From the author: All you lurkers...I see you. While I would love to hear from you, I understand if you just want to read and add to the fantasies in your own mind. Heck...don't we all do that? Enjoy. There's just one more chapter to finish out their little rendezvous. Thanks for reading.
Sabine filled the tub halfway before they stepped in. He sat back against the porcelain while she sat back against him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. The steaming water was soothing so both rested for a few minutes.
She lifted up one of his hands to admire them. It was rugged; the veins and tendons were more pronounced than on most of the male hands that she'd seen, and she found it quite attractive. "How many women has there been?" she asked curiously.
"How many women for what?"
"You know. That you've been with. Like me."
"I see. You want to know how many that I've taken to bed, yes? Don't you think that's rather personal?"
"So is sharing a bath with someone after having sex with them."
He chuckled. "Valid point. Are you sure you want to know?"
"I did ask."
"Well, Miss Lesley, there have been over thirty."
"Over thirty?"
"Yes."
Sabine swallowed. She knew he wasn't married and that he was almost fifty years old, but that was still a large number. At least to her.
"I suppose that explains your… appetite." She wasn't sure what other word to use.
"When I was younger, I was attracted to older women," he explained. "Older women – like older men – have a vast knowledge. Two ladies in particular really opened up my sexual world."
"They taught you quite well. I'd like to thank them. You're opening up my sexual world."
He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear. "How many men has there been, Miss Lesley?"
She didn't want to answer, but he'd answered her question. "Just five."
"That's not a bad thing."
She shrugged. "In comparison to you."
"Would you really want to be with thirty men?"
"Probably not."
"And how old are you?"
"Thirty-four."
"And I'm fifty-three, so I've got a few more years on you."
"You're fifty-three?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I suppose the experience factor is why I've always liked older men. The younger men just don't do it for me."
"I'm glad that you like me," he replied. "But we'd better finish up in here. I'm ready for you again."
"Yes sir." Sabine reached for the washcloth and soap, working up a good lather before turning around to face him. His gaze was intense as she focused on what she was doing; washing his arms and chest and then lower in the water.
He sat still until she was finished and then said, "My turn. Hand me the soap. Stay on your knees."
Using only his soapy hands, he slid them over her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, before sliding them up and down her body, finally landing between her legs.
"I think you need to come again, Miss Lesley," he purred. "Turn around and lean back against me."
Sabine rested her head on his shoulder once more and lifted her knees up. His left hand pushed her labia apart while a finger on the other hand flicked her clitoris relentlessly, just as she'd been doing to herself earlier. She stiffened immediately in reaction to him and began to moan.
Then he began to speak more Hungarian caresses, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Oh God," she groaned, amazed at just how quickly he could get her to the brink. "Yes…keep talking to me like that please." She was being wound up tighter and tighter every minute.
And then he began to scissor his fingers between her legs which caused her to shatter in seconds, crying out as he followed through her release while she writhed in his arms.
"You're so damn good at that," she panted. "Wow."
"Thank you, Miss Lesley."
They rinsed off the soap and quickly dried themselves before walking out of the bathroom hand in hand.
Sabine looked at the couch and got an idea. There was something she wanted to do but had never tried. And it certainly wasn't because her previous boyfriends hadn't tried to get her to do it; she just hadn't been comfortable.
"Can we sit on the couch?" she asked.
"Whatever you want."
He sat down first, but he quickly noticed that she was still standing.
"You're not joining me?"
She smiled nervously. "I'm working up my nerve to do something," she admitted with a small laugh.
"You should only do what you are comfortable with."
"Well, it's something I want to do, I just haven't yet."
"Not with anyone?"
"No."
"So I'd be the first?"
Sabine smiled. "Yes."
He smiled then. "I'd be most honored. Why don't you tell me what you want to do?"
She bit her lip. She was not used to speaking of sexual things like he was.
"I want to pleasure you with my mouth like you did to me earlier," she answered quietly.
"Mmm, I'd like that very much," he purred, his eyes glittering in anticipation. "Fetch a pillow from the bed first."
Sabine did so and returned to the couch.
"Put it on the floor here," he instructed, motioning between his legs. "Then you can kneel without hurting your knees."
Sabine put the pillow down and knelt on it between his legs.
"If I do something wrong, tell me, all right?"
He smiled and reached for her hands, squeezing gently. "There is no wrong, Miss Lesley. There is only finding out what someone likes best."
Sabine took a deep breath; she was a little nervous, but she wanted to do it. She had the idea, of course, but she didn't want him to be disappointed, either. She tried not to think of all the other women that had done it to him.
As she took him in her hand, he was already half erect, and she couldn't help but admire him for a moment. His manhood was like him; tall, distinguished, almost regal. His size was above the norm – at least her norm – and his sack was full and round with just enough dark hair to make him all man. She licked her lips.
He grew hard in her hand quite quickly, and the contrast between his silken flesh and the hardness was fascinating to her. Without thinking, she rubbed her cheek against him; he was so very soft against her face. When she rubbed her other cheek the same way, she heard him sigh.
"That feels nice," he said quietly.
Encouraged by him, she continued to rub her face over him, sliding her cheek along his length and then down to his sack and back up again. His soft moans spurned her on as it was turning her on, too. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his soft, silk rod against her skin. It was exquisite.
