Chapter 2

I woke up with the sun streaming through the window, a raging alcoholic thirst and a battering ram of an erection. I was also alone, which wasn't in the script so I staggered to the bathroom, relieved myself, showered, shaved, cleaned my teeth, slipped on a pair of shorts and followed the fragrant bacon aroma to the kitchen.

"Hi there," Ruth trilled, sounding a great deal too cheerful for someone who had consumed enough booze the night before to earn the grudging respect of Dean Martin in his prime. "Life is great, the sun is shining and I got my rocks off with a young lover," she said, laughing and flinging her arms around me, probing my mouth with a busy tongue.

"You're not wishing it hadn't happened, are you? If you are I'm going to break your cock off so that you can't pull the same trick with another unsuspecting female!"

"No way, sexy woman. Build up my strength with a hearty breakfast and you can ring the bell for round two of a title fight," I joked, holding her close, kissing her neck and fondling her bottom over some interesting underwear below a thin housecoat.

"Thanks for a wonderful night, I had forgotten how wonderful sex can be," she sighed, rubbing herself against me.

She had been so easy to please, this wonderful lady, all she had wanted was some loving and affection, opening herself to my licking and sucking and replying with a soft, wet probing tongue.

Just thinking about that last mind-blowing moment redirected my blood flow and we giggled as she asked that old but pertinent question: "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" Well, I was armed with a potentially lethal weapon - but I doubted I had the stamina to fuck her to death with it!

I opened a few buttons on her housecoat and fitted a hand comfortably over her skimpy, flesh-coloured bra trimmed with lace, kneading a breast gently and feeling the nipple harden to my touch. As I nuzzled her sweet-smelling soft neck I slipped my hand inside, brushing the nipple with the tips of my fingers, causing her to sigh and then gasp.

"Shouldn't we eat first," she asked, her breath quickening.

"I intend to, and then we can have breakfast," I said, pulling a breast out and nipping it gently with my teeth.

"Oh God, this is wonderful, I've died and gone to Heaven," she breathed as I slipped my hand under the housecoat, browsing through the contents, which felt like a nylon half-slip, stockings and suspender belt and old-fashioned French knickers, lace-trimmed with wide openings for easy access to her little furry thing.

Those were the good old days just before pantyhose started to make an appearance, complicating the logistics of a fun evening for two in the back seat at the drive-in.

"Find the person responsible for those abominations though you have to search the length and breadth of Christendom, and dip his willy in boiling cum."

"Aye, my liege, it shall be done," says the faithful lieutenant of my wishful thinking. But, alas, it is too late to turn the clock back and pantyhose are here to stay.

I applied myself with more vigour to the exploration of her secret places, stroking the velvety flesh at the top of her legs above the stockings and slipping my hand into her knickers over her bottom, running my fingers down the cleft in her buttocks.

I moved my hand to the front again brushing the hair between her legs, then sliding my finger up and down, making contact with her clit. Dipping my finger gently inside to lubricate it I then moved it up to focus on the little bud that gives so much pleasure.

She held onto me more tightly but I pulled away, getting to my knees to nuzzle her over her knickers. She opened the housecoat completely and pulled up the half-slip. I pulled the loose knickers aside, lapping her clit with my tongue. She held my head with both hands, stroking my face and mouth as it made contact with her clit.

Her legs trembled and she gasped with pleasure as my tongue moved quicker, rotating around her bud and then she stiffened, made a mewling noise and started to buck against my tongue.

This went on for over two minutes and then she slumped against me, her body on fire. "My legs are too weak to support me. Hold me up but don't let me go," she said, stroking my face tenderly.

At last I disengaged, rose to my feet and as I kissed her she licked off my mouth the juices that had mingled with my saliva inside her.

"I though it couldn't get better, but it does. You're so young, how do you know so much about pleasing a woman?'' I modestly replied that I had been an enthusiastic pupil when my best friend's elder sister had taken it upon herself to teach me the arcane rituals of lovemaking and had then gone on to further my education in the tender embraces of a divorced librarian.