Roller Coaster part two

[Dev0nloch]

Part two - the invite

I had meant to write up the later parts of the Jacobite report. But things always got in the way and there wasn't much going on with her. So I kept putting it to one side. Recent developments mean the time has come for an update. This is part two with more to follow.

After the rumble in the hotel that Christmas I got a call from her before I had to travel back for work. Somewhat the worse for wear following an afternoon drinking wine, I took a cab to her apartment late one evening. She wasn't made up much and was wearing only a satin, navy blue "bed jacket" sort of thing which came down only to mid thigh, revealing her fabulous legs that seemed to go on for ever. Unwisely, she placed another glass of wine in my hand, kissed me on the cheek and led me to her bedroom. It was comfortable, not elaborate and featured a huge bed reflecting her size and her old man's. Her kids were asleep in their rooms but it wasn't them that bothered me.
"What if he arrives home?" I asked nervously. I already mentioned that risk assessment was part of my job in those days. I never stopped assessing.
"He can't. The last flight of the night already landed. The airport's closed until tomorrow. Anyway he called this afternoon and I could hear from the line he's still there."
She meant the satellite bounce. It wasn't 100% but with the wine it passed.
I got into her bed, she opened up the jacket thing (still don't know what to call it, a slip maybe) and once again I marvelled at her sensational, melon sized tits. As a pair, really a work of art, I'll never forget the feel of them against me. Firm, soft, warm with nipples like strawberries. Big, like fucking huge, they pushed me away from her. I went to work on them, "biting" (tongue and palette) and sucking. With some authority I put her legs wide apart in a stirrup position.
"This is no time to be shy," I reminded her.
She considered it a little and shrugged a shoulder, head to one side.
"If you like," she smiled.
Keeping my lips clamped on a strawberry, I kneaded and massaged the muscles and ligaments in her thighs and groin. Around her pussy but never quite there. She loved the tease and kept trying to thrust her crack against my fingers when they were close. Finally she couldn't wait any more. She reached down and grabbed my hand, pushing it hard against her clit and coming with her usual three long em and ems.
"MMMMMM!"
"MMMMMM!"
"MMMMMMmmmm!"

After recovering she went for me. First with her magic fingers doing her special number on my shaft. Then she kissed my chest, my belly and put my cock in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, at the same time slowly pulling it up and down with her hand. Like she was collecting semen for artificial insemination. It was pure magic. The memory never leaves me. Still, risk assessment strikes you at funny times.
"Not on the sheets," I instructed her. "You're my vessel for transporting semen to the bathroom." This elicited a small MMM of excitement. That was when the phone rang. On the table next to her bed. She went white and sat bolt upright.

"I'll take it in the lounge," she whispered, disappearing and tugging on her blue thing

I started calculating. If he was calling, he wasn't here. In the apartment, I mean. How much time did I have? If he was outside waiting, maybe five minutes.
"This is no time to be shy," I reminded myself and started throwing on my clothes. At the same time fascinated by how she would handle the call from what I rightly assumed to be her old man. She hadn't closed the bedroom door, it was still ajar. As I fumbled my shirt into my waistband I leaned into the gap to hear her side of the call in the lounge. It wasn't going well. If she'd had a strategy it had collapsed. But probably just no strategy.

"Oh you know, yeah, just getting ready for bed what time are you home tomorrow... I was in the bathroom...of course... how'd you mean ...how'm I meant to do that?..."

Oh my. She couldn't have communicated it better if she'd written it all down in a timeline. She was using the voice she used for me. The voice she used for him was another thing. And now she used his voice for him.

"Well fucking please yourself then.., you always do anyway..." in a sallop's voice I'd never heard before. BANG the phone hit the cradle and she was back so fast I had to scramble away from the door.

She looked at me in a mixture of terror and pleading. But not about the call.
"Did you hear any of that?" she asked.
"Only mumbles," I lied airily. "That was the party of the second part, I'm going to hazard a guess?" Trying to keep it conversational, non catastrophic. Like your mum says when the roof has just collapsed.
"Let's have a nice cup of tea, shall we?"

"And he will be here in a moment, somewhat surprised and not a little disappointed to discover the party of the third part?" I ventured cheerily.

She was obviously in shock. Confused, she was now using his voice for me.
"No the cunt has been told to stay on won't be back for two weeks."

The relief made my knees buckle.
"Get us both some more wine, " I told her and she happily obeyed, her heart singing with relief because she thought I hadn't sussed her. But I had and I wanted to know more.

I got undressed again. We both lay back on the pillows with the wine and tried to let things settle. I was trying to work out if it was over. Over for the night. Or over and out. In fight or flight mode you don't need an erection. It might even be an impediment, I suppose. So I no longer had one. And then some. But then another funny thing happened. As the stress and adrenalin subsided we were both consumed by a sort of proxy make up/break up carnal famine. I went to work on her tits, greedily. She restored my hard-on double quick. I really needed to roger her now and I was in the process of sliding across her.
"Come behind me," she whispered, back in her me voice.
I was at first confused, thinking she'd meant cum behind me. Then she turned over and stuck her ass in the air. I got it.

She's a bit taller than me so there's some height adjustment to get it right. Reaching back and under, keeping hold of me she rocked on her knees this way and that until she had it perfect. Then she pushed back against me and I slid forward. Fuck, she was so wet from the nightmare I went into her all the way. My thighs covering her ass. I kept it all the way in and only made tiny shaking strokes. I grabbed her hips. So from behind her I'm pulling her pelvic wings back on to me.
"MMMM!"
"MMMM!"
"MMMMmmmm!"

She just kept on loving it. And then she did something. Resting on one elbow she reached back and under. But not to me. To HERSELF! I'm banging her from behind and she's wanking herself off at the same time. And she dropped the em and ems, opened her mouth and started cumming in big guttural grunts in the voice I'd only discovered half an hour ago.

"AAAWWW!"
"AAAWWW!"
"AAAWWW!"

Jesus cowboy, I've never had a turn on like that and I came in half a dozen big spurts with the stuff coming back out of her and onto me.

/Part three - the gap years

[hociin]

beautiful writing style please keep up the good work