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Chelsea ChooChoo Xmas Flight Floozy

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Author’s Notes:

This is meant to be one of what will be a series of “one-offs” featuring the titular character Cheslea “Choo-Choo” and her slut-tacular sexual escapades. I have written this one specifically for the winter writing event since I enjoy getting out there and participating with the community. Others will follow as I have ideas of what shenanigans she could get into.

Chelsea, an eighteen-year-old college drop-out from Palletain, is coming home for Christmas. However, Chelsea hates flying. How exactly will she distract herself? And will she fall into old habits?

Thanks as always to my fantastic editor Kenjisato! Vote for him for Most Helpful Editor 2022!!!

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Chelsea Choo-Choo the Christmas Flight Floozy

“Now boarding zone three for Adrian Air Flight 672 to Palletain, please check your boarding passes to confirm your zone right next to your seat number. Thank you, zone three.”

Huffing and puffing Chelsea crouched at her waist and put her hands on her knees, as she finally found her gate. It was like the world was spinning around her as she ran full force through Isador International Airport, trying to find her connection to her hometown of Palletain.

It wasn’t like she had a short layover, Chelsea’s time management skills were just that bad. How could she have known that this airport would be a labyrinth of holiday travelers, gate numbers, stores, Christmas trees, and terminals? It was not as straight of a shot as she had thought, when she sat down at the airport bar an hour ago.

So, here it was, after leveraging her fake ID for a few shots, and a mile-long sprint through three terminals, she felt like collapsing next to the gate queue, just as they called her zone.

“Ma’am, are you on this flight?” The male gate attendant waved eagerly to her, almost hurrying her to board.

“Yes…I… Yes, I am.” She struggled with her breathy words.

“Oh great, we are ready for ya, hun.”

As the world ceased spinning, Chelsea began to see she was one of three people in Zone 3 boarding this flight. A stuffy-looking lady with a side-swept, can-I-speak-to-your-manager-type hairdo was scanning her boarding pass at the door as she scrunched her nose, pulling her wimp of a husband along behind her. She was bitching about something that a grown woman should have developed a coping mechanism for a decade ago, as they proceeded down the jetway. Mentally, Chelsea hoped that she was far away from that pair, less they smell the alcohol on her breath.

It was Chelsea’s goal to make it home for Christmas without incident. It was her first time home in a year for her, and when she had left, it was not on the best of terms. Chelsea had a… reputation, that followed her and brought a level of angst to the family. Despite their judgment of her, she did miss them, and this trip was meant to reconcile some things. The fact she just ran up to her gate after drinking under the pretense of a fake ID wasn’t exactly the best start, but she could recover from here.

Taking a deep breath, she sauntered up to the attendant and handed over her boarding pass to the aging man with the walrus mustache. She did her best to look sober, despite the less-than-graceful trip on the non-existent snag in the carpet, leading up to the scanner.

A few beeps later, she was cleared down the jetway.

“Have a wonderful flight, sweetie, Merry Christmas.” The wrinkled man handed her back her boarding pass, stealing a look down her abdomen as a halo of skin peaked out around her waist.

“Merry Christmas, handsome!” Chelsea cocked a hip to the side in an overt gesture to be cute, as she gave the attendant a two-fingered salute before stepping down the length of the passage before her.

A brief look over her shoulder confirmed he was fully drinking her in. The shots were certainly catching up with her as she enjoyed the attention.

Chelsea hated flying, hence the reason she started this trip off with a drink. The thought of rising and falling constantly, and the hell it played on her equilibrium, reigned havoc on her stomach. It was less butterflies and more like a squadron of sparrows in her gut. At the door of the plane, a smiling flight attendant directed her with graceful hands down the center aisle towards the cheap-seats.

She gave Chelsea a strange look, more than likely because her face was as white as a sheet. Her eyes were wide as she felt dizzy stumbling down the aisle towards her seat, 20B.

As she tripped along and hit each aisle chair, and occasional passenger, like a ping-pong ball, the small girl noticed how few people were on the plane. It felt like only about two dozen or so, and many of the seats were left unoccupied as she passed rows and rows of emptiness.

Bumping into the snooty bitch she saw at the gate, she received an evil glare like a snake in the bushes being stepped on. Her face became scrunched, and as Chelsea moved on, muttering could be heard about her.

