I stared at her and she stared back, smiling. She finished her drink.
"I think we should go upstairs," she said.
When we arrived at the room, I shut and locked the door. She walked to the window and peaked at the view of the parking lot followed by a neat row of bushes and landscaped trees.
I reached for her shoulders and then kissed her--soft and tender, then deep. I pulled her hair back; my mouth wandered to her ear, her throat, and her other ear where I buried my tongue.
My right hand was in her dress, gently pinching a nipple, cupping the breast in my hand. My other hand at her back, holding her close.
We fell on the bed.
Her arms were around me, her lips parted. Her mouth was warm, her flesh salty. I was voracious.
I positioned my thigh between her legs. I pulled out a breast and began to nibble. She was panting, her fingers running through my hair.
We paused for a moment to take off our clothes and were at each other once again. My belly was against her belly, my feet wrapped in hers. The touch of her flesh quenched a thirst in my throat, filled a hole in my heart.
My throbbing cock dribbled wet lines on her thigh. She giggled and reached for it.
She slowly slathered me up and down with her sweet hand, her thumb circling my cock head.
I nibbled her areolas one at a time, almost crying in joy and relief and I lost control and released into her hand.
She laughed. "I hope you can get going again soon," she said as she wiped her hand on the sheet. She took off her ring to clean it.
"I'm just getting started," I said.
I lay in her arms for a moment, a feeling of deep satisfaction washed over me.
I moved to her thighs and tasted her flesh, savoring the salty flavor. I ran my lips up one and down the other, then approached her flower. I paused for a moment to take in the rich aroma of life. I licked from the bottom to top of her slit. Opening the folds, I searched for her button and flicked my tongue across. My arms wrapped around her thighs so I could press my face deeper and deeper into her. I lapped her again and again, tasting her succulent juice on my tongue, savoring her scent in my nostrils. I wanted to drink her down.
Pulling away for a moment, I heard her moan and knew that she could feel my passion, that it was affecting her. Her thighs squeezed my head in close. I moved in again and lapped at her with my tongue, again and again and then with my tongue at her button and inserted my finger and worked on her more until she erupted in ecstacy. Her thighs wrapped around me, hands on my head, she pressed me deep into the wetness of her sex as I felt her writhe with joy. I wanted to drown there in her wet folds.
Then we stopped and rested.
"You'd better wash your face," she said.
I cleaned with a wet towel in the bathroom and then we were back to holding each other, flesh on flesh, thighs pressed, fingers tangled, lips moving. My cock was full once again, full of life and ready to create.
So easy now, I slipped between her folds. Our ankles wrapped around each other, our fingers locked, I pulled my body above hers and rocked, rocked, rocked... pelvic bone pressing meaningfully against hers. Diving deeper with every stroke, building rhythm, I tried to reach the bottom of her.
Her sighs became groans. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in. I pressed purposefully against her pelvis. Her groans became cries and I lost control and released deep into her, collapsing on her sweaty chest. I felt the rhythm of her heart and her breath. Her fingers stroked me tenderly. An hour passed, and she got up, reaching for her ring on the night stand.
I knew that we would see each other again, that Mary's desire was a match for mine. Here was a woman who could match me in loneliness and lust, and who knew the value of a generous human touch.
The End.
Christine.
Before 'lonely hearts' adds, and all that, I found myself in a strange city on my own. I finally placed the following personal in the local paper; 'Young man, 23, intelligent, new to area, seeks female companionship.' This was my first reply,
Dear intelligent man.
My name is Christine. I am 36 and on my own, except for three smallish children to look after; who make it seem impossible to meet any decent men. I am petite, but with dis-proportionally large boobs and an equally big sense of humour, I am attractive for my age, I love reading and conversation. Above all I want to meet someone interesting to talk to even if they do stare at my boobs constantly.
In anticipation.
Christine.
It was not quite what I was expecting, she was so old. On the other hand I had but one reply... So, I answered,
Dear Christine.
