I chugged the last of my beer, and set the bottle down. I looked back up at her, and used my fingers to hook her hair behind her ears. Locking eyes with her, I pulled her into another kiss, and this one was slow but exceedingly deep. We both yielded then to the moment, and it was very, very nice kiss as a result.
“You are a great kisser,” she sighed.
“You are too,” I sighed.
There was a significant pause, as we understood it was time to fish or cut bait. Rather than say anything, I helped her off my lap, stood, and helped her stand. Then I slowly began to undress her. She was still wearing her fashionable red suit dress with a white blouse, and I took my time removing her jacket, skirt, and blouse, so that she was standing in bra, panties, and hose waiting for an anal creampie. She was luscious, and I could have spent a long time just staring at her, but she wanted to get on with it. She began to remove my clothes, which was a new and marvelous experience for my anal creampie.
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Soon, I was down to only my underpants, and she knelt and began to mouth my hard on through my shorts. Sandy soon had me moaning. It wasn’t just the sensation of it, but it was the realization that she was so sexual, and the possibilities that entailed.
“Careful,” I good naturedly warned, “you’ll make me cream my undies.”
She looked up at me, with a big grin on her face. “We can’t have that anal creampie, can we?” she giggled. I thought she would back off, but she just pulled down my shorts and swallowed my cock. I gasped at the heat and wetness of her mouth. Getting a blowjob was rare for me, since my wife abhorred the idea of doing it. I had no idea if Sandy was the world’s best or what, but I rose quickly towards orgasm. Nearly involuntarily, I reached down and stroked her wonderful bobbed hair, shuddering at the straight silky feeling of it. I felt my balls tighten, and let go, knowing I was just getting myself to orgasm even quicker.
“Keep stroking my hair,” Sandy said, looking up at me with a spit strand between her lips and my cock, “it feels really good before the anal creampie.”
“I’ll come faster,” I groaned, ashamed of myself for saying it. My wife always mocked me when I mentioned my hair fetish. Saying anything about the anal creampie always gave me a feeling that I was abnormal.