her. With my erotic excitement increasing with every feel of her shapely body and with every long, wet kiss, I continued making out with her. I touched, felt, and fondled her everywhere through her clothes and she did the same to me.

'I'm about to see Kate naked. I can't wait to see her without her clothes,' I thought.

Yet, not in a rush to see her naked, taking my time touching her and feeling her, even though I loved feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra, nonetheless, I couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panties. Again, sexually anticipating the sight of her naked breasts, I couldn't wait to see her topless. I couldn't wait to see, touch, feel, and fondle her big, naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. Continually telling myself to slow down, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, nonetheless, again, I couldn't wait to see her naked.

I wanted the memory of our first time together to be something special and that I'd remember for the rest of my life. I didn't want the memory to be a ruined blur because I was too horny and too hot for her to enjoy the moment. Nonetheless, even though I wanted to take my sweet time with foreplay, I couldn't help myself from feeling her through her clothes while undressing her.

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Button by slow button, I unbuttoned her blouse in between long, wet kisses and loving touches. My horny hands were all over her breasts while feeling her big tits through her D cup bra. I imagined that her breasts were as shapely as Maureen's double, D cup breasts, Colleen's surgically enhanced, D cup breasts, Gwen's double D cup breasts, and Carol's double, D cup breasts. I was sure that the imagined shape of Kate's naked breasts would remind me of Maureen's huge, shapely breasts.

Then, sexually shocking me, not sharing my desire to enjoy the moment and make this our lasting memory by not undressing her too fast, she stood, unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed her short skirt. Then, she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and removed that too. Slow down I wanted to tell her, but too sexually excited by the mere sight of seeing her in her bra and panties, I enjoyed the impromptu, striptease show that she gave me of her beautiful body. As good as she looked with her clothes, she looked even better without her clothes.

Clearly, she wanted me to see her in her sexy lingerie before seeing her naked as much as I wanted to see her in her sexy lingerie before seeing her naked. She wanted me to see her without her clothes as much as I wanted to see her without her clothes. Moreover, she wanted to see me without my clothes as much as I wanted her to see me without my clothes. She wanted to see me naked as much as I wanted her to see me naked. With us both on the same, sexual page, she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her.

Now, with her adorned in my favorite woman's outfit of choice, even better than seeing her naked, seeing her standing before me in her sexy, low-cut bra and white, sheer, bikini panties was a sight to behold. No longer able to take my time before having sex, I stood to remove my pants. Again, sexually surprising me, she stopped me. In the way that I had wanted to do to her before she removed her clothes herself, she reached her hands out, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down my zipper.

"Allow me," she said.

She laughed while pushing my pants down to my knees. She stared at my erect prick that tented my underwear in the way that I stared at her big breasts behind her sexy brassiere. She seemed to be as sexually arouse seeing me in my underwear as much as I was sexually excited seeing her in her sexy lingerie.

With me wanting to take my sweet time with her, making me feel that I was her boytoy, she was in a rush to strip me naked. Then, pressing her hands against my muscular chest, she pushed me back on my bed with a laugh. As if I was the woman and she was the man, she removed my shoes, my socks, and pulled off my jeans. Next she unbuttoned my shirt and removed that along with my tee shirt. Clearly, she wanted to strip me naked as much as I wanted to strip her naked.

She made me feel as if she was an emergency room nurse and I was an accident victim needing to be prepped for the doctors examination and emergency surgery. Now, with me just in my briefs and her in her bra and panty, we resumed making out. Only this time, with both of us in our underwear, we had more access to one another's bodies. She touched and felt my chest and my underwear clad ass and penis as much as I touched and felt her bra clad breasts and underwear clad ass and pussy.

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Again, as if she was the man and I was the woman, she continued her sexual assault of my nearly, naked body. She stuck her hand down my underwear and grabbed my naked cock, while I felt her breasts and fingered her erect nipples through her bra. Then, when she pushed my briefs down and pulled out my cock, she slowly stroked me to a harder erection while staring down at my naked prick. Sexually exciting me even more than I was before, she wanted to see my naked prick as much as I wanted to show her my naked prick.

Not typical of me, with me seemingly starstruck, I had fallen behind in my sexual exploration of her beautiful, bra and panty clad body. Following her lead, finally, I stuck my horny hand down her panty and cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand. Then, parting her pussy lips with my finger, sexually exploring her, I felt her warm wetness.

She was already very wet. No doubt, by the passion of her kisses and in the way she so quickly stripped off my clothes but for my briefs, indeed, again, she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. Now eager to return the favor, I couldn't wait to strip her naked, too. I couldn't wait to mount her and make love to her.

My only issue was wrapping my head around all of that's unexpectedly happened so quickly. Having just met her at the supermarket, believing her to be Maureen's reincarnated soul living in Kate's body, here I am in bed with, yet, another woman. Never have I sexually been with as many women in such a short time. First Maureen, then, Colleen and Gwen, finally, Carol, and now Kate. Never have I bedded a woman as fast, not even Maureen.