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My friend's name is Kamila but she goes by Kimla and she is one hell of a Mediterranean beauty. Tall at 5 ft 8 in, dark eyes, olive complexion, long slightly curled jet black hair, full lips, and a perfect mom bod. She never offered and I've never asked for her measurements but I'd place a strong bet on 36-32-38 with heavy mom breasts on the larger side of a C cup and motherly hips. She is Lebanese by birth but lived in Jordan, where she married, and later Egypt where her husband, Samir (or Sammy) where they worked until moving to the states some 10 years ago.
That's when I met them. They moved into my upper middle class neighborhood and we hit it off immediately. At the time I was 22 and recently divorced but had a new girlfriend who had 2 preteen children about the same ages as their 3. The kids got along wonderfully and we spent long hours drinking wine and talking to them into the wee hours of the morning nearly every weekend.
They have three children, two boys and a girl. Being from Lebanon they were not Muslim but rather strict Eastern Orthodox Christian with a strong Maronite influence. So, very much on the conservative side. Kimla and her daughter were always in calf length dresses which didn't reveal much but were usually very alluring, at least to me, and, as I mentioned, conservative.
Eight years went by and I had broken up with the girlfriend. Turned out she wanted a friend with benefits but not a partner. I was seeking more, at least at the time I was. Sammy and family still lived next and our relationship had grown quite close. I had had a swimming pool put in and we had put a gate into the backyard privacy fence separating our yards so they and the kids could use it when they wanted. My natural olive complexion and black hair, allowed me fit right in with them socially. In their social settings Sammy kept introducing me to friends as his brother. Seems in Jordan it is a great compliment and expression of endearment. It was Sammy who patiently taught me passable Syriac. Other than being a chain smoker, which I always bugged him about, he was a great guy.
Their daughter, Giselle, the oldest and quite intelligent, used the pool quite often until she left for university about a year ago. She graduated 2 years early so was only 16 when she went to the local Uni. She was a young less physically mature version of mom but still, quite a beauty.
The lady's bathing suits always made me smile. They were high necked one piece things with a skirt which went to the mid thigh. Pretty damned concealing in this day and age, but once again reflected their faith and cultural modesty. Some of my education in their personal grooming happened near the pool. Being good looking women of course I looked. Although not Muslin and not practicing fitra I noticed Kimla and daughter shaved their legs and armpits.
Arabic women sometimes get an undeserved reputation as being hairy. Mediterranean women in general are thought to have more hair than others when it's really a matter of darker hair being more visible. Muslim women are encouraged by the sunnah to trim their hair. Culturally it bled over to the Orthodox women. At the time I had suspicions about whether they shaved or trimmed pubic hair from puffy pubic areas in wet bathing suits. I guessed trimmed.
As for Sammy, well he was a great guy but along the topic of "packages" he was, at least from my perspective, lacking. Look, I'm no John Holmes with a giant horse schlong but I'm longer than normal at 17 cm (or 6.7 inches) but I've been told by partners that my girth of 14 cm (or 5 1/2 inches) is quite thick. But hell, who am I to say? A woman decides what is or is not "sufficient" and apparently Sammy, with 3 kids and a loving wife, was at the very least sufficient.
We had become close to the point that I began attending church with them. I think they, particularly Sammy, had the hopes I'd convert but I never seriously considered it even though I liked their faith's beliefs quite a lot and had even learned passable Arabic. I was a non-practicing Catholic. He had mentioned several times that their eldest daughter and I would make a good match. There was only a 12 year difference between us and I seriously considered it but she didn't seem interested. Suffice to say I blended in completely with them. If you didn't know otherwise you'd think I was Orthodox.
One day I was puttering around on the back porch and could hear Sammy mowing. I was startled and shocked to hear a scream come from next door. I sprinted through the back gate and found Kimla in the back yard kneeling over Sammy. I dialed 911 and the operator talked me through resuscitation until the responders arrived. By the lack of pulse and blue lips it was clear to me he was gone from the moment I got there.
He had passed of a heart attack while mowing his back yard. It was completely out of the blue. One moment here, the next gone. Worst was that at 40 he was a pretty young and left a young wife and family behind. Kimla was the same age.
For reasons I'd learn in the future the church was adamant the funeral be strictly family but Kimla and the kids considered me family and, much to the consternation of her mother and priest, insisted I attend. In fact they had me drive them to the memorial service.
For several months Kimla had loads of family around with her mom and younger sister Selah staying with her. They were from the Hasbayya region of Lebanon and it was their first trip to the US. It was traditional the family gather to protect and care for a family who lost the paternal rudder. Financially they were fine, in fact more than just fine. Sammy had invested well.
Without being asked I'd taken to doing things she needed done such as lawn care, taking her trash cans to the curb when it was collection time, doing some light maintenance as I noticed it, taking care of her pets when she was gone, etc.
Initially I had hopes of, well taking advantage of the situation (wink wink nudge nudge), but I came to the realization the longer I was with her family that as a foreigner and non-orthodox I had little chance of being taken seriously let alone a chance to get between her lucious legs. But patience and surprising cultural rules would wind up being decidedly in my favor.
At first I think her family was more than a bit suspicious of my intentions being 10 years younger than Kimla, but I grew on them. They would ride with me to church and then I'd treat them to breakfast after the service. Mom especially loved Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. I even had them over for an American BBQ. First time I'd smoked a lamb though. Whether it worked out or they were just polite I never really figured out which.
Mom refused to let anyone swim with an unmarried man around. Had to love mom. But I knew I'd been accepted or at the very least trusted by them when I wound up driving Kimla's sister and mother to the airport when they flew back to Lebanon. They both hugged me. I was shocked when mom took my head in her hands and made me promise to watch over Kimla. I promised to keep her safe and sound.
But, I was relieved when everyone left and it became calm again, just in time for summer to really set in. It got hot, really hot and I as usual dressed in my swim trunks most of the time so I could dive in the pool a few times a day as it struck me.
BTW, its not that I don't work, I work quite a lot but my IT Security consulting work allows me to work from home. My hours can be weird due to some overseas clients and their time zones. It does require overseas travel fairly often and I took the travel opportunities to purchase gifts for Kimla and the kids.
Unlike when Sammy was here, Kimla would never swim with me, again it was the conservative optics of such a thing. Likewise, the kids weren't allowed over unless with mom. Sammy's death had changed the permitted relationship. She would however sit in her bathing suit with a light shawl over her shoulders and a large beach towel over her knees and watch me frolic with her son. I like to frolic. When we got out she'd get in. We talked the entire time, casual, no innuendo or suggestions. Just friends talking. I was the recipient of some might fine hugs during these times.
I tried not to read too much into them but damn, each time I could feel the fullness of her breasts pressing against me.
This is not to say I wasn't interested in her either sexually or romantically. Kimla was not just an attractive woman, in my eyes she was hot, and getting hotter by the day. So ya, either situation would be great.
More than once I got an eye full of nipple pokies as she got out of the pool and once or twice she caught me looking. I'd smile sheepishly and she'd blush. She was a certifiable undeniable MILF.
16 months after Sammy passed and after another child had gone off to university I could sense she was annoyed. She was under considerable pressure from her mother to remarry. Once again, a cultural thing but I sensed a deeper reason that they didn't let on to. However, a woman her age with children, especially a marriageable aged daughter, was expected to quickly remarry. Mom also was in contact with friends who were constantly trying to get her set up on dates. Kimla rebuffed all attempts and confided in me during one of our over the fence conversations.
I listened as her frustrations poured out, she repeated over and over again that she just wasn't ready and that when she met "the right man" she'd know it. She was in conflict with at least a few cultural traditions, clearly being in the US for over a decade had softened her a bit.
At one point she took a deep breath and sighed. I filled in the pause by blurting out, "you're young, smart, wonderful sense of humor, you have three beautiful children, " I smiled, "you're stunningly beautiful, and you have me as a friend and neighbor, now how lucky is that?"