“Go off,” erzincan escort Chelsea snorted all too loudly. A ‘tsk’ and a sharp head turn behind her, came from the subject of her ire.

Ahead, she saw two rather large men, one muscular and bald with tattoos along his arms, and the other fat and bald with a kind face. They were sitting on the aisle and window respectively. Glancing drunkenly at her ticket, she figured that with her luck she was right between them, and after a moment of thought, she felt it, indeed, was her luck.

As lustful thoughts ran through her head, the little devil in Chelsea’s gut started to cackle, tickling the nerves in a special place. When she came to the row with the big men and realized it was indeed her own, she didn’t hesitate, taking her seat right between them as she squeezed her small body, ass first, in front of the muscular man in the aisle seat.

A normal girl like her, cute, petite, and alone, would have grabbed one of the many empty rows to claim it for herself. No one would have told her to take her middle seat between two large and strange men, the flight attendants certainly wouldn’t care. But Chelsea took it anyway, almost like she desired it, and that was because subconsciously, she did.

The muscular man was exactly her type, someone who looked like they could manhandle her, roughly rearrange her guts, and make her cream with a mean scowl. The fat man seemed sweet and was the type to be pretty thankful for what she had to give. Both had their place in Chelsea’s sex-food pyramid.

Chelsea was a slut. A notorious slut. At the college she dropped out of rather quickly, she was known as ‘Chelsea Choo-Choo’ an apt name given for the trains run on her whenever she was given the chance. The proximity to man-meat made her shiver. Though a large part of her reputation in her home of Palletain was because of her promiscuity, she sat down in that middle seat anyway.

Snuggling in the seat, she wasn’t shy about bumping arms with the larger and older men. She noticed the greying hair of the hot muscular man’s beard. The heat coming off of them was like a drug to her.

They both were ignorant of her character, and more so annoyed that this girl didn’t have the grace to find her own row.

“Hi, sorry, Merry Christmas.” She cutely shrugged her shoulders as her flirtatious tone surprised them.

“Err, yeah, Merry Christmas.” They both muttered, trying not to check her out.

She was cute, and had that going for her, but what unsuspecting stranger would think they were getting anything out of that? Unless they were extremely arrogant. Chelsea liked the unsuspecting strangers the most. An arrogant fool would take her for granted.

“Wait… damn.” She grasped the armrests, her neighbors had surrendered so easily as she caught herself in the act. Both men looked at her peculiarly, as she voiced her thoughts out loud. How much more annoying could this girl get?

It was happening again, this was how she gets in trouble each time. She just sluts herself out whenever the chance is given. And coming home for the holidays for the first time, she wanted to come with a better impression, for her parents’ sake.

Grasping the armrests, she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but sex. Dolphins, the latest Sena Lark movie, Coastal Jazz, fun facts from her college Continental History Class, anything to keep her mind off of it.

But all that failed, as the plane began to lurch backward from the gate.

Chelsea let out an audible gasp. Both men on either side of her, looked at her and then at each other, but remained silent. As the plane taxied, her heart raced, thinking of what was about to be.

“Errrrr, ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking, seems like it’s our lucky day, we are first for takeoff here on our flight to Palletain. Weather is nice, not good beach weather nice, but good Holiday weather nice. Plus it’s a bit cold outside. We’ll hopefully arrive into Palletain in about two hours if we have a headwind, temperatures there are in the forties…”

Both men made a glance at Chelsea who wore a short, pleated skirt and a white tank top. Neither winter attire that looked warm. Chelsea’s aura couldn’t get any stranger.

“…we’ll be taking off momentarily, and get everyone home for Christmas. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for departure.”

This was it… the moment she dreaded. Chelsea white-knuckled the armrests on either side of her, as the plane turned and the engines whined. The whole aircraft lurched forward in such a violent way that Chelsea squinted her eyes and looked visibly disturbed. It was all happening, the lifting feeling as they flew into the air, her whole body tingled and felt flush as they soared.

Chelsea couldn’t take it, she needed a distraction. At that moment, she decided to give in to the inevitable.

As they ascended into the air, the men, on her right and on the left, had begun to lean away from erzurum escort her. It was either out of politeness to her personal space, or just aversion to her unusual presence. There was a mild annoyance to her being there, but it was not like either of them had moved away yet. But then again, the fasten seatbelt sign was on, so they could very well have plans to.

