Homecooking - [HJ]

When the viewphone rang the next morning, Alice was ready (hoping?) for it. She had ‘fixed her face’ as soon as she had completed her shower upon rising. Her hair was brushed and blown, and although she was wearing a sweatshirt, it was one of her better ones. When the phone rang the second time, her finger remained poised to press the ‘answer’ button but she **** herself to wait for the third ring.

“Hello!” she answered, interrupting the third ring. It was Smith, and they chatted amicably for a few moments, making small talk. Finally, he came to the reason for the call. He wanted to know if she would like to go out again that evening.

“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Why don’t you come over and I’ll fix dinner for us?” When he gave the standard answer about not wanting to put her out or anything, she replied with, “Oh, it’ll be no bother. It’ll be nice to cook for someone for a change. I am so tired of just cooking for myself.”

As usual, the Captain of the 5-EX was on time. When he handed her the bottle of wine he had brought, his eyes flickered briefly to Alice’s nails. Purple. Her form fitting red dress revealed the slight bulge of her midriff, and she had debated wearing it for tonight. However, the scoop neckline exhibited the cleavage of her full bosom nicely, and the snugness of the garment displayed her matronly bottom prominently. The red high-heel shoes that she had on also assisted, lifting and firming her buttocks.

Naturally he complimented her on her appearance.

The meal went without a hitch. The food was perfect. The conversation was light and lively. Only occasionally did the thought cross her mind that she was fifteen years older than her dinner guest. She allowed Smith to aid her in clearing away the table, telling him to just put things in the sink, she would wash them in the morning, while she put the remaining food into the refrigerator.

Taking their glasses and the half-empty bottle of wine into the living room, Alice nodded towards a package on the center cushion. It was a white, rectangular box, the type one gets in a clothing store. “I bought you a present today.”

Despite his words of ‘you did not have to do that’, she could tell by the way he quickly set his glass down on the coffee table and snatched the box open that he was pleased. He held the contents up in front of him. A solid gray bathrobe. Long. Reaching all the way to his ankles. As he slipped it on, thanking her profusely, she said, “If I knew where to get a patch like that,” she pointed to his cap that he had placed on the small entrance table, “I would have sewn it on over your breast pocket.”

Smith laughed, thanked her again, and she replied with, “You know, you do not wear a bathrobe over your clothes? You put it on after a bath. Why don’t you try it on properly?”

The two locked eyes, slow wicked smiles spreading across both of their faces. As Alice took a seat in an incidental chair, crossing one leg over the other with the whisk of nylon against nylon, Smith practically ripped his uniform off. His hostess held her wine glass poised at her lips, her eyes fixed on the handsome, athletic man stripping for her. When he was finally naked and then wrapped in the soft terry of the robe, she arose, saying, “Yesss. I think that fits you quite nicely. Take a seat and I’ll be right back.”

As she headed towards the short hallway, she put her glass down next to his.

When Alice reappeared, Smith was in the middle of taking a sip of wine and he nearly did a comedic ‘spit-take’. She was carrying a silver salver, the large, economy size bottle of baby-oil on it, as well as a box of disposable adult washcloths and two folded hand towels. Placing the tray on the coffee table, she smiled at him while reaching for the lapels of his bathrobe to spread it open. “I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.”

Seeing that he was already half-erect, her smile got wider. “You know,” she said while pouring oil into her palm and rubbing her hands together, “I like you Richard. A lot. But I know you will be gone in a day or two.” She slid in closer to him, curling her glistening fingers around his shaft. “Call me old fashion, but I just can’t have sex with a man who I know I might never see again.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Richard replied, shaking his head, a slight frown on his face that maybe he had given her the wrong impression.

“I know that,” she said, starting to stroke on his cock as it quickly obtained a full erection status. “But I just want you to know that it is not because I don’t want to.” Her other hand cupped his balls, cradling them gently as she worked his manhood. “I want to thank you for drawing me out of my shell.” Her fist pumped up and down, making loud squishy noises from the lube. “You have really helped restore my self-confidence.” She lifted her gaze from her oily hands and his equally oily private-parts to grin at him. “After you leave, I might even start dating again.”

Spreading his legs wider, he leaned further back into the couch. Returning her grin, he replied, “Now I’m starting to feel jealous.”

“No reason to,” Alice reassured him while tilting her head to the side, studying the towering, tumescent member. “As long as your ship is here, I’ll do this anytime . . . anyplace . . . you want.” Hearing herself, she added, “Oh, dear. I don’t believe I just said that!”

Richard did not answer. His head was tilted back and his eyelids closed. With a low moan, he rotated his hips, moving in a circular motion, fucking her fist as it slid slipperily up and down his schlong. Alice paused to pour on more oil, drenching his rampant, engorged cock.

For the next ten, fifteen minutes, neither of them spoke. Richard just made repeated moans and sighs while Alice focused on getting him off. She could feel his balls tightening, moving up closer to his body, and glancing up at his face, she saw that his jaws were clenched and the muscles of his neck bulging.

Looking back down, she pumped faster, trying to push him over the edge. She gently squeezed his nuts, pressing them even closer together as her fist flew up and down his shaft.

“OH ALICE!” he screamed, his body thrashing as his cock exploded. The older woman squealed in delight, continuing to jack him off as rope after long, white rope of sperm shot high in the air. By the time he was done, there was cum everywhere. On his legs and abdomen, on her hands and forearms. She noticed that there was even a splotch on her dress.