0 comments/ 26837 views/ 1 favorites Lydia and Andrew Ch. 01 By: bigboy587 Lydia was walking in to the front door of her apartment with the shopping. She held one bag of groceries in her hand, using the other to text her daughter, Sulama. She didn't even know what had hit her. The shopping fell from her hand, the contents scattering loosely across the floor. She looked up with shock to see a tall, middle aged gentleman wearing a pint striped suit. He was wearing black rimmed glasses, was thin and had a receding hairline, the front of his forehead clearly visible, with strands of grey interspersed with the natural light brown of his remaining hair. "Sorry. I should really look where I'm going," he said, bending forwards to help pick up items of fruit and vegetables which lay scattered on the concrete landing. "Oh....it's er...OK," Lydia smiled nervously as she bent down to pick up the remaining items of shopping. "I'm sorry we had to meet this way. I'm Andrew. I've just moved into number six." "Lydia. I live in number 12. Don't worry. It's been nice to meet you. Anyway, I'd better get inside." "Ok. Well maybe I'll see you round" Andrew smiled and then turned to continue walking up the stairs to his own apartment. Lydia paused for a moment before retrieving her keys from her coat pocket and turning to open her front door. "What a nice man," Lydia thought to herself as she turned the key and entered. She had no sooner packed the shopping away than her phone made a 'ping' sound, indicating that her eldest daughter, Sulama, had responded to her earlier text. She walked to the kitchen table and picked up the phone, before pressing a few buttons and opening the message. "I'll be over at 8. Looking forward to it," it said She closed the message and then realised that she would have to go and pick up her young son, Robert from school. He was twelve, his father Gerard being the only partner Lydia had had since the father of her two daughters, Sulama and Shaahira, had gone to prison for a brutal murder almost fifteen years ago. Gerard himself had died of a heart attack at the age of seventy, eight years ago. Lydia had become used to her own routine. She was forty four years of age and still took care of her appearance. She still had an impressively slim figure and black hair, which reached just beyond her shoulders. Her face showed the lines of years of having to bring up three children largely single handed, as well as the trauma of losing two husbands. Munner bin Fareed had swept her off her feet when she was only sixteen, and they were married shortly afterwards. He was Moroccan and had seemed romantic, dark and mysterious. It was only a matter of moths into their marriage however, that she ended up on the receiving end of his furious temper. He thought nothing of sleeping round with other women and, with the birth of their two daughters, Lydia had to separate from him to protect herself and the children. He later helped his sister murder her husband and lover, who were having a torrid affair behind his sisters back. Shortly after Munner went to prison, Gerard Meo, a rich sixty five year old businessman, took an instant shine to Lydia. She was flattered and, even though she was only thirty at the time, the age gap didn't seem to matter. She had Robert, before Gerard's untimely heart attack. Lydia picked up her car keys and walked out the front door. When she picked up Robert from school and returned to the apartment, she was surprised to see Andrew walking down the stairs once again. "Oh. Hi there," he waved. Lydia smiled back. "Is that your new boyfriend?" Robert asked with a cheeky smile. "No it certainly is not. Less of your cheek!" Robert laughed as they both went into the apartment and Lydia shut the door. Sulama stood outside the apartment and rang the bell. She had long, dark hair. She was already several months pregnant by her husband Kent, the bump of her soon to be born already clearly evident. "Hi, come on in," Lydia said on opening the door. Sulama walked in, hugged her mother and walked towards the living room, leaving her handbag on the coffee table in front of her as she gently lowered herself onto the couch. "I've made coffee if you want any?" "Thanks mum. That'd be great" Lydia brought two steaming mugs through and sat next to Sulama. "So how are you and Kent looking forward to the birth?" "Well, how can you really prepare for such a big event? We've got nappies, got a plan for when I go into labour, started talking about baby names....what else can we do?" "You know I'm really proud of you. After everything with your father, you could have gone in the wrong direction. I'm just glad you've found happiness with a man you really love." Sulama pursed her lips before speaking. "What about you though mum? I want you to be happy. Robert isn't going to be around forever. He'll leave home when he's older and then what? You'll be stuck in his place with no-one around." "Well