Chapter 2

I knelt there on the bed between Karen’s widespread legs. God, she was incredible! Her face and tits glistened in the room’s light from the saliva smeared all over them, Her hard nipples stood straight and tall and her pussy ... her pussy looked like it belonged to a twenty-year-old beach bunny, not a forty-year-old who had a college graduate son! Neat and tucked in tightly the lips didn’t sag or anything. The fur was short and well trimmed, forming a small upside down triangle with the point just above her clit. She was stunning!

“Cmere baby, it’s your turn for a little snatch – oops, snack!” she giggled, holding her pussy open for me. It was an invitation I didn’t wait long to answer. I moved up the V formed by her legs until I got close to the apex. I could smell the delectable scent of a woman in need ... it was one of my favorite scents. I put my face close to her crotch and inhaled deeply. “God, I love the way you smell, Karen!” I said.

“Ohh, Johnny, please...” she moaned her reply.

It was my turn to play now. As she held herself open for me I traced her outer lips with my finger, purposely avoiding her clit for now. I put my mouth very close to her opening and breath a hot breath gently over her, letting her feel how hot my mouth was. Then with just a quick flick of my tongue, I poked it a little into her opening just to the entrance of her tunnel and then back out quickly.

“Please, Johnny! Please don’t tease me, baby! Lick my pussy lover! Lick my kitty and make her purr!” she said.

“Not quite yet ... I want to make sure you are ready ... I’m going to tease you like you have teased me all these years! I want you to feel frustrated and so fucking horny you feel like you are going to bust wide open! That’s what you have done to me ... now it’s your turn to suffer a bit!” I said.

To emphasize my point, I ran my finger around the inside of her pussy in the little space between her inner and outer lips ... still avoiding her clit where I knew she wanted me to touch.

“Ohh, Goddd...” she moaned. She lifted her hips humping up at my hand trying to get me to slip inside, but I was prepared for her reaction and moved away before she got her satisfaction.

“No, no no, Karen!” I said, mocking what she had done to me during her striptease. She sank back onto the bed groaning in frustration. I leaned down and kissed then playfully bit the inside of her thigh close to the crease where her leg and crotch met.

“Johnny ... Oh, Johnny, please! Please baby...” she whimpered. I looked up into her pleading eyes. I couldn’t help feel sorry for this woman. All she had ever wanted was to have someone who really cared for and loved her. And yes she had made a mistake marrying that shit of a husband. But she paid for that mistake several times over – in rejection, abandonment, and humiliation. As I thought about her situation, I couldn’t bring myself to harass her further.

It was time to make this lonely, sex-deprived divorcee mine. I crawled up, straddling her body until I was face to face with her and on all fours over her.

“Listen, Karen, I know that you don’t have anyone special in your life. I also know how much it sucks to sleep alone every night in a cold and lonely bed. I don’t have anyone special in my life either. But unlike you, I don’t have to wait around for someone to come along – I already know who I want,” I said brushing a lock of hair from her face.

“Me? You want me?” she asked.

“Yes, Karen, I have wanted you for years. I have had to watch how your ex-husband treated you and I have kept silent. Many times I saw you crying and wanted to come and console you or at least let you talk about it. But it wasn’t my place and I didn’t know how my help would be received. Now he is gone and I am ready and willing to show you how your life should have been all along. You made a few mistakes along the way, we all have. And you can’t go back and change the past. But I am giving you a chance to change your future. If you are tired of sleeping alone ... if you are tired of that cold lonely bed every night and wondering if you even worthy of another’s company, I am here to show you the answer.”

“W-what do I have to do?” she asked hesitantly.

“That’s the easy part, Karen ... all you have to do is ask me. You already know how I feel about you. I know that I am younger than the men you are used to dating probably ... It might be weird at first dating someone the same age as your son. But we are both adults and let’s face it, Karen ... the men you have dated – the men your own age – haven’t exactly been top drawer material. Maybe it’s time you tried something different. Maybe instead of looking at the outside of a man so much, you should be looking at the inside ... at their heart. And if you do look at the heart ... well you won’t find anyone who would be more committed or more dedicated to making you happy than me.” I said.

Karen lay there for a few moments digesting what I had said. I waited for her to say something but she didn’t ... for an agonizingly long time. I was beginning to think I had made a terrible mistake and embarrassed myself beyond repair with this woman. Just as I began mentally packing my bags to leave town forever, she spoke up.

“Johnny, I understand what you have told me here and you are right – my luck in guys leaves a lot to be desired. I am tired of being alone. Since Paul left for college this house has been more like a prison than a home. And then the divorce turned it into solitary confinement. To tell you the truth, the idea of selling this place and moving to start a new life has crossed my mind more than once.

“Getting out from under this house and all the bad memories for a fresh start is appealing. But someone once said running away from your problems never works because you bring most of them with you. Plus, I do have some very good friends and people who care about me and who I care about – like you for example. And it would be hard to go to a brand new place and have to start all over in a new job and making new friends.

“So I guess what I need to know from you is ... are you serious about what you said? Or is this just a way to get me to have sex with you? I’m sorry to be so blunt and if I offend you, I’m sorry. But I have been hurt far too much to take chances anymore. And if this is just a one-time thing, that’s cool, but I need to know going in so I can be prepared for it,” she said looking up at me.

I lowered myself down onto my elbows so I was closer to her. So close our noses just about touched. I wanted to make sure she understood me loud and clear. “Karen Taylor, I am only going to say this one time so hear me well. I am ALWAYS serious when it comes to matters of the heart. I don’t play mind games or try to trick anyone into having sex with me. I have been crushed before as well and I don’t like it. So I don’t do it.

“What I have told you ... about my feelings for you ... are the God’s honest truth. I won’t tell you I love you – not yet at least. But I can tell you I have very strong, very deep feelings for you and if you go with this, I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I don’t have, nor do I want to have, anyone else in my life. So you needn’t worry about my faithfulness or my devotion. I am a one woman man ... I always have been and always will be,” I said looking her straight in the eyes as I spoke.

I saw her face soften and her eyes fill with tears. “Oh, Johnny yes! Yes, I do want you! I want everything you have said here! I want to be loved and cared for. I want to be treated with respect and treated like I matter. Oh Johnny, please, please help me! If you care about me like you say, then I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours!” she cried out.

I lowered myself the last few inches to lay on top of her and she put her arms around my neck, holding me tight. I slipped my arms under her shoulders to hold her as well and we kissed ... this time with all the fire and passion we could put into it. At long last the woman of my dreams was mine – the woman I had fantasized and dreamed about, the woman who had been at arm’s length all the years was now in my arms.