We lay on the bed for a while, stroking each others' bodies, kissing and exchanging small talk. Alice then sat up and declared, "Well there's a bottle of wine to finish and we'd best get something to eat. After all we need to keep our strength up! I'll see what I can find in the fridge while you take a shower if you like."
My face must have showed my disappointment at the idea of rising from our little love nest, as she added, "Don't worry, we have plenty of time to indulge ourselves, the whole house is ours until the morning!"
We rose from the bed, Alice slipping on her dress (I noticed that she didn't bother putting on her bra or knickers), and me picking up my clothes to make my way to the bathroom. I had no trouble finding where everything was as I'd crashed here many times before after hanging out with Chas for a night, although everything seemed a little different now after effectively losing my virginity to his mother.
It was about this time that what had happened began to sink in. I had never felt such a confused mix of feelings in my life. On the one hand I was in a state of euphoria at finally having "wet my willie" as Chas and I phrased it. On the other I had fleeting bouts of panic that it had happened with my best mates Mum! He'd go fucking ape-shit if, or more likely when, he found out, and that would be the end of our friendship. Then I'd think, well maybe he'd be OK with it, then ponder on the scenario of him shagging my Mum. I know I'd go berserk if I was in his position. But then my parents were still together, so it was different. Or was it?
My mind was seething with all these thoughts as I showered, dried off and slipped on my clothes to make my way downstairs. All doubts were immediately banished however when I entered the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of Alice bent over, reaching for something at the bottom of the fridge. I suspect it as a deliberate act, as she bent at the waist, legs straight, her skirt ridding up to the top of her thighs allowing a tantalising glimpse of just the bottom of her curvy bum with the merest hint of her labia showing between her thighs.
I quietly approached and ran a hand up the back of her thigh, to leave it resting on one beautifully rounded bum cheek. She jumped slightly and let out one of her sexy giggles, but stayed bent over rummaging in the fridge. I then ran my middle finger down between her buttocks, continuing lower until I was gently massaging her semi exposed sex. Her pussy felt a little sticky from our previous love making, but soon it was slick and wet, and I slipped my middle finger in to her, eliciting a low moan. Obviously I was stiff as a board again, and was dying to take her right there in the kitchen.
But she stood up, turning to face me and, as she grabbed my erection through my jeans, said,"Ready to go again already? Well you'll have to wait a little while we get some food. As I said, we need to keep our strength up. There's bread, cheese and lots of other stuff. You get it together on a plate and we'll sit out on the veranda to eat. I'm going to take a shower." We kissed and she let me have another feel of her pussy before she left the kitchen to go upstairs.
I readied the food and made myself comfortable on the veranda. Before too long she came to the veranda, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a cotton robe. It was a warm night so no further clothing was necessary and we ate and chatted almost as though we had not just been upstairs locked in the most passionate of embraces. Almost, because I couldn't help glancing at her cleavage and her exposed thigh where the robe had fallen away and imagining what we might be about to get up to for the rest of the night.
Food finished, Alice said, "Would you clear these away please Dave? I just need to pop upstairs. I'll be back down in a couple of minutes." Again she sidled past me to the door. This time I could not resist copping another feel of her smooth thigh as she passed.
I cleared the plates, washed up the few that we had used and was getting a beer from the fridge when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, along the hallway. Alice appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
It was all I could do to prevent my eyes popping from their sockets. She was wearing a black silk blouse, quite obviously neglecting to put on a bra underneath, as her hard nipples were poking against the thin material. The blouse was tucked in to a black leather skirt, stretched tight around her hips, and short enough to expose just the tops of the sheer black stockings. On her feet was a pair of strappy high heeled sandals, accentuating the curve of her shapely legs. "I haven't worn this get up in ages," she said. "Do I look OK Dave?" she asked, a little nervously I thought.
"I...God, Mrs B you look fantastic! Very sexy! " I gushed. And indeed she did, as she moved toward me with a sexy swagger and breathed, "Good. Right answer young man."
We kissed, deeply and passionately, with her moving me back until my bum was against the edge of the table. I soon had one hand on her breast, squeezing and fondling, marvelling at the feel of it beneath the thin silk. The other hand moved up between her nylon clad legs, until I reached her naked thigh. Stroking and squeezing I moved up further to meet her knickerless pussy beneath her skirt. All this time she had her hand on my throbbing erection through my jeans, until eventually she managed to undo my flies and let it spring free. She lowered herself to her knees, pushed my jeans to the floor and grasped the shaft of my cock in her hand. She gently stoked it for a few moments, staring at it as if hypnotised, then looked up at me as she licked just the very tip with her tongue. I was feeling hypnotised myself as she opened her lips, moved her head forward and engulfed the tip of my cock in her mouth.