To her left, the man with the big shoulders and tattoos arched his back uncomfortably. She needed to work fast if she wanted any sort of distraction to come of this.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” the small girl, squeezed between two very large men, squeaked, as she smiled at the one on her left. “I don’t need much space.” She smacked her lips as she said it, looking him up and down like her next meal, as she shifted excitedly in her seat.

They didn’t look gay by any means, but the lords knew her radar for that was not finely tuned. As his eyes wandered to her, she caught him taking a peek down her tank top.

Bingo.

Chelsea knew she was validated at that point. Taking a slight peek, she didn’t see any rings on fingers, not that it had stopped her before.

The big man to her left felt a bit more at ease and straightened his back, though he still didn’t quite look normal. There was a tenseness about him, as he stole glances at the cute teen in 20B.

Looking over to her right, the chubby man there had a nervous expression, unsure if the invitation was for him as well. Chelsea felt a bit of the lift of the airplane and took a deep breath, the blood rushing to her head as she felt a light warmth and dizziness around her.

“You, too. I don’t, bite I promise.” She nudged him softly with her elbow, and a bright smile. However, a spot of turbulence wiped it off of her face, and her normally pink complexion with spots of freckles, was wiped away with a cold whiteness.

The man on the right obliged, both their shoulders squeezing her small frame in her seat.

“So do you both know each other?” Chelsea tried to break the ice as she took long, deep breaths.

“Yeah, Allen and I, here, went to school together back in the day.”

“In Palletain?”

“No, actually in Klarkstown, we just both recently moved to Palletain.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She squeaked and clenched her eyes shut as her breathing got louder and more nervous with each bump and jerk of the plane.

“Don’t like flying?” One asked her, looking concerned, as he stole a look at his friend. Both were being very polite with their girl-facing arms in their laps and allowing her access to the armrest.

“No… how can you tell?” She gulped and smiled, brushing the edges of her skirt she felt a cold draft along her legs, as the air began to flow better through the cabin.

“Sorry folks, we’ll be going through a bit of turbulence on our ascent today.” The garbled announcement over the PA by the pilot, did Chelsea little to reassure her nerves.

As the plane began to rock some more, dropping through an air pocket, Chelsea’s hands clasped the men’s arms on either side. Yanking them up, she placed them on the armrest with little resistance on their part, placing her arms atop and intertwining her fingers with each.

“Sorry… I hope you don’t mind.” She used her big, adorable eyes to plead with them as she tightened the grip of petite fingers. Both men looked chuffed to be of service, nodding and smiling their assurances to her that nothing bad was going to happen.

Chelsea loved the protecting nature of men, nothing turned her on more than that masculine need to look out for the cute, tiny female. Shifting in her seat, she took a sigh of relief as they rode the waves of turbulence upwards. Resting against either of their arms, she didn’t hold back her willingness to nuzzle against them, her small breasts grazing their forearms through her thin tank top.

“Thanks, boys… you don’t know how much this means to me.” She squeezed their hands softly and caressed their thumbs with her own. She milked it for all she could.

“I’m Chelsea by the way,” she said, as she laid her dirty-blonde head against the muscular forearm of the man on her left.

“Gregg,” he responded with a crack, a bit taken aback by her unabashed friendliness.

“And I’m Allen,” the other said, Chelsea rubbing his arm up and down in a massaging motion.

“Do you fly a lot?” Gregg asked, looking down at the girl’s dimpled face, as she laid her cheek on his bicep.

“I try not to.” She giggled before a sudden drop of the plane and the whine of the engine caused her to squeak.

“What brings you on this one?” Albert laughed, as he patted her arm and rubbed it from her hand to her elbow in an attempt to distract her.

Chelsea smiled, it seemed the feeling was mutual.

“Uh, going home, to see my parents for Christmas.” She clenched their hands as the overhead bins rattled.

“Holiday break from college?” Gregg looked around the plane, wondering if anyone could see them intimately esat escort holding hands with this girl.

“Heh… no, can’t say I am doing that well, I dropped out.” Chelsea reflected on her life as a vagabond as of late, living off whatever whim or fancy she had from place to place. She hadn’t told her parents about leaving college; eventually, on this visit home, they would find out, but that was a problem for another day.