thanks!" Lydia responded with mock dismay. "You know what I mean. Everyone gets lonely. You don't get out much. You should get out more and have some fun. Aren't there any guys you have your eyes on?" Lydia laughed. "What? What is it? Sulama smiled broadly. "That's exactly what I used to say to you when you were younger. Shaahira was always the wild one. You always just wanted to hang around the house. I had to try and find new and ingenious ways to get rid of you so I could get some space!" "Now it's my turn to ask for thanks!" Sulama let herself fall against the back of the sofa laughing. "Anyway....I'm forty four now. I'm not exactly a spring chicken. You have your whole life in front of you. I've lived enough experiences to fill two lifetimes and I just want to rest and do without the hassle." They sat chatting for a couple more hours before Sulama got up to leave. "You need plenty of rest now in your condition. You get tired easily so just take I easy OK?" "Can you stop worrying mum?? I'll be fine. I've got Kent to do all the shopping, cooking and cleaning and stuff, so I just put up my feet and relax for the evening". Lydia saw her daughter to the front door and then closed it as Sulama left. Robert was upstairs in his room, playing on his latest Xbox game. Lydia turned the TV on and started watching a documentary on orang-utans. When that had finished she went upstairs to his room. "Time to go to bed. You've been on that thing since you got back from school." He scowled, placing the game controller on the floor sullenly and getting up to prepare for bed. "Goodnight." "Goodnight Mum." That night as Lydia lay in bed, she thought about the man she had met outside the door of the apartment. He looked to have been about the same age as her and it was the first time in a long, long time that she could remember a man smiling at her the way he did. 'No, it was just nothing. He's probably got a girlfriend or is married," she thought before gently dozing off to sleep. The next morning Lydia was standing outside, with the bonnet of her rusty old car raised. It wouldn't start. "Maybe if I look as if I'm playing around under the bonnet without having a clue, someone might actually come to my aid!" she thought to herself. The thought had barely left her head when she heard a voice behind her. "You OK?" She turned round, almost hitting her head off the bonnet. It was Andrew. "Cars! I just want to get in one and go. Damned thing has broken down!" Lydia responded in a frustrated tone. Andrew placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey. Why don't you let me give you a lift to wherever you're going and we can sort your car out at a less urgent time. I'm guessing at this time you need to get to work?" "Yeah. What about you though? I don't want you to go to any special trouble and be late yourself." "The joys of being a self employed entrepreneur! Come on, come with me and I'll give you a lift in." He turned on his heel and started walking towards a dark blue BMW Z4. "Very nice," thought Lydia. Andrew opened the door for her before she leaned down and climbed in. Then he went round the other side and got in the driver's seat. "I don't know how I can thank you!" she said as they sped along the motorway. "Well, that's easy. Let me take you out to dinner tonight." Lydia felt her heart thumping in her chest. It had been so long since a man had shown any interest in her company, that she felt she had almost forgotten how to react. "Erm....well, we hardly know each other." She looked downwards, demurely. "Yes I know. That's why I want to take you out to dinner." He turned and smiled. "I'll need to get someone to look after my son. I have a twelve year old son." Andrew rolled his eyes. "Well, here's what to do. I'll drop you off and then give you my number. If you're interested then give me a ring by lunchtime, so I can get a table arranged. Just take it easy." She suddenly felt the tension easing. She smiled nervously. They were almost at the school where she worked as a Maths teacher. When they got there he stopped the car. There was a seconds pause, before he leaned over and gently pecked her on the cheek. Lydia felt the warmth of his hand resting on the naked flesh of her thigh, just above her knee, as he kissed her. That simple touch sent a thousand pulses of pleasure to Lydia's brain. When he leaned back in his seat, she shuffled nervously with her handbag, before getting out the car. "Hey, here's my number!" Andrew handed her a scrap bit of paper through the passenger window. "Thanks. Thanks for the lift too." She walked up the path towards the school and turned around briefly when she got there. He was gone. But when she walked into the school building she had a smirk on her face. That lunchtime, when she came out her classroom, Lydia realised with a groan that she hadn't arranged to get a lift back. She pulled her mobile out. Then she felt inside her pocket for the crumpled note that