Chapter 3: Pam
Veronica called me the following morning. She told me that Marisol was effusive in her praise, and that she looked forward to getting together again soon. I, of course, had no problem with that proposition. But there was still one thing that I had to discuss with her.
"Did she enjoy having her pussy eaten?" I asked, already knowing the answer but for some reason feeling the need to be validated.
"Of course, who doesn't enjoy receiving oral sex?" she responded. "Especially when it lasts long enough to get the job done?"
"Good point. Was it really the first time for her?"
"Yes, can you imagine? Fifty-six years old and never been licked before."
"You know, she is a very sexy woman. Beautiful, enthusiastic..... why is she still single?" I asked, drifting off-topic.
"She was in love with her husband. They were married for nearly 40 years. He took very good care of her, even if he was less than creative in the bedroom. But they were happy together, faithful to one another, and she still considers him to be her husband. Before he died he arranged his financial affairs very well. The house she lives in is fully paid off. So is her car. She has sufficient income and assets to live a comfortable, but not extravagant lifestyle for the rest of her life. She cannot imagine sharing her home or her life with another man now.
"But there is one need that has not been taken care of. Until yesterday, that is. I suppose I put this in motion about six months ago. I am happy that I was able to work it out for her. That we were able to work it out for her, I should say."
"I am too. So when does she want to get together again?"
"Soon. Next week maybe."
"She is a beautiful, classy lady. I love her lush, soft body. But there is one small thing...."
"Yes?"
"Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed everything about her...."
"Stop beating around the bush. Just say it."
"You just said it for me."
"Excuse me? You lost me."
"The bush. She has the biggest, thickest bush I have ever been in. I was afraid of getting lost in there."
"I see. I didn't really notice. From where I was sitting on the other side of the dresser, I could not see her chocha."
"I will happily make love to her again, but I might not spend as much time licking her pussy if I have to keep hacking my way through that bush every time."
"I'll see what I can do," she promised.
* * *
Later that day my wife called excitedly to tell me that due to another coworker's "family leave," she was able to pick up an additional shift. The downside of this news was that she would be working every other Saturday, from 9 am to 3 pm, starting the following day. '
Oh well, at least we don't have plans for Saturday,'
I thought to myself.
On Saturday morning at about 9:30 am I walked to the mailbox to place a letter for pickup. It was a quiet morning, there was no traffic on the street and no one walking on the sidewalk. While standing on the curb next to the mailbox, I peered around the corner toward Marisol's house. The sun was so bright that morning that from a block away I could easily make out her form in her front yard. She was bent over, and appeared to be attaching a garden hose to a sprinkler. My mind went to work immediately.
I went into the house, grabbed a leash, attached it to the dog's collar, and set out toward Marisol's house. I got to her yard just as the water began to spray from the sprinkler. I walked to the side of the house and found her standing there, wiping her hands with an old towel. I greeted her with a quick kiss on the cheek. She quickly ushered me and the dog through her side gate. She motioned me toward the sliding glass door in the back of her house. I tied the dog up under a tree and followed her into the house.
Unlike the last time I saw her, she was dressed very casually today. She wore a loose-fitting pair of knee-length light blue and pale yellow plaid shorts that made her ass look absolutely huge. She also wore a light blue polo shirt that was already showing some perspiration in the middle of her back, and which fought valiantly to contain her DD sized boobs. She had a yellow visor on her head, and yellow sandals to complete her look. She wore no make-up, and her hair was tied in a ponytail beneath the visor. She had a light misting of perspiration on her forehead.
She stopped in the kitchen to get us both a glass of ice water, and then motioned for me to sit at the counter. She asked if I wanted a cafecita, and before I could say 'no' turned to the stove and started making some Cuban coffee. In my broken Spanish I explained to her that I was very happy to see her, and that I had an hour or so before I had to return home. She spooned nearly half a cup of sugar into a small pitcher, and then poured some of the dark, strong coffee over it. She stirred vigorously until the sugar had become a rich brown foam, which she poured back into the coffee. She poured us each a small cup, and then handed one to me and indicated the sugar bowl on the counter. I tasted the strong, syrupy liquid and told her it was sweet enough. I quickly downed the coffee, and watched as she finished hers. I took a long drink of my ice water, and then stood up.
She led me through her house to her bedroom. Along the way I noted that the house was immaculate. The furnishings were upscale, although dated. With the exception of a wall-mounted television, everything in the house looked ten or twenty years old. The decor was tasteful and refined, but not ostentatious. Pictures of her and her husband decorated the walls.
Once in the bedroom she quickly fell into my arms. We kissed passionately, pressing our bodies together as the lust began to swell. Remembering last time we were together, I started undressing her-- taking off her shirt first and then her shorts. Her lingerie was also casual – a white bra and white panties. Not quite "granny panties," but not particularly sexy either. Nonetheless, the sight of her lush body glistening in the morning sunlight caused my groin to respond favorably. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, letting it to fall the floor. I bent over, lifted a heavy breast to my mouth, and started sucking on her thick nipple. She started moaning immediately, and then pushed my head to the other breast. I released the right nipple and then took the left into my mouth. I gently closed my teeth around her nub, and sucked even harder on that one. Her moaning intensified. She held her breast with both hands, feeding me her chewy flesh. With both of my hands free I caressed the sides of her warm, soft torso, letting my hands fall to her waist. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them downward, letting them fall to her feet. I continued sucking her nipple and caressing her soft flesh, working my hand to her crotch. That is when she surprised me. Instead of finding her thick bush, I instead found a clean, smooth mound.
Thank you, Vero,
I thought to myself. It was my turn to moan as my fingers parted her folds, searching for her clit. Opening her lips, I found her to be leaking fluids already.
She backed herself to the bed, sat on the edge, and then laid back with her legs hanging over the edge. I stopped to admire the smooth, plump pussy inviting me to feast. Her pink inner lips were extending slightly from the fat folds. She was completely smooth, with no hint of stubble or razor burn. I guessed that she must have waxed it for me. I was determined to repay the effort.
I undressed rather quickly. I took a pillow off her bed, put it on the floor in front of her, and then kneeled on the pillow. I was face-to-face, so to speak, with that marvelously sweet pussy. She opened her thick thighs to accommodate me, resting them heavily on my shoulders. I leaned in and started licking enthusiastically.
