Chapter 14

Stan twisted on the sofa.

Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation... was he ready?

His erection felt like a log in his underwear... That part of him felt ready, at least.

Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She'd told him, "Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?"

Stan asked for a scotch, but asked for a glass of water too. Anne was now in the kitchen, fixing things.

"Glenmorangie?" she called, and Stan replied, "That'll be fine, Anne!" It was a perfectly serviceable single malt, after all.

She came back into the room with a glass of water in one hand and a shot glass containing amber fluid in the other. "Here you are, Stan. I'll just get my wine and we can... 'get comfortable'." Her eyes danced, and there was a challenge in the lift of her eyebrow as she said the last.

Stan was now feeling distinctly uncomfortable however. He took advantage of Anne's departure to reach into the waistband of his trousers and straighten his erection so it lay against his belly. Now, however, he had to pull his trouser up slightly to hide it, and the buckle of his belt dug into the head so he had to sit artificially upright on the sofa. Stan knew he shouldn't be, but he was embarrassed.

Anne came back with a large glass of white wine. One strap of her white dress had fallen off her shoulder. 'Deliberately?' wondered Stan, while appreciating the way the side of the dress fell a little, exposing more of Anne's left breast. Anne had slipped off her shoes, he noticed, and he pushed his off with his own feet. He sipped at his water, then took a drink from his whisky, while Anne sat close to him on the sofa, bringing her feet up underneath her and sitting sideways, facing him.

They sat and regarded each other for a couple of minutes. Finally Stan said, "This is a little awkward."

Anne commented "Yes, it is." Again she leaned forward and kissed Stan. Her feet slid out from under her as she pushed Stan down so that he was almost supine on the black leather sofa under her. Her kiss was firm and insistent as his mouth opened in response to her tongue.

Finally she pulled back slightly and murmured, "That's better, isn't it?"

Stan answered softly but with great feeling, "Yes!" before leaning up and nibbling on her lower lip. Anne had both hands on the sofa, on either side of Stan's head on the armrest, and she once again took control of the kiss, deepening it, while she began grinding her pelvis into Stan's. Stan's hands moved of their own accord, reaching for Anne's breasts, caressing them through the thin fabric of her dress, feeling the lacy material beneath. Stan's erection was now very uncomfortable, but he just couldn't bring himself to break the kiss. He was certain Anne could feel it — she must be able to! Finally Anne again lifted her head, and smiled at Stan.

"If that's not a rocket in your pocket, I can think of a way to use it!"

Stan couldn't help it. He lost it completely, breaking into laughter. Smiling widely herself, Anne stood up and held out her hand to Stan.

"Come on, Stan. We don't have to make out on the couch like teenagers stealing moments before Mum comes back. Come upstairs."

She smoothly stood, holding out her long, slender arm to him. Stan took it and pushed himself up with his other arm. She led him up the stairs, looking back twice to smile at him, desire plain on her face.

For his part, Stan was moving on autopilot. His mind was trying to keep up with the rapid developments. He couldn't bear the thought of saying, "Anne, wait..." but he did feel things were moving fast.

Then Stan had another thought. It had been half a lifetime since he'd needed a condom, so he didn't have any. They were clearly going to make love tonight, but if she had no protection, what then?

'Was she even on the Pill?' Stan wondered. 'What if she wasn't?' Well, the answer was obvious, if hard — 'We can't make love.' He felt a little easier, having made that decision. On the other hand, he knew he'd have to get some condoms, and soon — it wasn't fair on Anne to rely on her for protection without arranging for some himself.

By now they were at the top of the stairs, and Anne turned left at the landing to enter her room. Pulling himself back to real-time, Stan quickly took in the room. There wasn't a lot of space for manoeuvre.

Anne used what room there was. She turned, took Stan by the shoulders and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she stood back in the doorway. Licking her lips, she slid first one, then the other strap off her shoulder and shimmied. The top half of the dress fell to her waist, revealing her lacy white strapless bra. She impatiently shoved her dress the rest of the way and it pooled at her feet.

Anne wasn't wearing panties.

Anne grinned at Stan, but he didn't notice. His eyes were firmly glued on the junction of her thighs, where narrow strip of dark curls were on show. With her legs together like that, he couldn't see more.

Stan's next distraction was caused by Anne reaching behind herself to unclip her bra. Having done so she allowed it to fall on top of her dress, before placing her hands behind her head. With her feet very slightly apart, Anne placed her weight on her left and crossed her right in front, twisting her torso slightly and inclining her head the opposite way, looking at Stan from under her lashes.

"Do you like what you doth see?" she asked Stan.

"God, yes, I love it!" Stan blurted.

Once again Anne smiled, this time widely, breaking her stance and putting her hands on her hips. "You, buster, are overdressed!" she told him and moved purposefully towards him.

