1 comments/ 56738 views/ 2 favorites Congruence of Want Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Long after the divorce papers had been signed, nearly 14 months since her now ex-husband Bobby moved out for good and about two full years since she gave up any hope of salvaging her 21 year marriage, 39 year old Debra Jessup didn't fully come to grips with the fact that she was single until one cruel, innocuous moment at work. A hairdresser by trade, Debra spent six days a week, ten hours a day surrounded by women, many of whom friends and long time acquaintances, listening to them talk about their own constant dysfunction. Debra's failed marriage didn't really sink until one afternoon when one of the ladies was talking about something stupid her Husband had did and Debra had to catch herself before the words, "Oh... Bobby use to do that all the time", leapt from her mouth. The past tense of that word, 'use', kicked the normally talkative and friendly woman in the gut, forcing her to accept the fact that she had no one in her life, for over a year now, to compare with during the constant flow of day to day drama all the other women found to discuss about the men in their lives. Compounding the gnawing wound to her self confidence that not having a man was causing her, Debra was also beginning to feel the first stages on an 'empty nest syndrome" setting in. Her Daughter, Jamie, was beginning her second year at college and that was tough enough on its own, but with her youngest child, her son David, now 17 and spending much more time running with his friends and chasing his hormones, Debra couldn't remember the last time she spent a meaningful amount of time with either of her children. About the only thing Debra had to feel good about was that she got to keep her house in the divorce settlement. About three years earlier, she had saved up enough money to refurbish part of her basement and turn it into a salon where she could work independently from home. And business was very good. With a home that was paid for, her newly found single status and a career that was taking off, Debra should have been flying high, savoring all the things she couldn't while married. It was a perfect opportunity to re-live her teenage years while she was still young enough to enjoy it. But putting those thoughts into action proved to be difficult. Debra was always a big dreamer but habitually lacked the spark to put those thoughts into action. She had grown up the middle of three sisters and had always been the homebody trying to make good. Never one to 'rock the boat', Debra didn't mind the juicy gossip that constantly floated around the salon, she just hated the thought of ever being the topic of any of it. In some ways, that was one of the reasons Bobby had began to stray in their marriage. He had wanted to try several things to sort of spice up their two decade long relationship, but Debra was always too fearful and self conscious to try anything too risqué in such a small, conservative and lippy Alabama town. Now that she was single, while the thought of 're-kindling' her youth was appealing on a certain level, Debra couldn't help getting a little choked up about it considering her Father had died when she was 14 and her Mother dealt with it by becoming a promiscuous drunk. So in many ways, Debra never got to fully experience being a teenager, forced into maturity way sooner than any kid should have to, she met Bobby when she was 16, married him when she was 17 and hoped he would take her away from the family life that was crumbling around her. In a twisted way, now without a Husband herself, the last thing Debra wanted to do was become what her Mother had after her Father died. And that prevented Debra from enjoying many of the things that were now open to her. Debra had been hanging with her circle of friends since high school. For the past year she had been faced with a strange juxtaposition considering all her friends had gotten married since high school and now all but one of them had been divorced, at least once. For the longest time, Debra took a lot of internal joy watching others' relationships wither while hers, although not perfect, continued to thrive. With the failure of her own marriage and the blow to her self esteem that came with it however, suddenly Debra was less in inclined to take such satisfaction in her abilities as a woman. Despite the best attempts of her friends to fix her up and play matchmaker, Debra simply didn't or wouldn't allow herself to make a connection with the men she met. The prettiest of the group by far, Debra was constantly being approached by guys when she was out, especially when they discovered she was now single. Rail thin and still a size 4, the last time Debra had been to the doctor she had weighed two pounds less than she did when she was 18. Her figure, dark golden tan combined with her chatty personality and 80's styled big brown hair made her quite a magnet for any man in the room. And once anyone engaged in conversation with Debra, they easily became transfixed by her toothy smile and gentile Southern manner. Still there was something distant about her. While she freely chatted up most anyone in a social setting, showing an amazing amount of breadth to her personality, very few people had ever been able to wade into the depths of her psyche, and going through her divorce only hastened that cold concealment of feeling. So as she sat at one of the booths at Mickey's Bar and Grill with three of her friends, enjoying a few beers on a lazy Wednesday night, Debra rolled her eyes slightly as she scanned the room, seeing most of the usual crowd scattered around the smoky room. Taking a drag from her cigarette however, Debra felt her blood go cold when the face of a stranger at the bar locked eyes with her. "What's wrong Debra?" her friend Deloris asked, noticing the glazed expression on Debra's suddenly mute face. "N... Nothing," she mouthed before ripping her gaze away from the slightly older man at the bar. * * * * * Grant Barrett was preparing to magically make his fourth shot of scotch of the evening disappear. Even though he had asked himself after downing each one what the Hell he was doing sitting at a bar in a small and rustic Alabama town, surrounded by nothing but cigarette smoke and women half his age, by the time the hearty sauce soothed his palate, he realized he had answered his own question. "None of these country girls will give you the time of day... you dumb sonofabtich,' Grant half drunkenly laughed to himself. "No harm in looking though. " With two divorces, two children he was still paying child support for and a third, his oldest daughter who was now at college, Grant remembered quickly what the scotch was for. At 52, If it hadn't been for the financial crunch he was under and a desire to start anew after a difficult and lingering midlife crisis, Grant would have never accepted the 'promotion' to leave his home in Knoxville to run his company's new distribution center outside Montgomery. After being a slave to his job for the first six months there, with no social life to speak of, Grant finally decided to give a night out on the town a halfhearted try. With the way too loud strains of the country music blaring from the jukebox and a hundred burning Marlboros sautéing his eyes, Grant scanned the room between drinks, trying to find a familiar or interested face. Almost to the point of giving up and leaving before he was a little too drunk to drive home, he was equally as stunned and silent when he locked gazes with the pretty brunette that was sitting on the other side of the dance floor, in a booth, with several of her friends. * * * * * At a loss over what to do, in an act almost as cliché as the bar room surroundings he was in, Grant sent a round of drinks to the table where the smiling woman was sitting. When Debra and her three friends waved back their appreciation, Grant took a deep breath and lugged himself off the barstool, hoping against hope that he wouldn't embarrass himself too