Chapter 3

Quiet settled across the house. I went around, locking up and blowing the last of the guttering candles out. Mila’s eyes followed my every move until I was finished. I held out my hand to her and she came to me and we walked upstairs to my room.

She shivered as she stood at the bottom of my bed, not from the cold but from anticipation and nerves. I wrapped my arms around her, reassuring her. Our lips met in a long sensuous kiss. If this was to be my only time with this angel, I was going to do my damnedest to make it great for both of us.

I let my fingertips slide over her dress, always moving, and never lingering in one place too long. Her skin shivered, and her kisses became more intense and desperate.

She broke away from me and stood still, her hands on my shoulders, her chest heaving. “Christ, boss, do you know what you’re doing to me? I’m so wet, and my panties are soaking.”

“I’m doing what any red-blooded man should do, worshiping the woman he’s about to make love to – and you are ‘all’ the girl I’m going to worship tonight.”

“Shit, where have you been all my life; why the fuck didn’t I jump your bones earlier.” She looked up at me sadly, “Three wasted years, let’s not waste anymore, please take me to bed. Sally’s a lucky woman.” She kissed me again, her tongue playing with mine.

She turned around and asked, “Would you unzip my dress, please.” I unzipped it and pulling her hair to one side. I kissed the back of her neck. I worked my way down her back to her bra strap. She whimpered and shrugged the dress forward so it fell to her waist. I undid her bra, and she turned to face me.

Her hands were across her chest, holding the bra in place. She took a deep breath and moved her hands, letting the bra fall forward. Her breasts were a firm perfect C cup, with light brown areola surmounted by big enticing nipples. I bent forward and ran my tongue over her nipple. Sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently, caused her to moan.

I dropped to my knees in front of her as I pulled her dress down over her hips. It pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of the black circle in her heels. She stood still inspecting my face for signs of approval or disappointment. She didn’t need to worry. Her shapely legs were encased in silky black; lace topped stay up stockings. I could see the fuzz of her trimmed pussy through the sheer fabric of her black lacy panties. There was an unexpected glint of gold at the top of her legs. Her skin was lightly tanned, and I saw no evidence of tan lines.

I whispered, “You are beautiful, Mila.” I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and eased them down her soft thighs. Her pussy hair was trimmed into a landing strip leading to the top of her slit. The golden glint was a small gold hoop piercing through the clitoral hood. I leaned forward and kissed her pussy and ran my tongue along the edges of her slit. She groaned as my tongue found the hard nub of her clit, and then I gently pulled on the gold hoop with my lips.

She sat down at the end of the bed and eased her high heels off. She went to roll her stockings down, but I stopped her.

“Allow an old man, his fantasies, will you, please?”

“I wore them for you,” she whispered as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Her fingers caressed the hair on my chest just before she planted several kisses there, including on my nipples.

I stood, and she undid my belt and jeans and pulled them down with my boxers. My cock sprang free from his confines, the head glistening with pre-cum. She licked the glans and swallowed the head, and I gasped.

She looked up at me but allowed me to pull away. I knelt down again between her thighs and kissed the inside of her legs, and then I looked at her questioningly.

“Yes, ohh, God, please kiss me there.” I kissed the wet lips of her labia, and she placed her thighs on my shoulders, resting her legs on my back. She apparently wanted to make sure I was as close to her pussy as I could be.

My tongue moved in languid motions across her vulva. I alternated licking with sucking. My tongue roamed from the puckered pink rose of her anus to the tantalizing ring in the hood. Her fingers ran through my hair giving me unconscious signals when I was in the right places. I lapped at the trickle of girl juice and pushed my tongue past her lips into her passage seeking the source. Gently I pulled on her clitoral ring making her writhe and groan.

I played with her piercing. I pushed two fingers inside her, seeking and finding her G-spot. Her response was immediate and satisfying. She threw her head back with a cry, arching her back as a quick soft orgasm washed over her. My fingers and lips didn’t stop moving, and a few moments later, her legs tightened around my head as a second more violent orgasm racked her body. There was a long drawn out cry as she squirted over my hand and face, her legs shaking.

She gasped, “Please, stop for a moment, I’m too sensitive,” as she pulled my lips from her clit. She was panting and gasping for air; apparently, she’d been holding her breath through her orgasms and some of my cunnilingus.

She scooted up the bed holding her arms out to me. She curled up in my arms, her blue eyes locked on mine. Her tongue came out tentatively, at first, licked at her juice streaking my face. I kissed her, tasting the girl cum on her tongue, sweet honey with a hint of spice.

“Christ, Mike, I knew I should have looked for older men sooner, no one’s gone down on me like that before - ever.”

I laughed, “There’s nothing like the taste and aroma of an aroused woman.” Then I gasped as she squeezed my firm cock.

“And there’s nothing like a full pussy, and mine’s empty,” she joked.

“Well, we can’t allow that, can we?”

I rolled onto my back, and she was lying on me seconds later, sliding her body against mine. We kissed, and then she rose up on her knees, moving so the head of my cock slid along her slit until it was pushing against her lubricated labia.

She sank down slowly, gasping as I filled her until her ringed clit ground against my pubic bone, and my glans touched her cervix.

“Christ, it’s full now,” she gasped. “I’m not sure anyone’s ever been so deep inside me. You’re... [gasp] ... touching me in a place no one’s been.”

I wasn’t concentrating on her words; I was basking in the sensations as her tight cunt enveloped me. Then the pleasure increased as she started to ride me. As she moved down, she would twist her pelvis, and both of us would gasp in pleasure. Our movements increased in pace and vigor and soon we were racing to a mutual conclusion. Her grunts were coming fast and loud and her eyes were staring down at me.