Kimla's mouth was agape but her eyes were darting back and forth. I had unintentionally crossed a line? But I had embarrassed her and she blushed, a lot. I'd never seen her so flustered.
She headed for the gate.
Our conversation had ended and as I walked away I half turned and said, "hey, your mom knows me, you could always tell her you're dating me."
Kimla stopped and turned back to me while back peddling saying as she shook her head, "Knowing you and me dating an ajnabi? Well I suppose the scandal would either quiet them down or you'd be getting a visit from our priest."
Then she stopped completely and got a quizical look on her face, "wait, did you just ask me out?"
I smiled and motioned to my ears as if I couldn't hear her. As I stepped into the house she was still standing there looking.
"Fucking idiot," I thought to myself, "fucked that up." Her calling me an ajnabi wasn't meant as an insult but revealed that I was still "not one of them." Sort of the same way Japanese consider outsiders gaijin.
A few more months went by. The pressure didn't let up and Kimla was showing alot of strain. I finally decided to act and called her mother with the intent of seeing if I could ease their pressure on her. After the conversation ended I had to shake my head and just hope my talking to them had helped. It had... kind of.
The next day very early in the morning the phone rang.
To my shock it was Kimla's Ommi or mother. We had a short mostly one way conversation which left me speechless.
I wanted to ask a myriad of new questions but decided better of it.
Without intending it, I'd gotten the green light to "befriend" Kimla. I wasn't entirely sure what this meant but knew it had to be a good thing. Given the next call I received I was right.
Shortly after Ommi's call I got another one. This was from our priest who asked if I could come speak with him "on an important matter."
Our conversation started out quite normal. He was friendly even jovial at times and then he leaned forward with his elbows on her knees. "As you may not know our faith and congregation can be quite diverse. This is especially true of our very ancient families. You're familiar with this of course because I speak of The Kairouz, may they be blessed." He crossed himself when he said that.
I sat up, this was Kimla's family name and no I didn't know there was a diversity it appeared quite homogeneous. Everything I'd experienced suggested a cohesive societal framework with little deviation or diversity in beliefs. I wondered what he meant.
Instead of announcing my ignorance I did the wise thing, I nodded knowingly.
Much to my shock he continued by saying quite off handedly, "The family has chosen you as Kimla's suitor and as your priest I felt you might have questions and there were, um, things you should be aware of." He smiled at my reaction.
I sat up straight, "I was told I could befriend Kimla, not that I was going to court her." I said in all seriousness.
The priest sat back, "You're against this?" he said his eyes wide open.
"Oh, no, no, that's not what I meant."
There was a long silence before he smiled and nodded. "Ah" the old priest nodded, "a translation misunderstanding then?"
Almost under my breath I said, "God I hope so."
"This is not a problem?" he asked.
I saw the great honor I was being given and, at least for the moment, to hell with the idea of actually marrying Kimla. "No, there is not a problem. I love Kimla, I welcome and will abide by any advice you give me," I said with open arms. "I ask that she not be told, at least for the moment."
He nodded, "Yes, time to think, wise. Now, as I was saying, you should be aware that some of our ancient families have equally ancient beliefs and traditions. Some of which are frowned upon by the church and some of which are condemned by it. When it involves... an ancient family I allow," he paused in thought then closed his eyes briefly nodding his head to the left and said, "indulgences. The Kairouz have an ancient tradition concerning their children. I do not go into details. However, if you become aware of something, disconcerting, I am here."
I thanked him for his advice, received his traditional blessing and left much more confused than when I arrived.
Full of hope for the future, I dove in. In order to alleviate the pressure on her I would ask her to go out to supper with me. Not as a date but as two friends enjoying each other's company. picking the right time was problematic.
One Friday evening, this is about about 6 months after my stupidity and a month after my conversation with Ommi and the priest, we were chatting in the seats next to the pool and I saw an opening. We were talking about upcoming events and she mentioned due to her son going to a summer camp she'd be alone on her birthday this year.
Since Sammy's passing she'd refused to have much to do with family type celebrations. The kids were the only real deviation. I had dropped off flowers and presents for those events but I had had enough.
"Oh no, no, no", I said, "that's not happening again," I paused and put on my serious face with sad begging eyes, "Please, please allow me to at least take you out for supper," to avoid immediate rejection I quickly added, "just supper, nice and quiet, well minimal fuss anyway. After all it is a birthday. Pleeeease? You neeed it."
She just opened her mouth to reply and I tilted my head slightly to the left, brought up a finger and said, "No is not an acceptable reply."
"I wasn't going to say no," she began, "It's very thoughtful. You've been, what did Ommi say? A blessing."
"A blessing, uh oh," Butterflies in my stomach turned into dive bombers, I though, "what else say Ommi to her?"
"But..."
"Oh damn, here it comes," I thought thinking the end was nigh.
"It really should be me thanking you for all you've done for me, for us, over the last many months" she hesitated before adding, "Ordinarily, as you know, I couldn't, but this once, I would love to." She emphasized once.
I smiled and tried to lighten the moment for her saying, "Only once?"
She stood up, fussed with her towel and just as she walked to the gate said, "Unless of course something dramatic happens."
I said, "Dramatic, care to be more vague? or did you mean me proposing marriage?" I had a big smile on.
She spun around and said quietly but seriously, "That is nothing to tease."
Realizing I'd overstepped my bounds and confirming Ommi after all hadn't spilt the beans, I spontaneously walked to and hugged her. Her arms were wrapped up in her towel and up against her chest, kinda between her breasts so she couldn't hug me back.
"I'm sorry, I understand completely." Kissing her lightly on the cheek I let go of her and walked her to the gate.
Only when I was in the house did it dawn on me she hadn't protested or moved away from the kiss. Given her reaction I wrote off her birthday supper but was in for a surprise.
I hadn't seen her for a few days when there was a knock on the door.
"Well hey, where you been?" I asked.
Kimla dove right in, "About the other night, I was... startled."
I nodded, "I understand, bad timing."
She ignored this, standing up straight and looking me in the eye said, "I'd love to have a birthday supper with you."
Expecting rejection and cancellation I perked right up, "Outstanding! I'll make the plans."
Her body language showed she was relieved to have said it and it felt to me like a new bridge had might have been crossed.
I was flabbergasted when she stepped up, hugged me and lightly kissed my cheek. Then saying, "I guess it's a date" as she turned and walked home.
She'd kissed me, in broad daylight on my front porch, for all to see. That alone was highly unusual bordering on sordid and her use of the word "date" left me wondering.
Little did she know that I had other hopes for our "date".
No, not those kinds of hopes, get your mind out of the gutter. Mine doesn't need company or encouragement. I had hopes that a night out relaxing with friends would rejuvenate her.
I contacted every one of her friends I could and arranged a big birthday party like they used to have.
The big night arrived and I dressed in a European style suit I'd bought on my last trip to London. Standing on her door step I knocked precisely at the agreed upon 7pm.
The door opened and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Kimla was dressed like I'd never seen her before.
Her lovely long black hair was parted on her right and combed or brushed over her head to the left, lightly curled with a gold barrette. Her thick eyebrows... oh! I noticed something.
One thing I really like about her was that she wore little to no make up. But tonight she'd put on a little eye liner and a very light shade of pink lip stick.
But her clothes, OMG. She was dressed in a black pull over style dress. It wasn't low low cut but did reveal just the hint of cleavage. Form hugging her torso, but not revealing, the dress was heavily pleated from the waist and fell to her mid calf. Around her hips was a belt made up of what looked like gold coins linked together. Just as the belt rounded her hips it changed to black material, nearly invisible against her dress, they connected at about where belly button would be. But the gold coins didn't stop, they hung down, the two ends meeting about 4 inches below where belly button should be. The gold seemed, at least to horny old me, to be pointing to her treasure pot.
Her shoulders were left bare by the dress but covered by a light shawl she had wrapped over her shoulders and under each arm. Her breasts were full and well contained by a bra. Around her lovely olive neck was a triple strand of gleaming gold coin like things which hung just to the top of her cleavage and accentuated by matching ones hanging from her ears. Thick gold bracelets on each wrist with a few matching rings as well.Lebanese women love their gold.