badly when he went over to talk to the girls. Apprehensive, as any man would be approaching a table full of chattering women all by himself, in the end Grant was surprised by how well things had turned out. Sharing a drink with the four women, Grant then invited Debra out on the dance floor where they stayed for three songs. Thirty minutes after Debra and Grant met, they said their polite goodbyes and exchanged phone numbers with promises to get back in touch. "So what do you think?" Betty immediately asked Debra when they returned to the car as the other two women coyly measured Debra's giddy mood. "I don't know Betty... he seems nice enough," she started to reply before Deloris interrupted. "I could tell from his accent... he ain't from 'round here... I don't know if I'd trust him or not," the drunkest of the four, and also the one who was inevitably jealous when one of her friends had better luck than she did, warned. "Maybe Deloris is right," Betty agreed. "All the losers around here are easy to get dirt on... you know what you're dealing with... this guy... I don't know?" "Dealing with... ," Debra laughed as Betty steered the car out of Mickey's parking lot. "It ain't like he proposed or anything... Hell... he probably wont even call... I'm not going to lose any sleep!" But Debra did that night, mostly trying to figure out why in a room full of outwardly flirting men she had somehow been attracted to the graying stranger and wondering just what it was inside of her that he had stirred. "You're just horny," she told herself, rationalizing her all too long deprived arousal, even though she felt something much deeper at work. * * * * * After barely three hours of sleep that night, Debra certainly wasn't at her best the next morning even though she had a full docket of customers to tend to. Giving a perm to one of her elderly patrons a little before Noon, Debra nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. "Hello... This is Debra," she answered with feigned exuberance. "Hey... ah... this is Grant... from the bar last night... how are you?" "F... Fine," Debra stammered, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush surge through her tired bones. "I hope this isn't a bad time... you said last night that you cut hair... I was wondering if I could maybe... make an appointment... I haven't had a good haircut since I moved to Montgomery... think you could fit me in sometime?" Grant asked with a certain schoolboy asking a girl on a date tone. "Ahh... Ahhh... Yeah," Debra stalled for time, her mind racing nervously as she reached for her daily appointment book. "Yeah... Grant," Debra replied, saying a private prayer of flustered thanks that she remembered his name. "I've got an empty spot later on this evening... around 6:30... How's that?" "That would be perfect... I usually get out of the office around 5:45," Grant agreed. "Great," Debra beamed. "Let me give you directions to my place. " Her hangover suddenly gone, Debra found herself gliding on velvet wings for the rest of the afternoon until Grant walked through the doors a few minutes before his scheduled appointment. "Hi," Debra welcomed the handsome older man, her knees trembling ever so slightly as he eased into the unfamiliar surroundings of her salon. "I was... kind of expecting a room full of ladies with their heads under hairdryers staring at me," Grant laughed, realizing the two were all alone. "Sometimes I have a few ladies in here this late... mainly on Fridays... but you're my last one today," Debra smiled as she swept up the hair on the floor from the previous customer. "Just jump up there in the chair and I'll be right over. " "Thanks," Grant nodded before raising himself up into the seat. "So you have your house and your salon all in one... this is a real nice setup," he commented, allowing his gaze to wander around the quaint surroundings and to steal a quick peek or two at Debra behind him, in the series of mirrors adoring the wall. A tingling chill sizzled down Grant's spine when Debra swung the smock around his seated body and he grinned the instant he first inhaled the woman's flowery perfume as she began to comb and spritz his hair. For the next ten minutes or so the two made small talk and shared tidbits about their background. Grant admitted to his two divorces and Debra told him about her one. Each discovered the other had a Daughter away at college, and the financial pain that went with it as well as the fact that each had lost their Father when they were in teenagers. Even when there was a normal gap of silence in the conversation, Grant didn't feel the overriding angst and awkwardness he normally felt when talking in depth with a woman for the first time. Despite knowing Debra for less than a day, somehow he felt she had been part of his entire life. The fact that Grant could feel each of Debra's small but firm titties grazing against his back each time she leaned forward to snip at his hair wasn't lost on him either and he was forced to say a private prayer of thanks that the smock Debra had draped over him was concealing the beginnings of a guilty erection. "You're such a dirty old man," Grant scolded himself with real conviction even though he continued to study Debra's reflection in the mirror, nodding politely to everything she had to say. Stuck in the chair, not wanting to shift too much as Debra continued to snip at his hair, Grant felt goosebumps prickle his flesh as the front of the younger woman's sweater occasionally grazed against the back of his neck. "All done... how does it look?" Debra asked while spinning the elevated chair around so Grant could get a good look at the trim. "Fine... it looks fine," he smiled, unable to tear his gaze away from Debra's expressive brown eyes. Like a child saddened to get off a ride at the carnival, Grant slowly dismounted from the seat and turned to face Debra before reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?" he asked. "Men's haircuts... just $12," Debra replied. "Here's $20," Grant offered. "Are you sure... I have change," Debra started to say before Grant's gentle nod told her it was OK to accept the tip. "Can I call you later maybe?" Grant stumbled to say. "Ahh... sure... I've got to get a little dinner on for my Son... he should be home from baseball practice pretty soon... but... ahh... yeah... you have my number," Debra, equally as nervous and anxious, replied. * * * * * Spread eagle and naked on his sheets, resting lazily in the complete darkness of his bedroom at a few minutes after 10 that night, Grant allowed his mind to drift back to when he and Debra had first met a day earlier and the youthful energy in her face and untapped aura that somehow surrounded her. He also couldn't deny just how good it felt sitting there with Debra earlier that evening in her salon, with her tender fingers dancing through his thinning hair at the same time he sat there enjoying the feel of her soft bosom tapping against his back. "Why don't you grow some balls and reach over and call her?" Grant lashed himself, knowing somehow the next step he took with Debra might open up his heart to the same pain he had just gotten over with his second divorce. "She's different... somehow... someway... she's different," another voice argued. Before he could reach over to the nightstand and dial Debra's number however, the phone rang. "Hello," he said. "Hi Daddy," his Daughter's voice filled his ear. "Oh... Melody... I wasn't expecting you to call so late... is everything OK?" he asked, the unsettledness in his voice clearly noticeable. "Oh... yeah... everything's fine... its just Thursday night and I didn't know what I'd get into this weekend... I haven't heard from you in a few weeks... just wanted to call and see how you were... I didn't wake you up did I?" She inquired. "I'm... fine... went to bed early... just been busy with work... and with... ," Grant started to mention Debra but decided his burgeoning relationship with her still wasn't far enough along to even think about getting his Daughter's antenna up. Ever