Better Late Than Never

Better Late Than Never Better Late Than Never

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

This is a rewrite of a previous submission, 'Lunch Can Be So Tasty', but written as an FF story.

Summary

This is a rewrite of a previous submission, 'Lunch Can Be So Tasty', but written as an FF story.

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Submitted: February 12, 2014

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Submitted: February 12, 2014

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Better Late Than Never

Isn’t it funny how things happen, how love can strike out of a clear blue sky, unbidden, but oh so welcome.

It had taken two whole years since Susan and I had first met, to finally agree on a date when we could meet for lunch. My name is Penny, thirty years old, five feet eight inches tall with long naturally white blonde hair framing a pretty, or so I’m told, face, with brilliant blue eyes and wide, red, perpetually smiling lips. I’m slim, but have large breasts for my size, 34C. I wear glasses, but they really don’t detract from my looks. Today I was wearing a tight, white, sleeveless dress that emphasized my breasts, its short skirt setting off my long, slim legs to very good effect. And oh yes, I’m gay, and very happily so, though I was unattached at the moment and had been for quite a while.

I wondered how much my choice of clothing reflected my wish for something more than just lunch. Who was I kidding? I had made myself look as sexy as possible in the hope that I would be attractive to Susan. If she was straight, then nothing lost, except my feelings, and only I could control those.

“Susan, it’s so good to see you!” I exclaimed as I walked up to the short, small-breasted, pretty woman with shoulder length chestnut hair, dressed in an emerald green blouse and slacks, who was waiting for me on the sidewalk outside the pub. “You look gorgeous.” And she did, even prettier than I remembered, though she too wore glasses, which did nothing to spoil her looks.

“Penny, hello.” she replied, blushing and holding out her hands and grasping mine. As she did so, I could feel my nipples harden, and embarrassingly tent the front of my tight dress, but there was nothing I could do about it, so why worry. At the same time, and it may have been my imagination, I could have sworn that Susan’s nipples were also hardening, noticeably so, under her emerald green blouse. What, did you really think I didn’t look?

As I’ve already mentioned, we’d known each other for a couple of years, since she had paid my office a visit. We had hit it off at once, she had suggested we have lunch together then, and on several occasions since, but we never had. Until today, and in spite of a spark that had passed between us when we’d first met, I had no idea if she was straight or gay. Nevertheless, I’d been looking forward to this meeting ever since we finally agreed to get together. How Susan felt, well, only time would tell.

I ushered Susan into the pub, she turned into the booth area, chose the end booth and slid in. “May I sit next to you, Susan?” I asked, and added, with a grin, “I promise to be on my very best behaviour.” “Of course you can sit next to me.” she replied with a laugh and a blush. “Though I wouldn’t want you to be too good.” Well, well, was she sending me a signal, I wondered? I was going to find out, whatever the result, so slid in next to her.

We were followed to our table by a waitress, who took our order, a pint of on-tap Strongbow cider each and, as it was Friday, the pub’s signature fish and chips. “So,” Susan grinned at me, “we finally made it, we’re actually having lunch together. See, I told you when we first met that it would be a good idea. What took us so long?”

“I haven’t a clue.” I replied. “It just seemed as though every time we thought of it one or the other of us was already doing something else but, as you said, we’re here at last, so let’s enjoy ourselves. Perhaps I should add that I really hope you weren’t joking when you told me you didn’t want me to be too good. You’re looking so pretty Susan, I don’t think I could stay very good for very long. Oh dear, I hope that doesn’t embarrass you.”

“Not in the least, Penny, and thank you kindly.” she replied with a blush and a grin. “You look gorgeous yourself. I do hope that you won’t be too good, because you really do attract me, you know.” If that wasn’t another hint I didn’t know what was!

With that, we each took a long draught of our ice-cold cider, which stopped our breath for a few seconds. We would have to be careful, Strongbow cider is very strong, has a delicious kick, and we each had a pint to take care of!

As we waited for our fish and chips, we sipped our cider and chatted about our jobs. We both worked in the same field, so had a lot to talk about, had many friends and co-workers in common, so the time flew until the waitress returned with our meals in two wicker baskets.

We ate our food and continued sipping until we began to develop a buzz, and our conversation began to loosen up, becoming a lot more personal. Funny how alcohol does that!

It turned out that Susan was a long-time divorcée with two teenaged children. Well that puts paid to that, I thought, she’s straight after all. Nevertheless I asked her, with malice aforethought, how she made out for sex. It turned out that she had a good friend, sex not specified, with whom she got together from time to time, whenever the itch needed to be scratched. “And does your itch need to be scratched often?” I asked with a grin.

“Much more often than I’m able to get it scratched, I’m sorry to say,” she replied mournfully. Then, with a big grin, “though I’m really hoping that might change in the very near future.”

