Recap of our night so far: An older woman gets higher than god, comes on to me, I break us into an empty apartment and nailed her pussy into the carpeted floor. https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mkkpjw/quaaludes_be_and_a_visitor_part_1_mfnonfiction/
We got back to Casey’s apartment after fucking and I am sure that we smelled like sunblock and sex. All of our mutual friends knew wheat we had been up to. I received nods and smirks as we sat around drinking and smoking more while we watched MTV. I wasn’t subtle about it either. Not only had I just fucked someone, but I had fucked an older woman.
It started getting late and our friends had to go home before they got in trouble. I, unfortunately and to my later downfall, was not supervised nearly as much. This would not be the first night that I just didn’t come home. Casey asked if I wanted to spend the night. I knew what she meant, I would not be sleeping on the couch. Hell, I would not be sleeping all that much anyway. I helped Casey lock up the apartment and tun off all of the lights and such while she got ready for bed and checked to make sure that her kid was still asleep. He was about 2 years old and slept all through the night.
When we got to Casey’s bedroom I started to feel shy. She had a small lamp next to her bed and it was on as she stripped down and climbed into the bed. The empty apartment didn’t have any lights save the moonlight coming in the windows and we were in that rutty state where conscious thought was pushed back into the recesses of our minds. Now it was light and I was not as buzzed as before. She noticed my hesitation “Hurry up and get in the bed, it’ll be worth it.” I kicked off my loosely tied Chucky Taylors and shimmied out of my shorts with her eyes on me. I overcame my shyness enough to pause and let her eyes wander over my young body. I was shorter than most guys my age by an inch or two, but I was stocky and had already lost any baby fat. The look in her eyes let me know that she was pleased enough with what she saw. Casey threw back the covers and I got to see the extra 10% of her body that I had never really seen before. She had dark quarter sized nipples that were already standing up at attention. My eyes grazed her flat stomach as they traveled lower across her body down to her bush. It was a bush, not many people trimmed at all back int he 80’s and she was no exception. I could barely see the top of her split. I had been with girls before, but this was new. This was uncharted territory.
Casey leaned over and turned off the lamp as I climbed up into the bed.
She rolled back over and climbed up on top of me and started to kiss me passionately. My hands wandered down her body feeling the curves of her breasts, her sides and finally her hips that were gyrating on my dick. Casey was moaning as she rocked our bodies together, trapping my dick in between our bellies. I knew that I was in for a night of heaven and I panted accordingly in anticipation. Casey rolled off of me and I followed. I was now on top of her while we made out. I ground my hips into her, I wanted to be in her, but I also wanted to take my time to prove my worth. I wanted her to know that I was not just some other teenage horn-dog and that I could fuck like a big boy. I really was punching above my weight class. I had never really heard the term cougar before, I am not sure that it was used frequently in the 80’s anyway. In my mind I may have been the first younger guy to make it with a full-fledged woman. Who knows?
I finally situated all of the angles and position and lined my cock up for entry. It slid up into her pussy with no resistance. She was already wet and lubricated from our first bout. I started to pump into her and her bed started to creak with a slow steady rhythm. Casey held my head as I suckled on her nipples. Suddenly she gasped and I look up at her. She was looking to her right and my eyes followed her gaze. “Don’t move” she whispered.
We had a visitor.
Her son had sleepily climbed into the bed with us. He was 1 1/2 -2 years old and had been awakened with the noise of the creaky bed. He didn’t even look at us, he just climbed into the bed and laid down and drifted back off to sleep. I was frozen. there was no mention of something like this in the handbook. The realization that I really was punching above my weight class dropped down on me like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t father material! One droplet of sweat fell off of my nose and landed right between her breasts as I held myself up off of her body. My arms were shaking with the exertion.
“Okay, he’s asleep. Keep going but try to be quiet.”
I didn’t know what to do so I just followed orders. It was her pig, her farm.
I slowly ground my dick into her pussy and started to build a slow rhythm again. I finally found the right pace that did not cause the bed to creak so much. It was slow, deliberate, and deep thrusts. Casey held on to my arms and wrapped her legs behind my back. We fucked like this for forty-five minutes. I was in the groove but also aware of the fragility of my predicament. That and the fact that this was our second time in as many hours led to a long slow fuck. I heard her panting change shape and texture and knew that she was starting to come again. I felt to tingle in my balls and knew that I would follow her. When I started to shoot my seed into her I gave her one hard thrusts and held my dick inside of her grinding our hips together. I barely grunted.
After I rolled off of her she lay against me and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed with the smell of breakfast wafting into the bedroom. I lay there going over the night in my head. So that was what having sex was like for a couple.
Fuck, sleep, and wake up to pancakes and bacon.
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