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All so innocent. Such a beginning. Carla knew that was the right words. Innocent.

Carla crossed her legs as she shook out her full mane of light reddish hair. Her mane her husband Ted had branded it years ago. Thick beautiful hair that she wore long and full growing up. It had attracted her husband even when they were in high school in that brief wild sexual fling that summer after graduation. He practically worshiped that mane, loving to have her completely naked out at the lake house his parents owned.

But life interrupted. College away for him; locally for her. Phone conversations often at first, then less and less; other boys had come around and that college graduate assistant and his hands and that night after the party where he made love to her all night long. And then her best friend had set her up with the guy in their math class and he was attentive and loving and she thought she’d marry him.

But Ted came back and they went back to the cabin and she was naked again on that lovely deck and he stroked her hair.

Was it really 35 years ago that they married, her only 20, he just turned 21? Two children, a great house, a good life, no regrets. Oh, she had discovered years ago that maybe Ted didn’t quite have the same sex drive she did, but she knew how to sublimate. Parties, kid raising, events, charities and after the kids grew up, the job offer. Just some light bookkeeping work. Four days a week but she liked the work and she got better and better at it. How did she end up working directly for the CFO? And why did he tease her all the time about her ‘mane’ of hair?

It was innocent, she insisted to herself. After all, he was barely 35; she’d been married that long! But it was kind of sweet too, how he insisted that she should wear clothes that set off her hair and it had been innocent that he suggested that her figure was perfect for shorter skirts, even at her age! And the cute comment that day about her cleavage, well, it had been an accident that she had left that button undone. Hadn’t it?

Carla shook her head. All so innocent. But today? She had come into his office, several forms, a critical short-fall in the regional office. Leaning over his desk, pointing to the figures, his face slightly turned upward toward her, her breast brushed the back of his shoulder, muscular shoulder. As she left, he said it.

Didn’t he?

“Carla, light blue really is your color.”

He said that right? Only her blouse was white, her skirt, maybe a tad shorter that should be..brown. Light blue?

She sat at her desk puzzled and she reached down for the folder lying on the low coffee table in her office. Looking down. Light blue. Her bra was light blue.

Innocent really. He might have been talking about a good color on her; yes, she did look good in light blue. When had she worn light blue in the office? She racked her brain. Light blue. Her bra, frilly, lacey bra, more underwire holding up her slightly sagging breasts, but very thin, her nipples always pressing against the fabric.

It was innocent. Surely.

Two hours later he walked by her desk. God, he was good looking, she thought. Barely 35, in the CFO job less than six months. Two weeks Şerifali Escort after he got there he moved the young woman out and replaced her with Carla. Experienced, he said. Knows her way around the company. Perfect for his right arm. Big raise.

“Carla,” he said to her that Friday, only weeks ago, “You are absolutely valuable to me, but don’t dress like an old lady!”

What did that mean? She’s 55, damn it; what did he think she was, one of these young women who are always thinking of excuses to see Mike.

Mike, he insisted. Yes he was Mr. Williams to everybody else; only for her, he insisted “Mike”. Innocent

“What….” she had begun that Friday, “What do you think I should wear?”

“Oh something sexier; something that shows off that body more,” he laughed, and then quickly, almost too quickly, “Just kidding.”

Then as he left that day, “But seriously, Carla, less old lady; you look wonderful, show it!”

She had gone to the department store that weekend. Went through her traditional section, the girl waiting on her seemed bored. She moved over a section. Still business attire but….. the silk blouse between her fingers, “You’ll need a soft bra, something lacey, light to wear with that,” the girl perked up. Then a skirt, a little short but her legs did look good in it. Her dimunitive 5’2″ frame but strong legs, maybe her butt seemed a bit frumpy in it. “Thong” the girl said smiling at her.

Two then three outfits later she took them home and tried them again. No, no, she thought, too…..

And then Monday she wore a traditional outfit. Mike said nothing but.

He looked disappointed. She really didn’t want him to be disappointed.

She tried on the new outfit that evening. Ted walked in and looked at her for a second. Maybe a second look, a comment, ‘not appropriate’ or ‘sexy’ or ‘where did you get that?” Nothing. Nothing from Ted.

So she wore the new outfit. A couple of the girls turned and looked at her; she felt her cheeks flush. Mike came in. Said nothing. Well, not true, “Curtain contract, Carla; where is it?” All work.