She continued, noticing how he began to move his hips, unable to keep them still, before he slipped his hands to her shoulders, squeezing and caressing.
"Miss Lesley," he breathed, reaching to cup her cheeks in his warm hands so that his eyes could meet hers. "Please take me in your mouth."
With his desperation making her feel bold, Sabine kept her eyes locked with his as she firmly wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, pulled it towards her a bit and then slowly slid her mouth over him. He watched her until her warmth enveloped him, causing him to close his eyes and lay his head back against the couch.
"Sabine," he whispered so quietly that she questioned if she actually heard it. It was the first time that he'd spoken anything but her last name, and it sounded delightfully sinful on his lips.
Holding him with one hand, she worked her mouth up and down. His sighs and moans continued until he began to whisper words in Hungarian which caused her to moan.
"Tell me what else to do," she said, wanting to provide as much pleasure for him as he had for her.
"You can use your hand along with your mouth," he answered. "Use your saliva to wet your hand and then slide it up and down behind your mouth. And squeeze as you do; that way it feels like I'm inside you."
Sabine did what he said; she was rewarded with louder groans and his hands gripping her shoulders, his fingertips digging in. His physical reaction to her encouraged her to continue and built up her confidence.
"You sure you haven't done this?" he breathed. "It feels divine."
Sabine was pleased and continued her attentions, thoroughly enjoying his whimpers and moans until he stopped her.
"Climb up here," he panted, helping her up from the floor. "I'm about to come, and I want to be inside you."
Sabine placed a knee on each side of his thighs as his hands landed on her hips and guided her over him. He slid into her easily, and they both took a moment to collect themselves.
After a few Hungarian whispers, he asked breathlessly, "Have you been on top like this before?"
"Only a couple times, but it was in a bed, not a couch like this," she answered, having difficulty focusing on the words as she moved slowly above him, unsure of her rhythm.
"I'm so close, Miss Lesley," he purred, gripping her hips to move her faster. "Ride me. Bounce up and down – yes, oh God – like that."
Sabine discovered that if she held on to the back of the couch, she could use it as leverage to impale herself on him hard and fast, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing around the room. He was grunting and groaning and breathing Hungarian when she began to feel the tingles of her own release.
In a bold move that was definitely unusual for her, Sabine grabbed his hand away from her hip and placed it between her legs. "Please. I'm so close."
He needed no further explanation as he positioned his thumb so that it would brush against her tingling nub as she bounced.
"Oh yes…mmm…right there," she breathed, willing herself to impale upon him even harder and faster than before. "Are you close? Can we come together maybe?"
"Let's try. I am dangerously close. Bite my neck when you're ready. That'll do it."
Sabine and he moved together as a machine about to bust apart at the seams, each desperately clamoring for simultaneous release.
When Sabine felt her muscles tighten, she bit down on his neck. As he let out a primal growl, her orgasm struck and only seconds later, he came, too, both more than overwhelmed at being able to feel the other's release. The joined pleasure drew out their orgasms until both were a panting, trembling tangle of heated, wet flesh on the couch.
She nestled her face in the crook of his neck while he hugged her tightly against him, remaining still as they caught their breath. Experiencing their pleasures together had overwhelmed both of them in a most fulfilling way.
When Sabine finally lifted her head and their eyes met, they both shared a tired, sated smile.
"That has never happened to me before," she admitted. "It felt amazing."
"It's only happened a handful of times for me. It's rare, but that had to be the best."
She gave him a disbelieving look. "Come now. I don't kid myself that I'm the best at anything. It's all right. You don't have to say that for my benefit."
He cupped her face in his large hands. "I have no reason to humor you, Miss Lesley. If I say something, it is truth. Yes, there have been just a few other times in my life when that happened, but that one with you definitely felt the best."
Sabine decided not to argue with him and to take him at his word. "All right…well…why do you think that is?"
"The pulses of your orgasm were stronger and more intense than the others'. I think that's what made it feel so good."
"You were the reason. You turn me on so."
"I must confess to you that while you are not the first guest to proposition me, you are the first one that I've taken up on it."
Sabine's eyes enlarged. "Really? Other women have come on to you at dinner, have they?" she asked playfully.
"Some were a little sneakier in their endeavors. One was quite bold," he admitted sheepishly. "But I was not interested in spending any intimate time with them."
"Then why me?"
Allowing his eyes to travel down her nakedness to where they were still joined and back up again, he answered, "Because I wanted you from the moment I saw you. You were so beautiful and alluring yet a little innocent at the same time. I wanted to corner you in the library, press you against the bookshelves and whisper in your ear that I wanted to warm your bed."
Her inner pelvic muscles twitched, and she licked her lips at the thought. "If I hadn't done what I did, would you have approached me like that? Cornered me in the library like you said?"
"More than likely. But when I saw your hungry gaze across the table, I got the answer I wanted."
"I was afraid you might tell me that I was being improper, that it wouldn't be right."
"Oh no, Miss Lesley. When I saw your look, I wanted to take you on the table right then, right in the middle of the main course."
They shared a laugh at his comment.
"How good of you to refrain," she said with a giggle.
"It took much willpower, I assure you."
Sabine leaned forward to kiss him tenderly with a bit more emotion behind it than she intended.
"Let's nap," he suggested when her mouth left his. "I'm not done with you yet."
Sabine held on as he stood, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.
"I sincerely hope not."