intuitive, Melody saw through her Father's near slip. "So what's her name?" she asked with a definitive laugh. "Who?" Grant weakly tried to deny Melody's feminine instinct. "Come on Daddy... don't feel like you have to keep any secrets from me... you're a free man now... all I want to see you is happy... whatever happened between you and Mom is water under the bridge... its time you started thinking about yourself for a change!" His Daughter's words resonated vividly in Grant's mind. Having spent most of his entire adult life trying to be a good breadwinner, Husband and most importantly, Father, Grant had felt a gaping void in his life since Melody had graduated high school and went away to college. While proud of the job he did to raise her, clearly evident by how caring and understanding she was becoming as an adult, Grant felt an overwhelming emptiness at times not having her around to nurture and adore. The two talked for 10 minutes or so, on topics ranging from Melody's school work, her social life and what kind of bitch her Mother was continuing to be. They eventually said "I love you" and wished each other a good night before hanging up. Which left Grant exactly where he was before Melody called, laying in the dark, on the bed naked wondering why he was acting like a acne-faced 15 year old that was too afraid to call the new girl at school. Something had subtly changed in the past few minutes however. Whether it was everything that was happening with Debra to make him feel somewhat desirable again, the unexpected and pleasant call from Melody or just that he was finally coming out of the funk that came with the dissolution of his marriage as well as the shift and upheaval in his career, but Grant suddenly felt as virile and vital as he had in a long time. Looking down the length of the bed, that feeling was reinforced by the shadowy wand jutting from his crotch that swayed merrily through the darkness. Wrapping his right hand around the swelling warmth, Grant let out a low chuckle, enjoying the sensation of his heated blood rushing to his groin. Losing himself in myriad of blurred and lascivious thoughts, some he was proud of and some not so much, Grant increased the pressure and pace of his manipulations until his fleshy girth sizzled and pulsed in the palm of his jerking hand. Bracing his heels roughly into the mattress, Grant bucked and thrust his hips up from the bed as if he were fucking a series of invisible entities above. "GRRHHH... GGRRHHAAAAHHHHHH... GGRRAAHHHHHHH" he savagely blurted out for several seconds, filling his empty home with the primal sounds of his selfish endeavor. His entire six foot two inch body writhing from an explosive and much needed release, Grant twisted and squirmed on the sheets as an indiscriminate geyser of his sticky cum spayed out in every direction. For an instant, Grant assumed the all too loud ringing in his ears was just a byproduct of such a potent orgasm but when the phone rang for a second time, he slumped into a heap briefly before mustering the wherewithall to reach over and answer it. "Hi... Hi... Grant... it's Debra... I hope its not too late," the familiar voice filled Grant's fuzzy head. "... No... No," he stuttered between tortured breaths, trying his best to conceal the telltale signs of what he had been doing. "I had just laid done... maybe to read a little before I went to sleep," Grant fibbed convincingly. "Sorry... I was just bored I guess and had your number... so I just decided to you know... give you a call... God... I can't even remember the last time I called a guy like this... 16 maybe?" Debra babbled nervously, her head swimming just as Grant's was, for many of the same reasons. Congruence of Want Ch. 01 In a lot of ways, even though Debra was on the doorstep of her forties, she was still just a timid schoolgirl at heart. The 20 year marriage to Bobby had been the only serious relationship she had ever had and besides him, she had only slept with two other men her whole life, the boy she lost her virginity to in a moment of stoned weakness when she was 16 and a man she met at the bar soon after her divorce was finalized in another foolhardy moment of inebriated weakness. Even though she swore she'd never throw herself at a man after that unfortunate chasm of self control, here she was calling a man she'd known less than two days at a quarter till 11 at night. Flattered by Debra's combination of shyness and moxie, Grant finally took the hint and asked her out to dinner the following night. Debra eagerly accepted. Tossing the covers over his head after hanging up the phone with Debra after nearly an hour of friendly banter, Grant fell asleep with a mile wide grin etched across his face, just as Debra had done in her own bed, several miles away. * * * * * Grant picked Debra up at her salon a few minutes before seven that Friday night. Each tuckered from a long week at work and anxious to actually get their first chance to talk face to face without a million distractions, Grant drove to Debra's favorite barbeque place in town. Two hours later, once the restaurant staff began cleaning up around them, Debra and Grant, bloated from a wonderful meal, took the hint and began wrapping up dessert. Even though they had originally planned to do just dinner together, the conversation and chemistry had gone so well, neither acted as if they wanted the date to end. "I've got a new DVD player at home... picked it up at Walmart when I was getting some things for the new place... I haven't even tried hooking it up yet... I was wondering maybe... we could pick up a movie maybe... I've got some microwave popcorn at the house," Grant rambled. "... Oh... I don't know," Debra began before a very authoritative voice inside her head chimed in. "You're too old to be playing these silly... hard to get... games... SO STOP IT... this guy has been a perfect gentleman and you haven't stopped smiling since you met him," it told her. "Why not," Debra quickly amended her momentary pause. "My son is staying with some of his friends tonight... so sure... don't think I'll be any help getting the DVD thing hooked up though... but I'll try to make good company. " * * * * * Spartan as it was, Debra felt strangely at home as she followed Grant into his house. "You've known this guy less than a week... and you're walking into his place... and nobody even knows you're over here," Debra's skittish and judgmental inner voice scolded even though the deepest, most primal reaches of her soul had never felt safer. "Let me get the light," Grant's voice trailed off before the room was filled with the soft yellow glow from the lamp on the bookshelf. "MMMMM," Grant sighed proudly when he saw how attractive and attentive Debra looked standing in the center of the room. "The place could certainly use a woman's touch, " Grant freely admitted. "I don't think I've unpacked half my boxes from the move yet. " "I know what you mean... one of the few good things that came out of the divorce was I got to keep the house... I don't know what I'd done if I had to think about moving everything in it not to mention the salon... I remember when I was a kid after my Dad died... we had to move four or five times... I always swore when I got married and got a house... I wouldn't even think about moving until all the kids were grown," Debra recounted. "Same with me," Grant agreed, "but two divorces and three houses later... " "Best laid plans huh," Debra smiled, not even noticing how she was following Grant around his house like a half grown female pup. "You mentioned your Father... you said he died when you were 14... I'm sorry... lost mine when I was about the same age," Grant asked with soothing care, noting the still distinct twinge of loss in Debra's voice. "Yes... having it happen anytime is tough... but that's an especially rough age," she answered bravely before desperately looking for a way to change the subject. "So... Oh... is this you're Daughter?" Debra gathered herself and asked, seeing the picture of smiling strawberry blonde on