Educating Nita Ch. 5
(It was a sunny Indian summer Saturday morning; it's been a week since our last adventure.)
I had never attempted this with a woman like her; I slowly, quietly crept up behind her. She was totally unaware of my presence, I didn't know if I would be rebuked or not. Still, I was here now behind her as she sat at the dining room table, freshly showered, made up and perfumed wearing black lace underwear and a silk bathrobe. I know because I secretly watched as she put these items on, she was totally unaware of how much I knew.
I crept up behind her and reached out my right hand, without a pause I slid it down the front of her robe and let it rest on her gorgeous right breast. It was now or never!!
With my left hand, I seductively put the glass of mango-papaya juice on the table in front of her; Heather tilted her head back and looked up into my eyes.
"What do you think you're doing" she exclaimed. "I almost spilled my coffee you nut. Come here and give me a kiss"
I sat on her lap and had a quick kiss then jumped up and said, "Try this, you'll love it." As I sat beside her she just said, "god, David you're too much, what is it?"
"It's just some juice I made, try it."
She took the glass to her full lips and drank a small amount and mouthed, "mmmmmmm, its fantastic, what's in it?
So I told her and she had a quick giggle about "boys and their toys" and finished off the glass of juice as we ate our breakfast.
I'd awoken about an hour earlier feeling a strange sensation in my groin. I thought I was dreaming of course, but as you do when you know you're not dreaming you quickly realize what's actually going on.
I opened my eyes, looked down, and saw the top of the plushest head of auburn hair rising up and down on me. I thought, "What a way to wake up, having your gorgeous wife giving you head first thing in the morning."
When I stirred, she swept the hair from obstructing my view and looked up at me. What a view to behold, the site of Heather's mouth around me sent shivers down my spine.
I reached down and pulled that face, that glorious face, which I can never get enough of, to mine for a slow, luxurious kiss.
As we were kissing, Heather straddled my legs and mounted me, reaching back and guiding me in.
For the next hour we made, slow, passionate, love to each other. When we were spent, we showered together, I spent a long amount of time washing her hair, pampering her and shaving her legs; making sure the shave was perfect in every way. Once we were finished in the shower she left to get ready.
She was off to D.C. to meet old friends of hers, a bi annual ritual that I wasn't allowed to attend. When I was bringing up her second cup of coffee that's when I looked in without her realizing and spied what she had on.
These are Heathers oldest, dearest friends, she has known them since kindergarten. They have no hidden agendas, no one-upmanship with each other; they are, outside me, her sole confidantes in this world. (Thankfully, I have the same "band of brothers" though we never shop, rarely see shows unless there are nude women involved and almost entirely subsist on football games, poker or outdoor activities for our enjoyment.)
Heather cherishes these weekends, as I do mine, it gives us a chance to miss each other. A trait we found early in our marriage with my frequent absences due to business.
"Leaving home was hard, coming home made it even harder!" was Heathers favorite phrase.
I offered to drive her to the airport but she slowly said, "Noooo David, you need to be HERE, Teacher."
Inwardly I kind of groaned, though I had had a discussion with a close friend who was a psychotherapist. I gave him free, confidential investment advice; he traded his expertise with me on the same terms. His conclusion was, "Why not."
So I should have had a clear mind but didn't. I was still a bit unsure about this course of action and Heather and I had talked it to death. Her advice being, "Why not."
So I finished my homemade, fresh from the freezer Belgian waffles and said, "Ok, what does she have in mind?"
Don't You wanna have a personal russian slut?
Heather chirped in, "Quite a lot actually, she even has binders with pages and pages of notes and stuff that she downloaded from the Internet."
"AARRGGhh", I said. "What kind of stuff has she got?"
"You name it she's got questions on it, though I did help you out on a few pointers here and there last night while you were out."
Exasperated I asked, "Well what did you cover?"
"Oh, nothing strategic, purely tactical, trust me you'll know."
"She's being brought along just right, just you wait and see." Heather offered as she got up to get dressed.
"Great I thought, I was about to be attacked by my gorgeous, strawberry blond stepdaughter and she was armed with enough information to frustrate me for about a year."
Heather came down and my breath caught in my throat!! She looked divine! Dressed in a short hounds tooth wool skirt and a one-piece bodice I almost stopped her there. Her legs were encased in black nylon and she wore a pair of black stilettos, that she knew drove me crazy to see her in.
I quickly spoke, "Who are you trying to impress?"
"Hey, if you've got it flaunt it right?" she said sarcastically as I swept her into my arms and kissed her greedily.
"Have a good time my sweets, but not too good a time okay?" I said. As the cab pulled up outside, we walked out and I opened he door for her as the driver put her bag in the trunk. I leaned in for a quick kiss and we said our "I love you's and goodbyes".
I watched the cab as it disappeared down the drive and made my way back into the house. I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher. I decided a run through the woods at the back of the house was in order so went and changed.
As I was coming down the stairs I hadn't heard a peep from Nita so I thought I might just be able to postpone the inevitable. WRONG!
As I entered the dining room I found her sat at the table with notepads and binders all spread out in front of her. I was busted! She looked up as I entered and this great big smile illuminated her whole face. She got up ran over to me, gave me a big hug and kiss and said, "This is great I can't wait to get started." She then launched into how much she had thought about it and the amount of time she spent looking things up.
Inwardly I reasoned that I wasn't going to physically run away, I might as well stay mentally. It was hard not to be impressed with her enthusiasm and devotion so I figured I might put at least 50% of the effort in that she did.
So I sat her down again, trying to calm her and, asked, "Would you like some juice, or another drink before we get started?"
"No, I'm fine you go ahead though." So I went into the kitchen and downed a fifth of vodka, well I got a glass of orange juice really.
So as I sat down, at the side of the table, since Nita was in my chair. I said, "Right, where do you want to start?" As Homer would say, "DO", wrong question, Nita launched into a diatribe about every subject, from A to Z and in between.
I leaned forward and thought I'd let her play it out and realize that we needed to cover a few subjects at a time. After 8 or 9 minutes on what web sites said this; the books from the library that; the women's magazines another thing; the light bulb finally went off in her head and she sort of sat back and said, "Oh".
"I guess we should pick a few topics and go over them huh?"
"Great idea darling", I agreed, "How about you pick the first topic that pops into that lovely mind of yours."
She seemed to concentrate on this for a moment, "Ok I got it, Pubic Hair," she exclaimed, quite proud of herself. Very calmly and coolly, though utterly confused, I replied, "Sure, what about it?"
"Well that night we made love I shaved earlier in the day, I thought it was a pretty good job but after I touched where I had shaved I realized mine kind of felt like my legs do when I haven't shaved for two days. There were places I missed and it was only the lower part that I paid attention to. Well, I asked Mom about it and she said you'd be able to show me how to do it better than her."
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