"Washday With Wendy" Part 2

Oops! As you can see, Parts 1 & 2 are in the reverse order, so please scroll down to Part 1 and begin at the beginning! Sorry about that ..............




Paul turned and put his cupped hands under her breasts and took some of their weight. He glanced down at the heavy fullness of her, "How could I leave these?"

They stood for a moment and she gave a little squeal of delight, as the head of his erecting penis touched her belly. She reached down and worked her panties off her hips and down her legs, and then hung the wet scrap over his penis. "Let me shower and I'll get dressed up in something pretty."

Paul and his cock would have been happy with her unshowered and in just the blouse but images of all that skimpy stuff on the clothes line popped into hismind. He said that showering was a great idea. Showering together, seemed like a wonderful idea but Wendy shooed him out of the bathroom.

She reappeared fifteen minutes later wrapped in a huge towel, "All yours", she told him, gesturing at thebathroom door, "this old lady has a miracle to perform."


He showered, trying not to hurry.

With a towel around his waist, he wandered through to the kitchen and into the living room. He heard faint sounds of her voice upstairs. She was singing.

In the living room, Paul found a half-finished crossword and he sat in an armchair to read through the clues. Out in the garden, her underwear fluttered in the sunshine. Her voice sang faintly above him.His cock lifted under the towel. He wished she'd hurry.

A door opened and closed. "Come tell me I look beautiful," she called.

He found Wendy on the stairs. She stood, looking down at him. She really had got dressed in something pretty. Every time he looked at this woman, she seemed more beautiful. Now she was dressed (or was that undressed?), in the cutest, skimpiest outfit. All black and all quite breathtaking. He was very aware of the towel and his nakedness under it. He gestured, "I'm sorry, I had nothing clean to wear."

Wendy looked down at him, silently giving thanks that he had stayed. Her hair was in its long pony-tail, defiantly grey and now with a velvet ribbon tied in a big bow. Her heavy breasts were in a too-small bra and her black stockings were held up by a lacy, black garter belt. A tiny, black thong that was silk and felt wonderful and very, very intimate down there at her crotch. A string of black pearls and pendant earrings completed the outfit. This was Wendy'smiracle. The expression on Paul's face made her heartbound.

He moved slowly up the steps, awed by the sight of her,"You're beautiful!" he murmured, "just beautiful," He meant it, very sincerely.

Wendy turned slowly on the step for him, "I've always wanted to be made love to on the stairs."
The thong was all but invisible from behind, hidden between the swells of her lovely ass, just a little triangle pointing into the cleft of her buttocks, like an arrow. Her white thighs contrasted with the tops of her gleaming black stockings.

He moved slowly up and stood two steps below her. The bare softness of her ass was inches away. He could feel the heat of her on his face. Oh the swells of her buttocks! Downy hairs gleamed gold in sunlight reflected from somewhere above! She was lovely. The scrap of black thong merely emphasized the nakedness of that ass. He bent and kissed the curve of a buttock, parted his teeth and gave her a little nip.She squealed, his cock throbbed. The towel slid off him.

Wendy turned back to face him. Her breasts seemed to be overflowing from the bra. Paul heard himself gasp and he wondered just how she could look so sexual and so beautiful and how he could be so lucky.

He realized that he now saw her as beautiful, where before she'd been 'old enough to be his mother.' Neither of them had really changed; or had they? Maybe he'd just opened his eyes? But she'd turned him on in her shorts and blouse, hadn't she? He shook his head.

Wendy read all of this in the seconds it passed through his mind and across his face. She saw the happy disbelief when he looked. She glowed hot inside, in her chest, then in the pit of her stomach ... thisyoung man was seeing her as beautiful, as desirable! She felt joy, utter simple joy. She felt young and hot on the heels of this awareness came a flood of desire that seemed to lift her heart, fluttering into her throat. Suddenly Wendy felt lust. No other word for it, pure, sweet, hot lust. She needed Paul's mouth and hands and cock ... now! Wendy was on fire!

She turned again, flaunting, displaying herself. Paul had to touch, to feel. He reached out and put a hand on each buttock and pressed the side of his face against her ass and closed his eyes, ... he was close to ecstasy!

He moved at last and peeled her buttocks apart and kissed her deep between. There it was, the tiny strip of her thong! She bent at the waist, and reached outand rested her hands on the step in front of her, the black-clad bulge of her pussy peeped out at him, beckoning.

She scrambled away from him then and climbed higher. Turning, she sat on the step and sprawled backwards on the small landing at the turn of the stairs. "Come kiss me Paul!" Her voice sounded deeper, husky.

He moved slowly up the steps after her. Her left foot rested on the first step down, the right on the second. She let her knees fall slowly open, an invitation.

"Would you kiss me and make me come?" she whispered, then added shyly, "Do you mind, I mean ...? Perhaps you don't like ..." she hesitated.

"Mind? Did you mind my coming between your breasts?"

