Echos of Thailand

It had been a hard week for Evelyn and Jim, a week filled with family gatherings. Evelyn's parents celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary meant family had flown in from all over the country. As the weekend drew to an end they had all flown back. Evelyn was looking forward to some alone time with Jim, at last.

She found him slumped in his chair, glass of whisky beside him, only dregs and ice left. He was close to sleep, his eyes barely open. She bent down in front of him, her hands on his knees, her lips pressed against his.

He turned away from the kiss, “I'm tired dear, it's been a hard week. I think I'm going to head to bed.”

His dismal of her upset her; It was not the first time, in nearly twenty years of marriage there had been times when he had not been in the mood. However, it had been a tough week, she needed a release. As he headed for bed she made her preparations.

He was reading in bed when she entered. She had undressed in the bathroom and had slipped on the short silk kimono she had bought to remind him of their 10 year anniversary holiday. Their original honeymoon had been cheap and cheerful, they were too young to afford luxury. For their 10th anniversary they had gone to Thailand for three weeks. The first week they barely left their suite, it was like they were teenagers again.

The kimono felt cool against her skin, its hem tickled the top of her thighs. It was black, edged in red and across the back was an embroidered golden dragon. With it tied loosely around her waist a narrow strip of flesh was visible down to her naval. The silk clung to her breasts that at the age of 40 she was very proud of.

The curtains were left open, he always left them open. She walked over to them knowing he was watching her legs. She stretched to reach as high as she could, much higher than needed, the bottom of the kimono raised revealing the bottom of her ass to him. Although she was proudest of her breasts he was definitely an ass man.

She turned to face him, loosening the belt she let the silk drift apart. It revealed a small trimmed patch of hair between her legs. He put down the book as she climbed onto the foot of the bed. As she crawled up the bed the kimono opened wider letting her breasts fall free. Her dark nipples pointed down from her pale orbs.

“I'm really too tired tonight, I'm sorry Hun.” His words were pointless she wasn't going to give in till she got what she wanted.

She crawled up him, the duvet between their bodies. “Remember Thailand? We wouldn't stop until we collapsed with exhaustion.” Her hand stroked his leg through the covers.

“We were much younger then.” His hand moved hers from his leg.

“Lets pretend we are still young.” Her lips went to his neck, she kissed the rough skin, her tongue darting out to taste his flesh. He moved his head aside trying to break away but she wouldn't let him escape her lips. Between kisses she whispered, “The pool was particularly memorable, you were behind me pressing me into the side. I remember the force you took me with.”

Her teeth nibbled on his ear lobe as he mumbled half-hearted excuses. She climbed off him and slipped beneath the duvet. Her fingers played with the hair on his thighs twisting the wiry hairs. Her mouth went bake to his ear, her tongue gently teased the flesh lobe. Her hand slid up up his boxers, finding the bulge of his excitement. She pulled his face towards her, her moist lips pressing against his dry lips. Her hand closed round his stiff shaft, the thin cotton of his boxers between their skin. Her lips moved down his neck.

“I really don't have the energy.” His voice had lost its conviction.

Ignoring him, she moved down his body beneath the covers. In the dark she pressed her lips against the cotton covered tip. Her tongue licked at the material making it wet and warm as it clung to his throbbing tip. Her hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, twisting as it travelled along its length.

He groaned as her lips slid down his rod the cloth moulding to its shape as he pushed against the straining material. Her hand sped up as her tongue flicked against him, she felt him pulsating in her grip.

His hand slipped beneath the covers, his fingers slipped into her hair, gently persuading her to take more of him into her mouth. She refused to be hurried, moving at her own pace. Her lips dragged up and down him, feeling the bumps and ridges of him. As his moans became louder his hand bore down on her harder, persuasion becoming pleading.

She withdrew leaving him wrapped in soaked cotton. Pulling back the covers she revealed herself  to him. She straddled his legs sitting on his thighs, the black point of his boxers before her. The kimono hung across her back, having fallen from her shoulders. Silk rippled over his legs behind her. Her breasts like raindrops, plump and full trembled with her breathing.

Her fingers slipped the button of his boxers through its hole. Her fingers reached inside scooping round the damp member. Pulling him out she exposed him to the cool breeze of the room making him shudders as the air rubbed against wet skin.

Her hand gripped his rod holding it as she lifted herself and moved forwards. She impaled herself upon him, letting out a small cry as she sank down him. She slipped her hand from between their bodies as she pushed down.

Her hands moved to his chest as she leant forwards. Her thighs gripped his hips tightly as she gently began to undulate. Her soft flesh held him within her as she moved back and forth squeezing him. His hands cupped her large breasts, his thumbs rubbed hard nipples.

She moved slowly, only small movements along his shaft, keeping him embedded deep within her. She could feel him throbbing within, her flesh throbbing in response. She moved with a speed she knew would frustrate him, she wanted to build her own pleasure before satisfying him.

His hands moved to her thighs running along hot skin to curve round her ass beneath the silk. His fingers pushed into the yielding flesh of her ass as he tried to force her faster along him. She ignored his pulls, gently moving at her own steady speed, feeling her pleasure building between her legs.

She began to moan as she felt her pulse quicken. Her breathing became louder and more laboured. She could feel her body building towards climax, her speed increased driven by her own need. Inside her wet flesh gripped him as she plunged down his shaft over and over again. His breathing deepened, coming out in grunts, the signs of his orgasm being close poured from his body.

She threw herself from him onto the bed despite her own body screaming not to stop. He cried out in despair as she landed on the mattress beside him.

She turned her face to him, she knew she had driven him too far for him to stop. She needed more than to climax above him, she needed him to take her, for him to be in control.

He didn't say anything, he didn't seem capable of talking. He moved onto his knees behind her, his large hands pulling her up onto her knees before him. She pushed herself backwards towards him, her arms underneath her. He forced himself roughly into her, making her fall forward, almost falling from him.

His hands gripped her tightly as he thrust into her. With him in control he felt larger inside her, she could feel him bulging ready to explode. His body hit against her with loud smacks that filled the room. Her body shook with each thrust her arms trying to hold her up.

Every thrust felt deeper than the last, each one pushed her closer to the edge of her own orgasm. She cried out with every thrust as if the sound was being forced from her. Behind her he was grunting in time with their movements.

He forced himself forward with his whole body, she couldn't withstand the power and collapsed forward as he crashed onto her. She felt his seed flood into her, as the weight of his body pressed her into the bed. She cried out from underneath him as her own orgasm tore through her body. The power that had been building with every thrust was released. Pinned beneath him her body spasmed as he muscles tensed with the orgasm flowing through them.

She felt a mix of their fluids seep from her as he body slowly regained control. He rolled off her onto the bed, they lay with him facing the ceiling her facing the bed, both panting to suck in air to refuel their bodies. Her hand moved to her chest, she tried to speak but was too exhausted to form words. She closed her eyes and let sleep embrace her, the gentle thrum from him told her he had already succumbed.