Maricela and I had our date set for nearly a week. I would drive to her Silicon Valley condo after I got off work at 3:00 pm on Friday. Our plan was simple, we’d get naked, have fun, shower, go to dinner, return to watch TV, and snuggle the night away.
I met Marci almost one year ago at a friend’s 60th birthday party. She is the thirty-four-year-old best friend of my buddy’s daughter. I am now sixty, twenty-six years older than my young, curvy Latina friend.
It began simply as we sat at the same table that night for dinner. Marci’s “bestie,” Lori, my college friend’s oldest daughter, asked me to sit with them as she wanted to pepper me with questions about her parents in college. Doug and I were fraternity brothers; her mother, Cindy, was a Little Sister.
During that night, Marci and I had instant chemistry, and, yes, we flirted with each other. I was just joking around, never thinking I had a chance with this young beauty. Long story short, we ended up spending the night together in my hotel room and have seen each other regularly for the past year.
Marci and Lori both work in high-tech and tell stories of the lack of men to date in the valley. The guys are all software geeks with no personality. Marci and I quickly agreed upon an FWB “situationship” after our first time together. About every four to six weeks, we would spend a full weekend, or just twenty-four hours, at the other’s house, or meet somewhere in the middle. We’d go to dinner on Friday, do fun stuff on Saturday like normal couples, go to brunch on Sunday, and then the visiting person would go home early in the afternoon.
We both were trying to date in real life, but if we were not in a sexual relationship, we would continue our pseudo-relationship. During the year we both had two sexual hookups with our real-life dates. We’d get the agreed-upon STI tests and show the other our clean results, that way we didn’t have to use condoms. I had a vasectomy many years before, so there was no chance Marci could get pregnant.
Due to the holidays and other commitments, Marci and I had not been together since mid-November, making last night’s date our first in nine weeks. We both had mentioned how horny we were, and how much we were looking forward to spending time together. The truth was that despite our age difference, we had developed a real friendship from our many texts and phone calls. I had another social event planned for Saturday night, a crab feed fundraiser, so we’d just have about twenty-four hours together.
I texted Marci when I parked and walked to her condo door. Just before I knocked on the door it opened, and there stood Marci, all five-foot-ten of her. She looked stunning! The first thing I noticed was she was glammed up tonight, like the first night we met. She had on lashes, a bit more makeup than normal, and several tiny fake diamonds by her eyes. She wore a black sweater dress that hit mid-thigh and topped it off with thigh-high black boots. She looked so fucking sexy!
“Wow!” I stammered. “You look amazing!”
“C’mon in, baby,” Marci said.
We instantly hugged, said how much we missed each other, and began kissing.
“I’m surprised you’re not in lingerie,” I said.
Marci laughed, “I always wear lingerie when we get together. I thought I’d put on my dinner outfit for a change of pace.”
“I’m not complaining. You look great. And I love your eye makeup and bling,” I told her.
Marci asked if I wanted a beer, and I smiled. “You know me so well. Bring it to me in the shower, I want to freshen up after work and the drive.”
Twenty minutes later, I was on the bed waiting for Marci to return from the kitchen. I was naked and was stroking my thick six inches when she entered. “Looks like you’re ready,” she teased.
She turned on some music and slowly began a sexy strip tease. She put each foot up on the bed, unzipped her boots, and took them off. Then she slowly pulled her dress over her head. Marci wore a matching bra and G-string in a lacey black. She turned around, bent over, and slowly pulled down her G-string. This gave me a great view of her pussy and starfish. When she turned around, she took off her bra, held her tits in both hands, and teased her nipples with a pinch and a pull.
“You cock tease,” I whispered. “Come here.”
Marci slowly climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between my legs. She took hold of my cock and slowly began stroking me. “I’ve been wanting to suck your dick all week. And I want you to cum in my mouth too.”
The smile on my face was probably a foot wide. Yes, fucking is fun, but I love getting a blowjob and busting my nut in a woman’s mouth. “If you insist,” I said.
Marci licked my shaved balls several times before taking one sperm sphere into her warm, wet mouth, sucking on it like a Willy Wonka Gobstopper candy. I moaned loudly.
“Oh, fuuuuucckkk. That feels so good,” I sighed.
She giggled and kept on with the oral pleasure, alternating between sucking and licking my balls, shaft, and crown. Marci also used her hands to fondle my balls, tease my backdoor, and stroke my manhood.
After several minutes, I asked her to stop as I wanted to return the favor. Marci took control and said, “I’m going to sit on your face.” This was something that she loved to do as she felt in control of her pleasure.
She positioned herself over my mouth and gently lowered herself, keeping herself from dropping all her weight on my mouth and nose, allowing me to breathe. My tongue instantly began licking her slit and tasting her sweet-tart sticky syrup. I moved my hands to hold her hips, preventing her from moving too much.
Marci leaned forward, placing her hands on the tall headboard, thereby tilting her pelvis and giving me easy access to her clit. I slowly circled her hidden pearl. It soon appeared from under its hood and enlarged as I licked. She slowly was grinding and rocking on my face, trying to direct my tongue and apply more or less pressure than I was giving her with each tongue thrust.
“Jack, suck my clit,” she moaned. “Ooohhhh, that’s it, baby.”
I mixed it up between licking and sucking on her swollen tic-tac, causing Marci to moan in pleasure. Her pussy was flowing with her juices and while I was able to taste some, it was all over my face. As I lay there eating her gash, I felt a drip of her wetness run down the side of my neck.
It was then I felt her legs shake a bit. Then her midsection. I knew what was about to happen, so I went turbo on her pleasure nub by flicking it in rapid-fire succession, then sucking with all my might.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Marci panted as her breathing became labored. Her body was quivering in the first stage of orgasmic bliss, then she shook, and then she let loose, screaming, “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!” as she sat up.
