Surprise Visitor – Part 3

The next morning I went into the bathroom to inspect my shaved groin area in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe what had happened last night but the mirror proved it was not a dream. It looked and felt strange but I decided I could get used to it and may even learn to like it. Heather came in gave me a good morning kiss and jumped into the shower. After a few minutes of washing her body she asked, “Care to join me?” I may be a lot of things but I’m not a fool … of course I did and in I went. She was standing under the shower with water dripping off her breasts. Her 5 months pregnant belly jutted out, but it was her wet shaved pussy that I stared at in awe. It was perfectly smooth. Her pussy lips were slightly open allowing me to glimpse her most private parts. Her clit was slightly swollen and protruding at the top of her delicious looking cunt. I moved towards her and she soaped up the wash rag and began wiping every inch of my body. By then I was completely hard and she spent extra time gently scrubbing my groin. She turned off the water and we got out of the shower and dried each other off.

“Will you do something for me?” she asked quietly. “Anything you want Heather,” I answered. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She slid into bed and spread her legs to show me all of her naked body. “No one has ever licked or tasted my pussy. Would you like to be the first?” she whispered. I nodded yes but stood there looking at her now smiling face, her breasts and nipples, and her very pregnant belly. I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. Then I bent over to kiss her lips and moved down to her breasts … sucking her areolas and licking her nipples … kissing her belly and finally I brought my face closer and inhaled the sweet scent of soap and of her feminine arousal.

Then I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid into bed with my head between her legs, and softly pushed my face deep into her shaved smooth pussy. My mouth quickly found her clit and I flicked it with my tongue. From the second I made contact she was started to moan. When I pushed my tongue against it, she sucked in air and started writhing around while I continued my attack on her juicy pussy. I drank in as much of her female juices as I could get as I started working my tongue up and down her slit. Then I speared my tongue as deep as I could into the folds of her pussy and started to probe her with my tongue. “Oh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. I want to cum with your tongue in me …” she whimpered. The taste of her pussy sweetened … a sign that her orgasm was about to begin. I continued to push my tongue deep into Heather’s pussy and she screamed as her body started convulsing. I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. All of a sudden she stopped moving and her moan filled the room as her orgasm crashed through her body. I gently kept my warm tongue pushed against her clit until she was finally finished. “Oh Stan, that was incredible!” she said. I moved back up and kissed her again as she lovingly ran her hands through my hair. All I wanted to do was put my arms around her and protect her from the world.

The next couple of weeks were something else. I started taking weekly pictures of her belly with a cloth tape measure wrapped around to show how much she was growing. I also took candid shots of our day to day activities … I wanted to remember her after she went home. She loved getting back rubs with massage oil and especially liked it when I used my finger nails to slowly scratch her back. This never failed to cause goose bumps. We also stared using coco butter on her belly to reduce stretch marks. Heather taught me how to shave her pussy and my groin area without drawing blood. I would shave her every Tuesday and Friday and she would shave me every Wednesday and Saturday. Usually this would lead to showering together and some sort of sexual activity … sometimes just touching and kissing … sometimes more. We went through a lot of bottles of skin lotions and massage oils. I’m not sure how or when it happened but we were finally tuned in to each other’s needs. Everything felt right. We went shopping, to restaurants, and to her doctor appointments together. Life was good.

We were having lunch one day and Heather asked me, “What’s up with you and Aunt Monica?” “What do you mean? She was Gina’s best friend … and my friend for almost 25 years.” “No, there’s more to it than that … you are holding something back. She gets a wistful look every time she talks about you. Tell me the truth,” she said. “I will tell you, but only if you promise me that you will never tell her or anyone else about us. Do you promise?” I asked. Heather answered, “Yes I do. I promise … It’s our secret.” I believed her and then said, “The truth is that I am ‘In Love’ with Monica and wanted to share the rest of my life with her. We had one great weekend in April but her being married to Clark kills any chance of us ever being together.” She nodded her head in agreement. “Thanks for telling me the truth,” she said. We were both lost in our thoughts for a moment. “Now it’s your turn to tell the truth. I’m 65 … You’re 33 … Why did you make love with me the first time?” She looked me in the eyes and said, “Truthfully the first time was for pure sexual release … my body wanted and needed that orgasm … I had to have it.” “What about now? Do you agree that we have an almost perfect sexual connection?” I asked. She answered, “Yes. But with you it’s more than sex … it is an emotionally bond. You fulfill me. Age has nothing to do with it. I am closer to you than I ever was with my soon to be ex-husband.” I nodded and said, “Thank you Heather … you make me as happy as I’ve been in a long time.” And then we kissed and I held her in my arms.

I found out how true that was later that day when Heather came into the kitchen with a strange look on her face. “Quick, give me your hand.” I reached over and she put my hand on her belly. I felt the baby kick. I looked at her face. She was in awe and said, “That’s the first time that happened.” And then it really hit me … we weren’t ‘In Love’ but we did love each other. “Heather I am so happy I can be in your life even if it’s only for 2 months. You mean everything to me,” I whispered. She looked at me and started to cry and said, “I know … I need you too.” We both knew that this temporary situation we were in was soon going to end. She put her hands to my face and gave me the sweetest kiss. We knew that from now on we were soul mates and would be for the rest of our lives. We spent the rest of the day talking about the baby, the future, and about the things that really matter most.

The next morning Heather came out of her room with two dark wet spots on the front of her shirt. She said, “My breasts have started making milk.” She took off her shirt baring her breasts and nipples. There were white droplets on each nipple. I was amazed. “Is this normal … should this be happening now?” I asked. She wasn’t sure. I suggested she call her doctor and schedule an appointment ASAP.