Midlife Glitch (May/December Romances Book 1) (5 page)

"Do you mean that?"

She lifted her head and looked at me intently for a moment. "No, I guess I don't. I was just channeling my vagina for a second there."

"So your vagina is falling in love with me?"

She giggled and nodded.

I kissed her on the nose. "My wiener feels the same way."

She hesitated for a moment. “No, I mean, seriously. You’re amazing.”

I felt a surge of pride go through me. It was literally intoxicating to hear this gorgeous, young woman praising me as a lover. My head spun a little, probably from the swelling. But as much as I wanted to revel in it, I needed bring her back to reality.

“I’m not, you know. I’m not, I guess, anything special. At least not in bed.”

“My vagina disagrees.”

I laughed. “You’ll see. You know what makes it good?”

She shook her head. “Your wiener?”

“No, just letting go. I know that sounds weird. Zen or something –“

“Zen?”

“That’s what we called it in the seventies. I think you kids, these days, say
mindful
. Anyway, that’s why you’re enjoying it with me. It’s not my wiener, but it’s because, well, you’re not trying to impress me. You’re just you, taking it as it comes, not worrying about what’s I’ll think of you. In the moment, you know.”

She paused, thinking about it. “Maybe,” she replied thoughtfully.

“It’s harder if you’re worried they’ll talk about you or whatever.”

Ashley chuckled ruefully. “Trent told everyone about us, like right after it happened.”

I nodded. “It gets even harder when you really like someone, and you get so worried about what they’ll think about you. The first time Joanne and I….”

I trailed off. It was bad enough I was cheating on the woman I loved, it felt even worse to be talking about her in our bed. Sharing intimate secrets. I cut the story short as I could.

“…. It was a disaster. I was so trying to impress her. And her me. Anyway, you get the idea.”

She nodded, but then a lewd smile crossed her face. “I still think your wiener has something to do with it.”

She punctuated the point by dropping back under the covers and again sucking my prick into her hot, welcoming mouth. But this time I was done. I coaxed her back up and pulled her into an embrace, gently caressing her long, golden hair until she feel asleep in my arms.

I woke up early; forgot the fucking blinds again. I got up and shut them to let Ashley sleep, and then went downstairs for breakfast and the Sunday paper.

I had read most of it and was on the crosswords when Ashley appeared around 11:00am. She'd showered and was wearing Joanne's bathrobe. It occurred to me I'd need to do a lot of cleaning up to hide evidence of our affair. The bed surely reeked of sweat and sex. But I didn't have much time to contemplate that further.

"Do you like it?" She asked coyly as she let the robe slip open.

She had shaved off her trimmed, natural blond muff and was now completely bare. In a way, that seemed like messing with perfection, but I couldn't really argue with the result. Part of it was that I'd never seen a shaved pussy in person before. I'm old enough that the full bush was the norm when I was young, and over the years, Joanne had taken to trimming, but never come close to being fully shaved. As much as I wanted to let her know that she didn’t have to act like a porn girl to please a man, I was delighted that it was there to give her the inspiration.

She approached me and stood there frankly, her beautiful, tight, little pussy staring me in the face.

"God, you look good enough to eat," I groaned lasciviously.

She grinned. "Just the reaction I was hoping for."

I grabbed her by the waist and placed her on the breakfast table. She spread her legs wide. I sat back down, pulled the chair close, and buried my face in her snatch. She was already very wet.

"Have you been playing with yourself, you naughty girl?"

"Mmmm, yeah, I couldn't help it, thinking about what you'd do to me."

I spread her labia and sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped and bucked her hips. I'd had pancakes, and in an impulsive moment I grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and poured a generous helping all over her pussy. I lapped at her, relishing the mix of flavors and textures. I looked up to see her, eyes closed, her head flailing from side to side as she pinched her own nipples in passion.

Some of the syrup dripped down toward her tiny, puckered asshole. I'd never eaten ass, but I went for it without hesitation, licking her anus. She went rigid for a second and then shuddered as if taken with a chill.

"Oooooh, that's so dirty," she moaned.

I pressed the tip of my tongue into her butt.

"Sooooo dirrrty," she growled, her voice dropping an octave, as she bucked up and down, coming hard, her pussy and ass both pulsing visibly.