Thank you for your letter. I read a lot, but probably different books. Let's compare notes. Where and when would you like to meet? Do you have a friend that can look after your kids for a few hours?
I am a science graduate. I'm good with facts but not always with people. I have a job so we would probably have to meet at the weekend, I have to work some weekends so in the afternoon or evening. I am slim, I have had girlfriends so I must look OK, What else would you like to know?.
With great anticipation.
Adrian.
Dear Adrian.
Let's not bother with long letters, let's meet on Saturday, somewhere in the town centre. My friend Angela has agreed to babysit for me from mid-day until six. I will be easy to recognise, I will wear a yellow skirt and a green blouse. How will I recognise you and where shall we meet?
Christine.
Christine's letter took me by surprise. It arrived on Thursday, whilst I was at work, so I had to reply that evening.
Dear Christine.
As you love books I will meet you at the main library, on Saturday next, at one o'clock, in the entrance hall. I will be sitting on one of the benches reading the 'Guardian'. I don't usually bother with a tie but for you I will wear my blue one. Hope you get this in time.
Adrian.
At one o'clock, on the dot, a short but really attractive, much befreckled, lady with big breasts, green eyes and long, lustrous, red tresses walked into the library wearing a yellow skirt and a green blouse. "Christine," I said, slightly breathlessly, as I walked over to her. I could not believe this, never mind her age, she was sex on a stick, with hundreds and thousands on: and raspberry sauce.
"Adrian." We shook hands, very politely.
"Shall we get a coffee?" I asked, and that's what we did. We chatted amiably for about half an hour; books, records, she liked all the stuff that my that brother liked and I hated; not really surprising as they were about the same age.
Suddenly she interjected, "Adrian, it's obvious that you are really clever, your very attractive and you seem like a really nice person,"
"But, I'm not your type?" I sighed, starting to get up.
"No! No -- sit down -- you idiot, you've got this completely wrong." She sounded quite desperate. "No. Definitely not. What I want to say is; instead of chatting nicely and getting to know one another gradually -- well, can we -- would you take me home and screw me silly. You're a real find, I've not had a man for almost five years and I've got exactly four and a half hours of freedom left."
I choked on my coffee. "If you're sure," I gasped, "you're really attractive, gorgeous, in fact really fancyable, do we need to get some, umm... rubbers or anything?" My head was in a spin and my mouth had switched to autopilot. "I'll pay, we should go right away -- as long as --well assuming that's what you really want."
She was laughing at me, "that's why I asked you, only someone like you would thing about contraception at time like this, anyway don't worry about that, it's all taken care of." We got the bus. Christine was really attractive, she winked mischievously and undid the top button of her blouse; she really did have big breasts. As I gawped she grabbed my crotch firmly with one hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Instant erection, she laughed and whispered, "God, am I ready for that."
I blushed.
Christine lived in a small
house on the outskirts of the town, overlooking the river. We went in. On the bus I had done some planning, time to retake the initiative I thought. "If you want to make love you'll have to strip naked first."
"What here, right now, in the living room?"
"If you're still interested, this very instant," I leered, but I did pull the curtains across. She, thought about it, winked and peeled off her blouse, turned her back to me, unfastened her bra then rotated slowly around with her arms above her head. Her breasts were fabulous, large and freckled with puckered red areolae and long erect teats, which were slightly darker. She stared into my eyes and flicked her nipples. I was transfixed.
"Like what you see?" When she dropped her skirt my eyes were riveted on her, she had stockings and suspenders on, but no panties. "A girl has to have some air," she husked.
"Now sit in the chair, legs over the arms and you can buy my clothes." I had figured that if she really was that randy a little teasing first would not go amiss.
"What?"
"You heard," I said, "my pullover costs a really long slow passionate kiss on the lips." She bought it. My shoes and socks cost her a comprehensive nibbling and sucking of her earlobes and neck; she considered this an excellent deal. She purchased my shirt and tie with her left nipple which was even more distended after a thorough sucking. Trousers cost her the right nipple, which I noted was the more sensitive of the pair.
