Kathy Almost Loses Her Way

KATHY ALMOST LOSES CONTROL

A Sequel to - Kathy Lets Herself Go

Kathy was pleasantly surprised that her affair with Paul Saxton had not run into the sand, that the passion first discovered and shared with a younger man who had once been thought of as a son-in-law, had not burned itself out. She had been tempted to stray, her controlling husband a man difficult to live with and not appreciative of the stability that she brought to his life.

But all of that, her impulse not to stray and to be loved by another man, had been turned over when her daughter had married, and then divorced, Paul, a strongly made and good-looking man who had become her lover some six months ago and about whom she thought of so often that it sometimes felt that she had a teenager's crush on her first love; she a woman close on turning fifty, fit and toned, her hair greying but only lending her slender face a singular attractiveness that Paul appreciated and complimented her upon.

Attending her weekly fitness and yoga class had taken on a new importance and was never missed. Afterwards, she would drive her Buick SUV to his place, park it unobtrusively and be greeted by a man a few inches taller, Paul's shock of brown hair swept back, and his toned body invariably clothed in work out gear, Paul using the time that she was at her exercise class to stay in shape himself.

Back at home, and after time spent with him, she wondered often enough how her daughter Becky could have divorced the young thirtyish, internet entrepreneur with his friendly nature, supercharged smile, and who is so darned polite even after all barriers between them have been broken down.

She's had the 'hots' for him for so long she wonders, sometimes, if it wasn't always the case when he had entered her life. Her husband Tom's too wrapped up, in his own business world and his travels, to have noticed any change in her behaviour. But then, she had resolved, and Paul knew this, that she would never leave Tom but would manage her life with him as best as she could and with Paul a lustful distraction along the way.

There were moments, even now, when show would blush in response to his gaze at her, his obvious desire to reclaim her. Such moments could so spontaneously arise whenever he had called by to collect his young son, Lucas, from her and Tom would mutter something about the mess that custody of the child had become; his preference being for the boy's mother, Becky, to have sole custody and with Paul having visiting rights.

It sure was a mess, much as she loved the young boy.

Bu today was one when she and Paul would have some time to themselves and a relaxing time spent in the hot tub always a prelude to love making, the place always a surprise but the intensity of the moments shared, naked in each other's arms, never in doubt.

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His gaze upon her was intense and she felt the same. A week had gone by since they had met, and now they rushed through the side gate of the property, stopping when they got near to the outbuilding that hid the tub and pool from the prying eyes of Paul's neighbours. He had chosen the place well and had then spent money in screening it and converting a clap-boarded outhouse into a small one bedroomed annexe, a pool-side shower accessed from outside and invisible to prying eyes.

"Shower off... we shower off and get in there!" she exulted as Paul embraced her, and they kissed; their training clothes tugged at and Kathy's hand closing over the unmistakable swell in his jogging shorts. She felt on fire and neither a shower nor lounging in the cool water of the tub would change that.

He would reclaim her with all that he brought and that she knew the sight and touch of and that Paul would again arouse. They gazed at each other as their training gear was stripped off, Paul having les to strip away. Her hands always trembled when she was at this stage, undressing before him and the sight of her body gradually being exposed to his gaze.

"You're so strong," she groaned at the sight of him and as Paul's penis sprang free and arced out from his toned belly. It was too much for her not to not reach out and touch.

"Wait, beautiful... let me see you too... all of you."

His hands were on her, but he did not interfere with her undressing of him, her touch light and seducing. His chest hair was like a downy fur, a band trailing down his muscled torso and ending in a bush from which his penis sprang and jerked with every move that he made as Paul now drew near and they embraced; kissed with their mouths open and their tongues swirling.

Finesse might come later. Right now, they just wanted to touch and caress, to stroke and tug, to clamp and renew their physical bond. Talk on their iPhones was fine; the sharing of a picture went some way to arousing them and sharpening expectations for their reunion; but touch was everything.

"You're wet Kathy, darling... and we're not even in the shower," he smiled, a lustful look in his stilled eyes as she stood against him, naked and her nipples pressing into his chest as they kissed, his hands stroking over her toned buttocks, slid down between them and his fingers began to slowly stroke her slit.

"And you're always so hard... so soon... so eager."

"All because of how you make me feel... just from seeing you like this." He smiled and she knew what he would say. "You're my goddess who is desired and worshipped."

"I'm your one and only," she always answered when he said that, and Kathy knew that it was true. She had never been able to control that emotion in him, and now she wondered if she would ever wish to do that.

She worked his erection, gazed down at what she would again take and ride on as Paul continued in his slow caresses of her body.

Her large and firm breasts scarcely sagged, and Kathy self-consciously cupped them in her slender fingered hands and swirled them slowly as the shower was turned on and they laughed and spluttered as the cool water cascaded over warm skins and hands caressed. They kissed, deep and open mouthed, turning their heads from side-to-side ad changing the ways of these claims.