the mantle. "Yeah... that's my Angel... up in Nashville... going to Vanderbilt... she's my oldest from my first marriage... I've got two sons from the second... love them both but their Mom has them pretty much brainwashed right now... Melody there... she's been with me through thick and thin," Grant beamed. "Talk to her much?" Debra politely asked, even though a strange mixture of jealousy, guilt and envy began to swirl just beneath the surface of her conscious thought. "About once a week or so... she's busy doing her own thing but I think she'll flip when I tell her about you and going out on a real date... she's been dying for me to get a social life after the nightmare of me and her Stepmom," Grant laughed. "The DVD player is in a box in the other room... let me run and find it... make yourself at home," Grant continued as headed to the spare bedroom. "OK," Debra smiled, taking a stroll around Grant's humble surroundings while he was gone, trying to imagine what role she might be able to play there. "Here it is... lets see if we can get this hooked up," Grant muttered a few moments later, walking over to the TV with the unopened package, unaware of the dreamy haze in the eyes of his date. "... OK... " Debra distantly sighed, the carpet seeming to turn to air beneath her feet. * * * * * Neither spring chickens, combined with the fact that each had just completed a full week at work and on top of it stayed up way too late with each other on the phone the night before, it wasn't surprising that after a full course meal at the restaurant that both Grant and Debra were dozing soundly on the sofa, less than 30 minutes after putting the movie in. A bowl of lukewarm popcorn resting on Grant's lap as Debra snuggled to his left, he snored gently against her nuzzling warmth. Debra was equally dead to the world. From the moment she had settled on the sofa beside Grant, she felt a constant giddy rush ripple through her flesh. Inching closer to him as the movie started, in an effort to make it easier for each to reach the popcorn, she felt her insides tingle when Grant finally reached his left arm over her shoulder and cautiously embraced her. Grinding ever closer once Grant took that step, Debra lost any conception of what was happening on tv when she began to feel Grant's weight against her body. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep under his wing. And the shallow breathing of Debra's body against his as well as the feminine aroma of her perfume caused Grant's eyelids to gradually give out soon after. Sometime an hour or so later, Grant was awakened by the sound of a crash scene in the movie on tv. "This must be a dream," he drowsily thought. His left arm now asleep and buzzing around Debra's cuddling frame, Grant raised it slightly and began shaking the cobwebs out, trying his best not to wake the sleeping beauty beside him. "Damn... a couple of minutes to midnight," Grant noticed the time, hating himself for tuckering out at such an early hour. Squeezing his hand a tad tighter around Debra's body, Grant prepared to wake her up. Before he did however, he just sat there staring down at the peaceful way she was sleeping in his arms for several moments. "Been a long time since I've had anything like this happen to me... I could just sit here and watch her sleep all night," Grant found himself thinking, the goosebumps on his neck spreading each time Debra's chest exhaled against his side. "What am I gonna do now?" Grant sat there betwixed, suddenly feeling the crotch of his pants beginning to tighten as Debra's soft, curly hair spilled down over his lap. Like a song he had heard long ago but couldn't quite place, an burning and unsettled sensation took root deep inside Grant's gut. "You've had women fall asleep beside you on a sofa before," he told himself even though he couldn't remember the last time it happened. "Monica never did... she wasn't the snuggling type," Grant racked his memory banks, knowing he never felt that same type of content and love from his most recent ex-wife. Just as his eyes were beginning to re-adjust to the dim light, like a splash of ice cold water across his face, Grant came face to face with the last woman he had felt that kind of bond with when he locked eyes with Melody's picture on the mantle. "Wow," Grant mouthed, his craw now filling with bitter and conflicted angst when he realized the last time a girl had fallen asleep so peacefully in his arms was his own Daughter, years earlier. "This is... just way too crazy," he mumbled as the unfathomable complications of everything he was feeling buzzed like a hive of bees inside his temples. Continuing to pet Debra on the top of her head with his left hand as he fought to ease his gaze away from Melody's picture, Grant finally closed his eyes in an effort to calm his raging confusion. "This is stupid... that what it is... fuckin' stupid... She's a grown woman with grown kids of her own," Grant angrily scolded himself, trying to ignore the awakened quagmire of lust bubbling in his bewildered soul. Inhaling deep breath after deep breath in his self imposed darkness, Grant couldn't help but lose himself in the smell of Debra's perfume as she clutched closely to him. "Damn," Grant groaned once again, forced to adjust his rear on the sofa because of the unforgiving presence of his erect cock stabbing out against his right thigh. Opening his eyes finally, with a hue of muddled intent, before Grant even knew he had made the conscious decision to do so, he leaned forward and softly drove his lips through Debra's curly brown hair and placed a tender kiss directly on the top of her head. "Now pull back... wake her up... and let her go home," Grant's conscience demanded. "One more kiss... just one more," his lust haggled until he had planted a half dozen kisses on the back of Debra's head and neck. Finally, she began to stir. "What... what time is it?" Debra's cottonmouth muttered. "Shh... shhh," Grant gently whispered down to her. "Don't worry... just a few minutes till midnight... I think we both dozed off for a while. " The warmth of their tangled bodies proving to be addictive for Debra, she instinctively nuzzled closer to Grant's body as she straddled the line between sleep and consciousness. Rotating his fingers in a compact circle on the hip of Debra's jeans, Grant closed his eyes again and said a quick prayer before kissing Debra, this time directly below her right ear. A sleepy gasp escaped Debra's lips when she realized it wasn't a dream. Her head swaying heavily as her body went numb, Debra rocked her chin high into the air, in essence offering her neck to Grant in a primal expression of want. A brief but potent flurry of passion erupted between the two before Grant and Debra momentarily pulled away to study the other's face for any sense of what was about to happen. Bowing her head forward a few seconds later, Debra pressed her face securely into Grant's chest, straddled her still sleepy left leg over his reclined body and mounted herself on top of him. Instantly feeling a euphoric rush of warmth and familiarity percolate through her soul when she had taken her place on top of Grant, Debra shuddered and shivered when she felt each of his hands reach down to hold her hips steady as he shifted his weight below. Her face still tightly wedged against the sanctuary of Grant's chest cavity, Debra was overwhelmed by the complex mixture of emotional and physical sensations the handsome stranger had unleashed inside of her. The fatherly warmth of his right hand gently caressing and petting the top of her head was complimented by the unspeakably lewd things his left was doing to her behind as she grinded on top of his lap. It wasn't until then Debra grasped the full gravity of the situation. She had thought she'd be content finding a man like Grant who she could feel close to and trusting of, but as she teetered on top of his groin and felt the inflamed log of his penis below, something long dormant in the fabric of Debra's being was awakened. "I want to undress you," she