"What's the price of underpants," she giggled.
"I get to lick and suck your fanny for as long as I like." I spread her pussy with my fingers and very gently licked her clitty. She writhed and gasped, her eyes glazed over and she began to pant. As her sighs and moans became louder I went more and more slowly, keeping her on the edge, but not pushing her over. Finally I had to stop or she would have come.
"Fuck me you bastard, fuck me," she pleaded.
"That's not very lady like, I get to lick and suck your fanny for as long as I like so you shall have to be punished for that." I slid a finger in and out of her sopping wet hole, really slowly, until again I had to stop. My finale was to lick the septum just below her vagina. It worked, her sex began to make little burps and squelching sounds all by itself dribbling copious amounts of white mucus. Now I established a rhythm, lick the septum, finger the fanny really slowly, lick her clit. Christine was practically delirious with lust. Finally, I relented, I knelt up and slid my, by now, aching member into her hot, wet hole. She came. When I slid it out she came again. With every thrust she cried out with passion and when her moans started to subside I began to suck her nipples. I have never known a woman to come quite so many times, Christine was the queen of the multiple orgasm, but eventually even she was sated. She was a mess, her hair was a birds nest, her body glistened with sweat, her stockings were laddered and her mascara had run, God alone knows how she was going to get the stain under her fanny off the chair.
"That was, that was... oh my God, but you didn't come. So now you can do me doggy over the coffee table and you can watch yourself shafting me, men like that." Christine got up and all but collapsed over the coffee table. She was right I could watch myself humping her, I could see my penis sliding in and out of her soaking wet sex and I lasted all of ten strokes before I came, and then spurted into her over and over again with almost violent thrusts of my pelvis. "We've still got nearly two hours, let's go up to bed."
There was no way that I could make love again for days. I was drained and Christine ought to have been, but she seemed keen to recover. "That was the best sex I ever had, you are such a tease: well that was the most intense sex I ever had, now let's do lovey-dovey, 'in bed' sex. Don't worry you'll soon be hard again, trust Auntie Christine.
We lay in her pink double bed. Her fantasy little girl's room; pink wall-paper, pink curtains, pink lampshades, lace trimmed pink bedspread, pink pillows, pink cushions, pink carpet, nothing was anything but pink, unless it hade white lace around it. Christine was pink, well except for her hair, green eyes, red nipples and red pubic bush. We kissed and cuddled, and then just for a change, cuddled and kissed. I was definitely coming round and Christine noticed, "if I suck your cock I'll bet you'll get hard again." As my cock was still covered in both my come and hers, I thought this unlikely, but that's what she did. She sucked on my rod and tickled my balls at the same time. My member soon stiffened so that I could mount her: the good old missionary position. It was a long slow screw but we both came, eventually. Afterwards Christine commented, "that was the second best I ever had."
I simply grunted, for me that second slow screw was the best ever. I had never come twice so quickly, before. I had fallen in lust. "Back to the real world" she said, "you have to go, I have to pick up the kids, would you like to make it nine-thirty, here on Tuesday evening?" Christine chortled, I had gained a third erection so she knew the answer.
The End.
Jessica's Cougar Mom
Standing there in her favorite black mini, low-cut silver top and stiletto heels, Jessica Holliday stared down to the end of the bar. She still could not believe what it was she was seeing. This was the reason Rob had stood her up? This was his "last minute emergency?"
They hadn't seen her yet, so she moved to a spot where she could easily see them, but they'd be hard-pressed to see her. Seething with rage, she was glad her Sensei in karate class had taught her techniques to channel her anger. She took cool cleansing breaths and let her rage melt away. In full fury, she could have broken some of Rob's bones, Jessica was that angry but it helped no one. She let herself breathe, calm down. Jessica had a temper, karate had helped her channel her aggressive tendencies. In a few months, she would achieve her Black Belt. She would have been ashamed if Sensei heard of her using her skills in a bar fight, it was beneath her.