Andrew had given her, with his number scribbled on it. Hesitantly, she dialled the number. "Hi, Andrew Berger speaking." "Hi Andrew, it's Lydia here." There was a moment of startled surprise on the other end of the phone. "Hey! Lydia. You phoned so soon? What's up?" "Well, I've just remembered that I don't have a lift home. I wondered if we could have dinner straight after work?" "Sure. What time will that be?" "Say half five?" "Ok. I'll be there. Looking forward to it already." She spent the remainder of that day filled with thoughts of Andrew, the tall bespectacled man, with thinning hair. She wondered what he thought of her and whether, at forty four years of age, she was getting too old for all this. Then she would smile and think to herself that she enjoyed the thought of some male company. She texted her younger daughter, Shaahira, asking if she would like to look after Robert for the evening. Lydia was thankful that she agreed without questioning why. That evening when she had finished work, she gathered her paperwork, bundled it into a folder, slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked outside. Andrew was already sitting in his BMW waiting. He smiled out the drivers window as she approached and as she got close enough, rolled it down. "Good day?" "Yeah not bad. You know what kids can be like! Where are you taking me?" He smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see." Seconds later, she was in the car and they drove off. Lydia looked nervous as she put her handbag in the footwell. Andrew turned and glanced at her for a second before refocusing on the road ahead. "You OK?" "Yeah, of course. Just a bit nervous that's all." "Don't be. We're just going for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. Don't build it up in your head." 'Yeah, easier said than done,' she thought to herself as they entered the car park of a large restaurant. She looked at the name. Carpaccio's was written in large green neon on the sign outside. Lydia smiled as she remembered the last time she had come here with Gerry, fifteen years ago. It had been their first anniversary and she certainly had fond memories of that evening. They both stepped out of the car and Lydia noticed that Andrew was dressed in a jet black suit, with gleaming black shoes to match. He extended his hand and she nervously took it as they both strode towards the entrance. When they got in, Lydia tried to curb her feelings of excitement. The restaurant was massive, and the dim lighting provided an air of romance. A waiter approached. "Table for two please. Booked for Berger?" The waiter led them to a booth, leather benches either side of the table, with high walls behind each person to allow them some secluded privacy. They each sat down and lifted the menus which had been left on the table. The waiter left them to make their choice in peace. "I feel really under dressed for this place!" Lydia smirked across the table at Andrew. "Stop worrying. Like I said, it's just something to eat and a couple of drinks." That 'something to eat and a couple of drinks' lasted until 12.30am when the owner of the restaurant finally decided to kick them off the premises as tactfully as possible. Lydia felt Andrew's arm link with hers as they exited into the cold air outside. "I've had a really nice time." "Good. That was the idea. You know you're a beautiful woman. Too many women in their forties just give up on life You've looked after yourself....which is why you're so gorgeous!" Andrew pulled Lydia against him and gave a startled yelp of surprise before smiling up at him. His hands stroked her neck as he leaned closer and their lips touched. Tenderly, he edged his tongue inside her mouth and she sucked on it, enjoying its soft moistness. They stopped kissing after several seconds, their faces almost touching. "Sorry...I....I don't know what came over me!" said Andrew. "Don't be silly. I'm OK. I'm not made of glass you know. You can touch me without me breaking," Lydia smiled back with a coy expression. Each of them relaxed their embrace as they turned, holding hands as they walked the short distance to the car. Ten minutes later, they had parked up outside the apartment block. Andrew opened the drivers door and walked round to the other side of the car, where Lydia was getting out. They walked hand in hand towards the main door at the bottom of the stairs, before Andrew opened it with his key. "Ssssh! Try not to make any noise," Andrew whispered as he stepped gingerly up the stairs, Lydia's high heels clacking on their concrete surface. They reached the second floor, where Lydia's apartment was. There was an awkward pause. "Are you coming in then?" "Do you want me to?" "Yeah," Lydia looked downwards demurely. Andrew moved towards her and gently held her hand for a second. "We'd better get inside then," he whispered tenderly. Lydia nodded and turned towards the front door, pulling out her key and turning it in the lock. When they entered, they walked through the hallway. Shaahira had already come out to greet them from the living room. She gave her mother a hug. "Good date?" Lydia looked nervous, turning her head and casting a glance at Andrew, who was standing behind her, before turning back round and responding. "Yeah, it was nice," she smiled in a non-committal fashion. Shaahira had barely walked out the door before Andrew reached his hand across Lydia and started stroking her thigh. She felt an instant shiver of excitement at his touch and they both turned towards each other. She couldn't help letting her hand drop so that it rested between his legs. She pressed her palm firmly against the unyielding hardness which she found there. