Rahil was encouraging me to go steady now she was not licking his dick. He was just sitting on the sofa storking his dick and watching both of us. Aas...ya was holding my head down strong against her breasts and was moaning in pleasure. I spend a long time sucking those breast and my arms slowly moved down under her panty to cover her vagina. She held her thighs tight together but I had little difficulty in squeezing my hand between her thighs to explore her vagina over her panties. I was dying. She leaned back against the wall and crossed her ankles. She stood dead still, her eyes looking into space. There is nothing timid about her. She has a quiet and sexy confidence in her body language. I studied her, admiring her from different angles in the mirrors. The doors opened on my floor and I exited. I will talk to her next time, I decided. We meet at the elevators again. We arrive as one elevator starts its ascent, taking a crowd of people upwards. We are the only ones waiting.. Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining at the gym helped keep us feeling young at heart, plus it never failed to put us in the mood for the bedroom festivities which inevitably followed. Our typical gym nights always ended the same way, with us tearing our clothes off as soon as we. In the moonlight I can see the outline of his penis lying gently against his hip. It is small now, and seems so harmless and tiny compared to a few hours ago. But it is him, and once again I remember. And so I lift it gently and enclose it between my lips. I can taste his dried seed upon it, salty and musky. And something else I realize, I taste me, delicate and sweet. This is the flavor of our lovemaking, and as I taste I remember again how it felt when we were dancing, so long and hard.