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A Storm Cumming
They were predicting a major Nor’easter here in New England. I had come home early just to make sure the house was all set. Not that I was really worried. Even though we looked over the outer harbor, we were high enough that even the infamous Blizzard of ’78 with its 20-foot surge was more than fifty feet below us. In addition, the heating was gas switchable to gravity feed hot water. The stove, actually, all cooking places were natural gas too. Even the hot water heater was gas. We had plenty of candles and lanterns. So if we lost electricity, we would have light, cooking, heat, could bathe, and it was cold enough that food wouldn’t spoil if we put it outside.

I checked around the outside of the house to make sure all was tight and secure for a wind predicted to be over sixty miles-per-hour. I made sure the wood for the fireplaces was in easy reach. Although each had a gas log, the wood was really for flavor and scent, being hickory, apple, and other fruit trees.

I went inside, showered, shaved, and put on my bathrobe. I then started to get dinner ready. It was now beginning to snow in large silver dollar size flakes. These usually indicate a wet snow shower of an hour or so. This time though, the wind picked up. Within a half hour the snow turned much smaller and was falling fast, almost an inch.

It was starting just like the old Blizzard of ’78. That one left six feet of snow over the region. The sea swelled to twenty feet above normal high tide flooding the coast with icy salty water. The wind was recorded at hurricane force, seventy-five miles-per-hour. It snowed for two and half days solid. People had to abandon their cars on the highways by the hundreds. Thousands never made it home. They ended up in a shelter and power lines were down. Massachusetts and the region were shut down for a week. No driving was allowed and all but food stores closed.

I was getting a little worried about my Lady B, but she did say she would leave early. As I’m thinking this, I hear the door open. She parks the car and comes up stairs hanging her coat in the closet. She walked over, caressed between my bottom cheeks through the bathrobe, and gave me a big passionate kiss. Our tongues dueled but I was unable to put my arms around her as my hands were a mess from dinner preparation.

I had planned a dinner of grilled salmon form the hearth, with a tossed mixed salad, and a few home fries. Desert would be ice cream.

Lady B, seeing my momentary helplessness in the hand department slipped her hand into my robe and around my growing penis. With her touch it became fully erect and at attention. While we were kissing, she fondled by testicles and stroked my stiff member by very lightly caressing it with her fingernails. Taking advantage of my helplessness with my messy hands, she just wouldn’t stop kissing. So we kissed tongues, caressing for more than five minutes. At this point pre-cum began to seep out of the tip of my penis. When she felt the liquid, she dropped to the floor and took me into her mouth licking up the pre-cum. She was always telling me how much she loved the tasted of this bodily fluid of mine and my cum, sperm liquid. She lustily suckled me using her tongue as a cup to taste my pre-essence. Then really taking advantage, she wet her fingers. She started to probe my anus. Sliding one finger in, she massaged the opening so she could get a second finger in. Then she fingered my ass as I would do her vagina, in and out. All the while, she is fondling my testicles with the other hand and sucking and licking my erection.

She loves to pleasure me this way and I always reward her by shooting gobs of come into her mouth which she savors while swallowing down. I could feel myself beginning the peaking process. So I asked, “Hon do you really want me to nearly empty into your mouth now or do you want a good amount for later.”

“But you taste, and smell, and feel so good”, she answered with me in her mouth. “But you are right. I’ll settle for a little taste for now.”

LB was an expert when it came to my orgasms. She knew just how to control them. She continued and as I started to come, she clamped down on the hard penis just below the scrotum and above it with just enough pressure to allow her to drink a small mouthful of my essence. Letting me go as I went flaccid, she licked her chops and grinned. Then we kissed.

“So how wet are you?” I asked.

“Do you want to see?” I nodded and she pulled her skirt up. Her panties were wet all the way up to the top of her pubic hair. It looked beautiful.

Why don’t you go up and start a shower or a bath?” I said to her. “I’ll be up to help you as soon as I’m finished down here.

“That sounds enticing," she replied in a sultry voice and went off up the stairs.

I finished with the marinade for the fish of light soy sauce and thyme; finished the salad. I par boiled the potatoes for home fried and set the tray.

Outside it was definitely getting worse. Putting on the TV, the report came in the another low was developing off the coast as this one was getting stronger and the tide were going to be astronomically higher than normal. It truly was like the Blizzard of ’78 all over again. Well, we were secure. So, we might as well enjoy the ride.

