Walking BJ

Takes place immediately after Walking BJ: The Expected Encounter

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Now I knew exactly what I was getting myself into.

I walked back home that night thinking about how that was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received, and how next time will be my turn to pleasure her. I assumed I'd be returning the favor by going down on her. It brought me back to thinking about my first time performing the act on a girlfriend in junior high, pulling her sweatpants down in her living room and instinctively burying my tongue between her virgin lips. Neither of us knew what we were doing at the time, but that was the first of many pussy eatings I'd perform over the years, especially since Carol loves being a recipient.

Speaking of Carol, she was waiting for me as I came in the house. Shit.

"Where have you been? I thought you went on a walk, but Blackjack was still here. I tracked you and just saw your dot at the park not moving."

"I just needed some time to myself. I was out with BJ, but dropped him off before going to sit in the park. It was nice with the moon out tonight. What are you doing up?"

"BJ was outside barking and I was wondering why no one was stopping him. Asked the kids where you were, and they didn't know."

"Sorry. I should have at least let one of them know I was going back out. Let's get you back to bed."

Heading up the stairs, I felt a surge of excitement at getting out of that situation and watching Carol's ass walking up in front of me. It was quite sexy in her pajamas and I loved how it shimmied as she climbed the stairs. When we got in the room, I tried making my move grabbing her by the waist, turning her around, and bringing her in for an embrace. Our lips met and I went for a handful of that ass.

"What are you doing?" she asked knowing full well what I was doing.

"I was hoping to get some." was my lame response.

"Didn't you get enough at the park?"

"What!?" I replied, maybe a little too eagerly. Did she know? I thought I heard footsteps. Could that have been her?

As this raced through my head, she replied, "I'm kidding. I'll admit, the thought crossed my mind, but you know I'll chop your balls off if I were to find out you were doing something like that." She grabbed my sack as she said it, but a little too tightly which made me wince.

"Would you like me to takes those out? Maybe a quickie before you go back to bed?"

"Not tonight. I can never get to sleep after we've done it. Let's plan for this weekend."

The usual response I'm familiar with. Always a reason not to do it, but probably for the best. I just remembered I didn't have any underwear on, which would likely lead to more questions.

"Sounds good honey. I'll hold you to that. Goodnight."

And with that, we both went to bed.

Friday

The next day was as normal as any, but I felt a strange confidence as I went about my business. This situation with Jules made me feel wanted and walking around work knowing I now had this secret life was exciting. Who would guess this nearly fifty year old, slightly overweight guy was wanted by a younger woman for her sexual needs?

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That night was unseasonably warm. Getting ready to take BJ out, I didn't need my jacket and just threw on a long sleeve t-shirt. I also found a moment to take off my briefs before heading out to meet Jules.

Even though it was a Friday evening, Carol still went to bed early as she didn't want to throw her sleep schedule off too much. This allowed me the freedom to be out a little longer on this walk.

BJ and I did our full lap around the neighborhood before heading to the park and crossing the dark bridge to the other side like Jules had asked. I looked around and couldn't see much as the park was very poorly lit at night. The only light coming from the houses in the distance that surrounded it.

We walked over towards a covered picnic table to see if I could make anything out, and before I knew it BJ started to react to something behind us. Jules jumped out of the darkness startling me and causing me to react with, "What the fuck?"

Laughing, Jules said, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I get a little silly sometimes."

"That's okay. It's hard not to be jumpy with how dark it gets here. So what's the plan?"

"Well, I figured you'd need to bring BJ..." and as she said this, she crouched down and started petting him, "... so I figured we could let him run around the gated dog area while we enjoyed ourselves by or on the table here."

"That works."

As we walked to the dog run, I was able to make out that Jules was wearing a long pleated skirt with a tank top covered by an open cardigan. From the look of it, her ample breasts kept the cardigan open and I was guessing she was braless again with how the distant light reflected off her free nipples underneath her top. She had a very nice figure.

We let BJ loose and he excitedly ran off through the gated area where he found dog toys that had been left behind by others. I was satisfied that this would keep him occupied.

When we got back to the table, Jules bent over putting her hands under her skirt to come back up, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties to pull them down and completely off. She partially stuffed them into my pocket and said, "Now we're even. I've been in those all day."

I took them out to take a whiff. I could feel the warmth and picked up the combination of sweat and other dried fluids that made up her scent. I've always found the scent of a woman's nether regions intoxicating. My cock started to swell.

"What's the verdict?" she asked after watching me take a couple of deep breaths.

"It's wonderful. I can't wait to sample it from the source."

As I said this, she undid my fly like the night before to expose my cock and said, "Here. Let me take those back really quick."

She took the panties from my hand and wrapped them around my cock, and proceed to lightly stroke it with them.

"Now you've been marked with my scent."

I let her stroke and pleasure me for a minute before saying, "Isn't it supposed to be my turn to pleasure you?"

"I'm right here. Make your move."

I started by reaching both of my hands to her breasts feeling them over her tank top. I had my confirmation she was braless. My thumbs found her nipples and made circular motions around them until they were standing at attention. I then exposed them by pulling her top up and witnessing her tits falling out in the open air.

I cupped her right tit and brought my mouth to it, starting to suck her nipple while still fondling it's partner with my other hand. I alternated between circling her areola and flicking her nipple with my tongue, while occasionally giving it a gentle nibble.

She reacted by putting her hand to the back of my head and pulling it towards her causing me to engulf more of her large breast in my mouth, to which I had no objection.

"That feels wonderful Greg. This is what I've been missing, but remember they need equal attention."

Jules then cupped her other breast and guided my head and mouth onto it feeding me her nipple, and encouraging me to take more.

