Bob held Alice and Alice held Bob. They clung together, not speaking, each wondering where and how far they were willing to go from here.
Bob tenderly strokes Alice's cheek, she could smell herself on his fingers. Taking his hand, she held it to her mouth and tasted herself.
After the longest time they broke contact and sat back in their seats. They both realised together where they were, in the busy gym car park where anybody could have seen them. They looked at one another, neither seeming to want to speak first.
Bob wondered what Alice was thinking, he still found women hard to read. Was just now a one off for her, an itch she needed scratching? If he knew that Alice was wondering how and when she could have Bob's tongue doing wonderful things to her again, he would have had his answer.
"Well," said Alice finally, "I, erm, liked you disrespecting me. I've missed you, Bob, so much. I had no idea the effect you've had on me. You've woken desires in me that I thought I would never feel again. I need you, no, I want you in my life, somehow. I don't know how yet but we can work something out."
"Oh, Alice, I feel the same about you and I've been so miserable this past week or so. When do you think we can properly see each other? We need to talk about Elizabeth and Jo as well."
Alice had been thinking fast. She needed Bob again soon, her tummy was flipping and her juices were flooding. She was about to take such a chance but she didn't really care. "Well, Bob, if you want, my husband, Terry, is playing golf today and won't be back till quite late. Could you come back to mine?"
Normally, Bob would have considered Elizabeth. He has said he'd be a couple of hours. Should he phone with some excuse? Sod it, he thought, no, I'll just get back when I'm ready. Doubt they'll miss me anyway. "I'd love to come, Alice."
They went in her car, she'd drop him back later to pick his up. It wasn't so far to Alice's house, a neat little semi in a pleasant street. She pulled in the drive, grateful for the high hedge separating her house from next door. She fumbled with her keys dropping them in her haste to open her front door. She giggled, the recklessness of her actions exciting her. She stood, opened the door and turning to Bob, kissed him hard, hands twisting through his hair. Bob responded wholeheartedly, mashing his lips on hers. Alice grabbed his lapels and hauled him over the threshold, kicking the door shut.
The kiss was long and deep. Hands roamed each other's bodies. Bob's coat was shrugged off and Alice pulled his shirt from his trousers, her arms encircling his bare chest. The first time she had felt it, she thought. Bob lifted Alice's skirt and held her fleshy mound in one hand while the other dived down the rear of her knickers and kneaded her ample buttocks.
"Come upstairs, Bob." Taking his hand, Alice pulled him upstairs and into the guest bedroom. She threw herself backwards onto the bed, legs wide and dangling over the side. She felt so wanton, so abandoned. "Eat me, Bob, eat me."
Bob looked down at her, at the lust shining in her eyes. He knelt quickly. Raising her skirt, her blue knickers were darkly stained with her juices, her puffy lips clearly delineated. He leant forward, inhaling deeply of her so familiar scents, the tangyness of her wee mixed with her piquant pussy juices. His tongue touched the sopping material, licking along Alice's slit, tasting the saltiness of her fluids. He pulled the gusset wide and gazed at Alice's bare sex, her engorged outer lips glistening, her clitoris poking from its hooded sheath.
Alice felt she'd go mad. She wanted to pull his head onto her, to start licking her, darting his tongue deep, spreading her lips wide and fucking her with his tongue. But she reasoned Bob liked to look, smell and savour her taste first, but she ached for him to start eating her. At last Bob's mouth covered her, sucking her fleshy lips and tasting the abundant juices on them. Her legs closed around his head, her heels on his shoulders, she was wide open to him. She lay back and waited for him to work his magic.
Bob was in his heaven, Alice was back, her tasty pussy under his mouth, her juices trickling down his throat. He lapped the smooth coral pink inner flesh of her, from her bottom to her clitoris, the outer lips giving way on either side of his stiffened tongue. And then down again, teasingly flicking at her anus. Time stood still, Alice's tastes and smell suffused his senses, such musky, fresh feminine scents, and on his tongue so pungent yet flavoursome, so difficult to describe.
Alice locked her fingers in Bob's hair, holding him fast to her. Her breath was coming in short pants. She felt so wantonly wicked, actually in her own home! She opened herself even wider, inviting Bob to thrust his tongue deeper, to lick where he hadn't licked before. A warm feeling deep in her tummy, slow, rhythmic pulses spreading and increasing in strength. Tiny waves increasing to large combers bursting into a tsunami of pleasure as her orgasm crashed through her. She screamed, she shrieked, she flooded. Grinding herself onto Bob's face, Alice held him firmly. She didn't want him to stop eating her, his tongue to withdraw from her liquid gash.
Bob had no thoughts of withdrawing. He felt Alice come over and around him and reasserted his efforts. He loved the feeling that he, Bob, could cause such pleasure in a woman. It was still an entirely novel concept to him that his humble tongue, more used to licking the gussets of soiled knickers could actually engender such uncontrollable orgasms. His lips latched around Alice's clitoris, his tongue flicking this hard little nub of pleasure. Alice rolled screaming straight into another shattering orgasm, her vision blurring. No longer in control of her own body, it bucked and writhed of its own accord, her copiously flooding juices filling to overflowing Bob's mouth. Never before, even in the earliest days of her marriage had she experienced such happiness.
Alice lay there and let Bob do as he wanted, let him have his pleasure as she had hers. His tongue was tireless, laving her ceaselessly, licking her from anus to clit. Orgasms followed one after the other. So many of them, so powerful. She hadn't considered herself capable of having more than one in such a short time. On the rare occasions she came before her husband, he withdrew immediately after his and should he cum first she would be left wanting.
The outside world eventually impinged on her consciousness. She realised that their time together was limited, whilst her husband was not likely to be home for a while yet, she did not want to run the risk that he might be earlier than usual. With a sigh, and very reluctantly, she pushed Bob's face away and beckoned that he come and lay beside her. She tenderly kissed his face, glistening with her juices and tasted herself on him.
"Are you okay, Alice?" Queried Bob, nuzzling her neck.
"Just perfect, Bob. You have a magic tongue and know just what to do with it. Don't you dare leave me, will you?"
"Never, Alice, my love, never." Bob realised the difficulty they would have getting together. He knew Alice was taking an enormous chance in him being here in her home and it couldn't happen often. He wouldn't allow her to risk her marriage. His own position with his wife and daughter was different. If they found out, what could they do? He thought of all the varying scenarios in his mind and realised he didn't care any more. Now they came to mind, he asked Alice what the plan was that she had.
"Well, Bob, it's not really a plan, just an idea, but I do want to be fully involved, not just tell you what to do."
"Okay, Alice, what did you have in mind?" Bob asked kissing her just under her ear while his hand cupped her sex, a finger gently circling over her clitoris.
"Ahhh, Bob, much as I love what you're doing to me, I can't concentrate," gasped Alice squirming, "let me tell you my idea, then you can take me to heaven again."
Alice outlined her plan, drawing lazy circles round Bob's nipples as she did so...