I won't even try to describe her perfume but just the smell was intoxicating. Ya, my only sex in the last few years had been a two night stand in London about 8 months previously. So ya, hard on time.
Finally her shoes were black velvet slip on flats with gold buckles. I recognized the shoes as a style popular with the orthodox ladies at church. In fact, the shoes were the only thing Kimla was wearing that I'd seen her wear before. Around her ankles were delicate strings of gold chain with little coin like disks.
She offered and I took her right hand. I kissed it saying, "You look stunning!" I gushed. She really did.
Her outfit screamed conservative wealth but with elegant class.
"You look very nice as well", she said but it was obvious she was embarrassed by my comment.
I opened the door and my eyes fed on her lucious calves as she slipped into my car. Yes I'd seen them many times but not like this. Kimla didn't appear to ever wear hose. Her legs which I could see were shaven and a lovely caramel. God I wanted to touch...
The evening was a surprise for her and after being very anxious about it, all turned out quite well. About 30 people showed up. Mostly women and a handful very pretty ones at that. None of course could hold a candle to Kimla though. She was the diamond among rubies. I hung with the guys since I'd known all of them for years by now. A few times I was poked and teased when asked if I'd set her up with one or two of them. They were obviously teasing me because of how much I spent with her and it hadn't amounted to anything.
I'd chosen a supper club which had live near eastern music.
Kimla appeared to be having a wonderful time. If fact she looked the happiest she'd been since Sammy passed. She was laughing, talking, drinking, dancing some scarf dance with the other ladies. More than once she caught me watching her. She'd wave and smile. By the end of the evening she was decidedly tipsy, a little too much wine. Some one once said they relied on alcohol and poor judgement in cases like this.
The party finally wound down in the wee hours of the morning, typical Lebanese shindig.
Our familiarity was on full display regardless of what others might turn their noses up to. When we left she needed a bit of steadying. She wasn't so drunk it was making walking difficult but she had drunk enough wine to compromise her balance just a bit.
With one arm around her waist I took her hand to steady and guide her out and pleased that she actually held it as we walked to the car. Once again I held the door open as she slipped in flashing those amazing calves. On the drive home we laughed and talked about little things. I hadn't noticed it earlier but she was a lot more buzzed that I thought. A few times I caught her slurring a word and a few times she seemed lost in thought.
I pulled into my driveway and then walked her to her door. The nervousness had percolated to the surface and my stomach was in knots because this was when I hoped things might blossom.
Getting her to her door I hugged her and as she unlocked the door quietly I said, "I'd better get going so we don't wake anyone."
Kimla turned the key saying casually, "Oh there's no one to wake silly. Everyone's gone remember?" She slowly turned to me, smiled her lovely smile and placed her open hand on my upper chest letting it slowly slide down, looking into my eyes she said, "It was a lovely party, thank you very very much, I needed it," she paused for just a moment before adding, "but I thought tonight was just going to be just us."
I froze and felt like my head was spinning. It seemed Kimla had expected a more intimate evening and even got her son out of the house in preparation. What level of intimacy was the unknown but still, there it was.
Without thought I stepped forward and lightly kissed those full lips. Her hands went to my elbows as my arms slipped around her. Finally, after years of being patient there we were...
Our lips met for a light kiss. At first there wasn't much there and I pulled my face back a bit to look for her reaction.
She wasn't looking at me at all. Kimla had her head tilted so she could look around me.
I looked behind me and it struck me, we were standing under the porch light and any snooping neighbors, of which there was one specific offender I could name, could see us.
Just then the porch light of the old lady likely looking to violate our privacy came on.
I turned back to Kimla but she had already turned and was quickly opening the door.
"Damn" I thought, "there goes that."
In moments Kimla had opened the door and had stepped inside. Thinking that was the night I started to say, "Thank you for the lovely evening"
but only got to "Thank you" when Kimla reached out with her right hand and took my left pulling me inside as she whispered, "Get off the porch!"
The door clicked shut behind me and turning back I saw in the dim light that she was leaned to the right of door peeking out the window.
Looking to lighten the mood a bit I said quietly, "If you wanted me alone in a dark room you only had to ask. no need for violence."
"Shush," she said without moving.
After a few moments she stood up and leaned back against the door and gave out a big sigh of relief.
I figured the night was a bust and whispered, "I'll use the back door."
I headed for the back door with Kimla following, once there I turned to say good night and hugged her. Once again I felt her breasts press firmly against my chest as I again lightly kissed her full soft lips.
Breaking the kiss I gently caressed her left cheek with my right hand as I gazed longingly at her and said, "you have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you."
Her beautiful dark eyes looked at mine before she whispered, "I've been waiting but you're too much a gentleman," she then putting her hands on each side of my head and our lips met again. This kiss set the tone for the evening.
I pressed my lips firmly to hers and she responded likewise. Closed mouth but a passionate kiss, clearly not two "friends" saying good night.
Before there felt like there was a mutual effort to keep our pelvis' apart... this time that effort went out the window.
I stepped in close and our bodies touched. Her arms slipped under mine, her right hand gripped my left hip as her left hand found my center back, pulled me against her and then began rubbing up and down. My hands found her lower back, just above her buttocks, and pulled her against me.
Our kiss quickly grew more intense.
She smelled wonderful but tasting her. Oh my God, she tasted wonderful, a sweetness I'd been dying to taste for a very long time. A sweetness amplified by the taste of wine. Her breathing deepened and she moved her hands under my arms and grasped my shoulder blades to pull me in tighter.
My arousal got the better of me and I slipped my tongue between her lips. For a fraction of a second she kept her mouth closed to me but then her tongue met mine and passion magnified it seemed 10 fold.
She traced the inside of my lips with her tongue before pushing in and swirling it around mine. I closed my lips around hers and sucked on it briefly. She must have liked it because she clutched me tighter and made a little noise of pleasure. When I released it it swirled wildly around my mouth.
The longer we stood there the wider our mouths opened to each other and the tighter she pulled my chest to her and the more passionate she got.
My cock had naturally responded and was aching to get involved.
A few minutes into our making out she lightly bit my tongue and flicked the end with the tip of her tongue as she giggled a little and at the same time moved her hands to my lower back and pulled our hips together roughly. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me and smiling as she bit my tongue.
Until now I had kept my hard on away from her. The little collision of our pelvis' drove my very hard bulge into direct contact with her pubic mound. Anticipating some reaction from her when she felt my cock pushing against her nethers I kept my eyes open as she had closed hers again.
It took a moment but her eyes flew open. Somewhere inside her some little asshole was ringing an alarm bell. Her hands suddenly let go of my waist and slipped to the front of my hips to gently push me away.
She kept up the light pressure until our naughty parts broke contact.
The kiss was broken as well and I looked down between us and said, "I'm sorry about that, he's got a mind of his own. Are you ok?"
"Yes, well no, but no I'm, yes, yes, I'm ok," she said sounding a bit uncertain.
Stroking her hair I said, "You're a beautiful desirable woman, frankly I'd be equally surprised and concerned if he hadn't reacted." I said pausing, "Look at it as a compliment." I gestured at my crotch, "he likes you."
Looking to distract from the 17 cm gorilla in the room, I kissed her again and after a few moments hesitation we went back to necking like a couple high school virgins... but she kept that pelvic separation.
I broke the kiss to let my lips drift down her cheek to the left side of her neck. She leaned her head to the right exposing her neck so I pressed my tongue hard into her firm flesh and I felt her shiver. She gasped and held me tighter each time I pressed the tip of my tongue firmly into her neck. With the tip of my nose I felt the goose pimples rise.
This had to be one great erogenous zone for her because her right hand grasped the back of my head and pressed my face harder into the side of her neck. I was rewarded by more full body shivers and risked putting out naughty bits in direct contact again.
