“I didn’t mean it like that,” I explained.
“I know. Look, I lied to you, Penny. I knew who you were long before I caught you checking me out at the Pizza Shack. I noticed you the day I moved in after I got traded. You never noticed me and I know why. You loved Carl, you were committed to him. But I noticed you. I loved when I’d catch you going to work or getting home dressed like you are now. I wanted you from the first moment, I saw you,” Steve admitted and I was shocked but he wasn’t done with his confession.
“I didn’t know what happened with your marriage, but I knew something did. You looked so sad and then I heard he cheated on you and you divorced him. I couldn’t help thinking that maybe I had a chance but I never made a move,” Steve said. I had no idea. I couldn’t remember seeing Steve before that night at pizza with the kids. He was probably right. I won’t say I’d never looked at another man while I was married but I wasn’t shopping around. I thought I had it all, every little girl’s dream. I probably saw Steve, I might even have noted he was good-looking, but if that happened that was as far as it went.
“Why didn’t you make a move?” I asked him.
“You were divorced and vulnerable. Honestly, I didn’t think I had real chance. I figured you would find a guy your age, some rich dude, and you wouldn’t want a stupid baseball player like me. You were just so fucking beautiful, I never thought you’d want me,” he said. Was he serious? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“When I noticed you that night at the pizza place, I thought you’d never in a million years want a fat, old lady like me. Why do you? I don’t get it, Steve. You’re so sexy and hot. You could have any girl you wanted. I need to know why a guy like you wants a woman like me,” I pressed.
“Why does anyone like anyone? When I was in high school, my friends were all after the skinny popular girls. I had a crush on this pretty plump girl with the nicest rack you’ve ever seen. There was this one teacher, Ms. Adams I think, that all the guys drooled over. She was pretty but I spent biology class fantasizing about Mrs. Young. She was so sexy. Shapely legs, big tits and the biggest ass I’d ever seen. She was like fifty but so beautiful. The fantasies I had about her...,” he said.
I guess he was right. Why did anyone like anyone? I knew some men liked big women, even older woman, MILFs I suppose, but I never thought a guy as beautiful as Steve might. He made me feel so sexy and pretty. Steve made me feel like I mattered and my size didn’t. He may have liked my curves, but he loved me. I like the way he looked too but it was Steve, the real Steve, that I loved. He was genuinely a nice guy, honest and real.
“So what does all that mean?” I wondered hoping the vibe I was getting was for real.
“It means I don’t care if you had a weak moment with your ex. I can’t blame you for that. Jesus, you were married to him for years and you had two beautiful kids with him. Hell, if I was in your shoes, I’d probably do the same thing. You didn’t want it and you weren’t doing it to hurt me. Damn it, I’m not going to let something so meaningless fuck this up. I don’t forgive you because here’s nothing to forgive. Shit happens, Penny,” he said.
I wasn’t about to cry, I was just so relieved that I hadn’t ruined this. I was glad I hadn’t hurt Steve. “I won’t do it again, I swear. I know what he’s about. Besides, it was truly awful,” I said attempting a little humor. Steve chuckled.
“You look really hot, you know that? You want a proper shagging, mom,” Steve asked. The mom thing was twisted but it was hot too.
“You have no idea, young man. Maybe you can pretend I’m Mrs. Young,” I suggested.
“No, you’re way hotter than she was,” he said and reached out and ran his hand up my legs. “I really love pantyhose too. You’re legs look so pretty in them,” he said as his hand slipped under my tight skirt.
“I missed you so much,” I said but Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he kissed me softly as he pushed my skirt up my creamy thighs. Then he grasped my nylons in his hands and tore them open, exposing my white, satin panties. I gasped as he began to kiss my neck and I tried to unbutton my blouse.
“No, leave it on. This is just the prelude,” Steve whispered.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m going to take you here and then we're going back to your place and I’m going to take you in your bedroom. Then, I’m spending the night,” he said assertively. I kind of liked that. I smiled at him and reached for the tent forming in his cargo shorts.
