Jim quickly removed his clothes and laid them on a nearby chair. He
stretched out on the large bed, gently stroking a cock that was already
hard again. If he measured the passage of time by the beats of his heart,
it seemed like a long time had passed since Christine went to change. In
reality, the clock on the dresser had only recorded five brief minutes.
I hope I didnt keep you waiting too long? Christine said from the
doorway.
Fuck! Jim exclaimed as he turned to look at her. Im sorry, I didnt mean
...
Thats okay, the older woman smiled as she entered the room. Ill just
take that as a compliment. I was afraid this was going a little overboard.
For a few moments while he was waiting, Jim had wondered what Christine
was changing into. The possibility that it might be her scout uniform
brought back a half dozen youthful fantasies. Hed heard that some women
were into things like that.
What she had changed into, could in no way ever be mistaken for anything
youd find in the Scouts Uniform Catalogue. Jim had seen a few outfits like
the one Christine was wearing in Playboy pictorials, but knew few women who
could really get away wearing anything like it. Much less anyone her age.
It was fire engine red, a color that looked incredibly erotic against
her light skin. A strapless lace bustier was the centerpiece of the
ensemble, highlighting a still impressive bust. His eyes moved downward,
from the matching g-string to the equally red garters and stockings.
Draped around her bare shoulders was a short sheer robe that highlighted
more than hid the skin beneath it.
Pleased with Jims reaction, Christine moved to the side of the bed. She
slid the short robe from her shoulders and draped it across Jims neck.
With a gentle tug, she pulled back on it, drawing Jim close to her.
Replacing the robe with her hands, she guided his face to between her
lace-covered breasts.
The sweet perfume that he had gotten a brief sample of before now filled
his nostrils, mixed with her own natural scents. Buried in the warmth of
her skin, Jim could only describe his situation as heaven.
Holding his head tight against her mounds, Christine gently stroked the
hair on the top and back of his head, planting a few kisses as she went.
Jims hands had begun an exploration of their own. Starting at the soft
bare skin of her shoulders, down across the thin bustier and finally coming
to the almost non-existent g-string. Her asscheeks were soft and warm as
his fingers moved across them, sliding under the small lace straps. To his
surprise, the loose knot holding it in place opened at his touch.
Moving his hand further down between her legs, it came to rest on a
tightly cropped and very saturated mound. The caress sent a shiver through
both of them.
Oh yes, Christine purred as she felt his fingers. Its been so long
since Ive been touched there.
Encouraged, Jim pressed a little harder and felt his fingers enter her.
Listening to the rise and fall of her breaths, he began to slowly slide
them in and out. The faster he moved, the faster her breaths came.
They held each other tightly for a few more moments as the rapid
movement of Jims hand brought the expected result. It was a small orgasm,
the equivalent of Jims in the study below. It put them on an equal
footing, and paved the way for whatever was to come.
After her little delight, Christine finally released Jim and stretched
one of her legs out across the bed. She reached out and slowly undid the
snaps of her garters. Slowly, knowing his eyes were locked on her, she
slid her lace topped stocking down her leg. An action repeated on its
twin. As they each fell to the floor, she ran her long slender fingers up
and down the now bare legs, right up to her now equally exposed sex.
Jim watched silently, unwilling to break the mood with words. Never is
his young life had he felt so aroused. He was afraid to move thinking that
even the slightest brush of his cock against the soft sheets would leave
his seed scattered all over them.
Now only the bustier remained and Christines nimble fingers quickly
undid the hooks and loops that held it together. Once they fell free, she
held the front of the garment in place with one hand, watching the
anticipation in her paramours eyes. A few breaths later she released it
and it followed the rest of her outfit to the hard wood floor.
Well..? she asked as she held her hands under her pert breasts. I hope
youre not too disappointed? Not exactly like in those old pictures, us it?
She was right in that respect, Jim realized. She wasnt the young girl
in the magazine. That woman was thirty years in the past. Yet she was a
very attractive woman in a very different way. It occurred to him that
there were literally thousands of contemporaries as beautiful as the 21
year old Christine Kimball, but few as attractive as the 52 year old
Christine Burke. It surprised him to realize that given the choice, he
would pick the older version. In reply to her question, he told her just
that.
Christines response came in non-verbal form. She took Jims hand and led
him off the bed to a standing position next to it. She kissed him softly,
again and again. First on his lips and then on his cheeks. Finally, inch
by inch, she began to kiss and lick her way down across his chest.
Again and again, she pressed her lips against his male nipples, running
her tongue around the pink circles around them. Jim had never had a girl
play with his nipples before and never considered that it could be
pleasurable for a guy as well. It was a pleasant revelation.
She continued downward, dropping to her knees. Jim assumed that he was
about to get another blowjob, but was very wrong. That would come later.
For now, Christine was as eager to explore his young body as he was hers.
In pure numbers, Jim had already had six times as many lovers as his
older partner. But while he had the variety, shed had the years of
familiarity in which to explore the fullest range of sexual acts.t.