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From: Sven the elder <sven_the_elder@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} Rainy Interlude
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Date: Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:10:04 -0400
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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
pulling 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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