She took a small step backward to separate us but I matched by stepping forward. I smiled into our kiss and I felt her smiling back as she continued to try to keep our pelvis' from touching.
She succeeded until her ass hit the back of the living room couch. She could go no further and it seemed as if the intimate touching awkwardness had faded.
I stepped back and removed my suit coat laying across the back of a chair. Then I took her hand and led her to the side of the couch where I sat on the arm. Kimla wrapped her arms around my neck and stepped to me. I spread my knees apart allowing her in close. This time she initiated our kiss as my hands once again held her close by the small of her back.
Moment by moment she was leaning more against me until her breasts her pressed tightly to my chest.
I broke the kiss to lightly trace kisses from her lips to the left side of her neck. My effort was rewarded by her entire body shivering again when I pressed my tongue firmly into her neck.
For good measure I hummed a little with pleasure.
I had found gold.
Kimla's breathing was deep and moist against the side of my neck. "Oh that feels nice," she said with another shiver.
She briefly looked at me before wrapping her arm around my neck again and kissing me. This time her tongue led the way, penetrating my mouth and swirling around with mine.
I wanted her neck again but this time her left side got my attention.
My hands slowly drifted down to her lower back to her hips. Pulling her in to me she seemed not to notice that she was now sitting on my thigh as she was completely engrossed by my now chewing against her neck.
About every 30 seconds her body would shiver.
Without much thought I simultaneously drug my tongue down her neck toward her upper chest while at the same time my hands lowered until I was grasping her ass cheeks.
She tilted her head back and clutched my face to her cleavage.
I worked my tongue between her cleavage and then up to the left side of her neck again. Her reaction was immediate. Her right hand was at the back of my head tightly pressing my lips to her neck, the left arm was wrapped around me and her hand was on my lower back
All kinds of thoughts were going through my head, they were mixed between disbelief that calm reserved Kimla was so fucking hot and trying to keep myself under control because I desperately wanted to fuck.
On impulse I returned to her lips and let a deep kiss develop, then I moved my hands from her lower back and grasped each ass cheek. She gasped into my mouth as I leaned back falling backward onto the couch. My grip on her ass ensured her body followed mine backwards.
We wound up with me laying back on the couch my legs up and over the arm. Kimla was lying heavily on me. Her knees were on either side of my right leg but her skirt was stretched taught keeping her from settling onto my thigh.
The bounce on the couch had broken our kiss. We lay there looking at each other.
"That was fun," I said with a smile. I realized my hands were still full of Kimla's cheeks. Luckily she replied, "yes it was" before driving her tongue back into my mouth. My hands gripped her cheeks and gently massaged them.
A few minutes passed in this position before Kimla rose up on her arms and we mutually started getting more comfortable.
Much to my delight we wound up with me laying flat on my back on the couch with her now sitting on me. Her knees were next to my hips and my hands were on her hips. She'd also done the nearly unthinkable. She'd adjusted her skirt so that it was pulled up with the front on my belly and the rear behind her. She hadn't made any suggestive moves with her hips, yet.
She sat up and reached behind her to remove her shoes. I slid my hands up from her hips to caress her waist. She closed her eyes and appeared to be both enjoying it and approving. Then she started sliding her hands slowly up and down and around her belly. I got brave and started to slide my hands up intending to cup her breasts but she grasped my hands in hers and moved them back down. All this without opening her eyes.
Before long there was movement from her hips. Very subtle at first, just a small movement forward and back.
My hands slid to her hips and encouraged movement. Over a few minutes she remained sitting on me but her grinding became much more pronounced.
Suddenly it was like a bright light had been turned on in her mind. She suddenly sat upright and looked down at me. A whispered, "Oh my God" as she glanced around, then her right hand went to cover her mouth as in shock before she quickly got off me. She stood for a moment smoothing and straightening her dress and then hair.
"What's wrong?" I asked rather stupidly, knowing damned well what was wrong.
"I can't, shouldn't," she started, "we're not, it's wrong!" she added with emphasis.
She stepped to the lamp and turned it on. Her cheeks were flushed as was her chest above her breasts.
"Embarrassed? Aroused?" I thought to myself being unsure which was more likely then settled on embarrassed... "ya, embarrassed." Shifting gears...
"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to..." leaving the thing wanted as an unknown (which is truly was) I said adding quickly, "it's all my fault, I thought... it seemed like you wanted..." gesturing to the two of us, "this."
Then in revealing Kimla logic she said, "Well, yes, yes, this.." gesturing to the two of us, "but not...THIS" making a circular motion with her right over the couch. Her looking down was part of the gesture and her hand returned to her mouth in shock.
She turned to the wall in embarrassment and shame. Her hands covered her face as she said, "I have to go."
But it dawned on me what she'd meant by what she'd said about "this" and "THIS", "SHIT" I thought, "She wanted the bedroom?" Being more than a little uncertain I said, "Ok, I'll get going" and stood up. She turned slightly and held out her left hand to me. I took it.
She said softly and with evident emotion, "Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me" then just as suddenly and with a slightly mischievous smirk she added, "and the, um, nice present." She went from mortified to mischievous in a flash.
Being ever the gentleman I kissed her hand and took a chance to whisper, "Oh that? That was nothing."
We exchanged brief smiles and I left by the back sliding door. Thinking of the possibilities I paused at the door, turned back to her still standing at the corner of the hallway and said, "I'll leave the back door open if you need anything."
I turned around and shutting her sliding door behind me, Kimla stood there watching as I went through the gate and into my back door. Looking back she was still standing there. Although I'd hoped for much more I still counted the evening as a success.
Sadly Kimla didn't come visiting that night and I took a cold shower and went to bed.
I didn't see her at all the next few days and when I went calling there was no one home. Using the key I'd had for several years I checked to make sure everything was ok in the house, and it was fine. Her car was missing from the garage and I assumed her son was still at his friend's place. It being school summer break all seemed ordinary.
Nearly a week after her birthday I watched her return and pull into her garage. Before I could step outside and see if our relationship was irreparably damaged the garage door closed. Well at least she was back. I decided to get the mail and hoped she'd see me and say hello.
Nope, but I accidentally timed it right. Just as I turned to walk back to the house Kimla opened her living room drapes. There was simply no way she didn't see me as I could see her silhouetted by the light and she was facing me. I didn't look in her direction and walked back inside as I while seemingly examining my mail.
About an hour later I had decided to take a swim to find relief from the roasting 42C (108F). As I let the cool water of the water fall pour over me the gate opened.
There was Kimla and she was not wearing her usual high necked one piece suite but rather what I'd call a typical American mom one piece. She kept the single conservative color of black but it had a "normal" neckline revealing a bit of cleavage and no skirt. The legs were not those high cut things popular today but modestly cut around the thigh. As usual she was covered with a shear coat type thing which came to mid thigh but being shear, I could pretty much see through it. Her hair also looked freshly washed and done up.
She hasn't seen me under the waterfall as she walked to the sliding glass patio door. Just before she knocked I paddled out from under the water fall to the shallow area and called out to her.
"Hey there!" I said.
She turned and waved, "There you are," she said and started in my direction. I made my way to the steps to meet her. I had to smile in response to her smiling broadly as she walked to the side of the pool. Her entire demeanor was different.
A she passed the sun beds she dropped her towel and uncharacteristically, her sheer sun cover thing. Getting a better look at her new suit another thing struck me. This suit was of a much more shear material than her old one.
She noticed me looking and wrinkled her nose at me, "Put your eyeballs back in your head," she said playfully as she kicked her right foot and launched one of her sandals at me. It was followed by the other. I dodged them both and they fell into the pool behind me.
She descended the steps into the pool and gave me a huge chest crushing hug. "I missed you" she said as she kissed my cheek.
Recall that since Sammy's death she'd not been in the pool at the same time I was.
I hugged her back, "Well look at you stranger, you take off without even a note, return without the traditional honk to let me know your back, and now a different bathing suit" I shook my head in mock disdain, "and one so revealing. I'm shocked.... Soooo, where you been"? I asked. not really prepared for the reply.