For right then, this was the life she wanted, and the one she enjoyed, going from place to place and living ‘off the land’. Little trysts like these she was about to engage in were just the highlight.

“So, what do you do?” Allen sat forward, looking the girl up and down curiously, wondering what she was about.

Chelsea smiled at him, a suggestiveness to her expression, as he asked such an open-ended question. “A little bit of everything.” She squirmed cutely in her seat.

“Oh? That’s vague…”

“Curious?” She whipped her head to Gregg, her hair brushing his arm as she smiled up at the much larger man, her neck arched to look him eye to eye.

“Now I am.” He leaned forward to look at her. The middle-seat girl sat back, with curious men on either side of her.

“Well.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Last thing I did was a mall Santa’s elf.”

“Oh?”

“Ho-ho.”

“Yes, That’s right.” She giggled as they teased her.

“Did you wear the ears?” Allen felt brave enough to pluck at the top of Chelsea’s ear, who in turn flirtatiously scowled at him.

“Oh, I look super cute in pointy ears.”

“I can’t picture it.” Gregg seemed to egg her on.

“Yeah, I don’t quite believe it.” Allen joined in his skepticism.

Chelsea giggled some more, freeing one of her hands to take out her phone from her bag. Playfully, she held the phone close as if she had something naughty to hide in her photo gallery, her eyes peering over her phone case at the curious men to tease them.

A jolt of turbulence caused her to lose the grip on her phone, the unlocked zPhone falling into Allen’s lap.

“Oh, let’s see.” He picked it up slowly, giving her ample opportunity to grab it back if she didn’t want him to see.

Chelsea made little effort to retrieve it. “Noooo, give it back.” She feigned embarrassment as she held her hands against her blushing cheeks.

“Let’s seeeee.” Allen took a look at the picture she had up. It was a group photo of several elf girls and Santa in the mall, Chelsea sticking out by far. He turned the photo to Gregg and nodded, impressed.

“You do make a cute elf.” Gregg agreed, as he looked at the dramatic pose Chelsea made in the photo, clinging to the lucky mall Santa. The other girls were not even half as alluring.

“Let’s see what else.” Allen looked to Chelsea to see if she would object before swiping to the next photo. Chelsea simply bit her lip, holding on to Gregg’s arm as the plane still rocked.

Magically, the horrible sensation of flight was in the back of her mind.

After a few more photos with Santa, some of which Chelsea stood, VERY, provocatively with Father Christmas, Gregg laughed.

“I bet Santa appreciated his little helper.” Gregg’s teasing became a little more forward.

Chelsea smiled. He had no idea how far towards the top of the Naughty List she was.

As Allen joined in the teasing, Chelsea reflected on how the older men needed little encouragement to get flirty with her. Although Chelsea usually enjoyed a good chase, the nerves of being on this rocky plane made her appreciate how easy this was coming.

“Let’s see what else?” Allen looked at her, again seeking approval, but not moving ’til he heard something definite.

“You have the phone.” Chelsea scooted up in her chair and scrunched her nose, as she acted embarrassed and nodded.

Another swipe and a different kind of picture was on the screen. This time, Chelsea was in front of a changing-room mirror with her elf costume, her green skirt with red trim riding a little high as her asscheeks peeked out below.

“Oh my god,” Allen blurted out, his eyes wide. Gregg nearly leaned across Chelsea to get a look. Both men lost their senses for a moment, as they lapped up the imagery. Allen quickly handed the phone back to Chelsea, a touch embarrassed.

Chelsea took the phone, admiring how nice her ass looked for a second before tucking the screen close to her chest and blushing.

“Sorry.” Allen held his hands up apologetically.

“It’s okay.” Chelsea laughed at the situation. “I have worse that you didn’t see.” She gave him a flirtatious glare.

Allen was still red, and Gregg was coughing, a bit stunned at how flirty the girl was getting. Chelsea sensed she may need to slow her approach, though she was yearning to get this going; each time the plane shook, she held on to Gregg’s hand harder.

“Deep breaths,” Gregg told her, as he patted her hand.

Chelsea wondered if he would be saying that to her in another context soon. She looked at his crotch and hoped he packed as much as she thought he did.

Arching her head up, she looked around the plane. Their row was isolated from the sparse pockets of other passengers. The snuffy lady from earlier and her husband, a half dozen rows up, were the nearest people.