"You'd do it right here, wouldn't you?" she gasped as Paul held and then lifted her into his arms, Kathy wrapping her legs around his waist before his fingers began a dance over her slit and stroked to part her pussy's lips. She rose and fell on them.

"I'm ready, if you are," he said, his face close to hers as the water was turned off and he stepped slowly over the slabs and to the steps that led up to the edge of the tub. It was set at one end of the tear-drop shaped pool, the turquoise mosaic tiles and the sun on the water making it sparkle. "I've got to let you go... for a moment or two."

The woman he craved to know, again, was gloriously naked, wearing only a bracelet with semi-precious beads on one slender wrist, a single silver band on the other. A leather double chord necklace with turquoise beads was stark against her glistening skin

Water, fed through the filtration system, poured from spouts set in a screen wall to the entire length of the pool and wavelets in the bubbling tub soaking the tiles on which Kathy soon lay, her legs in the tub and Paul standing between them, his admiring gaze delighting in her toned stomach, her thighs, and the swell of her breasts. He cast a lingering look, offered a sliding touch, to her wet, shaved pussy.

"You know how it starts," he said, smiling, and moving to stand against the side of the tub and Kathy sitting up and grasping his penis in one hand as she leaned in to kiss it, swirling her tongue around the domed tip as her hands worked his length, then one kneading his nut sac. His son's grandma was working her oral magic on him, or pushing those wonderful breasts together as he slid his penis between them and she stroked its entire length in slow, mesmerising sweeps. "How you bring me on doing that!"

Paul bent down and trailed kisses up and over her body before the pull on his head made him lean in and kiss her mouth long and hard as his hands explored and Kathy ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed and fondled.

"We never have enough time to be together, do we?" he said as Kathy slowly rocked on his probing fingers, her breaths hitching in her throat as he took a nipple in his mouth, squeezed hard on her breasts as he sucked on it, gently, then swirled his tongue over it or rolled her nipple around in his mouth, tugging gently. Kathy clung to him, held his head to guide him in these claims upon her body.

"No... no.... but that may change and soon. Tom's away for a few days on business and I'll have to find a way to get Lucas looked after..."

Paul pressed his fingers to her lips to silence her.

"I'll take a break from work... I run the business after all, and we spend time together with him." Paul felt her hands slide down his chest and belly before she found him once more, her rounded fingernails gently dragging over his penis before she circled the head between her thumb and forefinger and slowly worked it. He breathed in sharply as her touch sent jolts of longing coursing through his groin. "Yes, go on and do that beautiful Kathy, action and less talk..."

"Paul... Paul!" she groaned. "I can't stay too long. I daren't risk it.... for people to get curious why I'm here."

"We know, and it's for this."

He had moved so that, as he leaned over her, the fingers of one hand were brushed over her pussy's lips, then prodded slowly in search of her clit, that hard nub that once he touched and smoothed his fingers over it would wreck her control. She parted her legs still further, Paul's body partially immersed in the tub and his kisses to the smooth skin to the insides of her thighs coaxing her to rest them on his shoulders.

His face crashed onto her mound, his mouth opening and his tongue slicking and flickering, then probing in a mesmerising swirl into her moist heat before one hand brushed over her breasts, pinched and tugged on each nipple.

She did not need to say anything; Paul was claiming her as he slicked his tongue, that felt so long, up and down her pussy, her fierce tugs on his hair not stopping or slowing him in these claims upon her throbbing sex.

He was a natural pussy eater, and his ways soon had her feeling that she would climax. She bucked her hips and tugged on his hair, but nothing would stop him from eating her out.

"Kathy... Kathy," she heard him mumble, "you taste so good... so good."

She felt that he was shaking from pleasure and desire for her as much as she was. It all felt so good that to look at her watch and worry about how long she would be with him had become the last thing on her mind.

"Go on... I'm staying!"

"I thought you might," he laughed softly as other fingers were inserted in her cunt and he started moving his hand back and forth faster and faster, deeper and in widening swirls that would stretch her. "Cum for me, darling Kathy... then you can have me."

The thought of that and what he continued to do pushed her over the edge, and she felt every muscle in her abdomen tense, every nerve jangle as she sensed the rush of an orgasm, his fingers and tongue working in her as she bucked her hips to meet his claims and her body shuddering as waves of errant pleasure crashed over her.

"Yeah... yeah... you can tase me!"

She did so too as Paul moved to kiss her, to coax her to suck on his tongue that had reduced her to this. She could hardly breath and clung to him as Paul leaned over her and gazed down, touched her belly in slow caresses before his mouth sank onto one of her breasts and sucked on a hard nipple.

"Me now... me on you now!" she cried out and struggled to break free of him.