The next day back to the careful outfit. Mike walks past her desk. He stops and turns. “What happened?” he says. She shakes her head not sure of what he is saying.

“The new look, what happened; where’d it go?” She couldn’t speak.

The next day the second new outfit. Again, the looks from the girls, one even said, “God, that’s really nice”. But nothing from Mike until the end of the day. She brought him the contracts; signing rapidly, he glances at her and pauses. Really only pauses, nothing inappropriate and yet, she felt the blush move through her body even a little heat, maybe a little moisture too.

And so, the new comment. Light blue. She flushed again, she felt the wetness again. “My lord, girl, what is wrong with you?” she said under her breath. He’s 35, single, dating that sexy girl in the photo on his desk; she looks like she could fuck him all night long, wrapping her legs around his strong back as he takes his cock and pushes it in her wet pussy, roughly, wildly.

“What the f……” Carla shook her head.

Light blue. Yeah, all so………….. innocent.

The İstanbul Escort day was long, Carla had to go to the headquarters building twice that day; walking across the sundrenched plaza. Her heels, four inches, light, toes wiggling free without hose on the warm spring day, her skirt swaying around her hips, the little string between her cheeks, feeling kind of sexy, little beads of sweat sliding down her blouse, into her cleavage, undo just a button, get a little air there. Better.

Back in the office, everyone leaving for the day, got to get the changes to Mike. Hurrying into his office rounding the corner, he coming out at the same time. Bumping into him at full speed, his hands come up probably to grab her shoulders so he doesn’t knock her over, only they don’t get that far.

Her breasts, his big hands slam together. The air explodes out of her chest, he holds harder, her breasts grasped tightly as she starts backward on her heels, her foot sliding out of one, turning slightly she falls back, hitting the side of the office door, he falls forward too, his hands still firmly wrapped around her breasts he falls heavily against her body. Woof, he exhales and they tumble together to the floor, her legs opening around him, her butt hitting the carpeted floor, he follows her to the floor, his crotch, his package slams down hard there. There. Right there on top of her mound.

Moments pass. Neither of them moves for seconds. Ten? Twenty? “Mike?” she says, her voice shaking.

He looks into her eyes, his face literally in front of hers. “My…um, your hands…..?” she whispers.

“Oh God,” he says and rolls away from her, but as he does, his hands. Well they don’t leave her breasts for another 5-10 seconds and as they do. His thumbs, do they, scrape hard across her nipples, roughly? And does his…..god, his cock, is it hard against her, does she feel him push against her mound as he struggles up, she looks down, his cock is thicker, harder in his dress slacks.

So innocent.

“So sorry,” he mutters as he moves away, she hands him the papers. His eyes, yes, they are looking down. She struggles up; his hands have opened her blouse, the buttons torn free to her navel, her breasts in the light blue bra are exposed, her nipples rock hard, extended from the roughness of his hands. Her nipples burning with excitement from the roughness of his thumbs scrapping them.

She pulls the blouse together but his eyes are looking at her, she realizes at her waist. Her skirt, up, up oh so high, her little matching blue thong exposed, pressed up hard against her, maybe pushed in as well, inside her?

She struggles out of the office, pulling herself together; she glances back, he is looking at her.

So innocent? No, his eyes are flashing with desire, hunger.

That night in the shower. Alone she inspects her breasts, bruised, a handprint clearly on her right breast. Her nipples still erect. Her pussy. Pussy. She never uses that word. Pussy. Her hands slide down, opening her, “Mike,” she whispers as she rakes a nail across her clit, ‘ohhhhh myyyyyy’ she groans as she slides down the shower wall, her fingers moving faster, ‘oh Mike!” she moans as she Ümraniye Escort comes quickly, masturbating wildly. Masturbating. Her? A middle aged wife? Masturbating to the image of her boss taking her on that office floor, roughly tearing her clothes off, ‘fuck me, Mike’ she growls as she arches her back, coming hard the water streaming over her body.

The next day she dresses conservatively. Plain gray dress, buttoned up high, down to her mid-calf. Only. Only she wears a new light pink bra and pink tiny thong, having shaved herself clean last night. My god, what am I doing? She thought. After all, it was so……….. innocent.

Mike was kind, even brought her a new cup for her desk, for her tea, bright, almost cute. “About yesterday…..” he began. She shook her head, “My fault; clumsy of me” “No,” he said quietly standing now next to his desk, she just the other side of the desk, “No, I…I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you…….. there.” he said.