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I awoke the next morning my mind was a little foggy and I realized I was naked before I realized where I was. I quickly went through the events of the night before and realized I was at Helen’s house. I quickly glanced to my left and Helen was still sleeping. We had not worked our way under the covers at all through the night. It was a comfortable temperature so apparently neither one of us felt the need to get under them to keep warm.

I looked at her as she lay there on her side facing me. One of the straps to her nightie was off. My eyes drifted to her cleavage. I noticed the clock behind her. It read 8:15 AM. I know it was early for her. She usually slept later in the morning. She suddenly rolled over onto her back. When she did, the other strap on her nightie slid down causing her breasts to bounce clear of the nightgown. I placed a finger on her nipple.

I started to rub her nipple making circular motions. I was marveling at them. She was in her 60’s and a little overweight but they were fairly firm and the nipples were still able to perk up perfectly. I leaned in close and swiped my tongue over the soft tip, running it back and forth. It began to harden under the moist touch of my tongue. Her head was facing away and she didn’t move. Her chest rose and fell in a smooth motion. I wondered, if she woke up, would she feel any different? Was it the wine last night that caused her to do what she did? I didn’t really care at this point. So, I opened my mouth further and took the as much tit as I could get into my mouth, sucking softly. I wasn’t able to get the whole thing in my mouth. Only the nipple area could fit. Still, Helen didn’t move.

I laughed quietly wondering how I could do that and not wake her up. She was a sound sleeper. I sat up looking at her. She lay flat on her back now. Each breast was sagging off her chest because they were so big. I suddenly realized I had to go to the bathroom so I got off the bed and relieved myself. I was surprised I didn’t have any headache whatsoever. I walked back into the room expecting Helen to have woken up but she was still sleeping. She hadn’t moved. I crawled back onto the bottom of the bed slowly pushing her legs apart as gently as I could. I positioned myself so my face was close to her pussy.

I probed her… with my fingers parting the lips enough so I could slide my tongue along the inside of the soft pink skin. I flicked my tongue along her lips. I slid a little closer and her legs spread out a little more giving me more access. My fingers parted the lips even further so I could thrust my tongue inside. She began to stir and her legs spread even further. I replaced my tongue with a finger and slowly glided it inside her.

“What?” she whispered stretching her arms.

“Good morning,” I said as I thrust my finger in and out.

“Ahh….I like waking up this way,” she whispered widening the legs even further.

“I thought you might.”

I withdrew my finger and replaced it with my mouth. My nose brushing against her soft hair as my mouth sucked on the lips. I nibbled and licked and sucked. The area grew wetter and wetter as her excitement picked up. My fingers and tongue began alternating licking and thrusting. Her hips started to gyrate with the motion and her moans grew louder.

My eyes drifted up and noticed her hands had moved to her chest squeezing the flesh of her tits. My body pressed down onto the bed harder as my own excitement grew. I picked up the pace and my tongue worked feverishly over the lips.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned as her hand pressed into the back of my hair pushing my head into her. My lips ground down. Her body tensed and her back arched. The orgasm came in waves as she bucked, tightened, bucked again and shook.

“My god,” she hissed. “That’s the third time since last night. Wow!”

“You liked that didn’t you?” I asked as I sat up.

“Yeah, couldn’t you tell?” she answered sitting up, breasts hanging out of the nightie. “Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“Really?”

“No,” she laughed as her hand took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times. “Time to repay the favor.”

“That’d be nice,” I replied as I knelt on the bed. Helen leaned forward as her hand continued pumping my shaft. She stuck her tongue out and ran it along the head. Her tongue swiftly moved over the rock hard muscle.

“I have done this before,” she said. “But not for a long time.” I looked down as her mouth enveloped me. The warm, moistness of her mouth felt great as she slowly slid it all the way down to my sack. Wow. Like I said, I’m not huge but I’m not small either and for her to go all the way was impressive. Her lips slid up until it reached the head, then they slid back down.

“Ahhh…,” I whispered.

Her hand cupped my sack as her mouth slid all the way down again. This was good head. She moved her hand to the shaft and worked it while her mouth moved in rhythm up and down and back again.