heard Grant whisper as he guided his right hand over her shoulder, down her arm before clasping it tightly around her left breast through her sweater. "... Please... do it," she mindlessly shuddered in return, extending her arms into the air to allow the older man the chance to work the sweater off of her. * * * * * Suddenly things went from going in slow motion for Grant to happening at mach speed. His fingers twisted in the bottom hem of Debra's sweater, in a stunning flash he had lifted the heavy garment over her head and off her arms before tossing it aside, leaving Debra sitting on top of his lap, her chest covered now in nothing but a dainty, half askew, light blue bra. Licking his lips, Grant scrubbed his palms down Debra's chest until he was fondling her modest endowment with both hands, allowing each of his burning fingertips to gracefully paw at every inch of Debra's flawless, golden tanned skin. Her lithe weight supported on his parted thighs, Grant continued to massage Debra's breasts as the two planted haphazard kisses all over each other's lips, cheeks and neck. Pulling back slightly when he felt his painful erection on the verge of tearing through the crotch of his pants, Grant slid backwards on the sofa and looked into Debra's dark and glistening eyes. "I want you," he mouthed up to her at the same time he blindly fumbled to unsnap his jeans. * * * * * Her knees splayed out to each side of Grant, buried firmly in the sofa cushions, Debra felt a billion goosebumps crinkle across the exposed skin of her shoulders and chest when she looked down and saw Glen's rigid penis flip free from his pants. "GGRRRHHH," she groaned hungrily when the fleshy cylinder seemed to twist into the air to face her. Once Grant pulled her towards him again, Debra became so engrossed in matching each one of her older lover's kisses, she barely realized he had unsnapped her jeans and was working them steadily down her thighs. "GGEESSHHHH," she squealed out loud when she felt several of Grant's fingers snake under the waistband of her panties and splash into the churning warmth of her vagina, causing her to collapse forward against his chest as he clumsily worked the jeans all the way down to her feet with his free hand. "God I feel like a virgin again, " Debra panted to herself, unable to remember a time when she felt such an odd mixture of nervous desperation and unquenched desire. Without warning, suddenly Debra felt Grant grab her by the waist and push her backwards until he rear end landed squarely on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "UUMMPPHH," Debra landed with a soft thud, now forced to spread her thighs outward and press her heels into the small table to balance her weight. Captivated by how demure, petite and pretty Debra's girlish figure looked sitting on the table in front of him, Grant's blood began to boil when he saw the way her shameless nipples protruded through her bra cups at the same time a wet splotch dotted the front of her baby blue panties. His cock now standing at full attention as he sat there naked from the waist down in front of Debra, Grant reached down and wrapped his palm around his throbbing erection. "SHIT... YESSS," Grant hissed disbelievingly as he began to selfishly piston his hand up and down on his raging girth, the whole time studying Debra's foggy expression. Increasing the pace and intensity of his right wrist, Grant raised his left hand towards Debra's chest and carefully pinched his fingers around the lacy border of her right bra cup. "Oh... Dear... God... YESSS," Grant muttered sheepishly when Debra's small titty flopped free from its constraints. Rubbing his palm up and down the jiggling and warm mass, Grant kneaded Debra's right breast tenderly between his fingers as he stared excitedly into her crystallized eyes. Continuing to masturbate himself with his right hand as he worked Debra's bra strap free over her shoulder, he then quickly separated the clasps in the front until the bra hung halfway off the shivering woman's torso. "What a beautiful body," Grant sighed with unmitigated wonder, savoring the visual progression of Debra's unfolding nudity. "No tan lines," he couldn't help but note, exploring Debra's breasts with his free hand as he continued to paw at his blood filled prick. His body now locked into the addictive cycle of his own selfish gratification, Grant teetered on the edge sanity, feeling the overwhelming rush of sexual adrenaline beginning to blister the inner walls of his psyche. Tilting his head back when he felt everything around him begin to spin, Grant sped up his masturbatory thrusts until he could feel his orgasm near. An instant later however, his entire body froze when he saw Debra lean forward on the table. "What... are... you... doi... YESSSSS," Grant spat crudely, his hips bucking up from the sofa when he felt Debra's skinny fingers tentativly wrap around his own meaty hand. "UMMMMMMMAAAHHHHHHH" Grant moaned from deep within his diaphragm each time his and Debra's joined hands sliced up and down on his jutting stalk. "GODDAMMNN... GODDAMMMN," he muttered incoherently, his entire crotch now spastically working up and down to meet Debra's caressing advances. "HOLY FUCK," Grant again grunted out several moments later, shaking his head disbelievingly side to side at the way Debra's B cup titties bounced and quivered against her chest each time she jerked up and down on his bulging prick. "God... I wanted to fuck her so bad," Grant bitterly grimaced to himself as the initial stages of orgasm swept through his synapses. Looking Debra in the eye one last time before he greedily erupted all over their working arms, Grant hastily nodded a quick and silent apology before thrusting upwards a final time. "GONNA CUM... GONNA CUM... GOODDDDDDD... I'M CUMMINNNGGGGGGGGG," the older man finally cried with a seething and exhausted cough, seemingly turning to putty in Debra's presence as his long deprived cock spat relentlessly into the air. >From a brief instant of weakness, Grant allowed is gaze to drift up to the mantle and the picture he'd been trying to ignore. "God... I am so sorry," he mouthed out loud before dropping his sightlines back down to Debra's. In a visceral way, the look he saw in Debra's eyes rocked him to the core more than the potent release he had just succumb to. Staring up at the younger woman, ashamed of the way his sticky cum was clinging to her dainty wrist and forearm, it seemed to him Debra had suddenly found herself entangled in some sort of hypnotic trance, as if a long barred door had been opened to a secret place in her soul. Leaning all the way back against the sofa, Grant extended his tired arms out and allowed an unsteady Debra to fall into them before pulling her naked body back on top of his. To be continued... Congruence of Want Ch. 02 "This ain't happening... this just can't be happening," Debra internally grasped for any shred of rationale sense to what had just transpired with Grant. "You were just sitting down and having a nice dinner with him less than three hours ago... and now... now... now you're sitting on his coffee table... in nothing but your panties... and you just... just helped fondle him..." Her vocal chords seemingly injected full of Novocain, everything Debra tried to say came out as a garbled and dull whisper. "And his cum Debra... his cum... his warm cum is all over you... what in the Hell have you done... You've barely even known him two days... and this happens!" Her conscience taunted. "You swore you'd never be this weak with a man... ever again... that you'd never do anything like this with a man before you earned his trust... much less his love!" In a sick way though, Debra knew she'd never done anything quite like that with any man in her past. While there had been a few 'wham-bam' type experiences bracketed around her 20 year marriage, those had been pure, straight forward and rather unfulfilling sex. What she had just shared with Grant, she didn't have any Earthly name for. Still feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened, Debra