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?" Andrew asked between sighs of pleasure. "Er....yeah....I think so," Lydia responded hesitantly. He took her hand, gently lifting it as he rose from the sofa. They tiptoed up the stairs and Andrew stood on the landing, still holding Lydia's hand as she eased the bedroom door open, leading him inside and then shutting it behind her. He took his jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" he asked. "Oh....sorry....I-I'm just not used to this". He had already unfastened his belt and was pulling his trousers and boxer shorts off before she started to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. He was extremely slim, his pale white arse clearly visible in the moonlight which penetrated the curtains. When he was fully undressed he lay on the bed, on his back waiting for Lydia to finish undressing herself. He had an admiring smile on his face as he watched her. She felt a twinge of self consciousness as she pulled her bra over her shoulders and unhooked it at the back and then pulled her knickers down, stepping out of them and leaving them lying on the floor. She walked the couple of steps to the bed and then lay next to him. He immediately pulled her close and almost without any trace of conscious thought, she rolled onto her back. He turned his body, so that he lay on top of her. They kissed and she felt him sucking on her tongue, his hand wandering down and pressing gently between her thighs, urging her to open them. She did so, allowing him to rest his lower body between them, as she felt his fingers exploring her pubes, which were already moist from a mixture of perspiration and the fluid which was oozing from her as a result of her increasing state of arousal. She sighed deeply as she felt his forefinger and index finger squeezing inside her. "Oh Christ," she gasped between kisses. His fingers moved slowly back and forth in her while his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. Her hips started to move to the same rhythm as his fingers. She tentatively reached a hand down and grasped blindly until she felt the thick firmness of the distended shaft of muscle pointing towards her from between his thighs. She pushed his foreskin back, teasing his bell end, before rubbing downwards and enjoying the soft texture of his nuts cupped in her hand. She squeezed. He moaned. He stopped kissing her mouth, pecking her neck while his fingers continued to probe her by now slippery wet vulva. She could feel the pounding of blood through the swollen organ she held in her hand and was overcome with a desire to feel it inside her. "Please.....please fuck me," she whispered softly, gently pulling his pulsing cock towards her. Andrew stopped fingering her, pushing himself up on his forearms. Lydia lifted her thighs so that they were spread wide, her ankles hanging either side of his hips. A second later she felt the warm smoothness of his erection against the inside of her soaking cunt, as it was thrust firmly into her. She was tight. It had been eight years since Robert's father Gerard had died. Eight long years since she'd been fucked. She reached her hands round and pressed firmly down on his arse until he'd buried himself in her up to his balls, until she could feel their softness pressed against her. She could feel and hear them slapping against her with each downward movement of his arse between her thighs. It wasn't too long before the slapping changed to a wet, squelching noise as the area between her legs became soaked in her own fluids. She opened her eyes and looked up at Andrew. By now, he was thrusting more vigorously, a steady groaning of mattress springs clearly audible as their fucking grew more frenzied. His jaw was clenched tightly, the lines on his face deepening as it twisted into an intense grimace. Then he stopped, flopping onto his back next to her, breathing deeply. She could see his cock pulsating. "Fucking hell....I was nearly there.....why did you stop?" "I...I didn't want to cum too soon.." Lydia and Andrew Ch. 01 "Let me help you," Lydia grinned cheekily. She rolled her body so that she was lying next to him. Then she moved herself further down the length of the