I was enjoying this immensely when I glanced in the mirror. The whole scene unfolded in the reflection. I was on my knees on Beylikdüzü Ukraynalı Escort Helen’s bed. She was on her knees, her head going to town on my crank as her hand stroked to the rhythm of her mouth. Her tits hung down out of her clothes almost touching the bed and jiggling to the movement of her head. It was all too much.

“Ugghgh,” I moaned to let her know what I was getting close. She didn’t seem bothered at all and stayed glued to my shaft working it like a pro. I let loose a wicked stream. I could feel the release all the way down to my legs. She didn’t flinch. She took it all in and continued the movement draining every last drop I had. It was awesome.

When it became clear there wasn’t anything left, she pulled off and looked up at me with a grin.

“You liked that,” she said. “Rachel doesn’t do much of that?”

“No she doesn’t like it too much. She doesn’t like it when I do it to her either.”

“Really? She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

“I try to tell her that all the time,” I replied as I moved off the bed.

“Well, you can do that to me anytime you want.”

“I will take you up on that as long as you return the favor.” “No problem with that,” she giggled. “But…I don’t think we should go any further than what we’ve done.”

“I was kind of thinking the same thing,” I answered. “We don’t want to go overboard.”

“You’re not kidding,” she answered as she pulled up the nightgown to cover herself. “I think I’m going to jump in the shower. What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know. You want to go to breakfast?”

“Sure. There is a great place about twenty minutes from here. It has pretty good food.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“Oh, I did want to ask you something,” she said from the bathroom. A friend of mine is having a small dinner party tonight. Her and her partner just legalized their marriage and are having a dinner party. Do you want to go?”

“They’re gay?”

“Yup. You’ve met them before. Joyce and Marlene,” she replied as she got into the shower.

“Oh yeah. At the fourth of July a few years ago?” I said. “Yeah,” she answered.

“One is older and one is younger. One of them is someone’s daughter, isn’t she?”.

“Ellen. You remember Ellen”?

“Uhmmm….Rachel refers to her as aunt. Doesn’t she?” “Yeah. She’s married to Frank. We had the party at their clubhouse.”

“Yeah. I remember her. She’s the one with the big…,” I didn’t finish the statement as I stepped into the shower with her. She didn’t flinch at all with me in the shower. She just handed me the soap.

“With the what? The big boobs?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re right. They are huge. Probably the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, yours are pretty big too,” I replied rubbing the soap all over her back.

“Your sweet,” she giggled. “But those are bigger than mine. A lot bigger.”

“Sounds like you’ve seen them,” I smiled. “Well…I have.”

“You’re going to have to tell me this story,” I replied.

The day was uneventful. We went to breakfast and ended up doing some shopping. Helen wanted to buy a new dress for dinner party this evening. . I wandered the mall while she shopped. I spoke to my wife and I told her everything was going fine. I didn’t mention anything about the events of the past day. It felt too weird.

I was intrigued by what Helen had told me about Ellen. She was certainly right, Ellen has humungous breasts. I had met her only two times over the years and I remember the first time. She walked into Helen’s house with her husband Frank, who had since passed. The first thing you notice is those things. Simply put, they are huge. She is older than Helen by at least five years but doesn’t look it. I remember questioning my wife when she told me how old she was. I couldn’t believe it. First of all, women who have breasts that big, are usually overweight. Ellen is thin and she dressed like she was in her forties and flaunting her body. She had a nice-looking ass and wasn’t ugly except for the glass she wore. They were “coke-bottle” eye glasses that didn’t fit her body. If I didn’t know she was close to seventy years old, I would say she looks no older than fifty.

I knew Ellen was having a very difficult time with the passing of her husband. My wife had told me she was in all kinds of counseling and crap. As I thought of this, it dawned on me that it might be Ellen who gave the tape and the idea of resolving issues through sex, to Helen. I made a mental note to ask her on the way home.

I met Helen in the food court and we had a small snack to tide us over until the dinner party. On the ride home, I asked her about the Ellen comment and told her it was too intriguing to wait until later this evening to hear. She tried to change the subject but I kept at it until she broke and started to tell me the story. “Well, you know Ellen lost Frank about a year and a half ago,”

I nodded.

“She had a very hard time with it as most women her age would after being married for forty years. Well, Beylikdüzü Üniversiteli Escort as you can see Ellen doesn’t look her age and she has never acted her age. She was rather… liberal with her sex life.” “What does that mean?”

