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Subject: {ASSM} Rainy Interlude (MF,rom,oral) {Sven the Elder}
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Rainy Interlude

By Sven the Elder

Copyright (C) 2008 Sven the Elder

Walking home, engrossed in each other, as they had been, the onset of
the summer rain shower caught them by surprise. Gentle at first they
hadn't bothered to hurry, then the clap of thunder announced a new
intensity. Still holding hands had they been younger they might have
broken into a run. Given their age they just ended up wet!
Turning up the path of their secluded holiday cottage on the edge of
the coast they ambled round the back onto the outside, covered,
veranda.

They dripped as they turned to look out at the passing rainsquall, now
heading off out to sea, overtaking the odd boat or two as it went.

She stood, hands on the rail, facing away from him gazing at the view.
Coming up behind her he eased his hands under her sopping tea-shirt
stroking and fondling her unfettered breasts. He kissed her neck as he
did so. She still stood facing the sea, but reached behind her fondled
the growing bulge, then she undid the zip, sliding her hands in and
encouraging his penis to the ready hardness for what they both wanted.
His shorts, now undone, ended up sliding down of their own accord and
he stepped out of them. She shuddered a little in anticipation as he
did so. Now he eased her t-shirt over her head just leaving her
standing in her wet skirt. He ran his fingertips down her neck and
leaning in kissed her. She shuddered again, and then again as he ran
his fingertips down her beautiful, pendulous breasts. He reached her
hardening nipples and leaning forward he first licked and then suckled
the now hard tips. She groaned, as he knew she would, the sensations
running straight to her sex.

He moved and knelt in  front of her,  undoing her skirt so as it fell
to the ground leaving her naked, for she wore no panties that day. He
kissed slowly down her front. Tickling her `inny', then on down her
belly finally reaching her grey, sparsely-haired mound. Her lips
reddened, opened and began to gently leak the wonderful juice of her
readiness onto his seeking tongue. She raised a foot and placed it on
his shoulder as she leaned back against the rail, opening herself
wider to the ministrations of his questing, now pushing against it. He
pulled a chair from behind and sat in front of her, then helping her
to sit onto the wide veranda rail as she wrapped both legs behind his
head pullinh him to her. Finally he reached what she wanted as he
touched her bud and at the same time easing a forefinger gently up
inside. Her groans became a wail and the moisture a flow as she came
hard against his face.

She held there, rigid, in spasm, head thrown back, as the `little
death' took her. Then -- still no words spoken -- she pushed him away,
turned to face him and knelt on the floor between his legs - his hard
and ready cock -- rampant and throbbing in her hands. Looking him in
the eyes she licked the drop forming at the eye. Then she swirled her
tongue round the crown following by what she knew he loved.

Slowly engulfing him.

All of him.
Right down until he felt himself entering her throat.

Right down until he felt her nose bump him.

God!! How did she do that? No-one else he had ever known could take
all of him.

Then slowly she relinquished his length, slowly back over the crown,
slowly kissing and loving the tip.

"Enough! I want you now!" Her scant words were softly spoken.

She stood and using his cock she gently pulled him to his feet,
steered him to one side. Momentarily she let him go to drag a lounger
mattress onto the deck then kneeling again made him lie down on his
back.

Once again she moved forward and caressed the corona with her tongue,
making him ready for her. Then she knelt astride. Held him to her
waiting, greedy entrance and eased his bulbous crown into her. Eyes
shut in pleasure and concentration she waited a second or so as her
body accommodated the large head. Now, waiting over, she slipped down
in that long slide, the exquisite pleasure of awaited impalement.
Grey-haired mound to grey-haired groin, buried deep to the hilt!

They lay -- cock-conjoined - still, absorbing  the pleasure of their
coupling

He flexed himself inside her and she caught her breath, shutting her
eyes to the wave of pleasure that soared through to the far depths of
her soul. She leant forward so her wonderful, bosom and nipples could
came to his mouth as he gathered them together to suckle both at the
same time.

Now she squeezed down on him.

He nipped her teats gently with his teeth in return and she squeezed
again, harder this time. He moved his hands to cup and hold the cheeks
of her rear as he moved at first gently then with more urgency inside
her.

"Come for me." He whispered.

"Oh yes, my lover," her response as she ground her clit against him,
now riding him hard, their bodies slapping and slipping together. And
then they were lost in the rising passion -- their swift arriving
climax crashing in on them both as he arched -- spearing deep up into
her - pulsing his life force where it belonged.

The tableau held for a few long seconds, their breathing ragged in the
passion reached, then slowly they came down from their high and he
held her to him, still deep, deep inside. He, and she -- his loving
and long-time mistress, wondering at the ardour they still could feel.

They dozed -- still coupled -- as the afternoon sunshine returned -
life and love were good.

Sven the Elder
(C) Spring 2008.

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