bed and, turning sideways leaned in towards his hard on. She took hold of it one hand and lifted it slightly before wrapping her lips round his gonads, wanking him off at the same time. He gasped as she sucked as hard as she could on his balls, rolling them around inside her mouth. A trickle of precum ran from the end of his cock onto her fingers. He was breathing deeply now and she could feel every vein in his shaft throbbing against the palm of her hand, which was already sticky with her own wetness as well as his. She lifted her head for a second, catching a glance at his facial expression, twisted in a grimace of pained bliss, and then deep throated him. There was an immediate reaction; an increased urgency in his gasping. Lydia furiously bobbed her head up and down, rolling her head as she did so and swallowing his prick fully with each downward movement of her head. Because of her side on position, she could feel his bell end pressing against the inside surface of her left cheek, causing it to bulge outward. She started to massage his nutsack with the palm of her right hand. Then she felt the first gob of warm, bitter spunk squirting from him as his balls drained into her mouth. She gagged for a second as her swallowing failed to keep pace with his orgasm, her mouth overfilling with jism, dribbles running over her lips and reaching down his shaft onto his scrotum. She continued to suck, moving her long black hair back with one hand and giving him a sidelong smile, only stopping when the spurts of cum slowed to a dribble and then stopped altogether. When she lifted her head, fine filaments of cum and saliva were strung between her bottom lip and the helmet of his semi erect dick. She brushed them aside with one hand, wiping the dribbles of spunk from her chin at the same time. Still smiling, she moved up the bed to lie beside him. They were both breathing deeply. "Give me ten minutes. After that blowjob, you deserve a good fucking." Andrew said. Ten minutes passed before Andrew lifted himself into a sitting position. "Turn round." Lydia rolled onto her front and lifted herself up from the mattress using her arms. The only warning she had was his hands gripping her shoulders tightly for purchase. A second later she felt his hard on filling her, up to his balls. "Slow down....fuck....fucking hell....", she struggled to speak coherently as his hurried fucking jostled her upper body forward with each firm thrust of his arse. He refused to listen and to be honest, Lydia was glad. He was obviously filled with lust. She couldn't think straight, blinding blotches of colour appearing in front of her eyes, dancing there as her sense of pleasure was taken to a new level. She knew she must be making a tremendous amount of noise, gasping and yelping sharply but she had no real idea of what she was saying or doing. Then she felt her chest tighten , struggling to maintain her breathing as something built inside her. It continued to build up for maybe ten seconds or so. Then she couldn't contain it any more. She let out a low, deep animal groan as a flood of wetness escaped her, soaking the inside of her thighs, as well as his balls. They stopped shagging. Drained after their exertions, the both flopped onto the bed, her lying on her front, him next to her, with one arm draped lazily across her back. "We both needed that," whispered Andrew. "I'll be wanting more in the morning," replied Lydia, smiling as she dozed off to sleep. Lydia and Andrew Ch. 02 When Lydia awoke the next morning, rays of sunlight penetrated the thin curtains of the window which was nearest her side of the bed. There was a strong tang of sex remaining; a pungent mix of body odour and stale cum, after the passionate lovemaking between her and Andrew the previous evening. Her mouth felt dry and she could still taste him on her tongue; the fruit of a blowjob which, she remembered fondly, had given Andrew particular pleasure. She could feel a large damp patch on the sheets between her legs. Evidence of the satisfaction Andrew had given her some hours earlier. She glanced at the radio alarm clock on the bedside dresser. It read 06:11AM. She didn't normally waken until 8 o'clock. She turned her body so that she was facing him. He was fast asleep. His thin chest heaved up and down . She reached her arm over and lay it gently across, pressing herself against him. She looked up and could see every feature of his face. His stubbled chin, his thinning brown hair which was fast receding, leaving his broad forehead exposed. She stretched a leg across his thigh and started to knead the fleshiness of his nuts with her knee, while still looking at his face. She saw a smile appear and moved her leg upwards slightly, so that her knee pinned his cock against his belly. She continued to rub against him until she felt his stickiness on her knee and upper thigh. She was wet. Soaking wet. She placed one arm on the other side of him and lifted