"I went home," she said with a smile.
That could only mean one thing. My eyebrows went up and I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights, "Home you say. Uh, how's Ommi?"She splashed water at me and whacked me on the arm and then kissed me. "You're awful!" she said with a smile.
Well, at this point I was sure the cat was out of the bag.
When I made that call to Ommi about 6 weeks back intending to relieve the pressure on Kimla I accidentally transferred that pressure to me. It was the most uncomfortable and nerve wracking 2 and half hour conversation of my life. I had called to see if I could help alleviate the pressure. But Ommi misunderstood and took the conversation in a whole, not disagreeable, different direction. I wound up talking to Ommi, sister, 2 uncles, 3 aunts, and several nephews. There wasn't a language barrier because they all spoke passable English, but I was barraged with questions about why I wasn't married "at my age", if divorced why weren't there children from the first marriage. The men asked about my career and how much money I made, where I lived, what my education was, (insert probing personal question here)... it felt like I was being interviewed and in fact, turns out I was.
Ommi's call to me the next day was to confirm the family had approved of me courting Kimla. I had been shocked because everything I understood about them would have made that an impossibility. But it seems they had even called and consulted the priest here. I asked Ommi to keep it from Kimla for a bit. Seems "a bit" is much shorter in Lebanon.
After the kiss we were still embracing. "I guess you approve?" I said as I leaned back a bit to see her face.
She kissed me on the lips and said "yes", then kissed me on the tip of my nose, "yes" and finally on the forehead, "yes".
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool together in each others arms making out. Unlike our previous alcohol enhanced session there wasn't any groping or humping but there was no lack of hard on present. Kimla smiled a few times she bumped into it but when I tried to "make a move" she smiled and shied away.
The sun was high in the sky when we got out of the pool and moved to the sun beds. The sheerness of this new suit was certainly one I could get used to. It hugged her for closely and 2 things were no longer a question in my mind.
First was that she had some very nicely shaped breasts. Before the suits had been very tight and likely had some additional fabric to hide nipples. No longer. Those tits were ample and topped with nice thick nipples. A light breeze perked them right up. In fact I am pretty certain I also saw her areola as well.
Furthermore, I now knew she definitely did not shave her pussy smooth. The shape of her bush was also very evident. A 3-4 cm wide strip clearly showing.
She noticed my looking and once said, "Stop staring" but this time she looked down and gasped. I think she didn't expect to be so um, on display. She snatched up her towel and held in front of herself as she dried off and then lay down flat on the sun bed.
I sat down next to her and said, "You sure are an eyeful" while I started putting on a bit of sun screen. There was a pause before she said, "Would you put some on me please?"
What? Smear cream over a woman's body? Didn't have to ask me twice. Even though this was another real break from our norm I didn't hesitate. "Of course, in fact I'd really like to," I said maybe a bit too quickly.
Kimla lay on her belly and starting at her shoulders I applied screen to her exposed areas. Admittedly there weren't that many. Just arms, shoulders and legs. But OMG, the legs. After applying a sufficient amount to her arms, neck, and shoulders I politely asked, "Your legs also?"
She hesitated for just a moment before saying, "Of course" and then adjusting her legs spreading them just a bit. Enough to apply lotion but not spread enough to suggest anything more. But holy crap did I like it.
I felt an adrenalin surge and one I had taken a deep breath I started as far away from her lovely Y as possible. Sitting at the foot of her sun bed I raised her left leg and started. She had to have very recently shaved her legs because they were smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. I'm not a foot guy by any measure of the definition but she has really nice well cared for feet, always has.
Her leg bent up at the knee to 90 degrees and I started. After a brief tickle of the sole of her foot, to which she jerked a bit and got me a smack on the knee I slowly spread the cream over her. Mind you this was the first time I'd really laid hands on her flesh and it was lovely. I did both calves and had just started on her left outer thigh when she said, "Thank you, that's enough rohi." She'd used a term I wasn't familiar with.
She sat up and I decided to wipe the remaining sun cream off my hands by taking her cheeks and kissing her as my hands wiped up and down her shoulders and arms. Boy was she impressed.
She giggled and leaned back from me, "what are you doing?"
"Well I didn't want the cream to go to waste," I said in mock surprise.
She kissed me and stood up wrapping Her towel tightly around her. Much to my disappointment, she never wore that suit again.
Kimla hugged me and gave me a light kiss, "I'm going to go get ready" she said and turned to walk to the gate.
"Ready for what" I asked.
"You're taking me out on a date tonight in fact in 2 hours, a very nice supper, our first date date," she got to the gate and started to close it behind her, "dress appropriately."
I glanced at the porch clock, 4:15pm. So I had until 6:15pm to get ready. My stomach was in a knot because of the surge of adrenalin I'd just gotten. "YES!" I thought, I hurried inside to get ready.
That term "rohi" stuck in the back of my head though. I consulted Mr. Goggle and found that it meant "soul mate" or "love of ones life." Once again a wave of almost apprehension swept over me, those stomach knots again. But once again learned that as an approved suitor there were doors open now that never had been. The fact that she loved me made my stomach churn, but not in a bad way.
Once again I picked up Kimla and she was dressed to the nines. This time she was in an emerald green mid calf length pleated skirt topped with a white silk blouse. She had done her hair stylishly but not fancy, it was pulled back in a pony tail but left her bangs normal with some curls at her temples. She was of course wearing gold, not nearly as much as the last time. The same gold necklace and earrings though.
I'd managed to get a last minute reservation at the local Del Friscos. Lovely place but very pricey. She loved it, especially the appetizer crab cakes. We, mostly Kimla, polished off a bottle of wine and since she said she was tired from her trip we headed back about 9:30pm.
We got home and I parked in the garage to avoid prying eyes. I hurried around to her door and opened it for her then we walked hand in hand into the house.
"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked.
She gazed around the living room, "No thank you. I'm just right at the moment."
Shaking my head I replied, "You've never been 'just right', you're amazing."
Tossing caution to the wind I stepped to her and helped her remove her light coat as she set down her purse. In moments we were locked in a deeply passionate kiss just standing there in the living room. She tasted and smelled wonderful. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my hands slowly slipped from the small of her back to grasp her ass. She was back to sucking on my tongue while gripping my shoulders so I pulled her ass to me. My cock rapidly rose and made his intentions known. I only hoped tonight would finally be the night.
We sat down on the couch for some face sucking. Once we'd calmed down a tad and were enjoying each other there was something on my mind.
When the time seemed appropriate I asked, "Can I ask something?"
She kissed me and said, "Of course."
"I'm not sure how exactly to ask but you've been acting very differently."
"Oh?" she said.
"Yes, your bathing suit for example, and being more intimate without, well, without really being intimate. It's a bit out of character for you, with me you've always been very familiar yet distant. Something changed." I said.
Kissing me gain she said, "Oh, well that's because we're now much more than neighbors or even friends."
I dove in head first... "If I'm assuming too much shut me up, but it certainly feels like we're going to make love tonight" when I said that she kissed me on the nose, I continued, "buuut I had thought that wasn't permissible until after a marriage."
Kimla grinned, "I'm a widow... a widow with children." I looked blankly at her.
She continued, "That means I've known a man as a husband and wife know each other and I've have had children, once a match is made there's no reason to, um... not., well at least once."
I decided it was an aspect of culture I was unaware of and left it at that.
Kissing her again I said, "Well here's to match making" then took her by her right hand and started up the stairs. She hesitated only long enough to grab her purse but then looked shy but lovingly at me as we went up. She'd never been on the second floor of my home. We entered my bedroom. In it was a queen sized bed, I hated king size ones, just too damned big. At the foot of the bed was a small upholstered bench I sat on while getting dressed. Opposite the foot of the bed was a large chest of drawers topped by a very large semi oval mirror. To the left was a small sitting area with a recliner and a love seat. The master bathroom was on the right and it it was a large jetted tub and walk in shower. On the master bedroom balcony was another smaller 4 person hot tub.