That was too much for me. I stood up, knocking my chair out from under me and tore my sweatpants off. I buried my cock into her pussy in one savage thrust and came almost immediately.

I felt lightheaded and collapsed cross-legged onto the floor. She lay on the table, panting, absent-mindedly rubbing her pussy as I looked up at her. She finally sat up and rolled off the table onto the floor beside me with catlike grace. She fixed me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes.

For a while, neither of us spoke. I'm not sure what she was thinking, but I was thinking that I'd like to somehow bottle this moment and have it always close at hand. This girl, this inexperienced little wisp of a girl, was giving me the most intense sexual experience of my life. I wanted to thank her, to tell her that she'd made me feel young again, that I'd always cherish her, never forget her or our time together. But I couldn't get any of that out.

Instead, I cleared my throat and said, "What would you like for breakfast?"

***

She lounged around the house in Joanne's loosely knotted bathrobe and nothing else all day. We both had some chores to do. She was ordering school supplies for college and texting, and I was doing some laundry and catching up on email, but the whole day was really just extended foreplay.

She came up to me in the laundry room and causally dropped to her knees and sucked my cock for just a few minutes. I leaned over her while she sat on the sofa and kissed her neck and pinched her nipples. She hugged me from behind in the kitchen, and with the bathrobe open ground against me. I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her roughly while I teased her snatch.

I made another nice dinner, grilled fish with lime, served it up with candlelight and chilled white wine. She'd changed into a clingy little party dress and heels and done up her makeup. She looked sexy and surprisingly grown up.

We talked more about college. Texting with her friends had made her a little wistful. None of them were going to school with her. She was worried about making friends. Worried about college classes.

"Ashley, seriously, I'm not just saying this because we're having sex. But you're going to have a great, great time. You're smart, outgoing, beautiful."

She blushed.

"No, I mean it. Beautiful but down to earth. Just be yourself. The only thing is...."

I stopped myself.

"What?"

"Never mind. There is no only thing. You're going to do great."

"Nuh uh, Uncle Danny, you were going to say something. The only thing is...?"

"... is boys. Men. Whatever. They're going to be all over you, and most of them are only going to want one thing." I felt ridiculous saying it.

"And what's that, lover-boy?"

"Fair enough. But you know what I mean. You're like a daughter to me, as weird as that may sound."

She scrunched up her face. It did sound weird. Icky even, though still true in a way.

"I'm just saying, I feel protective of you. Don't sell yourself short. Don't settle. Don't let guys treat you badly. You're so special. You deserve the best."

She had been looking down at her plate, but now she looked up, her eyes wet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," I said. I reached out and touched her forearm.

She laughed and wiped away tears. "You didn't. That's just, like, one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me."

I smiled at her.

"I need to find an eighteen-year-old version of you," she added.

"And that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me."

We finished our dinner mostly in silence, just looking up at each other every once in a while, both of us, I guess, wrestling with our emotions. Part of it was the music in the background. I'm not a big jazz fan. I don't know any of the artists or songs by name, but over the years I’ve put together a playlist of tunes that somehow move me. We were listening to a melodic piece, sax and piano, that somehow fit the mood.

I held out my hand to Ashley. "Would you like to dance?"

She smirked. "To this?"

I nodded. "Give it a try."

I pulled her into my arms and we swayed slowly together. She put her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest, my hands encircling her hips. Even in heels she was a lot shorter than me, but she felt good in my arms. I kissed her on the top of the head. She looked up and stood on her tiptoes. We kissed softly at first, then more passionately.

She ran her hands through my hair. I reached down and kneaded her hard butt. She pressed firmly against me. I could feel her soft breasts, her hard nipples through my shirt. Her dainty hand slid down between us and she rubbed my crotch forcefully, her fingers gripping my rapidly stiffening cock.

I took her by the hand and led her upstairs. In the bedroom, we kissed and I began to undress her. She was wearing her sexiest underwear, a tiny pink thong and matching bra. She kicked off her heels and lay back on the bed. I uncovered one breast at a time, kissing and sucking her nipples. Then I trailed my tongue down between her mounds and across her flat stomach. I slowly pulled off her thong, massaging her legs. Then I stood back up to admire her gorgeous, young body. She opened her legs wide and spread her pussy for me.