continued to crouch there silently on top of the table, feeling the heat radiating from Grant's pleasure stricken body. "You just sat there like a model on display... like a magazine foldout on top of the table and let him jack off staring at you," Debra's rational mind told her, still unsure if she was disgusted or strangely inspired by the truth of it all. It was then the sheer thought that a man had been that aroused by her settled into Debra's craw, unnerving her to no end as she tried to divine some clarity to it all. In a strange way at that moment, Debra became fixated on a flashback to her childhood Even though she had just taken part in the most adult act of her life. Even though it might have taken every therapist in Hollywood's combined efforts to diagnose the confusion and uncertainty that had stricken her, just for a crystal clear instant, Debra understood that it took the amount of trust she, for some reason, felt for Grant to feel safe enough to do what she had just done. So when Grant extended his arms out towards her, Debra giggled like a small child as she fell into his waiting embrace and allowed him to pull her nearly nude body back on top of his. * * * * * "You haven't had sex with a woman in nearly a year and now you get this chance... this perfect fucking chance... and what do you do... you cum all over the place like a desperate teenager... God... I wanted this to be perfect... ," Grant internally beat himself up, unable to come to grips with how impatient and lewd he had been with Debra. And still, there she was straddling his lap with her bare breasts flush against his chest as she nuzzled her face on his shoulder. Swaying the back of his head against the sofa as if lost in a dream, out of the corner of his eye Grant saw just how late it was getting. "Don't say a word... don't ruin it," a wise and prudent voice whispered inside his head as Debra purred like a content and satiated kitten on his lap. His eyelids growing heavier as his and Debra's breathing began to synchronize, just as Grant was about to doze off again on the sofa, he drowsily looked down and saw Debra working the buttons of his white dress shirt open. His energy completely tapped out, all Grant could do was sit there and watch as Debra worked her soft fingers down the front of his chest. A low 'ohh' oozed from Grant's lips when Debra pulled his shirt apart and slid her angelic fingertips through the hair on his chest. Carefully raising each of his hands into the air, Grant softly placed them on Debra's shoulder and back as she snugly lounged on top of him. "OH... MY... " Grant trembled out loud when he felt Debra's fingernails slid across his left nipple for the first time. Flailing his hands out to each side in a clear show of surrender to whatever Debra wanted to do to him, Grant felt a solar flare shoot through his spine when Debra's panty clad crotch started grinding down on top of his suddenly re-energized groin. A slave to Debra's will for what seemed like an eternity, all Grant could do was stare down with wide-eyed admiration as the younger woman playfully kissed and tongued her way up his bare chest. Like a lit fuse on a stick of dynamite, Debra steadily worked her lips up the length of Grant's torso, across the width of his barrel chest, up his neck and finally exploded onto his waiting mouth. A frightening and fierce show of passion played out on the sofa between the two for several moments until a rejuvenated Grant grabbed Debra by the waist and deposited her once again on the coffee table in front of him, only this time with her back flat against the sturdy hardwood surface. Debra's legs spread wide in front of him, Grant eased forward and knelt in front of the prone young woman, just like he was praying before a pagan alter. Pressing his hands into each of Debra's toned and girlish thighs, Grant positioned her squarely on top of the table before leaning down to resume kissing her. Giddy from the way Debra's knees felt bracketing him on each side, Grant's lust raged when he felt the glowing warmth of Debra's vagina compressed against his belly. Tracing his tongue down the tanned expanse of Debra's trembling body, Grant dreamily tasted her naked essence until his roaming lips came to the waistband of the shivering woman's sopping wet panties. Inhaling her ripe and fragrant aroma until his eyes nearly watered, Grant focused his eyes on the moist fabric that concealed his ultimate goal. With Debra securely perched on the table, Grant eased her legs high into the air before digging his fingers into the satiny sheen Debra's undergarments and pulled them free from her clinging crotch. "Wow," Grant mumbled under his breath when he got his first unfettered glimpse of Debra's private lair. Raising his weathered right hand above Debra's body, Grant could feel her anxious warmth against the underside of his arm before lowering his fingers down to the center of her flat belly. Raking his digits steadily down her midriff before he finally enveloped her steaming genitals with his palm, Grant tenderly closed his grip around Debra's pussy, holding it in his hand as if it was a treasured talisman. "There it is," Grant parted his fingers and whispered, resting there on his knees for a good moment or two, simply admiring the shape and contours of Debra's complete nudity before focusing in on the thickly furred triangle below her waist and the pink blossoming oval that glowed underneath. "It's mine... Goddammitt... it's mine," Grant thought with ravenous delight as he squeezed and caressed Debra's swollen vagina. "It's just like holding an oasis in your hand," he marveled before beginning to rotate his fingers in slow and sensuous circles around the bubbling warmth of Debra's secret cauldron. Keeping the pressure of his palm clamped over her vagina, using it to scour the damp, hair rimmed fissure until his wrist was coated with Debra's slick secretions, Grant never took his eyes off the way her body bucked and swayed on top of the table each time he pressed harder against her flared womb. Finally spreading his fingers aside when he felt Debra teetering on the edge of delirium, Grant leaned forward and planted and deep, soulful kiss of possession directly on top of the puckered slit of Debra's pussy. A loud, "UHHH," shot from deep within Debra's gut when she felt her older lover's lips collide with her dripping bloom. Her eyes closed as she squirmed under Grant's churning mouth, a million random mini-explosions detonated behind her clenched eyelids. "... Fuck... Fu... Fuck... Fu... Fu... Fuck," Debra moaned in her distinctive Southern twang, feeling a man's mouth on her sex for the first time since her marriage began to take a downturn several years earlier. Grant's tongue feeling like a dragon's tail swiping through the buttery pool of her cunt, Debra could feel the ticklish presence of several warm tears rolling down her cheeks. Content just to lay there enjoying the way Grant devoured her clitoris and labia to orgasm, Debra yelped in shock when she felt his steady hands reach under her back and in an awkward but effective slingshot motion, raise her into the air and pull her back onto the sofa on top of him. Only this time Grant held Debra's body about a foot above him so that her knees were pressed into the back sofa cushions and her cunt was still nestled securely on his wanton mouth. "OH... GOD," Debra mumbled, feeling her legs and upper body go limp until Grant circled his hands around her hips, in the process forcing her sex even tighter against the whirling dervish of his tongue. Suspended in the air on top of Grant's face, Debra churned her waist in short, quick and violent circles until it felt as if someone was holding a lit torch up to her long deprived cunt. Her knees trembling wildly on top of the sofa as Grant held her ass in his vice grip, Debra's head teetered back and forth like a life-sized bobblehead doll. Each time Grant pressed his face further up inside Debra's crotch, her gyrations grew in intensity until she