aardvark summer

I knew what was happening, of course, but I never imagined that middle
aged couples actually did it. Amy seemed to be shocked too, and she
pressed close to the wall for a better look. My erection was so big
that I couldn't hide it anymore, but I was so into what was happening
in that room I didn't really care. When Amy shifted position to get a
better look, my stiff cock poked uncomfortably into the side of her
hip. Before I could adjust it, she moved again, this time briefly
standing on her tiptoes, so that my dick popped down between her legs.
Almost without thinking about it, I began sliding it back and forth,
feeling a hint of warmth and wetness. Gradually, my sliding cock
spread her pussy lips apart, and Amy shuddered, and I felt her lips
get wetter and wetter. I held my breath, wondering how far I could go.
I then began to lengthen my thrust, pushing the hanging clothes back
with my ass, until finally with one thrust I slipped inside of her,
pushing my hips up against her ass.

Amy gasped out loud; we had both lost all sense of the couple in the
next room, or even where we were. Amy put both of her hands up over
her head, pressing her plams flat against the wall, and spread her
legs as far as possible, offering all of her firm, round ass. I
grabbed her hips with my hands and began thrusting as hard as I could.
I don't remember how long this lasted--seems like minutes in my
memory, but was probably only seconds--before I finally came in a
massive explosion.

Afterwards, Amy slumped against the wall, panting. I stood quietly,
trying to figure out what to do next, and trying to determine if we
had been heard. After a moment, I could make out the sounds of
grunting and creaking springs from the other room, and I decided we
were probably safe. Amy apparently thought so too, because without a
word she turned around and we carefully moved through the clothes, out
of the closet, and into the hallway. The whole house was dark and
quiet, except for a light and muffled sounds from a door farther down
the hall. We paused for a moment, and then I followed Amy down the
stairs. As we passed through the kitchen on our way out the back door,
Amy stopped suddenly, turned, and put her hand on my chest.

"I've never been this worked up before," she said, "I don't know what
I'm feeling, but I've got to do something about it."

"What do you want me to do," I whispered.

"I don't know. You're supposed to be the expert."

I still can't explain what I did next, except as an act of pure
inspiration. I seized her around the hips and set her on the kitchen
counter top. Then I knelt, spread her legs, and began to lick her
pussy. I had never done this before, and it took me a minute to find
my way through her pubic hair and the folds of her lips. When my
tongue found the smooth, wet part, however, she gasped again, and
grabbed my head to pull me in closer. For lack of a better plan, I
just flicked my tongue as fast as I could. All those years of playing
in the band finally came in handy. Amy made no more noise, but she
clutched at my head, and began to move her hips back and forth on the
counter. We soon found a frantic rhythm. Then, in a final convulsion,
she pushed her pussy against my head, and I could feel her entire body
quivering.

Afterwards, we sat there for a long while. I was sitting on the
kitchen floor trying to work the kinks out of my jaw, when we heard a
door slam upstairs. We jumped up and fled out the back door, down the
yard, through the back gate. Then we ran all the way home. When we got
to where my clothes we stashed, Amy paused only for a second, looked
me in the eye and said, "See you tomorrow." Then she ran inside her
house.