As we chatted we moved closer together on the seat until we were sitting, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh, and even though my gaydar screen was only flickering, I was very surprised, but very excited, to feel her hand gently touch my inner thigh under my skirt, which was now pulled high on my thighs, as she looked directly into my eyes, a wide smile on her lips, revealing the white, even teeth underneath.

I think I mentioned earlier, perhaps several times, that Susan was very pretty, small, petite with small breasts. This latter point obviously bothered her, because she suddenly said “I so love your breasts, Penny, they’re so big, such a lovely shape, and under that white dress they look simply magnificent. Mine are just too small. I’d give anything if they were bigger.”

When I’d caught my breath, I grinned at her and told her “Susan, your breasts are just about perfect. Size isn’t everything, and you’re a small woman. They look beautiful to me, suit you perfectly.”

“So they’re ‘just about’ perfect, are they? What do you think they need to make them perfect?” As she said this, she grinned evilly, and slid her fingers further up my inner thigh until they were just grazing my by now very damp panties, her sharp fingernails tracing the shape of my wet and swollen, silk covered lips.

I took a deep breath. Damn and blast, surely a straight wouldn’t do that, would she? “All I meant by ‘just about, Susan,” I stuttered, conscious that her roving fingers were causing my juices to flow copiously, “was that they haven’t passed the touch and taste test, very important factors in establishing breast quality. Visually, they’re beautiful, and if I partly close my eyes I can imagine them nestling in silk cups.”

Susan burst out laughing. “Don’t I wish! I buy plain, cotton underwear from the budget store around the corner, and it does just fine. But silk does sound very appealing, I must try it sometime. I notice that you’re wearing silk, and I love the feel,” referring of course to my panties, which she was now stroking with apparent pleasure. “So, tell me more about the touch and taste test? It sounds quite intriguing.”

It’s hard to explain.” I grinned, breathing heavily from the ministrations of her fingers. “It’s really much easier to demonstrate, but this isn’t the most convenient place for that. People would be stacked up outside the window cheering us on. Maybe people we know and work with! And anyway, I wouldn’t want to do anything that might offend you. Besides, your fingers feel so wonderful I’m going to cum any minute now and I’d much prefer that happened with you in private”

“You’re right.” giggled Susan. “That wouldn’t work at all. But just for your information, Penny, I can’t think of anything you might do that would offend me. Listen, I think I should explain something, clear the air so to speak. I know I’ve been married and have a couple of children, but I’ve always had a much stronger attraction to women than to men, the main reason why my marriage broke up. You excite me tremendously, which is why I’m loving feeling you, but I want a lot more, very soon, so any other suggestions?” She squirmed on her seat and added, “Besides, my crotch is letting me know just how absorbent cotton is, I’m so excited, but everything has its limitations.” As she said this, one of her fingers slipped under the hem of my panties and slid into the slippery, depths of my tight, wet, tunnel, bringing me to the brink of orgasm

With a perfectly straight face, or as straight as I could manage under the circumstances, I panted into her ear, “You know the Holiday Inn a block away? Why don’t we play hooky the rest of the afternoon and get a room. That way I can give your breasts their final examination and we can enjoy ourselves immensely, all in one swell foop. Sorry, too much cider, one fell swoop.”

She looked at me, removed her obviously wet fingers from between my legs, and licked them, before giving me a quick kiss, just brushing my lips, and giggling. “You’re very cute. How fast can we get out of here? Do you need to call work to tell them you won’t be back? I don’t.”

“I don’t either.” I replied. “We’re out of here.” We paid our bills at the bar, crossed the road, a traffic-free zone, and within five minutes had registered at the Holiday Inn and were entering our room. The receptionist hadn’t even blinked when we signed in, which wasn’t surprising as this area of cafes and restaurants doubled as a red light district, so guests arriving at all times of day with no luggage and practically panting probably weren’t too unusual.

We were both extremely nervous, although I suspected that we had both been thinking about this possibility long before we met today. I knew I had, and the signals I’d been receiving from Susan told me that she probably had too. As the door closed behind us, we looked at each other and I took her hands in mine. “Susan, are you sure you want to do this? If you have any doubts at all we can leave right now and no harm done.”

“Penny, I’ve been wanting to do this for two years. If you think I’m going to chicken out now, forget it. Do you want to back out?”

“I’m not leaving here until I’ve at least established the absolute perfection of your breasts, Susan. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time too, and have no intention of backing out now. Besides, the excitement of your finger inside me has brought me to the edge of orgasm and I have every intention of undressing you and doing the same to you. I wanted to do it slowly and gently but you have me in such a state that I just want to jump your bones!”

