A Repeat Performance

Sophie slowly came back to herself, her mind gradually rising out of the pleasure induced murkiness of sleep, her body sore but satiated, satisfied in ways that she had missed for too long. She slowly became aware that she was laying on the ground, leaves and twigs rustling under her as she shifted her body slightly, her young lover's hands leisurely caressing her. Callum's hands drifted beneath her camisole, fingers tracing over her soft taut stomach, moving up to her small breasts. A shiver of delight ran through her as toyed briefly with her nipples, the sensitive flesh hardening beneath his teasing touch. Pressing against him, Sophie was surprised to find him hard again. So soon? she mused, rubbing her bottom against the hardness in his crotch. Oh the recuperative powers of youth, she giggled to herself, knowing that her husband would have taken all night to recover, if he stayed awake that long, she thought ruefully as the young man's hands slid down her sides, gripping her narrow hips, pulling her harder against him.

Callum knelt, gently guiding Sophie up onto her hands and knees, his fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh of her hips as he moved behind her. His hands caressed her rear through the soft silk of her knickers. She expected him to strip her naked, was pleasantly surprised when his fingers dipped down between her legs, finger her sex through the loose legholes of her panties. "Like the lingerie?" She almost purred, her hips wiggling teasingly as her young lover stroked the wet eager lips of her sex.

"Very much," Callum assured her, his left hand running over her butt, enjoying the feel of the silk as his right teased the warm moistness of her sex. He'd never seen a woman in lingerie like this... some of his girlfriends had gone in for lingerie, fancy skimpy little panties and push up bras, but nothing like this. There was something more... mature about this type of lingerie, and Callum found it irresistible. The fact that the woman wearing it was probably close in age to his mother also fueled his excitement as he raised himself up behind Sophie, the tip of his cock grazing against the laced edge of her knickers.

Sophie arched her back, thrust her rear back against Callum as she heard the excitement in his voice, could feel his eagerness, a blossom of pride swelling in her chest as she realized how excited she was making this young man, this boy...her thoughts were interrupted, a loud moan of delight escaping her as he slid into her again. He took her slower this time, their bodies finding a slow pleasing rhythm, the urgency of their first coupling now melding into the slow pleasurable motions that soon had Sophie gasping in ecstasy, his every move inside her sending small bubbly orgasms rippling through her. She never wanted him to stop, wanted to feel this carnal delight all the time. She found herself surrendering completely to this young man, letting him do with her what he wanted, no longer caring for anything but his touch. She didn't know how long they'd been there in the park, how much time had passed since she'd left her house and family, but she knew exactly how he made her feel, how many times she'd climaxed... how many times he'd finished in her.

It was nearly dawn, the eastern sky just beginning to lighten when Sophie finally struggled to her feet, wobbling on unsteady legs, her mind and body sticky from sex, exhausted but content as she tried to find her skirt in the darkened woods. Callum was sitting against a tree, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her, noting the sheen of bodily fluids coating the inside of her thighs as she finally retrieved her skirt from behind a mulberry bush. "When can I see you again?" He demanded as she slipped her trembling legs into the skirt, pulling it up to her narrow hips.