It took about twenty minutes for me to do all that. Meantime, LB was deciding where to wash. First, she took off her skirt and hung it up. It was a tailored skirt mid knee in length, very businesslike. Her blouse is what I call semi-sheer. There was just enough sheerness to see the lace texture of her bra without being able to really see anything. This she tossed into the hamper. Her stockings came off next. She liked to wear the kind that looked like they are worn with a garter belt even though they are really pantyhose. (That is very sexy. On going to work of course, she wears panties. It is more professional, but she prefers not to wear panties and when with me she doesn’t.) She put these aside to wash later.

LB’s bra fit her perfectly. She is a C-cup in some bras and a B-cup in others. I could never guess, she makes sure they fit well. This one is lace with a front closure and small straps. The cups just barely covered her aureoles. Moreover, it shows off her cleavage wonderfully. Off it came. She glanced at her breasts. Even at her age, they still don’t sag, looking like they did over twenty years ago in her teens, perky, firm yet soft and round. The panties were a high cut leg, plunging bikini type with a strip of silk just wide enough to cover only half her cheeks. Its front panel was of very sheer mesh, the kind that shows all and even more when wet.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was still a sexy beauty; buttocks still firm, legs taut, stomach almost flat. Looking at her own pubic hair, she thought again about how much I loved it. She was not curly like most women. Rather her hair was wavy. It was black or very dark brown, very full, and yet trimmed to the edge for a bikini and around her vaginal lips. LB knew I thought it was perfect and loved to just run my fingers through it for no reason at all.

Walking into the bathroom, LB was trying to decide on a bath or shower. Our bath was really a Jacuzzi built with room for three, so we would have room for our love games. The jets were positioned in just the right way for her to use them as a toy to come, massage her breast and anus, and for me to use also. It was also equipped with two waterproof vibrators and a hand water massager. The shower was big enough for us to lay out in with water capable to be sprayed all around. It also had a bench for two. The stationary jets were placed for the sexual gratification of both of us, together or individually. It, too, had to vibrators and a hand water massager.

Actually, the bathroom was designed for romance complete with a fireplace. Many times we spent our evening making love in one or the other or both.

I found her in the shower. Through the glass, I could see she was half lathered in suds. One hand was between her legs and the other kneading her left breast. I watched for a few moments while she masturbated, my penis growing in size. We both enjoy watching each other do this and being watched while doing it, though joining in is best.

I took my robe off and went in with her. Taking the soap, I washed her back and backside, in between the cheeks. Slipping a soaping finger into her anus, LB moaned in pleasure as I cleaned her there. With my other hand, I washed her vulva running a finger around each lip and twirling around her clitoris. There was more moaning from her. I washed her legs from the back. She bent over wanting me to finger her anus while caressing her clit. I hushed her, indicating for her to be patient. Then I turned her around so I could start her front. I washed first her left hand and arm up to the shoulders and arm pit, then the right. I washed over to her breasts, kneading them gently. I then rinsed them off and started to suckle them. LB responded by reaching out and stroking my erection. While suckling her, I washed down her belly finally reaching her pubic hairs. I caressed her Mon’s enjoying her hairs and then circled her clit with my finger.

LB could now barely stand, so I sat her down on the bench. It is the part of the bench with a split in the seat. I adjusted the sprays to massage her nipples. I then spread her legs and started to lick the lips of her vulva. She was well lubricated with her own juices. The taste of honey. I lubed my fingers and reached under her to get to her available anus. Sliding one in, I massaged her opening until a second one slid in easily, within seconds and then a third finger. I then slid them in and out all the while licking and suckling her honey vagina and clit. Moaning and slightly bucking in rhythm with my fingers, she held my head into the love nest. She cried out in one, two, three, four, five waves of orgasm before she calmed down.

I slid my fingers out of her and covered her tingling love area with my hand. I rose up and kissed her, guiding her up to a standing position. We kissed for a long while. LB then stepped back to the ledge we had built so we both could stand facing each other with me in her. She moved my hand from her, took hold of my erection and slid it into herself.

We stood kissing and caressing each other’s back hardly moving. LB used her vaginal muscles up and down my erection. It was heaven. We stood like this for a half an hour. Gradually the tensing was building in me. I was finally beginning to buck. LB lovingly kissed me even more passionately. Holding my buttocks, she pulled me more into herself. I slid my hands down to her cheeks. Then without a signal, we both slid a finger from each hand to the other’s anus and twirled them around inside. Our orgasm was building and finally it came in load moans with me filling her love canal with shot after shot of come. LB having a dozen waves after wave of coming to match my shooting. We stood just holding each other for another five minutes before getting out.

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