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	The Morning After
	by Ann Douglas
       (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two


	Moving closer, Estelle took his other hand
and guided it between her legs.  Placing it against
her hairy mound, she moved it back and forth.  As
with her nipple, his fingers caused her tiny clit to
grow hard.
	“Oh yes,”  Estelle said as she felt his
touch. “Right there.”
	Like she had said, some things were
beyond the needs of language as Tomas began to
work his fingers of their own accord.  Still
working his fingers between her legs, he used his
other hand to lift her breast and lowered his head
to meet it half way. The stiff, thick nipple slipped
easily into his mouth.
	“Mmmm”  Estelle purred as she felt his
tongue whirl around her nipple.  It was obvious
that Tomas was a great lover of breasts.
	He wasn’t doing too badly with his other
hand either, running his fingers up inside her
pussy. His technique was a little on the crude side,
Estelle thought, but she was more than willing to
overlook it in exchange for some of the other
benefits of youth.
	Her own hands were busy as well.
Holding his cock in one hand, she could feel it
growing hard once more.  She thought back to the
days when Tim could go at it two or three times in
a single night.  She suspected that Tomas would
be easily able to equal or surpass that record.
Her other hand played with his curly dark
hair, helping him maintain his hold on her breasts.
By this time, she had guided his mouth to her
other mound as well.
	Through it all, Estelle was experiencing a
level of sexual excitement she had not known
since her late teens.  If anything, the raging lust
she felt racing through her body was far greater
than those days when she had first given her body
to Tim Jones.
	Back then, it had been Tim who had been
the aggressor.  The one who had initiated sexual
passion.  Now it was Estelle who shepherded her
young lover along the path of ecstasy.
	Using hand motions to get her message
across, Estelle stretched Tomas across the length
of the large bed. She climbed on top of him,
straddling his muscular form at about his knees.
She took a breast in each hand and massaged it
roughly, paying careful attention to her large
areola and thick nipples.
	Estelle lifted one of her heavy mounds as
high as it went, bringing it within reach of her
mouth.  Reaching out with her tongue, she traced
a wet path across her hardened tips.  Switching
breasts, she repeated her performance on her
other heavy globe.  She knew that when they’d
first been married, little shows like this drove Tim
wild.  Having already seen that Tomas was a
breast man as well, she expected it had a similar
effect on him.
	Tomas reacted by reaching up with both
hands.  Estelle took them in her own and used
them to continue massaging her breasts.  The look
of delight on the young man’s face told the whole
story.
	“Usted es pechos es así que suave, he
soñado siempre sobre tales placeres.”  Tomas said
as he squeezed them hard, relishing the feel of
them.
	“I’m sure that’s a compliment.”  Estelle
said as she removed his hands and placed them
back at his side.  “But you just lie there and enjoy
what Estelle is going to do for you next.  You’ll
have another chance to play with my breasts soon
enough.”
	Leaving over, the 42-year-old took hold of
her mounds and pressed them against Tomas’s
rigid cock.  She could feel his hardness as she
pressed her pliant flesh against it.  Pressing even
harder, she moved her breasts up and down,
causing his manhood to disappear within her
bosom.  Tomas watched in fascination as Estelle
massaged his cock against her warm skin.  The
sensations flooding his cock were indescribable in
either language.
	“You like that, don’t you?”  Estelle smiled,
the lust within her now in total control.  “Well I
think you’re really going to love what comes
next.”
	Releasing her hold on her breasts, and in
turn that on his cock, Estelle lifted herself a little
higher off Tomas.  She shifted her body a bit
more, until her genitals hovered just above his.
Estelle reached down and took hold of his cock,
pleased with both its girth and hardness.  Holding
the wide mushroom shaped head, she placed it at
the still wet entrance to her passage of love.
	“All right baby,”  she said as she slowly
lowered herself.  “Now the fun really starts.”
	With an ease that Estelle found surprising,
considering how much larger she thought Tomas
was than her husband, the older woman felt him
slide up inside of her. She hadn’t realized just how
wet all of this had made her.
	“Oh yes,”  Estelle moaned as she felt
Tomas fill her.  “That is so, so good.”
“Muy bueno”  Tomas echoed as he felt the
walls of her pussy press again his cock.
	As good as Estelle’s cunt felt around his
cock, it felt even better as she began to rise and
fall.  Those sensations grew in intensity, fueled by
her up and down motions. The dark haired woman
stretched forward and braced herself against the
headboard.  Her breasts hung low, at just the right
level for Tomas to reach up and cradle them.
With a wide smile he began to play with them,
matching the movement of his hands to the
gyrations of their bodies.
	“Cójame!”  Estelle called out, remembered
one of the terms the teachers didn’t teach in
school, but that every kid in class quickly learned.
	Faster and faster the two lovers moved,
creating a symbiotic union.  Every movement of
their bodies, produced a sympathetic reaction in
the other.  A reaction whose intensity grew with
each repetition.
	Tomas wasn’t a virgin, but his too
previous experiences were both two brief to be
noteworthy.  His first had been with Modeste, his
girlfriend back home.  It had been her gift on the
night of  his 16th birthday.  Both of them had been
so excited that it was over before they realized it.
	His other experience had been with one of
the call girls that sometimes frequented the hotel.
There had been an altercation with one of the
customers and Tomas had kept the man from
beating on her.  She had given him a quickie as a
reward.  As the term implied, it had been over
even faster than his encounter with Modeste.
	Estelle could feel Tomas’s body tensing
beneath her, telling her that he was on the verge of
a second eruption.  She lifted herself as high as
she could without loosing contact with his cock,
then dropped down with all of her weight.  Up she
lifted herself once more, then down with the same
abandon.  It only took two more tries until she felt
the first warm burst of young manhood erupt
inside of her.
	Pulling his hot sweaty body against her
own, Estelle’s own orgasm was triggered by his.
Her mouth found his and she kissed him with all
the lust her body had contained.  A lust set free by
the explosion of their matching climaxes. All the
while, the juices of their passions mixed within
her.
	Even after their bodies stopped shaking,
Estelle held Tomas tight against her, bathing in the
joined warmth of their hot flesh.  The damp sweat
covering their skin mixed with the scents of their
exertions, a potent reminder of their joining.