was literally clawing her fingernails into the fabric on the top of the couch. Her facial ticks becoming more and more demonstrative with each passing second, Debra's voice suddenly filled the room with the same screeching tenor of a car's tires during a wreck when she submitted to the most intense and bone jarring orgasm of her life. "OOOOHH... MMYYYY... GGAAWDDDDD," the normally sexually reserved woman's screams echoed through Grant's quarters as she writhed and thrust her aching crotch repeatedly against his plowing oral assault. Exhausted and desperate for air himself, Grant gradually eased his submerged mouth from the quivering and slick depths of Debra's cunt. Keeping her asscheeks tightly in his grip, Grant massaged Debra's trembling weight like a rag doll in his hands, allowing the spent woman to gracefully settle down on top of his lap. Tenderly squeezing each of Debra's small breasts between his fingers as she curled up on top of him, Grant allowed her to go limp as she straddled his naked crotch. "You OK?" he softly asked, to which Debra silently nodded. Feeling the residue of Debra's joy when her tearstained cheek brushed against his bare chest, a jolt went through Grant's flesh causing his nurturing instincts suddenly kick in. Raising his right hand to the top of Debra's head, Grant gently petted the shivering woman as he fought back tears of his own. * * * * * For the second time of the evening, this time with their naked bodies intertwined, Debra and Grant fell asleep on the sofa. Each content and basking in the glow of their recent orgasm, the two slept soundly in each other's arms well into the night. This time however, it was Debra that stirred first. Blinking the cobwebs out of her tired eyes, she surveyed the length of her coiled body just to make sure it was still attached after such a violent release. Her right ear pressed against the pillow of Grant's bare chest, Debra could feel his steady heartbeat on her cheek as he slept like a hibernating bear beside her. Allowing her eyes to drift lower as she steadily awoke, Debra couldn't help but gaze down at the now flaccid appendage between Grant's legs. Reaching down lazily with her left hand, Debra grazed her fingertips across the muscled expanse of his thigh before creeping it ever closer to his groin. "Let him sleep," a cajoling voice inside her head begged Even though she could already imagine the warmth and power of his pending erection in her approaching hand. Gently easing her body down Grant's torso as he continued to sleep, Debra tried to remember the last time she had been that close to a naked man. Her skin buzzing to the touch inhaling his masculine scent, Debra had to dab the accumulated saliva from her lower lip as she studied Grant's sleeping penis. Inching her manicured hand forward, she gently tapped her long red fingernails over the ruffled skin of Grant's scrotum before training the path of her advances straight for his shiny but limp cock. Scooting her behind into the sofa cushions while simultaneously anchoring her left foot on the floor, Debra pressed her face down to the exact spot her hand was freely exploring. Feeling the naked man twitch slightly when her warm breath tickled his crotch, Debra had no idea Grant had opened his eyes just as her mouth descended towards his sleeping manhood. "Fuck," Grant dreamily mouthed, his body seeming to inflate instantly when he felt Debra's velvet lips securely wrap around his penis. Rubbing his left hand through Debra's hair, Grant sat there measuring the younger woman's bobbing rhythm, loving the way Debra's lips were forced to adjust each time she sensed his cock ballooning in her mouth. Lowering his free hand down to his balls, Grant lazily began to massage himself, allowing the drool from Debra's churning mouth to ooze out over his fingers. He could tell from the tentative way Debra went about her lurid chore, she was somewhat inexperienced and hesitant. That realization sent another superheated rush of adrenaline through Grant's groin as he lounged there watching the way she lovingly lathered and bathed his dick. Rocking his head side to side again against the back cushions of the sofa, Grant had to fight the suddenly urgent call to steal another peek up on the mantle. "Don't do it... for the love of God... let this be," part of his conscious persona argued fiercely Even though his eyes had already latched on the smiling, framed face above. Several seconds of soul tearing emotion swirled through Grant's senses before he was finally shamed enough to bow his eyes shut. Opening them a few moments later, Grant wallowed in a mixture of self loathing guilt and unmitigated arousal watching the way his growing cock caused Debra's cheek to steadily bulge out as it expanded in her mouth. "I could just sit her and watch her do this all night," Grant whimsically thought as he slid his fingers tenderly through Debra's curly hair. Replacing his left hand on top of Debra's head with his right when he noticed her perfectly round ass out of the corner of his eye, Grant brushed his fingertips down the smooth lines of her naked midriff, over her tanned and well toned hips until they disappeared between her slightly parted asscheeks. Immediately feeling the moist warmth against his palm when he ground it into Debra's still tingling pussy, Grant shivered and bucked several times when he felt Debra's mouth gasp and shudder on top of his cock. Angling his index and middle fingers into the crevice of Debra's quim once more, Grant began to surgically rotate the embedded digits until Debra was forced to grind and hump the sofa below. "Fuck Yes... Damn she's wet, " Grant groaned in amazement to himself as Debra squeezed his wrist tight between the constricting grip of her well toned thighs. His cock fully grown and alive inside the snug sheath of her hungry mouth, Grant slid his right hand gently down Debra's neck and clamped his fingers just below each of her ears. "Goddamnit Debra... I want to fuck you so bad... I want to fuck you right now," he frantically murmured, the desperation clear in his voice as inch after saliva drenched inch of his jutting appendage were freed from Debra's distended lips. "I feel like I've been wanting to do this... with you... my whole life," Grant whispered as he helped Debra roll over on the sofa. Somehow Grant's simple, hauntingly heartfelt statement struck Debra deep to the core. Flat on her back, as naked, anxious and vulnerable as she'd ever been, she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation when she looked up at Grant's face above her. "You've been waiting for this your whole life too," a skittish voice of lost youth distantly reminded Debra. Her eyes glued to Grant's, Debra couldn't help but follow the path of his steady gaze when he briefly turned his head towards the mantle. It took a moment, but Debra gradually came to grips with what Grant was searching for in that picture. Reaching her tiny but warm right hand up to Grant's chest, Debra softly massaged the man's rapidly beating heart and when he finally turned his head back to face her, she mouthed the words "It's OK," in a tone of primal and shared understanding. Instantly spreading her thighs apart when Grant's left knee pressed down just below her glistening pussy, Debra extended her arms in show of acceptance and invitation. Bowing his head when he realized Debra inherently understood what he was struggling with, and understood himself what she was maybe struggling with as well, Grant slid his body down on top of hers until his pelvic bone came to rest perfectly on top of hers. Gently allowing his weight to settle on top of hers on the cramped and barely adequate couch, Grant lowered his lips to kiss Debra, first on her forehead, then her right cheek and finally down onto her waiting mouth. "MMMM... YEESS," he heard a muzzled gasp escape the younger woman's throat at the same time her long fingernails dug 10 tiny swaths into his shoulders and back. Cupping his right hand over Debra's left breast, Grant teased and thumbed