“Hurt,” she stammered for a second, “No, I. It just, you mean… um, where?”

He nodded at her breasts, “They are ok, yes?”

She blushed deeply and couldn’t quite look at him.

“No really, Carla, did I hurt you there?” he said as he stepped a step around the side of the desk. Oh, danger, she thought, too close, don’t come too close she thought.

“No, really, it’s, they, well,” she whispered looking up at him for a just a second.

And in that second, was it innocence looking back at her? No, it wasn’t. It was lust, or hunger or even animal looking at her, just for a second and then ‘so innocent’ came back. But in that instant, god in that instant, Carla felt her pussy spasm, her moisture literally push against her little mound, soaking the little covering.

“They are fine, a little bruised,” she said quietly now looking into his eyes. There! She saw it again, the flash, heat, lust, hunger. He took another step forward now less than two feet from her, his hands reached out for the dress. He took the top button and twisted it and it came free, and then a second.

“Mike?” she said quietly but he didn’t stop, each button coming free one after another until he pushed his hands inside and up over her shoulders. The dress went back and cascaded down her, falling to the floor. She was standing next to his desk, her dress on the floor, in her pink sheer bra and tiny little string, swaying on her heels.

He reached down and grabbed the front closure on her little bra, “Mike?” she whispered. They were standing next to his desk, in a busy office, door open to her outer office, her door open beyond it as she felt her bra open, her breasts come free, “Mike?” she whispered as he reached around her and pushed the door closed and he bent down and kissed her hard, his hands, big hands, now enveloping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples.

So innocent, she thought as she felt a hand move down her bare stomach and grab the little panty and pull, ‘rippppp’ it went as she let out a little squeal realizing in that split instant that she was naked in her boss’ office! She pushed against him and he stepped back. She stared at him for a second and then reached for her dress and pulled it back up over her body, his eyes dancing over her body as she buttoned it over her nakedness. She turned and just before she left the office, her bra on the floor still, her torn panties in his hands, she smiled and said, “Later”

Because no longer.

So innocent.

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Troy, New York in 1975, where Jimmy, the nerd captain of the school’s chess team, discovers women at the ripe old age of 18.

***

“Come on in Jimmy,” Mrs. Biondi said, stepping aside after I had knocked on the door, and as soon as I walked in the modest rural home I knew that this was going to be a great day.

Mrs. Biondi was Becky’s mother, and while Becky was supposed to be the reason I kept showing up at 2:45 every afternoon, the only reason I was there was to spend time with Mrs. Biondi, who was a goddess in my eyes.

Becky was Mrs. Biondi’s youngest child, and although she was only 14 she had shown an incredible talent for chess. She was in 9th grade and wasn’t even in high school yet, but was so good that the school let her play with the high school team.

Since I was the captain of the team I had taken an interest in young Becky, because not only was she an asset to our team but she would be a major contributor to our school’s team in the future.

Bullshit aside, while I did enjoy playing chess, and did want our school to do well then and in the future, my interests were not about Becky or chess but in her mother.

Even today, I would find it hard to explain to someone why I became infatuated by the twice divorced mother of four, the youngest of which was Becky, a very timid kid who seemed to be good at nothing except chess.

Mrs. Biondi wasn’t beautiful, although to me she was. She was an amazon of sorts, standing about 5’9″ or so, and while she wasn’t lean and trim by any standards, she was in good shape for a woman around 50.

Mrs. Biondi had a body that was peculiar, to say the least. She was built almost like a caricature, with a small butt – certainly compared to the rest of her – and legs that weren’t bad at all.

Above the waist was a whole different story. Her arms were a little plump but solid, and I could never really tell if she had a thick waist or not, but there was a good reason for that, and it wasn’t all because she wore loose fitting tops.

Her breasts. You couldn’t help but notice them, because they were huge. Even though she did everything possible to camouflage them you couldn’t help but see that those boobs were gigantic, and all fall and winter I had made a point of staring at them every chance I got.

I had gotten an inkling of how big they were one day when I had used the bathroom, and there hanging on the curtain rod of the shower was Mrs. Biondi’s bra. It didn’t have her name on it but it sure wasn’t Becky’s. I locked the door and took it off of the rod where it was drying and examined it like it was some sort of national treasure.