herself over, so that she straddled his lower body. Andrew stirred from his sleep as Lydia took hold of his hard on and lifted her body several inches before lowering herself gently, sighing as she felt his firm shaft pressing the lips of her cunt apart and slipping inside her. "W-What you doing?" "Sssshh....I couldn't help myself. I want your cock so much," replied Lydia as she rolled her hips, mashing her clit against his ball sack. Andrew smiled, wrapping his hands round her buttocks and then her hips, pulling her towards him. Her upper body fell forward and she gripped the bedrails tightly as she leaned over him. She rolled her hips backwards and forwards, clenching his shaft tightly with her muscles. "Oh...Oh fuck....," Lydia gasped through clenched teeth, as she felt him stiffen inside her. Andrew gripped her arse tightly and started shoving his hips upwards and driving his hard on fully into her drenched and sticky cunt. The bed was starting to shake as they fucked ardently. Lydia looked down at Andrew's face and could see that his mouth was open, his eyes screwed tightly shut. He was approaching climax. Then, like an express train, it hit her. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, her vision lost focus and she lost control over the movements of her hips. She lifted herself into an upright position, supporting herself with her hands on his belly, pounding herself up and down furiously on his cock and causing the mattress springs to creak so loudly that there was little doubt that Robert would be able to hear them having sex from his bedroom next door. She was gasping for breath, staccato intakes of air all she could manage as the initial waves of climax built into the full on surge of a mindblowing orgasm. As she squealed and moaned like a stuck pig, she could already hear Andrew grunting. They both came at the same time, her drenching his balls with her wetness at the same instant as she felt a succession of warm, sticky squirts of creamy spunk spurt up her cunt as he orgasmed inside her. She slumped onto her back next to him. She could still feel a tingling itch between her thighs, as his cum oozed from her. "I'd better go and have a shower," said Lydia softly, the after effects of a good shag, causing her to smile with pleasure. "Yeah I'll be in right after you," responded Andrew. Once they had both showered and dressed, Lydia walked through to Robert's bedroom and wakened him. "Time for school!" she announced loudly. Half an hour later, Andrew dropped Robert off at school before driving off to the school where Lydia worked several miles away. "I really appreciate the lift," she said as he stopped outside the gates. Andrew smiled. "I really appreciate last night. You're a special woman." She smiled back coyly. "Well thanks for saying so. I...well I just don't want you to think that I sleep around that's all. I don't normally take a guy to bed on the first date" "Please don't think that. Like I say, I think more of you than that. I'd like to see you again. I'll ring you. OK?" "Yeah, OK," Lydia replied, her smile widening slightly. "You'd better get into work. Here - give me a kiss." She leaned towards him and felt the softness of his lips against hers, as he stroked her neck. A thousand shivers of pleasure rippled from her neck, where his fingers caressed her, down her chest, her abdomen and between her thighs. She let out a soft moan as she felt her heart pounding. Then their lips parted. "I can't wait to see you again," she whispered in his ear. Then she got out the car and strode towards the gates of the school, and into work. Lydia and Andrew Ch. 03 Lydia saw her mobile light up, just as she had got inside the car to return home from work. It was ringing and when she looked at the number, she couldn't help smiling as she saw that it was Andrew. She picked it up and answered. It had been three days since that first night together. "Hey babe, how's it going?" she asked. "All the better for hearing your voice. I wondered if you were free any time this week?" "Yeah, I'm free tomorrow night. Why, what have you got planned?" "Oh, I don't know...a few drinks maybe, followed by me coming back to yours." "Why, what are we going to do there?" "Do you want me to spell it out for you?" "Yes please," she responded, licking her lips with anticipation. "Well....I want you to take me up to your bedroom and bounce up and down on my balls for the first fifteen minutes or so. Then, I want those luscious lips of your wrapped around me..." "OK! OK! Enough with the dirty talk...although it all sounds appealing. Maybe we can skip the drinks," Lydia whispered into the phone. Andrew laughed playfully. "Let's just see what happens," he replied. "You know, I really enjoyed Monday night. I haven't had those feelings for so long. And well....I want them again. I want you again!" "OK, well I'll pick you up from your place at 8 tomorrow," Andrew said "Great." Friday night was the night