When it was finally over, and Megan and Andy collapsed in exhaustion over stiff gin and tonics before heading to bed, they looked at each other – looks full of meaning. Not tonight; they were too tired. But tomorrow night there would be a new beginning.
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Chapter 11 - A New Beginning
The next night, after dinner, they agreeing without words, postponed the new beginning, aware that anticipation is half of pleasure. They sipped their coffee and made idle conversation until Andy was fairly shaking with suppressed passion. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and slapped his coffee cup on the table, stood, and gestured to Megan to follow suit. This she did without hesitation and they were immediately enveloped with each other, hungry mouth meeting hungry mouth, eager tongue with eager tongue.
And then almost running, throwing clothes on the floor, they arrived in Megan’s bedroom: Megan naked and Andy fighting to get off his trousers and briefs, hopping on one foot and then the other. Megan, seeing a way to prevent the disaster of their last encounter as helping Andy out of present difficulty, took charge, pushed Andy over backwards on the bed, stripped off the remaining garments and threw herself on him and without further ado, took him in her mouth, and massaged his already swollen manhood with her tongue.
Andy gasped, “On my God! Yes!” and exploded as orgasm after orgasm swept through his body like tidal waves. Megan didn’t stop for some time and he was shaking like a leaf by the time it was over, entirely spent. He was exhausted but more alive than he’d been for years. Everything in the night, the smell of Megan’s sweat and his effluent seemed more vital than a smell had ever been before. When he looked into her eyes, they seemed larger and bluer than ever before. “My God, Megan, I do love you more than I can say. “
“I love you too, Andy.”
As soon as Andy had stopped breathing hard, he pushed her on her back and began to tongue her breasts, one by one, until the nipples were standing erect and hard. After a final flickering of his tongue that had her gasping, he moved down to her navel, sweeping around it with long slow passes with his tongue. She groaned and arched herself up to meet him, and with both hands under her buttocks… Yes, he thought, with both hands! ... he buried his face in her bush, inhaling its tantalizing earthy odor, and applied himself with lips and tongue to do for her what she had done for him. He started first with covering the whole area with kisses and then took her button of desire very gently with his teeth and massaged the tip of it with his tongue. As her every nerve ending began to vibrate and her thighs and belly to twitch spasmodically, he plunged his tongue as far in as he could, withdrawing it and replunging it in an increasing tempo until with a cry and a tightening of every muscle from her waist down, she came, and then came again, and then again, each breaking wave greater than the last. Andy continued with light kisses over the whole area until she was spent. “My God, Andy, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” She felt submerged in lukewarm gently moving water caressing every inch of her body, and when Andy drew himself up in reach of her lips, she embraced him so tightly he feared for his ribs, and ate up his mouth like a predatory fish, a love-feeding frenzy. After awhile, they both fell asleep.
Andy woke first. His arm, under her, was going numb and his back, twisted in an uncomfortable fashion had begun to hurt. He eased his arm out and propped on his elbows and looked at her. She was still beautiful, a more full-bodied beauty than she had had 20 years before, but still stunning. After the boney, drug-riddled whores of Central London, her abundant curves were a feast. The curve of her belly was irresistible and the triangle between her legs a forest of delight. He began to stroke her inner thighs, more for the sheer sensuous pleasure of their silkiness than from any thought of waking her, but she opened her eyes and smiled, and immediately opened for him, entirely ready for more, as he was. He rolled over between her legs and with exquisite control, began to thrust into her millimeter by millimeter, building her passion little by little until she wanted to scream with it. When he withdrew and began his slow advance again, she said, “Stop, Andy! For God sake’s stop.”
He did, his thighs , belly and buttocks clenched with the effort of it. It was just soon enough, and she subsided until she was ready for him to continue. He began again, this time inch by inch for the urgency of it was about to overmaster him until finally it did, and with a fierce cry, “Yes!” he plunged again and again, until with they rode over the top together in mutual ecstasy with cries of exultation loud enough to make Buddy, lying under the bed, bark frantically in alarm, so the whole thing ended in laughter, and what a beautiful ending it was.
They slept in each other’s arms until way after their usual breakfast time, so that Joshua, worried that something might be wrong, peeped in Megan’s bedroom and discovered that far from being wrong, everything was very right indeed. He smiled in satisfaction and tiptoed off to tell his wife that Matambala was in fine fettle again. And before they woke up, as always happens in Africa, everybody on the estate knew and rejoiced too.
The End
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – The Arrival
Chapter 2 – Catching UP
Chapter 3 – Settling In
Chapter 4 – The Tour
Chapter 5 – A Look Back
Chapter 6 - A Look Forward
Chapter 7 – A Failure
Chapter 8 – A Difficult Visit
Chapter 9 – Healing Begins
Chapter 10 – The Funeral
Chapter 11 - A New Beginning
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