It was a long-line bra with five hooks, more on the side that the middle of the back, and after I played with the cavernous cups I checked the back for the size tag. Unfortunately, the tag was unreadable because the harness was old, so I was left to use my imagination.

Becky must have thought I got lost, because I was in the bathroom for a long time. I did everything possible to the bra, even hanging it on a hook and pretending I was standing in front of Mrs. Biondi and squeezing the empty cups.

In the end, I had an erection that wouldn’t go away, and so I dropped my pants and jerked off, pulling on my long, skinny prong for about ten seconds before popping a load into the toilet and the surrounding area. I felt like a pervert while cleaning up the mess of course, but it was worth it.

On that day in spring, I knew it was going to be a special one after Mrs. Biondi had let me in. I was in heaven because she was wearing a blouse that, while not revealing, was certainly more form fitting than the usual flannel tops and sweatshirts she had worn during the colder months.

Just another reason to be happy that the weather was getting warmer, I thought as I engaged in idle chit-chat with Becky’s mother, all the while trying not to stare at those incredible breasts that stuck out so far.

Additionally, the white and pink blouse had short sleeves that were a little baggy, so I kept hoping for a chance to peek into the armhole and see her breasts from the side encased in that magnificent harness. That’s how desperate I was to get a glimpse of any part of Mrs. Biondi.

She had gotten used to me being underfoot for the hour or so until Becky’s bus dropped her off every weekday, and she probably thought I was harmless because I was such a nerd. I hoped she didn’t think I was interested in Becky because I surely wasn’t. 18 year old guys dating 14 year old girls would get you laughed out of school, and I was already the butt of too many jokes because I was the classic skinny nerd.

I could see the outline of the straps of Mrs. Biondi’s bra through the fabric of the blouse, and when she started to take things out of the cupboard to get dinner ready I casually slid over to watch.

She had nice arms, I noticed, a little plump but nicely shaped, and when she reached up to get something I walked over to offer my assistance.

“I thought I had more İstanbul Escort bread crumbs up there,” Mrs. Biondi said as she moved things around on the top shelf, and even though at best we were the same height I offered to help look, my eyes fixed on the hanging sleeve and her upraised arm.

I never got to see her breasts from the side that day although I got to see plenty, because when I looked down her sleeve I learned that Mrs. Biondi didn’t shave her armpits. This was 1975, and there were a couple of girls who thought they were hippies and had hair under their arms, but nothing like this.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring down Mrs. Biondi’s sleeve while I was supposed to be looking for bread crumbs, but it was long enough for her to clear her throat, the sound of which broke me out of my trance.

I was busted, and the only saving grace was that I did find a container of bread crumbs hidden in the back of the top shelf. I suspect that my face was every bit as red as it felt, although Mrs. Biondi seemed more amused than upset.

Becky finally showed up and that got me away from Mrs. Biondi but it didn’t get that image out of my mind, because Becky kicked my ass every game until her dinner time. Mrs. Biondi asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner, like she often did, but I declined because I had other issues.

I took off through the little patch of woods that separated our neighborhoods, and after I made sure no one was aroused I took out my best friend. That was no easy task because not only was I hard, my drooling had fused me to the cotton.

Once free, I closed my eyes and replayed that image in my head; that nicely shaped arm, the deep hollow of her underarm, and the jungle of black hair that filled it. Not just a little wisp like I had, but a thick tuft that seemed to overflow the crater it grew in.

I managed to last about 30 seconds this time, which was good for me, and the best thing was that I didn’t have to clean up the mess like I would have had to at home. Having gotten masturbation down to an art form was yet another one of my dubious skills, and had been the extent of my sex life at that point.

In fact, the only sexual experience I had with anyone was a hand job. It was a birthday present from the sister of a friend of mine. Karen was a chubby girl who was a year older than me, and my friend had let it out that it was my birthday.

When I left his house Karen was following me, and while we got along okay it wasn’t like we were friends or anything. In that very same patch of woods she caught up with me and told me she wanted to give me a birthday kiss. I had necked with girls a couple of times before, so the kiss was nothing new.

“Are your parents home,” Karen asked, and I nodded.

She made a face and asked me if I wanted another kiss, and I said sure, and this time along with the kiss came a grab of my crotch, which got my attention.

March 16 at 3 in the afternoon. It was a cloudy day and the temperature was barely above freezing. There was still some snow on the ground, and where there wasn’t snow there was mud so after Karen looked around and said there wasn’t any place better, asked me if I wanted her to jerk me off.

