She breathed, "Oh God." It was quiet and soft. We had to be quiet. My wife and the other girls were just upstairs.
I pushed into her. It was building; she and I. I broke away from her deep sultry eyes to look at the hilt of my loins thrusting into her softness. She was bald down there. She had stunning symmetry; a perfect belly button to compliment a flat tummy and her perfect, perky tits.
She was lost in the moment. She nuzzled into my neck and breathed hard. She was about to cum. I was holding back. I was 23 years her senior. The tight walls of her delicately ribbed vagina sucked at my throbbing cock. She swung her shapely, petite foot around my waist and dug her soft heel into my ass as I pumped my cock inside of her. I stared down at her chiseled features and flowing dark hair.
She lightly stroked my back with the tips of her fingernails, then dug her fingers into me. "Oh! Oh! Oh my God!" she pleaded in my ear, thrusting her hips and pulling me into her. "I'm cuming. Oh God," she whispered.
I pumped her pussy hard. "Push honey." She gasped. For a moment I was scared shitless we would wake the whole house. She couch creaked beneath us as I rode her orgasm. She closed her big, beautiful eyes and bit her lower lip, drawing her fingers across her belly. I ran my fingers through her hair, gently pulling.
I thrusted into her. Faster. Then, pulling my cock from her, I shot a healthy white load on her tummy. She instinctively grabbed my cock and started pumping it. I arched my back and let her take hold of my rock hard dick as I shot another load right between her tits; then another. She writhed beneath me, fingering her freshly fucked pussy.
When I shot all I was going to shoot, I collapsed on top of her. Our faces were close and we giggled. We were being so bad. She stared at me and confessed, "I'm glad we did it."
I kissed her mouth. She gently slipped her tongue into mine and we kissed deeply for several minutes. We were both lost. It didn't matter. These were the fleeting moments that make life worth living.
She looked so incredible laying there in her nakedness. The moon had shifted over the backyard. It's reflection beamed through the sliding glass door and over her body. Through the dappled light of the blinds, her shape was revealed. She just laid there happily soiled in my cum. I rose above her and she studied me. This was more than just fucking. I really cared about her; too much to let this go on any longer.
Our sex was the culmination of a long time affinity; our inevitable act and, at the same time, the last time we would make love. It was the beautiful end of a short story of bliss, daring and rediscovery. I had to let her go.
Étiennette (pronounced "e-ti-ann-e") came into my life years earlier. She was just one of the girls who came around when my daughter started having friends over. The girls called her "Etty," for short. She was always cute. Of Mexican-French pedigree, she drew the perfect features from both lineages. For years, I never paid much attention to her other than innocently taunting her cute and playful nature. We always had an easy going household where the girls were free to come and go.
As the years drew on, perceptions changed. Now a young woman, her slight, feminine shoulders, dark eyes and perfect nose had me taking notice. I love the aesthetic of beautiful women. She was growing into one. I began to fantasize. The drivel of a sexless marriage would make any man feel as such. I figured that, as long as they were thoughts, everything was okay.
Before long, the easy talk and joking turned into not so veiled excuses to hang around. By now, my daughter and her friends were closing in on majority age. My daughter took notice of my growing affinity for Étiennette. My daughter and I had an incredibly open dialogue. "Jeez, Dad," she peered at me, "why don't you just fuck her on table!"
The half-joking, half-alarming invitation had me verbally denying any desire to do so. Secretly, my fantasies would never tolerate such abstinence. Any middle-aged guy would feel the same way, being cornered between the "outing" of obvious desires and that remote hope that, maybe, it might come true. In any event, my daughter never took measures to prevent what was quietly brewing. I think she was entertained by the idea and also sympathetic to my marital plight.
My office overlooked the backyard. We always had a real open policy about clothes, nudity and general fun. My daughter grew up running around uninhibited. She was fine to lay out "au natural" with the simple direction that I don't gawk if she and friends partake.
Coming home, I charged up to my den to get a few emails answered. Cracking the blinds for some light, I noticed two bronze bodies below; both topless and with their bikini bottoms yanked perilously low. Neither knew that I was home. They rolled in the sun, reflecting their oiled skin.
Étiennette's breasts were immaculate. Her areolae were somewhere between the size of a quarter and silver dollar. The tone of them blended into her tanned, perky tits. The lines of her torso descended a tight stomach and down through her hips to her partially exposed pubic region. For a moment, she slipped a finger into her bikini bottom, gently rubbing and returning her hand to the top of her thigh.
I was frozen. Then, I picked up my cell and called my daughter's. "Hi hon," I started, "I'll be home in a few minutes. Is everything okay?"
My daughter responded in an annoyed tone. "Of course everything's okay. How long before you're here?"
I stumbled over my thoughts. "Two minutes. I'm right down the street." I could hear in the background Étiennette asking if it was me. My daughter responded in the affirmative which sent Étiennette hollering a loud, enthusiastic "hello" from behind.
Hanging up, I raced downstairs to fake my entry. Slamming a door, I marched in. Having spied, I knew I had to hurry as the two girls were fairly well buttoned up before the phone call ended.
"Hi!" I belted as I marched through the downstairs. The two girls milled gingerly around the refrigerator, sipping freezing water. "Oh wow," I queried, "you two were laying out?" Étiennette nodded up and down, with a mouth full of water, and invitingly flared her enormous eyes at me. I grinned in her direction.
Gulping the mouthful, Étiennette offered, "Golly, that was a lot to swallow. I don't normally have a problem swallowing." A mischievous grin spread across her face accompanying the off-hand innuendo. I noticed my daughter's eyes light up like a crazed parrot as she pursed her lips.
"I'm going to jump in the shower," daughter offered. "Just hang out here with my dad for a few and don't do anything crazy."