Controlling himself, Stan began disrobing. While he was struggling with his shirt buttons he felt Anne's hands tugging on his belt. Before he could get the shirt completely off, she'd undone the belt and pulled it from the loops, letting go of the belt once it was free. He was still removing the last sleeve when she attacked the button and clip at the waist before unzipping his fly.

She pulled at Stan, getting him to stand. Stan held her for a moment, indicating for her to wait. He removed his socks and then stood, dropping his trousers. Anne knelt in front of him. Her hands went to his briefs and pulled the waistband out before lowering them to clear his penis.

Once he'd stepped out of them, Anne rocked back a moment. For over forty, with essentially a sedentary job and habits, Stan wasn't in bad shape. A paunch, yes, but not much of one. Thinning hair, but a nice face. Character lines of course, but they showed a man who smiled a lot.

Then she looked lower. Stan's penis jutted proudly, not too big either in length or girth, but eminently serviceable. She moved closer to Stan.

Stan had been doing his own assessment of Anne. So she wasn't a natural blonde? So what! The younger woman was beautiful, and had kept her body in fine shape. 'Better than I've kept mine, ' mused Stan. Then he lost the ability to think.

Anne leaned forward again, took his dick in her right hand and licked the head, slowly, luxuriously, before opening her mouth and sliding down. Once she reached her limit she gripped it with her hand, setting the depth, and began pulling up, sliding her lips up around his cock, sucking and swirling her tongue. Stan gasped. When her tongue stroked the underside of his cock he trembled a little from the intense sensation. Anne then started back down onto his penis again, still using lips and tongue to devastating effect. As Anne's tongue moved in concert with her lips, as she moved her head slowly, exquisitely slowly, down and then up again, she playfully nibbled at him a couple of times, before beginning to plunge up and down in earnest, always sucking on the upstroke, her cheeks caving.

Stan opened his eyes and looked down, seeing a blonde head bobbing up and down. Anne looked up at him, slowing for a moment, sucking at the head and pulling with her hand. Stan was living in the moment, his perceptions limited to his cock and Anne's mouth and hand.

Anne joined her left hand to her right and began jacking him, while churning her tongue around the head. She paused for a moment, lifted her head up and off and looked up at Stan again. "You like?" she asked, eyes deep pools of lust.

"God, yes!" Stan rasped-out before she began again, sliding slowly, languorously down his penis until her gag reflex threatened, then lifting up slightly and sucking, sucking, twirling, teasing.

The effect on Stan was incredible. Too soon, he knew he was going to come, and he knew he should tell her first.

"Cu-Cumming!" he managed, scant moments before the first pulse burst free. Anne appreciated the gesture, but she wanted his come. She needed to show this wonderful man that he'd helped her heal and to thank him in the best way possible.

All through Stan's climax Anne sucked and swallowed. Finally spent, Stan sagged backwards onto the bed. Anne climbed up beside him. She studied the man who'd taken her heart, that she thought had been irretrievably broken so many years before, and melted it back together. His face was flushed, he was breathing shallowly and fast. He had a wonderful smile on his face. 'And why not? He's just had a blowjob!'

Stan felt Anne's arm snake over as she cuddled into him. He was finally able to talk, so he looked across at the stunning lady who'd just been so wonderful to him.

"You've just taken my virginity," he told her. "That was my first blowjob."

Anne looked, but couldn't see any sign that he was joking.

"Really, Stan? Never before?" she asked him, tenderly.

"Nope. Never. It was a simply amazing experience. God it was erotic looking down and seeing you doing that, feeling you doing that. Amazing!

"Now, it's my turn to do something for you, something I used to enjoy a lot. Move over a little..." he said, nudging her with hip and fingertips. Anne moved to accommodate him, and Stan moved across so Anne was on his left side. He pulled himself next to Anne, lifting a little so he could use his left hand on her as well. Weight on his left elbow, Stan caressed the right side of her face and her earlobe with that hand while his right started slowly stroking her left breast. Anne cooed appreciatively.

Stan studied his lover while he stroked her with his fingers. She lay there, lips parted slightly, a flush spreading across her chest. Her nipples were small and pink but erect and rock hard. A once familiar yet different perfume was becoming noticeable. Stan decided he was doing what she wanted, for now, and kept up the massage of her tits, sometimes drawing a hand up into a claw, pulling lightly on her coral nipple, moving from one mound to the other. Age and gravity flattened them slightly, but not much.

Stan decided to move up a step, and leaned over to lick around an aureole. Judging by the intake of breath he heard, Anne liked that! So, still lightly caressing her face with his left hand when he could, and now palming the other breast with his right, he effectively performed a blowjob on Anne's right breast. He sucked nipple and aureole into his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it. He locked his lips around the base of Anne's proud flesh and sucked, hard.