I think the hand would have been her mouth if the ground was dry, and if my mother wasn’t home, who knows? Anyway, I said yes and there I was standing in the woods, my teeth chattering and my pants down around my knees, and Karen’s chubby hand was cold.

“Sorry,” Karen said as she began to pull on my limp dick, and as her hand warmed my cock started to get hard. “Hey, you got a pretty big dick for a little guy.”

“I do?” I asked.

“It’s not very thick but it’s pretty long. Bigger than Brian’s,” Karen said, and then told me that she had caught him jerking off once, which was how she knew.

Her pudgy fist kept pumping hard and because of the combination of the cold, my nerves and an unfamiliar hand my usual rapid fire was delayed.

“Sorry,” I apologized when Karen changed her grip and moved a little behind me, because I thought she was getting annoyed with how long it was taking. “Usually a lot faster.”

“It’s okay Jimmy,” Karen said. “I like doing this. You even been laid?”

“Me – uh…”

“I guess that means no,” Karen said. “That’s okay though. Would you want to fuck me sometime?”

“Uh – yeah, I guess,” I mumbled, and soon I was on the brink.

“Oh!” I groaned and then I was spurting all over the winter wonderland while Karen milked every drop out of me. After I was limp she let go of my dick, calmly licked the rope of cum off of the back of her hand, and told me to give her a call sometime when my folks were out of the house.

Just like that, Karen left, and I pulled up my pants and went to the corner store to buy a quart of Genesee beer to celebrate. I went right back to the place I had just lost my sort-of virginity and drank the beer in the freezing cold.

That was a month ago, and I didn’t call Karen. Not Kadıköy Escort because she was unattractive because I was no prize myself, but because I wanted my first time to be special, and in my mind there was only one woman that would qualify. Mrs. Biondi.

***

The next day that I stopped at Mrs. Biondi’s house she didn’t answer the door when I knocked. I assumed she must have gone to the store or something so I sat on the porch for a minute and waited. The day was even warmer than the day before so I took my jacket off and tied it around my waist.

I heard a squeaking sound from the back yard, so I walked along the side of the house to the back. The squeaking sound continued, and when I got around to the back I saw clothes dancing along the clothesline, making the trip from the back porch where Mrs. Biondi was clipping the clothes on the line and pushing to line along.

There was one of her bras already on the line, but I had something much better to look at, and I savored the seconds before she saw me. Mrs. Biondi was wearing a pink sleeveless blouse, and it made her breasts seem ever larger because it was snug. I could see the outline of the bra cups as I approached, which every step getting me a better angle.

Mrs. Biondi was startled to see me and I mumbled something about knocking, but I was too busy staring under her upraised arm to pay attention to what she was saying. She was standing on the back porch about a foot above me, giving me a prime view up the underside of her massive breasts, but when I looked over I was shocked.

Shaved. Gone was the wild jungle of hair, and now the large craters were barren, although I could see a dense five o’clock shadow that covered the entire hollow and up the inside of her arm a bit.

When I glanced over, Mrs. Biondi was staring at me again like she did yesterday only even more so, and then she glanced over to her underarm since it must have been clear where I was staring.

“You okay, Jimmy?” she asked as she went back to putting the clothes on the line. “Something wrong?”

“No – uh – you shaved,” I mumbled for some reason.

“What? Oh yeah, although you’d never know it now,” Mrs. Biondi said. “Why do you – oh! I get it. I was wondering what you were staring at yesterday in the kitchen. I thought you were looking somewhere else. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared,” I said.

“Warm weather is coming up and I don’t think people are ready for what I look like during the winter.”

“I liked it. I thought it was sexy,” I heard myself saying.

“Is that so? Boy, I guess my daughter has a crush on a kinky guy,” Mrs. Biondi said with a grin.

“A crush?” I said.

“Haven’t you noticed?” Mrs. Biondi asked. “I thought you two were sweet on each other but you were too shy to make a move.”

“Becky?” I said. “I’m not interested in Becky – I mean she’s a nice enough kid and all, but she’s a kid. I’m 18.”

“You are?” Mrs. Biondi said. “I – I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“No, I just come over here to help her prepare for the chess tournaments,” I said.

“Better not tell Becky that,” Mrs. Biondi quipped. “She’ll stop letting you win sometimes if she heard that.”

“Letting me win?”