“Can I take this out to play?” I asked.
“You better before it gets bent in there,” he replied and I giggled. I unbuckled his belt and then pulled open the button and zipper of his shorts in one quick tug. His briefs were stretched to their limits but I caressed him through the white cotton for a moment.
“I love your cock,” I said as our lips bushed lightly together and I could feel his quick hot breath on my face. Steve pushed my panties aside.
“So do I,” he said and made me laugh but added, “Especially when you’re touching it or better yet, it’s buried in that sweetness between your soft thighs. I love that your all bare down there and that lush mound and your velvety lips.” That made me even wetter.
“All this foreplay is nice but just take me. Fuck my brains out, Steve,” I said breathlessly.
“I don’t have any other intention, Penny,” he told me and his fingers brushed my silken folds causing me to inhale sharply. Steve dropped to his knees and pushed my thighs wide. He looked at me mischievously and then bowed his head and began eating me.
“I really do love you, Steve,” I said. It was so easy with him, so easy to enjoy myself, so easy to please him and so easy to have fun. Even making up was easy. I didn’t expect him to make me an honest woman or make my girlish dreams come true. I just loved him and he loved me.
“Mm, mmmf,” he said and I laughed.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I playfully admonished.
“I said I know,” Steve repeated and went back to work. I wrapped one of my nylon clad legs around Steve’s neck and pulled him in closer. I was already on the edge and when he slipped his hand around my other thigh and began rubbing my clit, I came immediately. Unlike the sorry climax I had with Carl, this was intense and satisfying. I cried out as I put my hands on Steve’s head and held on as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth.
“Oh fuck, I love it when you do this,” I told him as my orgasm raged. I let go of his head and flopped backwards, closed my eyes and luxuriated in the sensations. Steve slipped his hand from around my thigh and his mouth replaced it on my hot nub. Then a finger slipped into me and Steve found that magic spot. “God damn, that’s the place. Keep going,” I urged him.
Steve did and suddenly I arched and another wild climax stole my breath. As I came he lifted his head but continued to finger me and used his thumb to rub my clit. “You like it in the ass because I’d love to fuck you in the ass?” he asked. I looked up and blushed.
“I’ve never done it with a man,” I said.
“But you’ve done it?” he inquired seeing through my vague answer.
“Um...yeah, alone. I liked it,” I said sheepishly. Steve grinned.
“That’s what I love about you experienced chicks. You’re so dirty,” he said and I giggled but a moment later as Steve returned to my clit, I came yet again. This time it was like electric honey, warm and oozing as it spread from between my thick legs to the furthest reaches of my body. As soon as I was able, I pushed Steve’s head away.
“So are you going to do my ass?” I asked.
“My, you’re eager,” he replied.
“Well, are you?” I asked - maybe pleaded desperately was more accurate.
“Maybe,” was all he said.
“Fucking tease,” I told him and giggled. Steve burst from between my legs and then lowered his body over me and pulled his hard, dripping cock from his briefs. I grabbed his balls and swallowed him whole, sucking him for all I was worth. Ste
ve pumped his hips as I greedily pleasured his unyielding erection. He wasn’t there for long, however. After a moment, Steve pulled away, picked up my nylon covered legs and pushed them over my head. I was at his mercy as he impaled me with his stiff shaft.
“So you think I’m a tease?” he asked as he began to thrust and not slowly or gently. My body shook as he sent ripples through my flesh hidden under my work clothes.
“What if I say yes?” I asked.
“I dare you,” he said back to me.
“You’re a tease,” I dared reply. Steve only smiled as he thrust into me even faster. Soon I was panting and whimpering as he hammered away at my succulent passage. I felt an orgasm build within and I bore down so I could feel every bit of it. I rocketed toward the precipice as Steve thrust insistently but just as I was about to fly over the edge and fall into bliss, Steve pulled away.
“Don’t stop!” I begged but Steve laughed at me.
“I’m a tease, remember?” he said.
“You’re a fucker,” I said in mocking spite.
