It had never been like this. Kate’s eyes roamed up and she was gone. She did not know how long it lasted and cared less.
Simon slowed his pace so she could recover and then he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to her. Kate’s dress was now damp from her sweat, and more than a little of his, but she did not care. It was expensive, but if it were ruined it was well worth it.
After she finally caught her breath, she looked at her lover. “My lover.” It was a pleasant if novel thought to her. At that moment she did not care whether anything happened with this man beyond pure sex because it was one of the purest physical experiences of her life. She saw a stupid smile on Simon’s face. How pleased he was about making her feel the way she felt.
She realized he had not come. His dick was still hard, pointing at the ceiling, with him lightly rubbing it, condom and all. She got off the bed, but his panicked moment shifted when she turned to face him and reached around her back to unzip her dress and after it fell to the floor she stood there in only a simple white-lace bra. She undid the clasp in the front and spread it open and then off so she could display her breasts. This too was above-and-beyond what she had ever done with William. He was not a Puritan, although they were both conservative Catholics. And after two children and several miscarriages she was on the pill as a medical dispensation, though she had stopped taking it when she moved to New York. They had sex on a fairly regular basis and they both enjoyed it. William even liked her to take control now and then but he suppressed his submissive side because it did not jibe with what he thought he was supposed to be. And Kate allowed him to assert himself in bed when he wanted to. The sex was good enough. She thought. But she would come to realize that it was barely sex and while it may have been “good enough” for the woman she was, it would never be good enough for the woman she had become in those minutes in which Simon was inside her.
Whether it led to something more was not something Kate was thinking at that moment. No, it was that Simon was so pleased with himself for having satisfied her—and there was no doubt about her being satisfied—and did not care whether he came. Now she was naked, standing by the bed and seeing how much he admired the sight of her. If his dick had softened at all, it was again rock hard. She reached for it and removed his condom, a first for her. “Tie it and put it on the table,” he instructed and after she did, she returned.
He lay naked on the bed. He was in good shape, with a slight paunch, but nowhere near the one proudly displayed by some middle-aged, and even some younger, men on Wall Street. He cared not that he was on full display for her. And she was awed by him. Her eyes canvassed his body and then she focused on his naked dick. It was beautiful. She never really looked at William. Maybe it too was beautiful, but she did not care about that in the least.
Kate put her knees between his legs on the bed and then both her hands on the shaft. She leaned down and kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and then leaned back. With her right hand she began to pump it, encouraged by a “just like that” from her lover. Her left hand began to explore. It ran down one thigh and up the other. She paused before getting the courage to reach under and caress his balls, eliciting an “oh my God” from Simon. Increasing the pace of her pumping and tightening her grip on his balls, she turned to him and smiled. “Come for me, Simon. Come for me.”
And their eyes met. He exploded, his cum spurting up to his chest as she tried to aim it. Not at him, per se. More to keep it off the sheets. His ass bounced up and down as she kept pumping, now with both hands, until he was spent. “Stop. Please stop.” And she did.
Kate ran to get a towel for Simon to use to clean up, and Simon enjoyed the vision of her shaking ass as she left the room. Kate had not given a thought to his being able to see her naked. Nor was she bothered about walking back into the room wearing nothing but the dampened towel she carried, and Simon savored the breasts that she displayed and even more the pubic hair she made no effort to cover.
She sat on the bed as he ran the towel up and across his chest to clean himself off. Suddenly she rose and came back with two glasses of water, this time wearing a robe.
“I had to go through the living room so I thought some covering up was in order.” She handed him a glass and then ran a finger down his chest to his navel and almost to his dick before heading back up and circling each of his nipples.
“That was nice.”
“If that was just nice, I had hate to see what more-than-nice feels like.”
“Be a good boy and maybe you’ll find out one of these days.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Maybe it is a threat.” She leaned down and kissed him lightly.
As she withdrew her head, he reached for her cheek and, now serious, said, “That was perfect. I’ve never known perfect before.” She leaned back down and now the kiss involved their tongues as their breaths deepened until she pulled back.