I led her to the king bed, sat, removed our glasses and placed them on the end table, pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, our kiss wonderful and prolonged, her lips so soft and sweet. Susan smelled delicious, tasted better, and we allowed our tongues to meet, to merge, to entwine, each of us moaning with growing lust and deep enjoyment. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips again, her nose, her ears, everything about her was so new, so delicious, we had been looking forward to this for so long. She tasted wonderful, smelled better, a soft floral fragrance that was driving me wild.

I pulled back from her, just a little. “I think it’s about time I conducted my little investigation. No, I didn’t mean to say that, really, I didn’t mean to say little.”

“You’re an idiot!” she giggled. “Stop talking and do it, I can’t wait any longer.”

I had to giggle too, and with shaking fingers began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, one button at a time, until I reached the waist of her pants, pulled her blouse out and slid it off her shoulders. No doubt about it, she was wearing a plain cotton bra, not even padded, which meant that her breasts were probably a little larger than I had imagined. I touched them, stroked them, feeling the firmness of the flesh under the soft cotton. She gasped at my touch, and as I watched, I saw her nipples pucker and harden again, tenting the thin material, inviting my thumbs to gently rub them, which they were only too happy to do.

I reached round behind her slim body, and as we kissed, briefly, found the clasp of her bra and unfastened it, allowing it to fall forward off her shoulders. I was right, her breasts, though small, were beautiful. They had developed a bit of a droop, not surprising at our age, but were otherwise firm, and oh so soft. Her areolas were unusually large, puckered, pebbled and puffy, a beautifully dark pink, her nipples, also unusually large and long, and a lighter pink, thrust forward, begging me to take one in my mouth, to suckle it, to nibble on it. How could I resist such an invitation!

Susan whimpered as I suckled, nibbled, loving the sensations that were flooding from her breast, deep into the pit of her stomach. As I suckled, my hands had closed on the globes of her very cute, very firm bottom, and they kneaded the firm flesh with joy.

I just had to taste her other nipple, so broke off and closed my mouth on it, sucking it deep int my mouth, closing my teeth gently, both suckling and nibbling until her whimpers grew in volume and she emitted a low scream.

I disengaged from her nipple, looked into her eyes and grinned “Susan, you’ll be very pleased to learn that you’ve passed the touch and taste test with flying colours. Your breasts really are beautiful, completely beautiful, feel magnificent, so very soft, and taste wonderful. I just love your big nipples. But now that I know how lovely your breasts are, I must find out more. There’s a wonderful aroma rising from between your legs and it’s intoxicating. I just have to do some more exploring.”

“Don’t you dare even think about stopping!” she gasped as my fingers unfastened her slacks and pulled down the zipper.

Her aroma increased in volume, increasing our passion even further, if that was possible. I eased her slacks down over her thighs, over her calves, until she kicked them off impatiently. Yes, her panties, too were plain, white cotton, as she’d claimed, and were very, very wet between her legs, the source of the beautiful smell.

I touched her mound, her very wet mound, and she gasped, peeled down her panties, which she kicked off in frustration, to reveal a very prominent, totally smooth and clean shaven mound, the lips swollen and split, her deep dark slit pearled with her juices, very obvious and inviting.

I fell to my knees, pulled her to me, licked the length of her swollen, red lips before inserting my tongue into her slit, which drew a small scream from Susan as I found the hard shaft, yes, shaft, not button, of a very large clit, which slid into my mouth so very easily.

Susan shuddered, moaning loudly as my tongue caressed the head of her clit, licking it, sucking it, again and again, harder and harder, until her climax rolled over her, she screamed loudly, and exploded in an enormous, orgasm, her sweet cum spraying over my face.

She collapsed onto me and we fell back onto the bed, my arms holding her shuddering, whimpering body tight.

“Dear God, Penny, I think you just killed me!” she muttered as she clutched me, gasping for breath but with a huge smile on her face. “I suspected that you were gay, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to find out that you really are.” The realization of what she’d said suddenly struck her, and her brow furrowed. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, you idiot” I giggled, “Do you really think I could have fucked you the way I just did if I wasn’t? I’m just as happy to learn that you are too. I just wish we hadn’t wasted two whole years. Can you imagine the fun we could have had? Never mind, water under the bridge, but I would love to make up for lost time with you Susan. If you’d like to, that is.”

“I told you, you idiot, that I’d been looking forward to this since we first met, and I’m longing to take it wherever it might go.” she replied.” You make love so wonderfully, my dear Penny, that I hope it goes a long, long way. I feel very close to you, you dear woman and, I want to learn everything about you, in and out of bed. Is that being too forward? Am I scaring you off?”

“Not a chance, my darling, I feel closer to you, even after this short time, than I have to any woman, and I want your company just as much as we can possibly manage. I’m overjoyed to hear that you feel the same.”