	As they lay together in the early morning
light, the much-satisfied woman wondered what
her colleagues would’ve thought of predictable
and safe Estelle.  Would they now think of her in a
different light?  Well even if they didn’t, she knew
that she now would.
	Disengaging herself from Tomas, Estelle
stepped into the bathroom.  She turned on the hot
water in the shower, letting it warm up as she
took care of her personal hygiene.
	Estelle stepped out of the bathroom, still
nude.  Her body still radiated enough of the lust
that had consumed her to wonder if Tomas would
like to join her in the shower.  To her deep and
lasting disappointment, both her bed and the room
around it were now empty.
	“I guess it was too much to expect a third
time.”  Estelle said to herself as she stepped back
in the bathroom and into the shower.

	Estelle finished her shower and quickly
dressed.  As she organized her papers for the
eleven o’clock meeting, the last of the weekend,
Estelle thought about all that had happened to her
since last night.  An old saying came to mind.
Today was indeed the first day of the rest of her
life. And starting today, things were going to be
different.

	Estelle sat in the coffee shop, enjoying a
cup of coffee. Thankfully, the ringing in the back
of her head had finally stopped.
	“How’s your head this morning?”  said the
woman who sat down next to Estelle.
	“Good morning Janet.”  Estelle said to her
younger co-worker. “And to answer the question,
I’d have to say my head is fine.”
	“Then you must have a lot stronger
constitution than I do.”  Janet said, “Either that or
you’ve suddenly discovered a miracle cure for
hangovers.”
	“Maybe something like that.”  Estelle
smiled as she took another sip of coffee.
	“Well good, cause I just wanted to tell you
that it wasn’t my idea.”  Janet said.
	“What are you talking about?”  Estelle
asked.  “What wasn’t your idea?”
	“It was Maria’s idea,”  the blonde went
on.  “She thought it would be funny, and I guess
about midnight, plastered as we all were, it
seemed like a funny thing to do.”
	“I still have no idea what you are talking
about.”
	“The busboy,”  Janet explained.  “That
Mexican kid, Tomas.”
	Estelle suddenly turned deadly pale. Had
they seen her pick him up?  Drunk as she was,
who knows what she did in public.
	“Janet,”  Estelle said, trying to control the
fear in her voice. “What about the busboy?”
	“Well maybe I should start all over.”
	“I think that maybe you should.”  Estelle
replied.
	“Well it was about midnight,”  Janet
began, starting her narrative at a point Estelle
couldn’t remember.  "You were so drunk that we
had to carry you back to your room.  And I have
to tell you in all honestly, honey, you could loose
a few pounds.”
	“Never mind that,”  the older woman
interrupted.  “Where does the bellboy come into
all of this.”
	“I’m getting to that,”  Janet went on.
“Like I was saying, we had to carry you back to
your room, but you were too much for the two of
us to handle. Especially since we weren’t in much
better shape. So Maria got the busboy, who was
just finishing up for the night, to carry you for us.”
	“Well that explains how he got to my
room,”  Estelle thought.  “If not into my pants.”
	If was after we got you out of your clothes
and into bed that Maria got the idea that it would
be funny to have you wake up with the kid in your
bed.  Especially since you’d have no idea how he
got there. She explained the joke to the kid in
Spanish and even gave him $20 to play along.”
	“So it was all a practical joke?” Estelle
asked in disbelief.
	“Of course,” Janet said with a broad smile.
“Maria said that the look on your face when you
woke up and saw him would be priceless.”
	“Oh it was priceless all right.”  Estelle
laughed loudly as she realized what she had done.
“You’ll never know how priceless it was.”

END


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