By the time I made it to the top of the stairs I saw Mags’ had left a trail of clothes like breadcrumbs leading toward the shower. As I reached the door I had stripped off my pajamas, but was in such a rush to join her that I had forgotten to remove my socks. Thankfully it didn’t slow me down as my mouth devoured hers. My hands sought out her breasts, eventually slid through her trimmed pubic hair and began caressing her clitoral hood. She shifted her position leaning back against the glass door, propping her leg on the shower bench affording me easier access to her sex. My mouth moved to her breasts as she stroked my cock with her free hand. As I slid two fingers down gently separating the labia and into her she winced. Her reaction surprised me and I quickly but gently removed my hand. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I trimmed my nails….” Mags looked at me and said, “It’s ok. Come on, Luv. Let’s keep going. Don’t want to waste that nice hard cock, now do we?” By that time she had turned off the shower and was drying herself as she headed for our bed. Still perplexed by her experiencing pain at my touch I followed suit and joined her in bed. She took over and serviced me with her mouth in her usual, spectacular way. She was a master, with tremendous oral skills. Her lips and tongue could work magic bringing you to the brink and back until your body screamed for release. Depending on her mood or level of arousal she would let you finish on her tits or swallow you dry. She is a marvel. I was, for that moment, oblivious to any and everything but her servicing me.
Once the “happy ending” glow had receded and she nestled her head on my chest. I felt the time was right to gently ask her to explain her not coming home. “I did wait for you til the wee hours last night, you know,” I said while stroking her hair. She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I am sorry,” she replied softly, “Things didn’t exactly work out the way we planned.” “We did agree prior to your leaving that all our rules for your dates would remain in place, didn’t we? There was so little communication. One photo from early on along with the text. Then the cryptic short message around midnight. It worried me, but I knew you would be ok. It just seemed different.” Mags sat up, looked down at her hands and said, “I’m sorry for it happening the way it did, but you are right. This time it was different. I want this to continue.” “What exactly do you want to continue?” I could tell she was serious, if not determined to keep giving herself to this young man and there would be no way for me to dissuade her. “What happened last night? What caused you to decide this so quickly?” Mags took my hands in hers and said, “I will tell you everything you need to know, but there are things said between Sid and myself I will never share with you. Your playing the unsuspecting cuck required my creating the illusion of your indifference and inadequacy in satisfying me sexually. He immediately went from the shy young man in the garden to become my sexual champion, determined to please and fulfill my every whim.” I nodded and said, “Alright. I can deal with a single lover instead of searching for multiple strangers. It is safer for you and less worrisome for me. We will keep the pretense going for as long as you want, but you have to share the experience with me. You have to be open to my questions and update me with videos and photos when possible. Do you agree?” Mags leaned in and kissed me. “Yes,” she said.
I pushed her back on the bed, traced my fingers around her aureoles bringing both nipples to their peak and said, “Now tell me everything.”