I couldn't take anymore and started to pull her skirt up while she fed me her tits. She backed herself up to lean against the picnic table and opened her legs for access. My hands found their way to her thighs. They were firm and felt silky smooth. One of my hands ventured to the bottom of her ass where it met the back of her thigh while the other found it way to her pussy.

True to her word, she did have a full bush. As I scouted around to get a lay of the land, I could feel it was trimmed to her bikini line so it wasn't a completely unkept area. I used the back of my hand and fingers to feel to the top of her bushy mound down to her lips where I turned my hand around and parted her folds with my outer fingers and used my middle fingers to find her growing wetness.

At this touch, she widened her legs and gave a gasp for air. My fingers found her opening and bathed in its wetness before finding their way to her clit. Jules then took her hand from the back of my head and placed both hands on the table to brace herself. I took my mouth off of her tit to stand in front of her and look her in the eyes as I touched her.

As I circled her clit, she said, "I don't remember the last time I've been touched like this. My husband only ever uses me to get himself off, and doesn't care about my needs. So far, I'm happy I've found you."

"I was just thinking today how nice it is to feel wanted in this way. It's been years since I've felt like this."

"Greg"

"Yes?"

"Right now I want you to eat me right here on this table. I want to feel you lick my pussy and taste my juices."

I dipped my fingers back inside her opening to take her wetness and smear it over her nipple before licking, then sucking it back off. Her breath quickened a bit.

"These juices?" I asked.

"Yes Greg. I'm going to lay back now and I want you to feast on me."

I backed up and allowed her to lay on the table with her ass at the edge closest to me. She then pulled her legs into the air. As I watched her position herself, I stroked my cock and noticed some activity at one of the houses across the street in the distance. A couple had just gotten home and was getting out of their car. I quickly judged whether they could make us out in the dark, determined we were likely concealed enough, and then knelt down at the edge of the table.

I started by putting my face as close to her pussy without touching it and took in the now familiar scent from her panties. With my tongue, I then trailed the outer edges of her lips and up and down each thigh. This light touch sent a shiver up her spine.

When I came back down her thigh, I took my tongue straight to her vagina and inserted myself into her warm, wet, textured, opening.

"Ooh, fuck that feels good. You've got a long tongue on you Greg."

I replied by tongue fucking her for a minute or so before licking her full length up to her clit and back down to her asshole. I lingered there for a second or two, which caused her to give a little squeal and say, "Oh, you're a dirty boy."

Now I went to focus on her clit. My mouth engulfed the upper part of her pussy, her lips parted, and I rubbed the full length of my tongue across her nub. I then flicked and circled it before sucking on it. This was repeated a few times as I continued to jerk myself with Jules' panties still wrapped around my dick. I could hear her panted breathing and subtle moans.

I then repositioned myself so I could reach a hand up to grab one of her tits, and then took my other hand off my cock, letting the underpants hang off of it, and insert two fingers in her hole.

"Yesss Greg. Finger fuck that pussy while you eat it."

I obeyed and plunged my fingers deep inside her womb feeling the fleshy textured walls and coaxing the wetness out of her. I also took my pinky, now coated in her wetness and sent it to her anus to orbit her tight opening.

"Oh, fuck. I'm getting close."

Having said that, her hand came down between her legs and took ahold of the back of my head to hold me in position as I continued to lick her clit, double finger fuck her pussy, pinch and fondle her nipple, and tease at sticking my pinky up her moist asshole.

As she came closer to climax, she started rocking herself against me which caused my pinky to sink deeper into her ass. The tight hole seemed to pucker and invite me inside. Once I got my first pinky knuckle inside, Jules started to convulse with pleasure.

While trying not to alert the neighborhood, she gave a whispered yell of, "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Yess. Fuck..." as her legs closed on my head holding me in position. Her body tightened up and her back arched. I continued my finger fucking of both holes as she came down from her orgasm and then backed herself off of my fingers. My tongue continued to lightly caress her clit.

"God damn Greg. That was amazing. Is you cock still out?"

I stood up to show her and replied, "It sure is."

"Good. I see my panties are still attached. I want you to wank it for me. I want to watch you pleasure yourself and unload on my wet pussy."

I did as I was told and started stroking it in front of her. As she propped herself up at the edge of the table holding her skirt high enough to keep herself exposed, we took a quick look around to make sure we didn't have an audience. As we did this, there was a rustling in the brush back by the bridge.

"I think we have a voyeur watching us."

I instinctively stopped my jerking which caused Jules to say, "Don't stop Greg. I still want your cum on me. This is what they came for. To see the big finish."

I started stroking my cock again trying not think about who might be watching us. I looked at Jules sitting on the edge of the table with her skirt pulled up and her tits still out. With her free hand, she traced along her body from her nipples down to her exposed bush.

"Come on Greg. Let me see you fuck that hand of yours. Give it to me Greg. Spray that load on my pussy."

She took her fingers and spread her lips so I could make out her glistening opening in the faint light. This caused me to grunt, stiffen up, and shoot my load right onto her. Rope after rope of cum landed on her bush and into her opening. The backside of her hand was covered and she brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean. She then grabbed the back of my neck and brought me in for a deep open mouth kiss. Our tongues immediately connected and I then realized she was sharing my own cum with me.

This was a first and I tried to not overthink it and go with the flow. I tasted the salty, gooey spunk before it ended up back in her mouth, and she pulled away before swallowing.

"That was hot. I've always wanted to do that."

"Which part?" I asked.

"The cum swapping. My husband would never allow me to do that. I love how comfortable you are with your sexuality."

"Well that was new to me, and I wasn't expecting it, but didn't hate it."

At that moment, we were reminded of the rustling again and turned to the bridge to see the silhouette of someone crossing it quickly back to the other side. It looked like a female, but definitely couldn't make out if it was anyone I knew or if they were able to make us out at all.

Now who's joined the party?