“She liked her sex. She liked it a lot. Frank was the first man I ever heard of actually complaining about his wife always wanting sex. I guess it’s why she looked so young.”

“Did she cheat on him”?

“Oh no. She was loyal and she loved him a great deal. She just always wanted sex from him and as he got older he couldn’t keep up. So, when Frank passed, she lost that partner and didn’t know what to do. She lost the love of her life and her source of sex. You would think after a good amount of time, she would start to look for someone to be with.”

“Makes sense,” I said.

“Yes. Except for the fact that she is sixty-nine years old. She didn’t look it but she still was close to seventy and when she tried to date someone they were scared off by her age. There were plenty of men who were attracted to her. Heck…she is attractive for any woman let alone someone who is that age.”

“I’m sure there were men out there for her,” I said.

“Yes. But younger men who could keep up with her didn’t want anything to do with a woman who is sixty-nine and the older men who did, couldn’t keep up with her. So, things were pretty hard for her.”

I nodded as we got and left the mall. We headed back to the car. The air was starting to turn cold as we drove home. We continued our conversation about Ellen on the way home. Apparently, she had tried several blind dates but nothing worked out. I thought about asking Helen if she wanted to have Ellen join in on our getting to know each other but I wasn’t sure how she would take it. I know I would fuck the shit out of Ellen simply because her tits are so freaking huge.

We got home and she spent the next hour or so getting ready for the party. When she got out of the bathroom, I decided I would take a shower as well. I got out of the shower and opened the door to her bedroom. She was finishing up in the mirror and turned to look at me.

“What do you think”? she asked holding her arms out clearly referring to her dress. She looked nice. The dress was a grey and yellow striped dress that hugged her body but kept the shape looking pretty good. The dress v-necked at chest level and tightened around her breasts to make them look huge. It came down to just below the knees and she wore a pair of high heels. She looked pretty damn good. She certainly didn’t look sixty-five years old wearing this dress.

“I think you look good,” I answered. “I like the dress.” “You’re just being nice.”

“No. I’m not. I think you look pretty god right now,” I replied thinking I would never in my wildest dreams think I would be saying that about my mother-in-law let alone saying it to her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Now, can I get dressed”?

“Sure. Can I watch”?

“Nope. I didn’t get to watch you so you can’t watch me.”

“That’s not fair, ” she laughed.

“Tough,” I said.

I finished getting ready and we left for the party. I drove and she provided directions for me. We pulled in and I suddenly realized, I didn’t really want to be here but it was too late to back out now. We walked into the house and we did the obligatory greetings and all of the other bullshit. Helen ushered Ellen out from the kitchen to say hello to me.

I was still taken a back by how she looked. Here she was. Almost seventy and she looked like she was a forty-five year old woman who I wanted to get into bed with. She looked more than good. I would say, she looked hot. I couldn’t believe guys would basically turn her down because she was older. I wouldn’t care what she looked like naked. It couldn’t be that bad seeing how she looked now.

She was wearing a pair of white leggings that clung to her legs. You couldn’t see her ass though. She had a blouse that stretched down below her waist held in place by a belt. . The blouse was loose everywhere except her chest. The material strained to get over those monsters, the buttons stretching almost to their limit.

“Kyle,” she said. “How are you doing”?

“I’m good. How are you”?

“I’m doing better. How is your weekend going,” she asked turning to Helen and smirking. Helen glanced at me and hurried into the other room.

“It’s pretty good so far,” I answered realizing she knew about the weekend. She had to be the one who gave Helen the tape. She had to be. I decided to play it up. “It’s actually going really well, I’d even go so far as saying it’s been eye opening.”

“I bet it is,” Ellen smiled.”Excuse me. I have to go see where Helen went,” she said walking into the kitchen.

I made my way around the house saying hello to everybody. Most of them I had no idea who they were and they had no idea who I was. Joyce and Marlene were very pleasant to me and it was going pretty good until I noticed Laney standing next to Helen. My mood suddenly dampened. Beylikdüzü Vip Escort

Laney Mayes was not related to my wife but she was referred to as “the other daughter”. She was a friend of Helen’s and a couple of years older than my wife. She became friendly with Helen through work and lived fairly close to them. She was simply a bitch. She was tall, a few inches shorter than me, with shoulder length blond hair. She wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was fairly good-looking and had a pretty big rack but what a bitch. Rachel and her never got along. Her husband was a midget. I don’t mean an actual midget but he was short and fat. Rachel’s sister, Lizzie, once told her Laney was jealous of her because I was tall. I don’t know if that was true or not but it did make sense.