“Yes. Yes I am,” he said and buried his broad staff inside me again. I shuddered as the tension that had not been released sought escape. Steve loomed over me and took my shoulders using them to gain leverage as he let my legs go. My whole body rippled as he jackhammered into me, even my thighs inside their nylon encasement, as I held them aloft. “You want to come, mom?” he asked. How dirty was that?
“Y-y-yes!” I manage to say as I was rocked by his forceful thrusts. I neared the edge and again, Steve pulled free. I screamed in frustration. “OK, you’re not a tease,” I hissed at him hoping Steve might let me come.
“Yes I am,” he said and slammed his delicious spear into me once again. Steve’s thrusts were picking the front legs of the sofa up off the floor and I was sure we’d tumble over backwards. He rarely failed to live up to his nickname. He was a Wildman. I rushed towards a much needed climax. This time, however, Steve pulled one hand from my shoulder and began to rub my clit.
“You better let me come!” I shrieked as I rushed towards release but at the last moment, Steve slowed everything to a frustrating crawl. My orgasm was held at bay and I was left balanced on the edge of ecstasy.
“Or what? You know, this reminds me of something,” Steve said as he slowly pumped his fat shaft into me and rubbed my hot nub agonizingly slow.
“What?” I asked as I fought to stay sane.
“A story you told me. Isn’t this exactly how you found your dopey ex-husband and that hot, little redhead? Weren’t they dressed like we are and her pantyhose ripped open?” Steve asked. He was right, we were in almost the exact position I’d found them in dressed - or undressed depending on how you looked at it - essentially the same way they were.
“Yes. Why are you saying that?” I asked. Why would he bring that up now?
“Don’t you get it? That bastard thought the grass was greener but he’s going to be raising babies while you get to fuck a sexy and famous Major League pitcher,” Steve said and waggled his eyebrows. He made a good point. I’d considered that already but I wasn’t able to organize my ideas quite that elegantly. I smiled up at Steve.
“Very good, professor. Now are you going to make my come or what?” I asked him.
“No!” he said and began thrusting hard and fast again. I’d retreated from edge due to his strange assessment of the situation we found ourselves in but I found myself rushing towards it again. Just as I was about to tumble over and just as I expected, Steve slowed and left me frustratingly close to a wondrous trip to the Promised Land.
“You don’t find that ironic?” he asked insistent on getting his point across.
“Sure, it’s ironic. You know, it’s hard to get all philosophical with your fat dick inside me,” I said.
“You know, that’s why he did what he did. He’s envious of you. You’re living the life he thought he was going to have. You’re living out his mid-life crisis,” he told me. I started to laugh. This was preposterous. Was this therapy or were we having make up sex - maybe therapy sex?
“You’re crazy, you know that?” I asked and then I sat up - pretty fast for a fat, old woman - and managed to push Steve to the floor and I mounted him. There was barely room for us between his sofa and coffee table. “What am I going to do when you have your mid-life crisis? I’ll be too old to find another young stud,” I asked playfully as I began to bounce on Steve’s incredible rigid shaft.
“We’ve got a while, you’ll figure something out,” he said and his hips met mine as I bobbed up and down faster. I laughed as I felt that elusive orgasm approach. I was kneading my fluffy breasts while I savored the feelings. It wasn’t just the physical sensations that I enjoyed, it was the easy way Steve and I related, the way he made me feel and yes, the knowledge that Carl had gotten the short end of the stick. His betrayal, his indiscretions, had simply led him back to where he began. I, on the other hand, had been liberated and I was enjoying every moment.
“You going to come, Penny?” Steve asked.
“No. I’m going to wait until we get to my bedroom. What about you?” I wondered.
“I’m not as young as I used to be. Five years ago I could do that but now, twice a day is my max,” he said and I looked down at him wondering what was stopping him. He was obviously setting me up. “I jerked off thinking about you in the shower this morning,” he said and I began to laugh. I stopped bouncing on Steve and lay on top of him. We kissed, our tongues exploring the other’s mouth, as Steve stroked my broad, pantyhose-covered ass. Only the prospect of this continuing caused me to sit up.
