Of all the positions in the sexual world, there is nothing so loving or comforting as lowering myself onto a woman who is holding out her arms for me. We all have our favorites, and missionary is only one of mine, but that moment felt just right.
Just to review the situation, I was kneeling between the legs of my young neighbor Amanda. Her mother had basically driven her out of the house by bringing random men over during the COVID-19 crisis, breaking all the rules of social distancing. Amanda ended up on a bench in front of my condo sitting in the rain. When I went out to see who it was, I ended up inviting her in to weather the storm. My late wife Grace had always welcomed her into our home, and I felt I could do no less. A few hours later though, I was caught admiring her body and instead of being mad, Amanda admitted she liked it. One thing led to another--an amazing blowjob by the sliding glass doors, and then a powerfully erotic striptease (by her!) that led to me feasting on her pussy through two hard orgasms.
Now that Amanda had recovered a little bit, she was ready for more. Even as I lowered myself onto her, though, the back of my mind was churning up conflicting thoughts. What kind of dirty old man takes in a young woman who needs help and then fucks her? God, she looked amazing with her thighs relaxed and her pussy open and slick with desire! Was she going to regret this when the moment passed? Should I be worried about protection?
None of those thoughts was strong enough to penetrate the surge of lust that was driving me forward. Amanda's body's beckoned me. The bedside lamp gilded the prominent curves on one side--the sharp line of her jaw, the light fuzz on her arm, the side of her breast, her slim hip, and the firm muscle of her thigh as it relaxed outward. The glimmer in her shadowed eyes and the expectant smile on her parted lips were the crown jewels of her beauty, and I could barely breathe. How was this happening?
My hands ran down Amanda's thighs from her knees to the juncture of her hips. Then I eased them forward along her sides, coming to rest next to her shoulders. My weight rested on my elbows and my cock lay snugly along the line of her pussy as I kissed her soft lips and felt her arms wrap around my shoulders. With a lift of my hips, my cock fell into position and I slid into her just enough to feel the volcanic heat and tight clasp of her pussy for the first time. I pulled back to make sure she was comfortable and then eased myself fully inside her in one long stroke. Our lips, still locked together, vibrated as we groaned simultaneously.
Amanda's head fell back onto the pillow with a muffled thump, breaking our kiss.
"Oh my fucking God that feels so good!" she said, her eyes closing in pleasure.
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I let my lips fall onto her collarbone and nibbled there as my hips began to move of their own accord. With slow, full strokes I pulled back until I was just inside her and then buried myself once again. Amanda's hands came up to hold my shoulders and she lay there blissfully content, letting me set the pace. Each time I bottomed out against her cervix, her hips pushed up a little in response, urging me just a tiny bit deeper before falling back and letting me go. The toned muscles of her thighs gripped my hips, and I could feel her belly rise against me only to fall when she exhaled at the very deepest point of our connection.
For a measureless time, we moved like that together. Almost in slow motion, my cock filled her and then retreated, filled her and then retreated in a cycle as endless as the tides. At some point, though, the thought flashed across my mind that I wanted to see her body. After all, I was a grown man wrapped in the arms of a woman barely in her twenties!
To change things up, I kissed Amanda's chin and then levered myself a little more upright. Her eyes opened and she watched me trustingly as I rearranged myself. Rising to my knees again, I kept my cock buried in her silky slick pussy and pulled her up onto me. Her legs went easily around my back and I felt her ankles cross to hold herself there. Her firm ass was pinned between my thighs, leaving my hands free to roam.
As I began to rock into her again, I caressed her stomach, her waist, and all of the achingly beautiful young skin that I could reach. With just a slight lean, I was able to reach her breasts and my fingertips lingered there, stroking circles around them before coming together to tweak her already tight nipples. The first time I did that, a gasp broke from Amanda's lips. When I stopped and moved my hands lower, her own came up to take their place and she toyed with her own breasts, squeezing and pinching herself languidly. I've always loved that, and I watched happily as she pleasured herself.
Meanwhile, my own hands went back to work on parts that were closer to me. I let one skim up and down her supple thigh in time to my thrusts. The other slid itself palm-down around her belly for a while and then crossed the invisible border to approach her mound. I left it there and kept firm pressure on her as my thumb strayed lower toward the top of her pussy. Her eyes widened when I nudged the hood of her clit, and her head fell back again.
Each time I buried myself inside her, I stroked her thigh and bumped firmly against her most sensitive spot. After a few repetitions, she began to gasp a little bit each time I touched her there and I knew she was climbing a peak of pleasure. I started to move a little faster then, pumping my cock into her more firmly and rubbing a little more quickly to help her get off. My eyes flicked from her rapturous expression to her hands still working on her breasts. Once again, I saw a deep flush begin at her cleavage and begin to climb so I moved my hand a little lower and left my thumb next to her clit, making tiny circles now to rock it back and forth. My other hand stopped stroking her thigh and stayed at the bottom. My fingertips traced the firm curve of her labia as they parted fully to let my cock inside her.