“Hello Kyle. How are you”? Laney asked.

“I’m doing good,” I answered trying to keep the conversation at a minimum.

“How is Rachel”?

“She is good.”

“That’s good. Has she grown up yet?” she laughed. I wasn’t sure if she was referring to Rachel’s height or maturity level.

“Well, she is almost as grown up as you are and..”

“Okay,” Helen said. “Kyle, why don’t we go and get something to eat and drink in the kitchen.”

I nodded in agreement doing the best to keep my mouth shut as we went into the kitchen. I popped open a beer and got some food.

“How do you think Ellen looks,” she asked

“She looks okay to me,” I answered.

“I don’t know. She said she has to go home early. You think we could….”

“We could what?”

“I don’t know…nevermind,” she said walking back into the living room.

I just shrugged and figured I wouldn’t pry. The rest of the night passed quietly. The food was pretty good and I had a few beers before it was time to leave. Helen, who had put away a few glasses of wine, was eager to get home so we left pretty early in the evening. Ellen had left a while before we did.

On the way home, it began to snow. The forecast called for snow but not too bad. I grew up in a place where it snowed quite often. There was a smell to the air when a big snowstorm was coming and that smell was in the air tonight. I was pretty sure there was going to be good amount of snow on the ground come morning time.

The ride home was uneventful and we made it home pretty quick. I wasn’t quite at the point where I was buzzed or drunk but a few more beers might get me there. Helen did seem tipsy as we made our way into the house.

She went right to the fridge and poured some wine and handed me a beer. I suddenly got the feeling she was trying to get me drunk. I don’t know why but I was getting the feeling something was up but I decided to let it slide and see where the night led.

I glanced at the clock and it was just after 9. Helen and I sat on “the cave”. I had started a fire because it was getting cold and the snow was starting to pick up in frequency. The storm certainly wasn’t a brief one.

“Looks like it’s starting to accumulate out there,” I said.

“Great. We weren’t supposed to get a big storm,” Helen replied.

“Well, looks like they were wrong again,” I laughed as I sat down on the “cave”.

“So, you started to tell me earlier about how you got a glimpse of Ellen.”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “I forgot about that.”

“I didn’t,” I grinned.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” she sighed. Her face suddenly got red. “Well, remember when I said Carl couldn’t function properly?”

I nodded.

“The doctors tried to treat him with different pills but nothing worked. Ellen suggested we do something erotic to try and get him going. I tried wearing lingerie, role-playing, and even watching porn. Nothing worked. Well, I thought maybe it was me.”

“I doubt that,” I said.

“Maybe, but I had to find out. So I talked with Ellen about it and we came up with the idea of having Carl and her trying to have a….hook-up. Ellen was game for it.” “How about Carl”? I asked.

“He was hesitant at first but when I expressed to him it was genuine and that I had to know if it was me, he agreed.”

“You didn’t mind Carl being with another woman”?

“No. In fact….it was kind of ….. a turn-on.”

“So you set it up and…”

“Ellen and I set the night up. I was going to leave and go visit Lizzie. Carl went to Ellen’s. The night went smooth and Ellen and Carl tried to have an intimate night.”

“She told you about it”?

“Not exactly,” she answered. “I didn’t go to visit Lizzie. I stayed home.”

“Carl didn’t mind that?”

“He didn’t actually know. I stayed hidden at her house.”

“You didn’t trust them”?

“Not exactly. I….I…wanted to…watch”.

“Whoa….I didn’t see that coming,” I responded.

“I wanted to watch. I thought it would be…exciting.”

“How did it go”? I asked surprised and strangely turned on. “It was going good. Ellen has quite the body and those boobs are definitely real. But, Carl couldn’t….perform.”

“So it wasn’t you. I didn’t think it would be.”

“Why do you say that?” she said standing to stretch and then sitting down again.

“Because, you’re….appealing,” I said smiling as I stood and sat down next to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and started to rub the muscles of her upper back. Her body relaxed, her head leaning back a little. My hands worked her shoulders, kneading the muscles and working the tension out.

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