I stripped quickly and climbed on top of her. She grabbed my cock and guided it inside her. I made love to her slowly, passionately, sharing deep, wet kisses the whole time. She came more than once, her spasming pussy clutching at me as she gasped and sucked on my tongue.

I rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She sat up, hands on my chest, and slowly rode me up and down. As she did, I explored her body with my hands, cupping her full breasts, teasing her erect nipples, squeezing her hard ass. I traced her lips with my finger, and she took my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it in time with her movements. She came yet again, while grinding her pelvis against mine. She collapsed forward, her mouth next to my ear.

"I'm done," she sighed. "Come inside me."

I grabbed her butt and thrust upward harder. She was gasping and moaning right in my ear, her hot, moist, breath on my neck. I slid my hand between her cheeks, my finger tickling her ass. She moaned louder, encouraging me. I remembered how she’d reacted when I’d tongued her anus. I pressed my middle finger firmly into her butt.

"Oh fuck!" She growled lustily.

She started bucking up and down, her sphincter pulsing on my finger. I could feel myself inside her through the skin separating her ass and her pussy.

"Oh Jesus," I moaned as my body tensed up and I came inside her, squeezing her tight.

I went limp back on the bed and withdrew my finger from her bottom. She collapsed on top of me.

"That was... interesting," she said. "A little like getting an electric shock... but in a good way."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I did," she moaned. She started grinding against me. "It's still early."

I laughed. "Ashley, this is why you need a younger man. I'm cooked."

"We'll see," she replied with a smirk as she ducked under the covers.

She swallowed my slimy dong into her mouth and blew me wetly. It felt good, so good, but there was no way I was going to get more than a partial erection, not so soon. But she didn't seem to mind as she continued to work my cock and balls with her mouth.

I felt her wet finger tickle my asshole. I tensed. I'd never been into that. Latent homophobia maybe, unpleasant associations with rectal thermometers and prostate exams, general squeamishness, whatever. But I was hardly in a position to object given that I'd just shoved my own finger in her ass, and anyway, her lips on my dick had me in a compliant mood.

She pressed her finger into me. More gently than I had done, but it was still a jolt. It was a little uncomfortable and felt more than a little gay, but the combination of her mouth and tongue on my cock and her finger thrusting in my ass was enough to get me hard, at first just a noticeable stiffening, but surprisingly soon a full blown erection.

She reappeared from under the covers with a big grin, "see, I told you."

She got up on her hands and knees, waving her little ass at me. I didn't need any more encouragement. I kneeled behind her and pressed my cock into her steaming snatch. She was sloppy wet, literally so since I'd finished inside her just a little while earlier. It was all over my shaft, on her thighs. I decided to continue our little experiment in ass play. I coated my thumb with our combined juices and pressed it into her butt.

Just as before, it was like flipping a light switch. She backed up against me hard, over and over, fucking me harder than I was fucking her. I reached around with my other hand and touched her swollen and hard clit.

She growled and flung her head back, her long blond hair slicing through the air. She looked back me over her shoulder, her expression fierce, feral.

"You can do anything to me," she grunted through clenched teeth. "Anything!"

I knew what she wanted. I wanted it too. All that stuff I'd told her about self-respect and not selling herself short and not having to accept porn conventions... all that went out the window in that moment of animal lust.

I pulled my dick out of her pussy and placed it against her tiny puckered asshole. Any doubts I had about what she wanted vanished as she pressed back against me, taking my cock inside her. I thrust forward, finishing the job.

She let out a lusty growl and began pumping her ass back and forth, sodomizing herself with my cock. It set me off in a way I’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of her tight ass pumping up and down my shaft, it was everything: the visual of my cock spearing her tight hole, the taboo of it, and mostly her reaction, lusty, feral.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it roughly. With my other hand I slapped her ass hard, harder than I intended. It was like a gunshot. But that only seemed to turn her on more. She reached between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy, finger banging herself roughly. I spanked her again and again, back and forth on each of her perfect ass cheeks.

She suddenly reared up, her back impossibly arched. She didn't even make a sound, but her body shuddered so violently I thought for a second it was a seizure, and then I felt her ass clamping down on my cock rapidly. She took a sudden gasping breath and then fell forward onto the bed. I started to follow her down. I wasn't done. But she put her hand between us.

"No more," she gasped, "no more."

I sat back on my heels, surprised at how hard I was breathing and sweating.

"Did you?" She asked.