She coaxed Paul to lie on the edge slabs as she knelt on the ledge that she had been on. Dropping to her knees she grabbed his erect and trembling penis, pulled it down so that she could sink her mouth over its thickness, the domed tip brushing the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down, her movements matched by the stroke of her fingers over its length.

"Yeah... oh yeah! You're almost there!" he panted as her lips finally b rushed against his belly and the mat of hair at the base of his shaft. "Ride me... don't make me cum this way!"

"Are you sure?" Kathy teased, smiling at him as she moved to straddle him, leaning forward to kiss Paul's mouth as her nipples brushed over his chest. He did not hesitate and grabbed her breasts, squeezed and tugged until she told him to stop. "I know that you like them..."

"They're part of wonderful... beautiful... you."

"And so is this."

Kathy straddled him and using the fingers of one hand to part her pussy's lips she sank and settled, rose and then settled again until all she could feel was his penis engulfed in her slicked heat and her pussy's muscles slowly beginning to clamp on him as Paul pulled her down onto him and ensured the deepest penetration possible.

Her breasts wayed to and fro, her hips rocked, and she tugged on him; Paul pulling her down using his hands on her hips or pulling on her shoulders to prolong her riding of him. The woman knew how to waste him, and he saw in her eyes how much she wanted his penis inside her again. The intervals between these sex fests were too long but the risk of discovery persuaded them to resist the temptation each of them presented to the other.

She panted, and her hands gripped his chest, as she kept up the rhythm of her hips bucking and her pussy's muscles tugging on him. She was impaled on his love wand and read the pleasure in his eyes.

"Share it... please share it!" he finally begged, and they rolled over, the poolside slabs feeling rough on her skin but the water from the tub lessening their abrasive effect.

Paul began to slowly fuck her with short steady strokes. His eyes never left her face, and they panted together as he picked up speed, his strokes growing longer and longer, the tempo quickening in response to what she did to claim him and in pursuit of a shared orgasm.

."Paul... Paul!" She could not believe that she had climaxed again, only this time soaking his penis with her pussy's juices as she came over her lover's plaguing cock. How good it felt to be taken out in the open air, on the edge of the tub, the cool water she lay in in stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.

"Let them take you there," he panted as Paul fucked straight through her orgasm. He stopped moving, still deep inside her and twisted so that he could once again take her nipples in his mouth, sucking and tugging on them.

"Find me... take me there! Fuck me until there's nowhere else to go!"

Kathy kept squirming under him, bucking her hips to seduce his climax as Paul nibbled and tugged; licked and sucked on her aching nipples. She was overcome by pleasure and felt that she was floating!

Paul raised his head, and she saw his eyes flutter as his frenzied tamping resumed, and she summoned all the energy that she still had to bring him on and sustain the rushes of pleasure that they both felt.

"How... how I love what you do for me... what we have, Kathy!"

"Yes, it's that way for me too. I get lost every time I'm with you and afterwards... when... when I remember how it's been and when we can be together again."

His hips crashed against her buttocks as her legs were held in the crooks of his arms and Paul ejaculated deep inside her. He kept twitching as bolt after bolt of his semen was expelled into her in tingling rushes that had her clutching to embrace his demonic movements. They would waste each other in pursuing these moments once more.

She met his wondering look as Paul pushed off the bed, on outstretched arms and bore his weight on his hands and feet. They were joined by his penis and moved slowly and in unison as their passion slowly ebbed away.

"Don't say it, we can't let that feeling get in the way," she gasped as the meaning of his look upon her struck home.

"I've found with you what I did not have with Becky. I've loved with two women, mother and daughter, but... but with you it's taken on a special meaning. That's why I can't stop asking to be with you. I know that it's not what you want to hear..."

"Yes, I'm sorry." She said it and gradually coaxed him to ease out of her and to lie by her side. Moments of frenzied coupling were again at an end.

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Kathy drove away from his place both tired and contented after passionate moments spent in Paul's arms and being claimed by an attentive lover, unselfish in what he sought and fully understanding what she took from their trysts.

He had used the word 'cougar' for the first time, and it had shocked her.

But after a few moments of reflection, and the sound of his soft and understanding words she had been convinced that there was no malice in what he had said. Paul understood. He met a need in her and she had hinted that she was fatalistic enough to realise that there would never be an enduring future, as lovers, for them.

She minded his son Lucas, while Becky her daughter and Paul, her ex-husband, lived out their separate lives.

Passionate interludes would continue until, as the saying went, their lives would be put back on track. Almost losing control, fond as she was of Paul, was not in her life's mix.

Even in today's world, there were plenty of women who continued in stressed marriages but who could not get away. Their husbands controlled the money, as Tom did.

Stepping into another world had its benefits, and Paul Saxton lived in that other world.

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