“We should go back to my house before my kids call to cops and report me missing,” I said as I got to my feet, pulled my skirt down and smoothed my blouse. Thankfully, the runs in my nylons didn’t extend below the hem of my skirt. Steve got to his feet and somehow wedged himself back into his briefs and then fastened his cargo shorts and buckled his belt. “I’ll come up with some excuse to get them in bed a little early,” I assured Steve.
“Don’t. We should spend some time with them,” he said.
“We?” I wondered aloud.
“You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? Shouldn’t I get to know your kids better?” he asked me.
“Yeah, I guess you should. I think Audrey already likes you but Josh, well he’s a little protective,” I said. Wasn’t I just riding his cock a moment ago and now we were talking about my kids? The normal juxtaposition of events didn’t seem to apply when it came to Steve and me. I guess this is what they called spontaneity.
Steve walked over to the desk on the other side of the room, walking kind of funny, and grabbed a baseball from one of the drawers. He found a pen and signed it before joining me again. “A peace offering. We’ll take them to a game. By the way, I’m in the starting rotation again,” he said.
“That’s great! He’d like to go to a game,” I told Steve.
“I can probably get him in the dugout too,” he added. Now that would make Josh happy.
“C’mon, let’s go home and see how long the next few hours seem until we can do this again,” I teased.
“Hell, the last three minutes already seemed like four and a half, maybe five,” Steve joked and he put his arm around me and we left to walk around the corner. My legs were wobbly from the near misses and I noticed the thick ridge in Steve’s shorts from his.
“You better get rid of that before we get there,” I said leaning against Steve and taking his arm so I didn’t fall. Whew, I was lightheaded and weak in the knees and had a pleasant but aggravating sexual buzz about me.
“I’m trying. Get out of my head and that would help,” Steve told me. I looked up at him and smiled. We rounded the corner as we walked amongst the custom homes and manicured yards. After we crossed the street to my house, Deb shouted at us. I turned and found her coming out of her house to greet us.
“Look like things...uh...,” Deb began to say but I could tell she suddenly wondered if I had informed Steve of my transg
ression.
“It’s OK, Deb. I told him. He forgave me,” I told her and then hugged Steve’s arm tighter.
“You guys just did it, didn’t you?” Deb asked and she wasn’t referring to talking to Steve. I felt like I should have been blushing but I wasn’t.
“That’s none of your business,” I said and Deb got a knowing look on her face.
“You did!” she said. I didn’t blush at that but Steve jumped in, I assumed to deny it and protect my virtue - yeah, right - but he didn’t.
“Yeah, but we didn’t finish. We’re going to go do it some more,” he told Deb. A silly smile crept across Deb’s face and then she blushed - call the local news!
“Well, um...I guess I’ll let you guys go,” she said and both Steve and I laughed.
“Bye, Deb,” I called back to her as Steve steered me towards my house. The kids were both on the sectional - yes, that sectional, the one that seemed to be the center of my sex life lately - watching TV. Audrey got up and stood with her hands on her hips while Josh pretended we weren’t even there.
“Where were you?” my daughter asked.
“Talking and...stuff,” I replied. Steve nudged me with his elbow at that and I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.
“About what?” Audrey asked curiously.
“Things,” Steve said dramatically and made Audrey giggle. I couldn’t help but ponder the fact my nylons were ripped open and I hadn’t even pulled my panties back into place. I was still aroused while I pretended everything was perfectly normal. “Hey, slugger, catch,” Steve said and as Josh turned to look, he tossed my son the signed ball. “You bring that to the game this weekend and I’ll make sure you get a lot more signatures,” Steve said.
Josh, astonishingly enough, cracked a smile. “Thanks! You mean it?” Steve assured him that he did. Mission accomplished.
“But were supposed to go to daddy’s house,” Audrey observed. That was true but Carl would have to understand, though I wasn’t looking forward to talking with him about it.
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