that Andrew had arranged to meet her. She dressed in a tight, short black dress, the hem of which was several inches above her knees. Putting the finishing touches to her mascara, she glanced in the mirror in the bathroom, smiled, turned round and picked up her purse from the edge of the sink and walked into the hall. Andrew had told her that he would come round to the apartment and it was only a few minutes after sitting down on the sofa in the living room that she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and invited him inside. He was dressed in a black, pinstriped suit, black shoes which were well polished and an open necked white shirt. When they got into the living room, he embraced her. She felt his hands wandering down to her arse, pushing her closer against him. She enjoyed his touch and her heart beat quickened. He was gently kissing her neck and her earlobe. "So where are you taking me tonight then?" she whispered breathily. "Well...I thought a bit of sex before we go anywhere would be nice," he replied between kisses. She giggled playfully as she felt him guiding her backwards towards the sofa. She let herself fall onto it, in a sitting position. "Hang on," she said, gently pressing her hands against his chest as he leaned down towards her. He moved back a step, as she unfastened the leather buckles of her heels. She pushed the hem of her short skirt above her waist, so that she could pull her tights down over her ankles and onto the floor. Andrew had already unfastened his trousers and let them fall round his ankles. Lydia smiled as she looked at his enlarged dick,pulsing steadily as it rose from its semi-erect state. He took a step towards her and, still sitting, she parted her thighs to allow him to move between them. He bent downwards and gently lifted her ankles. "W-What you doing?" she asked with a tone of mock ignorance, as her ankles were lifted and placed against his shoulders. Hands unseen wandered down the length of the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. If they were expecting to feel the tight, elastic waistband of knickers to pull down then they encountered nothing of the kind, as Lydia had purposefully dispensed with the thought of putting any on, in anticipation of just such a moment as this. Her skirt was pushed firmly above her waist, until it was nothing but a mass of crumpled material. Due to the angle at which he held her legs, her upper body had fallen backward, her hands pressed against the back of the sofa. Her cunt was fully exposed. When they had made love that first night and the next morning, it had been in the semi darkness of her bedroom. Although she couldn't remember a man giving her body that much pleasure, she had denied Andrew this sight. Now she looked up at him as he pressed his bell end against the lips of her vulva and moved it slowly up and down the length of her opening. As she felt his firmness against the moist stickiness of her cunt, she remembered every contour of the lips which so often she had teased guiltily with her fingers in the absence of a man to do it for her. Now she had met a man who enjoyed every aspect of her, not least giving her the pleasure which she had yearned for for so long. Looking up at his frowned expression as he teased her flesh with her own, only heightened her arousal. Then she felt her head being pressed firmly against the back of the sofa as, at the same instant, the cleft between her thighs was filled fully by him. He had let Lydia's ankles fall down from his shoulders, letting her thighs rest on his forearms as he fucked her with an animal like passion. She enjoyed the way he took her, humping her senseless with a spontaneity and passion that made her feel wanted, turning her on in a way she could not remember happening with Robert's father, or indeed Shaahira and Sulama's father before him. She reached her hands round behind his waist, resting them on his arse in a vain effort to control it's rhythm as it pumped back and forth furiously between her outstretched thighs, her ankles swaying in mid air as they hung over his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes unfocussed as her mind swam with pleasure. "Please...please...keep fucking me...please...don't stop...," she moaned softly. His rhythm was perfect. The same rhythm as the waves of pleasure that were starting to engulf her, the same rhythm as the sharp intakes of breath she felt forced to take. Her breathing was steadily increasing in volume, partially as a result of her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest and partially as a result of the stiff, unyielding hardness being driven into her. Suddenly Andrew's eyes opened wide as they looked directly into hers, his grunting and heavy breathing reaching a crescendo. "I-I'm cumming....oh my God Lydia, I'm cumming...ah...ah....ARGH! OH GOD!" He stared intensely into her eyes. At the same time, she felt a warmth between her thighs, the