I felt my balls tightening and knew I was close. “I’m going to come, do you want me to pull out?”

“Fuck no, don’t you dare. I want every drop.”

The sense of urgency between us grew and I felt her soft, warm passage harden and catch at me as her orgasm hit her. Mine followed hers and with a few hard thrusts, my cum spurted into her welcoming core. She was shuddering as she shook with the intensity of her orgasm. She collapsed forward onto my chest, gasping as she tried to get her breath back. My cock was still twitching and she gasped and groaned as she experienced a second, and then moments later a third orgasm.

Her fist clenched, and she hit my shoulder. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “You bastard, now you make love to me and you’re leaving in a week. The best lover I’ve ever had and this is it. Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, I might follow you to the ends of the earth.”

I kissed her and flexed my hips, and she tensed her muscles around my cock. “And don’t you fucking dare pull out,” she cried out.

She relaxed a bit, “Christ boss, I’ve just come more times in the past thirty minutes than the past year, the best I’ve ever had is three in an evening, and I had to do one of those myself.”

I grinned at her as I felt myself hardening at the challenge and filled her again. “So how many more would you like?”

She gasped and wriggled her hips. I rolled us over onto her back while we stayed connected. She wrapped her sweaty legs around my waist and used her heels to urge me into motion. I was thrusting long and hard into her, and she was rolling her hips to meet me. Her groans became continuous whimpers of pleasure and I felt her cunt flutter as another orgasm worked its magic on her body.

“Ohh, ohhh, ohhh, Christ,” she looked at me with wonder in her eyes, and then hunger as I continued to move, thrusting and twisting.

I don’t know how long it took before I felt my balls tightening and the pressure building up. Time was only measured by the passing of Mila’s orgasms. It was, at least, eight O’Mila when my cum filled her again, and I finally collapsed on the bed beside her, still buried deep inside her.

“Mother of God,” I gasped. “Please tell me your ALS training is up to date. I think I’m about to have a coronary.

She lay on her back, panting, getting her breath back. “Fully trained boss, I passed mouth to mouth top of the class.”

“Thank God for that!”

She laughed and wriggled to get comfortable, my cock finally softening and sliding out of her. A large wet spot dominated the center of the bed and I grabbed a couple of large soft towels to cover it. We curled up together, me spooning behind her. I pulled the covers over us and we drifted off to sleep.

A call of nature woke me; the room was still dark, so it wasn’t morning yet. There was a warm patch in front of me on the bed that was getting steadily colder. I assumed Mila had the same problem as me, so I got up and padded into the bathroom. It was empty which surprised me, but my needs were urgent and I dealt with them.

I hesitated on the landing at the top of the stairs; I could hear voices from downstairs. I slipped my jeans on and went downstairs and found Mila sitting with Jane and Pauline on the sofa. Pauline was crying and Mila was holding her. Jane sat on the other side and was looked upset and tight-lipped. The three of them looked at me with various degrees of annoyance and hopefulness.

As I sat down in the chair, I asked, “What’s the problem?”

Pauline and Jane initially shook their heads not wanting to talk, but Mila turned to them and said forcefully. “Damn it; you need to tell him; he knows about your relationship. I’ve told him all about it.”

“Why would you do that?” Jane cried.

“Because he saw the way the three of you were acting together this evening and guessed that something was happening.”

I said, “So do you want to tell me why you are having this case conference in the wee hours of the morning.”

Pauline looked at me and said, “I did something dumb. I told John I needed to go away and spend a few days alone with Jane. We’d just made love, and everything felt so beautiful that I thought he would agree.”

I was surprised, “But I thought you loved him, and your agreement was that you were always going to involve him in your sexual relationship with Pauline.”

“I know that’s what we agreed, what I wanted,” she cried, “but she kept pushing me to spend some time alone with her, and I finally decided to ask John if he would give us some time.”

Jane looked defiant and said with a desperate tone to her words, “I love you, and I need you just as much as John.”

“I take it Johns’ not enamored with the idea?”

Mila snorted, “That’s an understatement.”

Pauline said, “We had a row, no that’s not true; it wasn’t a row; he was so disappointed with me. He said he loved me and always will, but we can’t go on like this anymore. Then John gave me an ultimatum; if I did go away with her, he wouldn’t be at home when we got back. He said I needed to make a decision. He can’t go on sharing me with someone who doesn’t care for him.”

She turned to Jane and said, “I told you this would happen if I asked him, but no, you had to keep pushing me and pushing me.”

Jane started crying, “But I love you, and I need you, I don’t want to share you.”

I asked Pauline, “Who’s more important to you? Because from what I understand, you still love your husband, and he loves you enough to be willing to share you with Jane. But while I’m sure she loves you, I don’t get the impression that Jane wants to share you.”

I sat back in the chair and thought for a moment. “Mila love, there are some bottles of water in the fridge, could you please get me one?” She jumped up, and I realized that all she had on was one of my old t-shirts. Christ, she looked sexy as she walked to the kitchen. She returned with several bottles of water, which she placed on the table before handing one to me. She sat down on the arm of my chair and draped an arm around my shoulders.

I saw Pauline looking at me, hopefully, while Jane looked nervous. I recalled an incident at last year’s Christmas party when she and Pauline came over. I’d put my arms around both of them for a kiss under the mistletoe. Pauline had leaned in and enjoyed the kiss. Jane, on the other hand, had shivered as I touched her and just pecked my lips. In fact, now that I think about it, other than last night, I couldn’t recall any time I’d seen her close to a man. Even the goodnight kiss earlier had been a peck on the lips.