With that, we lay and cuddled for a while, holding each other tightly, breast to breast, whispering to each other, touching each other, loving the feeling of closeness, of comfort, of happiness.

“It’s your turn, Penny.” whispered Susan, a smile in her voice. Her fingers stroked my face, traced my lips, found their way into the valley between my breasts, gently stroking the soft skin with her fingertips. “Stand up, sweetheart, let’s get this dress off.”

I stood, Susan pulled down my zip, and my dress fluttered down to the floor. She gasped as I stood before her in a white, silk bra and matching tiny thong. “Oh you!” she giggled. “You are wearing silk, and how beautiful they look.”

“As it happens, they’re just for you, though I had no idea when I put them on this morning that you’d be seeing them. I hoped, but I didn’t know. Now I’m so glad I did and that you like them.”

“I love them, sweetheart, but I’m sure you won’t mind if I take them off?” “If you don’t, Susan, I’ll take them off myself.” I giggled.

As she kissed me, she reached round behind me and unclasped my bra, eased it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her hand fell to my thong, stroked the wetness of its front panel with a sharp fingernail. I moaned into her open mouth, encouraging her to slide the thong down over my hips until it, too, fell to the floor.

As she pushed me back onto the bed, Susan’s kisses descended over my soft throat, my bare, firm breasts, hard nipples, which she kissed and suckled for what seemed like forever, so wonderful, before trailing down my stomach to my prominent, white-blonde mound, yes, I was a natural white-blonde, with its gaping slit, into the slit, tasting my juices and cum, slurping the length of my soft folds, into my dripping cunt, sucking my clit into her mouth as she inserted a wet, slippery finger into the puckered rosebud of my ass. My trembling and bucking increased until, with a long scream, our neighbours must surely have called the police by now, I came, my girl cum splattering over her face until she was forced to move, or be drowned.

I trembled and shuddered in Susan’s arms as she clambered up my body and held me tight. “Two years!” I gasped. “Two wasted years. We could have been doing this for two whole years, but now I’ve found you, we’ve got all that time to make up for."

“And I’m not finished.” Susan grinned from a cum-splattered face. “I have more planned for you, unless you’d like me to stop of course.”

“Don’t you dare!” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you. You’ve made love to me today better than any other woman ever has, and I need more.”

“Oh yes, and how many other women have there been?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.

“That’s none of your business, Susan!” I exclaimed.

“Hey, you brought the subject up.” she laughed.

“Twelve.”

“Twelve what?”

“I’ve slept with twelve women in my life.”

“Is that including me?”

“Yes, that’s including you! What do you think I am, a sex maniac?”

“Well, on this afternoon’s evidence........”

“Don’t you dare go there!” I giggled, leaping on her, kissing her, licking the cum off her face. “So you’ve got more planned, eh? So, are you ready to go again, or is it all talk?.” I reached down, slid a finger between her wet, swollen lips and when she moaned, smiled and whispered “Oh, I think you’re ready, sweetheart, wet and ready. Right, hands and knees.” I laughed. Susan did, got onto her hands and knees on the bed and backed up. I was right behind her, between her spread legs and was presented with a beautiful view of the soft, smooth, white globes of her beautiful ass, the deep cleft between them, at the bottom of which was her puckered, tight hole, and below that her gaping cunt, lips spread wide, still wet from our last encounter. I kissed her ass lovingly, the two white cheeks, down into the cleft to her tight puckered hole and thrust my tongue inside.

She whimpered as I did this, pushing back against me, forcing my tongue further inside her. As she did this, I slipped two fingers deep into her wet cunt, which was now even wetter as she’d been producing more and more juices.

Susan screamed as my fingers and tongue thrust into her, shaking and trembling in my arms until her climax broke over her and she sprayed her sweet cum over my face as I had done to hers.

Once again we collapsed into each other’s arms, Susan trying hard to breathe. We lay there, holding each other, kissing softly, whispering words of love and appreciation, passions rising until, after another long drawn out session of lovemaking, during which Susan took me to places I’d seldom been before, time came, far too soon, for us to leave.

It had become obvious that we were in the process of developing a very special relationship, but as Susan had to leave to meet her children, we dressed quickly, and went our separate ways, but not before we’d made eager arrangements to meet again, soon, very soon. We agreed that we would have to work out how Susan would introduce me to her children and hoped that our meeting would be positive. I didn’t know if they knew of her sexual preference, but I would hope and pray that they did and that they would approve of their mother’s new girlfriend. Hopefully that meeting would take place sooner rather later. Until then, now we had finally found each other we would do all we could do to spend as much time as we could together. And who knew, maybe I was destined to become a mother yet!


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