steady squirts of stickiness already familiar from Monday of that week, when they had first made love. It gave her a perverse feeling of pleasure, power almost, knowing that she had made him cum inside her;that her body had caused him to do so. Once he was spent, his body fell forward against hers. "Sorry...just couldn't hold back....needed to fuck you so badly...," he said between heavy panting, as he pecked his lips against her neck. "That's OK. Why don't you go and have a shower and clean yourself up. I'll get you a towel," she replied, gently pushing him back and moving from underneath him. It was another ten minutes before Andrew emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped round his waist. He took one step on the stairs to go down them and then heard Lydia's voice from the direction of her bedroom nearby. "Hey. Where are you going?" He turned round. Lydia had sneaked up into the bedroom while he was showering and had changed into an exceedingly short, black, satin nightdress. She stood at it's entrance, one arm resting lazily on the doorframe. Andrew walked towards her, pulling her body forcefully towards his own as he kissed her deeply. Still kissing, they moved back, over the threshold of the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed, with Andrew lying on top of her. Lydia was pleased that, as if he possessed some innate ability to read her desires, he moved downwards, pushing her nightdress above her waist and burying his face between her thighs. A second later, she felt the softness of his lips sucking her clit and then his tongue flicking against it. She flung her head back, groaning loudly with pleasure as she sensed the sticky wetness oozing from her. Reaching her hands down, she placed them firmly on either side of his face, moving them upwards, guiding him up until his own face was level with hers. Andrew didn't need instructions as to what she wanted. He lifted himself up, using his forearms to support himself and, with a firm thrust of his backside, his erection slid inside her. There was no attempt at gentleness. Lydia could see the beads of perspiration on Andrew's forehead, feel them on his shoulders, as his slender arse pumped up and down between her thighs like a piston. Lydia's mind was in the same place as when Andrew had been shagging her silly on the sofa a half hour or so earlier. She could feel the bed shaking and hear the mattress groaning conspicuously, as they writhed ardently. She lifted her legs, curving her thighs round his hips, so that her ankles lay across his back. She sensed the hardness of his cock sliding in and out of her fluid drenched cunt, heard the steady slap of flesh striking flesh and could hear herself gasping and panting loudly as she became more aroused. Every contour and vein of his rigid muscle pressed against her insides,gliding through her wetness. Lydia bit her bottom lip as her breathing deepened and she felt her desire and arousal intensifying by the second. She enjoyed touching the roundness of his arse and stretched both her hands round to press gently down on it. "Uurgh....urgh...Fu-fu-fuck me....fuck me...go on....fuck me....ooouuurgh!!!" As she emitted a final orgasmic groan, she lifted her head off the pillow, opening her eyes widely and staring at Andrew intensely, her jaw hanging slackly and her entire body shuddering and writhing as she came. Andrew pulled out from her and, sitting up moved closer towards her. "I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum in your face." "Oh...OK," she responded. She smiled up at him and opened her mouth as wide as she could. A split second later, she felt the first warm streak of spunk spattering onto her lips and tongue, before the next one sprayed across her cheek, closely followed by a squirt over her eyelid and into the eye itself. The remaining dribbles dripped onto her neck and chest. It was another five minutes or so before she even felt composed enough to open her eyes. Andrew was lying next to her, his chest still rising and falling steadily, as he breathed deeply. She lifted herself from the bed and staggered through to the bathroom, her knees feeling weak as she did so. 'I've enjoyed this even more than Monday night!' she thought to herself as she showered herself clean, almost regretting that she had to remove Andrew's semen from her face. Once she had finished, she slid her body under the duvet and felt his arms wrapping round her as they spooned. "God...I can still practically feel you inside me!" "Good. I haven't had sex like this in...well...as long as I can remember. I think I'm starting to like you more and more," he replied pushing himself firmly against her body. Lydia smiled as she closed her eyes and thought how relaxed she felt with him. She had never met anyone she could be this intimate with so soon after meeting them and that could only be a good thing, she thought as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.