Most people wouldn't have blamed her. How many people would have been able to remain calm at the sight of seeing their boyfriend with his hands all over their 37-year old mother? The two of them were making quite the little spectacle of themselves.
Okay, Jessica rationalized, I should be fair. He's not really my boyfriend; he's more of a fuckbuddy. Like Jimmy. Or Kaitlyn. Or Nickie. Or Nickie's brother, Tim. Jessica had also channeled some of her aggressive tendencies into matters sexual. She liked to fuck and she liked to fuck as often as humanly possible. Early on, the nineteen-year old realized that just one lover wasn't going to be enough. Neither was one sex, after dipping her toes in the pool of bi-sexuality, she went in for a long, luxurious swim.
Jessica went to the other bar on the other side of the club and ordered a Singapore Sling. Since childhood, she liked sweet things when she was upset. She'd just started drinking when her mother's boss, Alden Jackson, sat down beside her.
"Fancy meeting you here, Jessica," The handsome southerner smiled. "Your mother and I come here sometimes after work, for a drink."
Jessica nodded. She knew the handsome, dark-haired Georgia native and her Mom did a lot more than that, but she couldn't blame her mom for that either. He was nearly 6'6" tall, barrel-chested and had a voice that sounded like Bourbon going down smooth. There was an intensity to Alden that few men possessed, if Jessica was a few years older, she'd have gone after him herself.
Then, Jessica stopped herself. Why was she being such an idiot? She'd be 20 next week, she was an adult. If Angelica could go out with Rob, why the hell couldn't she make a play for Alden? Of course, that depended on if Alden was interested ... but the leggy, auburn-haired girl knew most men would be interested, providing they still had a pulse. She let her skirt ride up a few inches to show the tops of her stockings, she leaned forward a bit more to show some cleavage and her brown eyes met Alden's as she began to flirt with him.
"Is drinking all the two of you two do when you come here, Mr. Jackson?" Jessica's voice trilled. "Or may I call you Alden?"
"You may. What are you asking me, Jessica?"
"Wellll ... Mom's single, you're single. I know I don't come here for the music or the alcohol ... I come here because it's full of good-
looking men and women. Just what things do you and my mother get up to?"
Alden smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Jessica placed his hand on her stocking-clad knee. "Yes, I would. Or perhaps you'd like to show me?"
Looking around to see that no one was watching, Alden smiled. Then, he moved his hand up her leg a bit. Jessica leaned forward and kissed him hard, letting her intentions be obvious.
"God, you're a hot little thing. You might just be as hot as your Mom!" Alden grinned.
"Buy me another drink and I'll let you take me somewhere and I'll show you that I'm even hotter!" Jessica giggled evilly. It was a bit of bravado on her part as she had no idea what kind of lover her mother was, but she was horny as hell. Alden would be her first older man, but if the rumors she'd heard around town were true, he would be an amazing fuck.
He was beyond amazing, not only was Alden steel-chested, his cock was like a piece of steel as well. Alden knew how to use it and the rest of his body, he had Jessica in many varying positions, but she came in all of them. He treated her kindly, but wasn't afraid to use her body sensually, to show her what she was capable of. From her training in Martial Arts, Jessica was very athletic, toned and flexible; she also had skilled hands and a wonderful mouth. They didn't stop fucking until well past 1 AM and wouldn't have even stopped then had Alden not had to fly to Texas on business the very the next morning.
Jessica arrived home by Cab around 1:30 and it was scarcely 10 minutes later when Angelica walked in the door. She staggered a bit, but didn't seem to be drunk ... aha, Rob got a little action tonight, Jessica giggled to herself. Well, to be fair, her raven-haired Mom was still a stunner and the silver mini-dress she wore clung to her like a second skin. She knew Rob had always thought Angelica was a MILF. She wasn't angry at him for taking the opportunity, it was just the sneaky he had gone about it that pissed Jessica off. Still, things had worked out for them both in the end.
"You're still up," Angelica nodded to Jessica, then sat down on the couch opposite her daughter.
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