Storm Lesson

"Your hands are shaking, Alex... or is that just the effect I have on you?" Her green dress clung to her chest, her nipples pressing through the wet silk. She was the widow next door, seven years older, and for the first time not wearing black. Rain hammered the windows, the power had gone out, leaving only candlelight. "Stay," I said, stepping closer, tracing a finger along her collarbone. Anna shivered but didn't pull away. "Teach me..." she breathed, and I pressed my lips to her neck, feeling her pulse quicken. The dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing her heavy breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth, slowly circling it with my tongue. "Mmm... don't stop..."

We sank onto the thick rug in front of the fireplace I hadn't gotten around to lighting. The storm outside became our soundtrack. I pulled off her panties—they were already soaked. I ran my fingers over her smooth lips, found her swollen clit, and began to circle it gently.

"Right here... feel how good that is?" I whispered, kissing her stomach.

"Yes... oh god, yes... harder, please... I'm already dripping..."

I moved lower. My tongue replaced my fingers. I licked slowly, deeply, drawing her juice into my mouth. Anna spread her legs wider, her thighs trembling. She wasn't shy about moaning anymore—they burst out louder than the thunder.

"Lick me... just like that... deeper... I forgot how fucking incredible this feels..."

When she was almost there, I rose up. My cock stood rock hard, the head glistening. Anna looked at it with a mix of nervousness and hunger.

"Can I... touch it?" she asked.

"Of course. Take it in your hand. Feel it."

Her palm wrapped around the shaft. Tentative at first, then more confident as she started sliding the skin up and down. I showed her how to squeeze at the base, how to run her thumb over the frenulum. She learned fast. Her eyes sparkled.

"It's so hot... and pulsing... can I put it in my mouth?"

I nodded. Anna sank to her knees, her tongue first touching the head cautiously, then circling it. Within a minute she was sucking deep, gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.

"Good girl... just like that... deeper... yes, such a good girl..."

I couldn't hold back. I lifted her up, laid her on her back. Spread her legs and entered slowly, inch by inch. Anna arched, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Oh... how you fill me up... deeper, Alex... fuck me gently..."

I started moving. Slow at first, then deeper and more rhythmic. Her pussy was hot, wet, gripping me like a velvet fist. Every thrust pulled a short, sweet moan from her. We flipped over—now she was on top. Anna rode me herself, grinding her hips, her breasts swaying in front of my face.

"I can feel... every inch... I'm alive again..." she whispered, speeding up.

I grabbed her ass, helping her. Thunder outside, our slick bodies, skin slapping against skin. She started to tremble.

"I'm close... Alex... I'm coming... don't stop!"

Her pussy clenched around me in waves, she cried out, her body arching. I followed her—hot streams of cum shooting deep inside. We froze, breathing hard, pressed against each other.

When the storm quieted a little, Anna kissed me on the lips and whispered:

"Thanks for the lesson... I think I'm ready for the next one."

"Whenever you want," I smiled, running my hand down her damp back. "We've got a whole apartment and plenty of nights ahead."