I lay my suit jacket on the bench and walked us to the bed. Sitting down I faced her and I gently pulled on her hand to bring her in close. We kissed for a few moments and I started to lay back on the bed, my hands on her back trying to pull her over on top of me. She resisted by putting her hands on my chest.
"No," she indicated with a shake of her head, "not yet" she said. With that said she slowly loosened my tie and removed it, tossing it onto my suit coat. Then, moving in close, she unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, and then the next, and the next, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I sat mesmerized by her beauty as she bent over me.
Suddenly she stopped and tugged a bit at my shirt. I felt like a knob. "Oh, sorry" I said and pulled my shirt out of my trousers.
She hugged my head to her breast and laughed saying, "Are you new at this?"
"Jesus, I feel like it."
She looked down at me and frowned a little frown saying quietly, "Don't blaspheme."
It certainly felt like there was a green light shining so my hands began searching for a way to get her blouse off.
Grasping my hands she kissed me and said, "You must wait..."
That's all she said before she let go of my hands, picked up her purse and backing away disappeared into the bathroom.
"Preparing for sex?" I thought hopefully but at the same time I was worried about going too fast. I considered stripping and getting into bed but decided against it but I did think to dim the lights.
I sat there in anticipation and imagining what was about to happen as I closely listened to the sounds emanating from the bathroom.
No, there wasn't farting and other sundry toilet noises. In fact there wasn't much to hear at all. After about 10 minutes the door opened.
Into the dim light of the bedroom stepped Kimla. She was back lit by the bathroom lights. I could see that she was wrapped in one of my mid thigh fluffy cotton robes tied at the waist and bare footed. She was the vision of sexiness.
Stepping to the bed she took my hand and pulling me with her knelt next to the bed facing each other. I knew immediately what was up. While holding my hands she bowed her head, I did likewise, and she began to pray. I recognized much of the prayer it being a traditional one and joined her speaking it but there were additions asking Gods blessing on the union and off spring and a few other things. It felt appropriate. When she finished I added a few words of my own. When finished we stood. She looked at me for a moment. Her hands went to her hips, "You're not ready. You're not going to make me do everything are you?" she asked in a tone which reflected light annoyance.
Taken by surprise I stammered, "Of course not, I just wasn't... uh, didn't want to... crap, just a moment." As quickly as possible I started to undress.
Kimla surprised me when she smiled a huge mischievous smile and said, "Let me know when you're ready" before she turned and went back into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Oh for God's sake," I thought as I stripped. Finally naked I sat down on the side of the bed facing the bathroom. "I'm ready..." I called out in a sing song style adding, "I hope you didn't start without me."
The bathroom door opened again and the bathroom light shone on me.
Kimla was blocking the light from the bathroom but when she stepped out I was fully illuminated. Her eyes went immediately to my cock. I don't think she expected me to be stark naked.
She stopped, "Oh!" she said with a giggle, "I wasn't expecting that" as she put her right hand in front of her mouth. But she wasn't so embarrassed that she didn't look right at my standing tall cock before reaching behind her and turning out the bathroom lights before slowly padding her way to where I lay. She paused for a moment embarrassed but stealing glances, "Oh... oh my" she said again. Under the full moon the room was pretty well lit, not brightly mind you but well enough to see.
My heart was pounding and my cock throbbing by this point. She stopped right in front of me and bent over to kiss me lightly on the lips. Then, smiling down at me, she slowly undid the robe belt and let it fall to the floor. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised but she was wearing what at first looked like pajamas.
The material was very shear and it was quite obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were quite evident as was a little puckering around them from aroused areola. What she was wearing looked like a t-shirt and gym shorts. The best comparison I can come up with. But they were silky and clearly meant for sleeping in. Well I had no intention of her sleeping in them, at least not tonight.
Without thought I said, "Perfection" and, leaning forward, I slipped my hand around her thighs and hey slid up under the silk bottoms onto the bare skin of her ass. It registered that she wasn't wearing panties. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her belly just above her belly button. My lips found she was wearing a fine silk chemise just long enough to cover her belly. I nuzzled her belly for a few moments before sliding it up with my nose. Her hands stroked my hair, her flesh was warm and soft so I nuzzled and let my lips travel and then finally my tongue swirled around her belly button. She shivered a bit when my hands released her ass cheeks and slowly slid further up under the waist band and onto her lower back where I pulled her to me.
Almost on instinct my nose began to drive south from her belly button but Kimla lifted my face to look up at her. She was smiling lovely but was also shaking her head just enough to notice. For a moment I felt crushed. I'd waited for so long and here the prize was mere inches away and completely at my mercy.
She had other plans for the evening.
Flicking her hands at me she motioned for me to move over. Pulling my legs up I then rolled over to "my side" of the bed. Laying on my side on top of the covers facing her.
Kimla crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back, but then just lay there looking at me.
I moved my left arm over her, my hand pressing in to the bed under her arm. This placed me on her left side leaning over her, she lifted up her right hand and took me by the back of the head drawing our lips together. I leaned a bit more on her left side, my chest now over her left breast as we kissed. Our tongues once again swirled around each other and once again she grasped it with her lips and played with the tip with her tongue.
Her right hand was under me and curled up to clutch my shoulder. Her nails lightly dug in as we kissed. My arousal meter was increasing rapidly. My left hand almost all on it's own slowly moved down her side to her waist and slipped under the chemise onto her right side. Her skin was hot and smooth, my finger tips lightly caressed her skin as they moved up grasping her just under her right arm just for a moment before my left hand found her right breast.
She gasped into my mouth when my hand gripped it below her nipple and felt the weight of it. I always knew Kimla had breasts a bit on the large size but not huge. It turned out they were a bit bigger than her bathing suits let on.
On feeling my hand on her breast she released my tongue and drove her tongue into my mouth. We mutually drew even more arousal from it, nearly panting now. My hand moved up a bit and I felt her nipple slip between my fingers. Gently tweaking it she squealed a little and broke the kiss to say, "Not so rough." I had hardly been rough but I took the hint and moved to make it better. I moved my head over her breast and lightly kissed the chemise covered nipple.
"There, that better?" I asked.
"Much"
I sat up just enough to roll fully on top of her, my knees squeezing in between hers and my cock fully pressing on her mound. Her hips move up a bit as we adjusted and got comfy, her hands were now stroking up and down on my back with mine being under each of her shoulder blades. We lay there kissing and mildly groping each other but so far, genitals hadn't really been in contact... yet.
I had intended to let her drive this train but she seemed content to make out and grind away. I wasn't. Taking matters into my own hands so to speak I let my weight fully on her as I grabbed her thighs and pulled her knees up so that her legs spread and her knees wound up beside my hips.
"Oh!" she said when I moved her knees.
I said, "Put your arms around my neck." She had a quizzical look on her face but did as asked and I sat up with her. As she came up my hands found her ass cheeks and I lifted her just enough so that she was essentially sitting on my thighs, legs spread wide around me. We returned to kissing and both my hands found her tits. Even under the chemise they were glorious and even more than I'd imagined. My hands gripped and caressed and lifted them. Perfect mom breasts. Even so, the chemise was in the way so as we kissed I slowly began lifting it up feeling it slide up and over her breasts. We broke our kiss long enough for Kimla to lift her arms to let it slide up and off, as her arms went around me again I tossed it aside.
Taking advantage of the bare breasts right there in front of my face I bent slightly to kiss each nipple letting my tongue swirl around it before I took one into my mouth and gently sucked.
Now I'm no nipple connoisseurs but I am certain I felt it growing. I switched to the other one and it did the same. I leaned back a bit and looked, yup, they were very noticeably bigger. Not so much in length although they were now poking out a few centimeters but her areola had puckered and raised to their own peak. Something I'd not seen before. It was almost like her breasts had taken on a different shape. More full and perky. What ever it was I loved it. Looking up with just my eyes I very gently nibbled on one and instead of seeing her grimace she grasped me by the back of the head and pulled me tighter into her breast.