A dreamy note crept into her voice, as she said shyly, "No! I loved that!"

"Well then, don't make this sound like a chore. I want to kiss you there!"

He bent and touched his lips to her centre, she smelled more of soap now and less of Wendy, which he thought a shame.

She moaned, "Do you know how long its been since anyone did this to me?"

He raised his head, "Let me try to make up for that. "Paul couldn't believe this was the woman he'd been so angry with, blaming her almost as much as his wife for his loneliness. He gazed at the black thong's sweet smallness, the dark escaping curls and the incredible contrast with the white skin of belly and thighs. His arousal was building, building.

She moaned and writhed, squirming her ass on the carpeting. "Please!" one word begging. The thong disappeared where it crossed her pussy, as if going up inside her and he wondered how it must feel being cut in half like that.

"Oh please, don't tease me!" Wendy was almost out of her mind with wanting.

He bent then and pressed his mouth against her again, pressing his lips into the softness of her covered mound. Silk he thought, the clingy animal feel of silk. Her moan was shut off by her thighs clamping over his ears, then she opened them again. Wendy writhed under his mouth and said "Yes!!" over and over again. She came quickly, suddenly. Hips bucking, she went from moist to soaking.

"No! she sobbed, "I'm sorry ... Oh god! ... I didn't want to come yet!"

She sounded so upset! He raised his head and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"It happened so suddenly, I couldn't control myself," she sounded angry with herself despite the tears, "I wanted you to go on forever, it felt so wonderful."

He smiled at her and then bent again, "I'll not stop until you beg me," he kissed her crotch lightly, "I might not stop even then."

But her coming had excited him wickedly and now his arousal screamed silently for attention, his cock was begging to be where his mouth was. If not for the earlier tit-fuck, he figured he'd have come all over the stair-carpet or jumped on her at this point. 'God but he wanted it, wanted her, and bad!!'

He hooked a finger in under her thong and drew it aside, out of her slit, pulling it deeper, tighter between her buttocks. Her pussy fur was a riot of dark curls, damp and flattened against her mound. Her widespread knees held her open. She was all glistening lips and folds, convoluted wetness begging for exploration. Paul slid his hands up her thighs, over her hips, then down around her, fingertips burrowing between her ass and the carpet. She raised herself,his hands slid under her and she lowered herself, trapping him.

He made love to her then with tongue and lips and teeth. He licked and sucked and nipped and Wendy came once and again or was it just two peaks of one orgasm? But Paul was too aroused himself to care and he fought to control her with his hands gripping her ass. She bucked and struggled, her mound bruising his mouth and nose. She got wet and her ass got wet and the carpetgot wet. She laughed and cried and screamed. Finally, in extremis she begged him to stop, and then begged forhis cock. She told him she wanted his cock, his cock in her, up her and now and here and please soon, please now.

Paul struggled his hands free. Wendy sat up and he looked at her dancing eyes and heaving breasts and wanted her desperately. She struggled up and turned, feet as wide apart as the step would allow. She bent forward with hands on the landing and thrust out her ass. "Paul!" she said his name and the word was a prayer and an order.

The insides of her thighs glistened wetly, her come and his saliva ... he thought her the sexiest thing he'd ever seen!

Finally he slid that beautiful cock into her, she thought her heart would burst at the joy of it.

How could part of the human body be so hot he wondered, so honey-slick-hot, like butter, like cream. Later, she told him he'd said these words aloud.

Despite their arousal, they were slow and gentle atfirst. They were new lovers. Cock and pussy strangers. Her breasts tumbled free of the bra, first one then the other. They hung and swung, as he slowly thrust in and she answered with her ass and hips.

He slid his hands round and found her, heavy and full and so soft. Her nipples were like hot pebbles. He swung her breasts apart and together, a soft, soft slap, But his cock never paused in its slow movements.

She felt his hands release her breasts and slide up to hold her hips. His cock withdrew until she was almost empty and then he began slamming into her.

Hours? Minutes? There was no time involved, just glorious giving and taking, taking and giving. A wonderful hunger. She just wanted and wanted, the slap of flesh against her ass, the plunging filling of her. He struggled and fought, seeking release. This he'd missed for weeks and months and a million years.

They would do this again, in a bed, gently, sweetly, taking forever ... but now! ... his belly and balls convulsed, a hot wire burned in his groin, down his cock. Boiling heat coursed out of him into her. Two of his scalding jets and she spasmed and flooded, rippling her orgasm along, around his cock, milking and sucking him with her pussy. He kept coming, they kept coming ...together.

For long seconds she bore both their weight. Then he shrank and withdrew, still drooling. Their mingling juices tickled and trickled down her right thigh. Somehow, tangled and gasping and laughing they collapsed onto the stairs.

Next? They went to bed and slept and woke and loved and were slow and gentle, frantic and hungry, loving and lusting.





.......... Wendy was beautiful again. Again? She'd always been beautiful but beauty needs to be seen. She loved Paul's eyes ... and his cock too!