A few weeks after June's epiphany, I stopped by her place to see how she was doing. In the back of my mind, I had a feeling that her sexual adventures would not cease but be toned down. When I stopped by her house, she seemed very calm and relaxed. She had on an NCIS sweatshirt and shorts. We talked briefly, and I tried to dig deeper into her thoughts.
I asked June, "Would you like to go to dinner?"
"Yes, that would be nice," retorted June.
"Fine, place special where you would like to dine? Fancy and dressed to the nines, upscale, casual, or pizza?"
"How about casual but nice," responded June.
"How about Tuesday night about seven?"
"Great."
Tuesday evening rolled around in no time, and I arrived at June's place a little before seven. I was dressed in Arizona Casual, which meant a golf shirt and khakis. For June, she was dressed conservatively in a white turtleneck sweater, leather vest, jeans, and heels.
We went to the local gastro pub. It was busy Tuesday night, and I had to wait at the bar for thirty minutes. We had cocktails, talked, and finally got called for our table to kill time. The hostess showed us to a secluded table, sat down, scanned the menu, and ordered dinner. It was going to be a quiet, pleasant evening.
Dinner was great, and I asked June what she wanted to do next. Did she want to go gambling, somewhere else for drinks, a movie, or what? Instead, June wanted to return to her home and watch a movie on cable or DVD. So, we went back to her house.
On the way back to her place, I stopped at the liquor store and picked up a chilled bottle of Asti Spumante. It's not quite Krystal, but it's a tremendous sparkling dessert wine to share. When we got to her place, June wanted to watch Grease, and I followed her selection.
We got about halfway through the movie, and it was time for an intermission. It was time to stretch, pour the wine, and have some popcorn. I was in charge of the wine while June was on popcorn duty.
"Matthew, could you enter the front bedroom and get the soft blanket out of the linen closet while I finish the popcorn?"
"Sure, no problem," I said.
I got the blanket and wine, brought them to the couch, and waited for June to bring the popcorn. She returned with the refreshments but did not look the way she had left the room.
Now, June was dressed in her leather vest from dinner, thigh-high leather stiletto boots, and a long silver chain. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, see the moisture on her freshly shaved pussy, and smell the aroma of sex oozing from her pours.
June said in a low, sensual voice, "I put on something more comfortable to watch the rest of the movie."
Next, she switched off all the lights except two rock salt lamps. Every time she walked or moved, her tits bounced, and her tight ass wiggled in a very sensual gait. It was pure sex right before my eyes.
When June joined me on the couch, I found that June had switched the movies. She replaced it with a DVD of the classic porn scenes by the greatest X-rated sex stars of the 1980s.
June was ready for action. About a minute into the movie, her hand went right for my crotch, and mine went right for her tits. We were like a couple of high school kids making out when their parents were gone. The movie was playing, and we were getting down to business. In no time, June's head was in my crotch, and my hands were in her pussy, fingering her clit.
As we explored each other, June stopped, got up from the couch, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into her bedroom. When we got there, I undressed, got into bed, and discovered that June had outrageous plans for me.
June sat on my face instead of getting on the bed next to me. This bold move caught me entirely by surprise. All of a sudden, I had this juicy, aromatic, and quivering pussy on my face. There was only one thing to do, and my tongue was equal to the task. I started to eat and tongue fuck her to the best of my ability.
I must have been doing a great job because she was hanging onto the headboard and whaling like a banshee. Her breathing was erratic, and her voice muttering all types of filth and was starting to crackle as she was having mini orgasms. June was beginning to have her climax and loved every moment of it. Her body shook like a leaf; she shrieked and then went completely limp.
I grabbed her by the waist, shoved her down on her back, and spread her legs. Next, I slid my cock into her wantoning womanhood. June let out a groan, and I began to fuck her as vigorously as feasibly possible.
Suddenly, it was as if June got a shot of adrenaline. Her legs clamped around my waist, and I felt her fingernails raking down my back. She started to meet my thrusts with her arched hips and utter more filth from her sensual mouth. We were in unison and trying to fuck each other to death. It seemed I was trying to push her through the headboard, and she had aspirations of shooting me through the ceiling with her hip thrusts. Well, as all great things must end, we both got that feeling about the same time.
As a duet, "I'm cumming!" echoed in the bedroom.
June was quivering and thrashing all over the bed, and I just tried to unload everything that I had in my balls. We collapsed together and tried to recover from this sexual ordeal. We were totally exhausted, and two people were in desperate need of rest. After cleaning ourselves up, we fell asleep naked on June's bed. At about two in the morning, I remember going to the bathroom, and at about three, June went to work on me.
At first, I felt a warm, soft hand that was massaging my shaft. Then, in every man's dream, a warm, wet mouth engulfed my manhood. June loved to suck cock twenty-four-seven and did not miss many opportunities. As my eyes began to focus, I saw her head bobbing on my manhood. She was on a mission to suck every last drop out of me. After getting my bearings, it did not take her long to complete her objective,
"I didn't bother to tell you that I was about to blow my load because you were engrossed in your work and had never heard me. So, I gave you my best shot. Wow! That really felt great," I told June.
Her reply was, "It tasted even better".
June moved up to me at the head of the bed. She snuggled up close and started to talk to me, telling me what was on her mind.
"Remember when you first met me in the Outdoor Club? I want to get back into hiking the desert, foothills, plateaus, and the small peaks. I want to regain shape and become more physically active." said June.
"Well, from my point of view, you are in great physical shape and, after tonight's performance, really active. As for the hiking, you have to get your stamina back. I walk seven to eleven miles every morning. You need to start slow and increase your distances. It should take you about a month. You still got your hiking gear"? I asked June.
"Okay, I'll be ready in no time. I still have my shirt, shorts, shoes, and Indiana Jones hat," June replied.
True to her word, in about three weeks, June was ready to go hiking. I took her on several walks, and she was up to the task. I told June we would hike a five-plus mile loop trail with lower elevations in the foothills.