My cock was firmly pressed against her silk covered pussy. There was no hiding the fact that she was aroused, the heat and moistness made it very evident.
Looking for some more action I broke our kiss long enough to ask, "Would you move him just a bit, he's kinda bent."
She looked down briefly before returning to our kiss but she finally touched and moved my cock a bit. The fingers of her right hand lingered on it. Sliding up and down, grasping it, and clearly she was assessing it.
When she was apparently finished sizing me up she started wiggling her hips as if she wanted off my thighs. She scooted back down so that her ass was on the bed. She took her left foot and placed it on my chest before running it up and down, caressing me with her foot. OK...
Then she moved it back to my right, her legs laying splayed open around my waist, not pressing against me but just laying open. I remained sitting back on my thighs.
Looking down at her finally drove me to get to the point. She was laid back, her pony tail laying back across the pillow, bare breasted, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. I was ready and I was pretty damned certain she was. If not, I'd quickly find out. But. there was the matter of her silk pajama short.
Our eyes met and I smiled keeping eye contact as my hands moved to her legs. Very slowly I lifted them at the knees so that they moved in front of me and in a moment I was looking at her from between her own ankles, those ankles being on each side of my neck. Moving my attention to the inside of her ankles I lightly kissed them as my hands slipped down to her hips and grasped the band of the silk shorts. In one slow but continuous movement I slipped them down her ass and then up her thighs, over knees, and then calves. When they were at my chin there was a distinct sweet odor of woman, I moved just enough for them to pass and slip over her feet and off.
I playfully tossed them on her face. She swatted them away and beckoned to me with outstretched arms and wiggling fingers, saying, "You'll have to go slow, it's been a long time."
Finally here was the moment.
I reached down and grasping my cock rubbing it back and forth across her now bare pussy to lube it up with her juices. I learned a number of things then. First, Kimla didn't shave but she was closely trimmed with a distinct V to her bush pointing to her nethers. Second, her lips were on the fleshy side, sticking out a bit beyond her trimmed pubes. Third, her clit was quite firm and prominent. In fact it was larger than others I'd had the opportunity to play with, but not huge by any definition. Fourth, was that she was plenty lubed. Not dripping like a bitch in heat but slick and plenty of it.
As I leaned over her to lay on top I let my cock slip between her lips and up over her clit. Kimla spread her legs as I lay down so that they were straight down next to me. I put my hands on either side of her head and raised up, as I did so I ground my cock against her clit and mound. Her hands were on my elbows and each time my cock slipped over her clit she clutched my forearms. Keeping the thrusting going over her clit I leaned down for a kiss and was met with an open panting mouth. I smashed my mouth on hers and she squealed in delight into my mouth. Once again our tongues dueled.
All the sensations flooding over me where nearly too much to bear. Kimla's hands soon settled on my lower back alternating between grasping me and lightly scraping her nails. Once or twice it was a bit more than light.
Sliding down just a bit was enough for my cock to fall between her legs. I know that one would think that in this position a cock would naturally find pussy and drive home. Anyone with experience in these circumstances knows that's not always the case and quite often one of you has to grab the cock and guide it to that hot wet space between labia.
Not this time. It seems we were quite wonderfully compatible and perfectly aligned.
My cock hung there and I slid forward touching pussy. To my delight it was precisely where it needed to be, the head found her petals swollen and splayed open ready for penetration. I broke the kiss and raised up just enough to see Kimla's face. Our eyes once again met as I pressed home. Her hands were back to my arms as I slowly pressed forward with my hips feeling the increase in pressure on my cockhead.
I assumed it had been a long time since her last sex and I saw her wince just a bit. I asked, "You ok?" She quickly nodded but didn't verbally answer but she did close her eyes and appeared to be biting her lower lip as her hips moved a little. Just as I considered stopping and moving him the head slipped in and I felt her lips close around it. I stopped.
Kimla took in a quick breath as it did but then sighed. She opened her eyes and I bent down to kiss her as I pressed forward and sank deeper and deeper into now MY Kimla.
I would go in an inch and then out, back in a bit, then out again, slowly going deeper and deeper each time. It wasn't long before I felt my balls on her ass and with a gentle thrust I drove the last little bit in. As I went in it seemed as if I could feel every ripple and bump inside her. When I hit bottom she clenched and I felt her pussy squeeze around me, a hot wet vice.
We lay quietly like that for a few moments. She'd squeeze and I'd flex, almost a little game. My hands moved to her ass and I grabbed each firmly and we began to at first to make love. We kissed deeply with long slow deep thrusts to which she responded by lifting her hips. At first I was deep and slow pulling out all but the head and then driving deeply back in. As my passion grew so did my near loss of control. Her digging her nails into my ass started me increasing until I was rapidly fucking her.
This only lasted a few breast shaking thrusts before she slid her hands up onto my back to slow me down.
Good thing to know, she liked it slow and deep... usually.
I intended to make this last a long as possible. The first time is never repeated. Raising up on my hands I looked down on her. I wasn't slamming into her any more but her tits were bounding with each thrust. I found it the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and started thrusting just a bit harder, it felt like my balls were bounding against her ass.
That's when I noticed Kimla's lips. Her upper lip was raised enough to see her teeth where she was biting on her lower lip. She almost like she was snarling, but she was breathing between her teeth. A rapid in and out sucking sound with a soft moan every so often. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands now tightly grasping my forearms.
I was getting all the right signs to I kept it up best I could. This must have gone on for 5 minutes or so when my arms simply got too tired and my balls voted it was time to make a deposit.
I kissed her snarling lips and her mouth opened but instead of a kiss she was breathing or more accurately panting into my mouth. I broke the kiss and my mouth moved to the left side of her neck where I drove my tongue against it. I could feel the moistness of her breath on my left neck.
My balls signaled their imminent eruption, I grasped her ass feeling my fingers sink into them. At the same time I felt her pull her knees up and spread her legs more. In this position I was able to go just a bit deeper, to the root as they say. Just then as I rooted home my balls exploded sending a first seemingly giant ball of semen deep inside Kimla. Her lips suddenly found mind and she kissed me while saying over and over, "Yes, all of it, yes, again" My balls didn't disappoint. I emptied load after load into her as my hips made little thrusts in and out but remaining as deep as I could go. Each ejaculation had that ecstatic wave of euphoria that drains your energy.
Soon I began to come off the psychological high and as I panted we kissed. She was stroking my hair as she looked at me each time we broke a kiss we were breathing so hard. I was still laying on her, even with the ceiling fan I was covered with sweat. Fucking is a taxing endeavor.
Kimla was also panting but she'd given no outward sign that she'd orgasmed. Later I learned she hadn't but that wasn't "normal".
Normal? Apparently an orgasm wasn't a normal thing for her. Ya... nope, I resolved it was something I'd work on and chalked it up to her apparent lack of interest in foreplay. I would definitely work on that.
We lay there kissing for quite some time, neither of us wanting to end the moment. Eventually I slipped off to lay on her left side, me on my right. Almost absent mindedly I let my hands wander across her naked body. She lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply, lovely breasts rising and falling, gorgeous. I could damn well keep going at least with my mouth until my cock recovered so I let my hand drift down toward her bush.
This seems to have awakened her. Her eyes popped open and she suddenly sat up gasped her pajama bottoms, put them between her legs and she shuffled off to the bathroom.
Ya, seen that action before. Time to clean up after a good fucking. I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes and savored what we'd just experienced. There were other things that I normally include in my love making repertoire but she didn't seem receptive to it, at least for now.
And yes, that eventually changed. Happily sooner than later.
After a few minutes and hearing the shower going, once again Kimla stepped from the bathroom. This time she'd turned off the light before opening the door, I suppose in modesty? Seemed oddly timed. She lay down next to me, again on her back with her head turned toward me.
I smiled and then, hoping to be a bit comical, I jumped up and hurried to the bathroom saying, "women, always dominating the bathroom."