at its jiggly warmth as he used his left to position Debra just right beneath him. Relaxing the suction of his lips on Debra's when he felt the head of his cock graze against the furry heat of Debra's vagina, Grant pulled back slightly until he could see his turgid hard-on nesting on top of the splendid, oily pool between Debra's legs. Guiding his right hand down to his groin, Grant took his cock into his hand and swiped it through the damp, buttery slit. "OHH... GOD," Debra cringed below, her startled eyes rotating like aimless marbles inside their sockets as she tried to look down at Grant lubricating his cock with her own languid juices. Using his left hand to straddle Debra's right leg over the top edge of the couch, Grant then used his right knee to force Debra's left thigh just a little further to the side until her pussy opened up completely in front of him. Watching with a cosmic hunger as Debra's well stoked sex blossomed before his eyes, Grant simply knelt there admiring it for a lingering moment before pressing down and aiming the throbbing helmet shaped head of his penis directly into the pink and puckered void. Unable to reconcile which he wanted to watch more, the image of his rock hard cock disappearing into the tight and churning sheath of Debra's cunt or the look in her angelic face as he gradually split her womanhood open, Grant darted his gaze up and down Debra's shimmering frame until he was nearly dizzy with lust. "GGRR... OHHHH... YEAH," he groaned, feeling Debra's liquid cavern envelope his cock and pull him steadily deeper. Dropping his chest down on top of hers, Grant nuzzled his lips on the nape of Debra's neck and gently worked his front teeth into her soft fragrant flesh until her penetrated crotch began working upwards against his. Wanting to feel Grant's manhood all the way inside of her, Debra lowered her right leg off the back edge of the sofa and clasped it down around Grant's back, clamping his sweaty body down even tighter on top of hers. * * * * * The only sounds in Grant Barrett's townhouse at that dreadfully early hour of the morning were his and Debra's bodies crashing together and the growling howl of their breath as they groped, pawed and feasted on each other. For nearly an hour the two made love on the sofa, their pace ranging from frantic to sensuous and everything in between as they worked out a lifetime of pent-up sexual and emotional energy on the other. Congruence of Want Ch. 02 Debra had gone so far as wrapping her left leg, that had been anchored on the floor, around Grant's back, locking it tightly with her right ankle, causing her ass and her lower back to lift off the cushions below, allowing Grant free reign to rapidly slam his driving weight directly into her suspended snatch. Grant's fingers dug fiercely into her rear, supporting each of her quivering asscheeks, Debra's stomach and chest bowed high into the air as the older man relentlessly pile-drived her sopping pussy. "AAAHH... AAHHHH... AAAHHHHHH," Debra grimaced, thrashing her head on the pillow at the bottom edge of the sofa. Reaching each of her hands behind her head, feeling as if she was about to somehow levitate from the couch, Debra clutched tightly to the armrest behind her as Grant repeatedly slammed his crotch down on top of hers. Her legs folded obscenely around Grant's waist at the same time her ass, back and shoulders lurched several inches off the cushions, Debra seemed to be floating in mid air as the V of her trembling thighs constricted savagely around Grant's pistoning hips. Barely tethered to the sofa, or to reality at that moment, Debra looked up through the slits of her discombobulated eyes and felt a sadistic and feverish rush when she saw just how in control Grant looked kneeling above her. Legs locked around Grant's back and her crotch impaled helplessly on his meaty sword, Debra pulled her hands away from the armrest behind her and slapped them both down on the insides of her thighs. Using her thumbs and fingers to pull the lips of her pussy all the way apart, Debra did her best to offer Grant unhindered access to her frothing depths. Flashing lights exploding in her head each time Grant's submerged phallus battered the inner walls of her cervix, Debra wrapped her left hand around the veiny base of Grant's cock and helped him slam it harder into her. "OH... GOD... YES... OHHHH... GODDDDD... I CAN'T TAKE IT MUCH LONGER," the spastic woman cried, feeling her entire body beginning to burn and bounce on the sofa. Suddenly feeling the muscles in her legs give way around Grant's waist, an avalanche of long repressed and concealed emotions burst through the surface, nearly causing Debra to blackout underneath him when she came. * * * * * It had been so long since Grant had been with a woman and had the pleasure to push her to the point of orgasm, he was powerless to do anything more than kneel there for a few moments and watch as Debra became unglued before his eyes. The primal call of what to do all came back to him quickly however when he saw the way Debra's entire body began to corkscrew on the sofa and her tanned, teacup shaped breasts shook with ever increasing velocity on her chest. Rapidly intensifying his thrusts when he saw how close Debra was to letting go, Grant cinched his grip even tighter into Debra's warm and slippery asscheeks. Knowing his dick was going to be raw for the foreseeable future after such a rough communion, at that moment he knew it was well worth it for the years worth of pent up sexual angst he was about to release. "GGEEEEZZZZZZUUUSSSSS... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMAAAHHHHHH," Debra's high-pitched voice ricocheted through the living room, the echoes bouncing off the walls as her second orgasm of the night bombarded her senses. Perched on his knees, holding Debra's twisting and thrashing body in his hands, the veins in Grant's neck rippled and his head shot back when the remaining seed bubbled up from his churning loins and spat its soothing mucus deep into Debra's scorched and nearly raw vaginal folds. "GODDAMN... DEBRA... OHH... FUCKING GODDDDD... I'M CUMMINGGGGG," he hoarsely growled, brutally plowing his hips forward until he felt his cock go numb inside the milking sheath of Debra's womb. When he could finally thrust no more, Grant rocked backwards and collapsed on the far end of the sofa, his eyes less than two feet away from the glorious sight of Debra's gaping pussy. Their legs intertwined, Grant filled with exhausted sense pride knowing he was the man responsible for leaving her in such a devastated and fulfilled state. Reaching his right arm up to wipe the sweat from his brow, Grant stared down admiring her body, waiting for Debra to come to. * * * * * Just as Grant's, Debra's head was scrambled from the indescribable culmination to the evening. Propping herself up on her elbows when she was finally able to muster the strength, Debra scanned the length of her worn and pulsing body and couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the hallowed out pink bloom of her pussy and the slowly shrinking log between Grant's legs that had been responsible for it. Suddenly feeling a cold chill tingle through her naked body as the endorphins of her release gradually gave way, Debra lifted her back from the sofa and collapsed forward into Grant's warm and waiting embrace. Resting her head just below the older man's still heaving chest, Debra kissed him again, this time just below the right nipple before caressing her hand down on top of his beaten crotch. Gently rubbing her palm around the width of Grant's spent balls, Debra gracefully brushed her fingers through the salt and pepper tangle of pubic hair just above his worn out cock before leaning down to kiss its greasy and bruised tip. There in the unspoken moment, Debra held the one thing in her hand that had finally made her feel like a complete woman, while at the same time satisfying all the unfulfilled innocence and joy she had been deprived of long ago, as a child. The End Thanks for taking the time.