I got inside and cleaned up. I'd had experiences where we cleaned each other up but, at least for now, I'd to go solo. I washed the twig and stems and then dried off.
Once again I tried to strike a pose, I left the light on when I opened the door. Light bathed the room. Kimla lay looking at me. She'd gone under the covers. Naked or pajamas I knew not.
"Yes," I started, "that's right, I'm back. Prepare yourself for a severe post coitus snuggling."
She was still giggling when I slipped under the covers and snuggled in close and lay my left arm across her just below her breasts.
"Ah, no pajamas" I thought.
We kissed a bit just enjoying the feeling. But little did I know her mind was somewhere else.
After a few moments I got the shock of my life.
Kimla blurted out, "I'll call the church tomorrow and find out when the wedding should be. Two weeks is about right, Ommi will be so happy it's happening quickly."
I sat up, "What? Woah, you're planning a marriage and I haven't even proposed?"
She looked absolutely shocked stammering, "but... you... the priest... Ommi... but"
I smiled before I added, "Well, not yet I haven't." With that I rolled off my side of the bed and walked stark naked to her side where I helped her sit up. Once she was sitting pretty I knelt in front of her, took both her hands in mine and... suddenly remembered... "Hold that thought" I said as I got up.
Her mouth was open with shock or was it disbelief... whatever.
I quickly opened a small jewelry case on the chest of drawers and grabbed a small box from inside before scooting back to kneel in front of her and taking the traditional proposal pose.
I opened the little box, smiled just a bit, lifted it to her and then said those words, "Kimla, will you marry me?"
Kimla looked at the box. It contained a 2 karat flawless diamond engagement ring. I'd wanted a 3 karat but holy shit those are expensive. But, I had a matching wedding ring in a different box. I had always had hopes and during one of my trips to Dubai I'd bought some gold necklaces intending to have them melted down for a ring, the diamond was bought in Amsterdam where the ring was also designed and created. So, a completely original engagement/wedding ring set.
Much to my surprise she otherwise ignored the ring, grabbed my face and drew it to her, "Of course I will" she kissed me and then hugged me, her mouth next to my ear. Then in a lower tone said, "took you long enough." I'd heard that before.
The ring was a perfect fit. I'd sized a couple rings when she'd taken them off while swimming.
Well, things advanced rapidly after that. In point of fact I intended to ask her long before I learned I'd been "blessed" to proceed. I figured there it was worth the risk of rejection because if she'd said yes... well, it's all moot now.
It all seemed kind of rushed when we were married 2 weeks after our first time together. But we'd known each other for nearly 13 years and were very close for just shy of that.
We were married on a Saturday with nearly her full family present. I was smothered with kisses from all the women who were now my relatives and firm manly handshakes from the men. Lots of slaps on the back and comments that I was far too young to marry an "old woman." For them a younger man to marry an older woman was rare. In our case the age difference was practically unheard of. Kimla was, after all, 12 years older than me. To them, practically ancient. But that aside, it was during the days long reception that I realized I'd become truly accepted.
After we first made love Kimla told me that we should wait until after we were married to do it again. Apparently a widow of her age was expected to "sample" her suitor before marriage. Go figure...
Then the worm turned as they say.
5 days after our wedding I learned what the old priest had been warning me of. Kimla had left the room to talk to Ommi. When she finished she got back into bed but was visibly nervous.
"You ok habibti?" I asked.
There was a long silence before her answer. "No, Rohi not really," she said before she sat up in bed facing me and crossed her legs, adding, "but this has to be done." This seemed serious so I also sat up crossed my legs facing her. She took my hands in hers and she started.
Taking a deep breath, "Ours is a very old family," I nodded, "No listen, we are not AMONG the first Christians of Lebanon, we ARE the first Christians of Lebanon. When the conversion took place the family held deep pagan beliefs and practices. All were cast aside..." she paused, "except a handful. Those which were believed to be more important than even faith. Responsibilities." She paused before continuing, "Over two thousand years that handful have carried on to this day." Her face took on a very serious look, "The one I speak of now is known only to the family, a closely held secret. If the church found out," she hesitated, "well, it would be bad."
I nodded and figured this was what the priest had been talking about those many months ago.
She caressed and then gripped my hands, "We have a tradition when it comes to our children going out into the world. It's important they are prepared, so it's our, the parent's," she gestured indicating both of us, "duty to ready them to go out into the world so they will not bring shame or disrespect to the family. We must present men and women ready for for world."
I was nodding, sounded like a wise belief.
She continued but took another deep breath, "Preparing them for life includes preparing them in the nature of life. Conception to death, all which comes in between."
She paused, "If you were originally one of us what I'm about to say would not be a surprise, inside the family it's common knowledge, and now that we're married you to MUST know of your duty, but it however it must stay understood but unspoken."
She cupped my face with her right hand saying, "You must understand that what I'm asking can never be shared or spoken of. Even to family, Ommi and others. It's understood but unspoken."
Once again I nodded and said, "I understand, nothing will be said" but thought, "Holy shit what was she preparing me for? Human sacrifice? Cannibalism?"
It was almost worse.
"Before a child may set out on their own in the world they must not only be aware of but experienced in how children are made," she said and then stopped to concentrate on my face.
I'm sure my face showed a bit of confusion because of what I thought she was going at.
"It is the responsibility of parents to educate their children in these matters."
I nodded and said, "I understand, it's a wise tradition." She looked at me like I was clearly missing something.
For clarification I started over, "Ok, what exactly does that mean," I asked, "do you mean they have a full understanding of the mechanics, or are we talking visually or," I paused in the delicacy of the topic, "are you suggesting actually participate? I mean, as in having sex with the children?!"
Stunning conservative religious Kimla said, "Yes, to both."
"WHAT!" I said shocked.
Kimla put a hand on my chest and continued, "Sammy and I had started. By this I mean the children were educated by watching us having sex. But for Giselle it never went beyond that."
In the back of my mind a little devil was screaming, "AHA! That explains why her sexual experiences were so antiseptic!" But the full weight of what she just said hit me like a hundred stones, "wait," I was a bit in shock, "so the boys and you..." I left the question hang.
Kimla didn't hesitate, "Yes, before Sammy passed."
I think she sensed my trying to come to grips with this revelation. "There's a very formal ancient ceremony, it's not at all for arousal or sexual gratification. It's not erotic but instead deeply spiritual."
Then my mind took the leap and I took a deep breath, "Ok... so if I get this correctly, I'm supposed to have sex with, no... I'm supposed to educate, Giselle?"
Kimla nodded, "Yes, we're years behind."
Then it struck me, this was why Kimla was under so much pressure from her family to marry quickly. There was a daughter which needed educating and only her "father" could perform the education.
"Ah, the pressure from your family to re-marry!" I blurted out.
She nodded.
I covered my face with my hands, "That's more than just a little shocking, give me some time to get my head wrapped around this." I asked.
"Of course."
We talked about a few other things that night. We went to sleep without making love, I was a bit disjointed at the news. But... there's always a but... I also thought of Giselle. A virgin. A beautiful dark eyed virgin.
A few day later we were laying in bed and I rolled over and rested my head propped up on my hand. "Alright, describe this educational event."
It was like Kimla was suddenly planning a surprise birthday party, she was excited and flustered all at the same time. She sat up, "Ok, following the ceremony exactly is very important. Before we talk about that we, um, we have to... think about Giselle. It will be her first penetration and it's important it go smoothly."
Kimla pointed to my crotch, "manhood size can be an issue."
I frowned and looked at my "manhood" and decided to flip it around on her, "What" am I too small?"
She frowned and slapped my arm, "This is serious. No, not too small, you're larger than most, well... any man I've been with."
I knew she'd only had sex with Sammy but penetration wise is my brain instantly knew she meant Sammy and more creepily, her father.
I caught that word, ceremony, she hadn't used it before.
Then she described the entire ceremony in exquisite detail, all the way to how Giselle must be penetrated. It was quite surreal also hearing it from her mother. Who by the way, also had to be present as a witness.