“That’s what she told me,” Mrs. Biondi said. “I don’t know the game, but she says she doesn’t try hard sometimes so you keep coming back. Please don’t tell her I said this.”

“I won’t,” I said, starting to feel like an idiot.

“I shouldn’t have presumed anything,” Mrs. Biondi said. “I couldn’t think of any other reason why you would come over here every day like that.”

“If chess was the only reason, I would be here an hour later,” I told her, and then waited for Mrs. Biondi to figure it out, but she was way ahead of me.

“I know,” she said softly. “I mean, I suspected as much and I guess I should have said something. Guess I liked being looked at for a change, but I didn’t really mean to lead you on. I remember having crushes on guys.”

“I don’t think it’s a crush,” I mumbled.

“Is it because of these?” Mrs. Biondi asked, pointing at her breasts and in embarassment I looked away and pawed at the ground. “If that’s what it is, let me tell you something. I think you look at Playboy pictures too much. Mine don’t look like that, believe me.”

“Maybe at first, but it’s more than that now,” I said, struggling to keep from getting emotional. “I love the way you kid around, and the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. I love when I get to talk to you every day before Becky gets here. You treat me like a adult instead of a kid.”

“You’re a very mature young man,” Mrs. Biondi said. “Very intelligent and polite, although your taste in women is a bit screwy.”

“Don’t say that – please,” I said, because while I knew she was just trying to be funny, I didn’t think being her love with her was weird, or a joke.

I had taken the two steps up to the porch, so I could avoid having her looking down at me, and as we stared at Ataşehir Escort each other the sound of the front door closing broke the tension.

“Saturday – Becky’s father has her for the day,” Mrs. Biondi said as she grabbed her empty laundry basket. “If you want to come over we can talk some more.”

***

How do you prepare for a day when you aren’t really sure what it entailed? Part of me thought that she wanted me – wanted me like I wanted her – yet when I looked in the mirror, I thought the idea was absurd. Mrs. Biondi was a woman, and an amazon to boot.

She outweighed me and was a little taller than me to boot, and if we ever wrestled she would probably kill me. Ever hear the saying ‘I’m a lover, not fighter’? I was neither. I was a man only technically. Physically, except for having a pretty long dick, I was pathetic.

So I concluded that Mrs. Biondi just wanted to talk. Maybe she wanted me to teach her how to play chess, because she had mentioned that once, so with that in mind I went over around 11, which was a little after Becky’s father picked her up for the weekend.

I was dressed as neatly as possible, even shaving, which was silly since nothing was happening to get rid of. I knocked on the door like always, but the door had already started to open when my knuckles hit the wood.

“Oh – sorry,” I said as the door opened and Mrs. Biondi motioned me to come in, looking around outside to make sure nobody was around.

My apology was for the fact that I must have screwed up the time I was supposed to be there because Mrs. Biondi was wearing a bathrobe. It was like she had just woken up, although I noticed that her long wavy hair was brushed and she had on a little make-up, which she rarely wore.

I followed her to the kitchen, which was not unusual, but Mrs. Biondi didn’t stop there but kept going. I stopped at the end of the kitchen and looked down the hall.

“Are you trying to give me a chance to change my mind?” she asked after turning around and facing me while standing next to the open door of her bedroom for a second before going in.

On legs that felt as if they were made of rubber I staggered down the hall with the realization that this was really happening. This wasn’t one of my fantasies because in those dreams I was a suave and cool ladies man who was in control, not a sweaty and frantic kid who suddenly figured out that this wasn’t going to be an afternoon of playing spin the bottle.

I got to the open doorway and looked in to the bedroom where Mrs. Biondi was standing at the side of her bed waiting nervously, although not nearly as much as I was.

“Coming in?”

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled. “Should I close the door?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, and then as she probably wondered what the hell was wrong with me she added, “Look Jimmy, if you don’t want to…”

“I do!” I almost shouted and then lowered my voice. “I just – I mean I’m just nervous.”

“Me too. You don’t think I do this every day do you?”

“No,” I said, and it was then that Mrs. Biondi shrugged the bathrobe off of her rounded shoulders, and there was nothing underneath except Mrs. Biondi, a whole lot of Mr. Biondi.

“Oh man,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the first live naked woman I had ever seen in real life, and while she was right that she didn’t look like any of the women in Playboy, there weren’t any of them that were going to stand naked in front of me now or anytime soon.

She got tired of me standing there staring at her after about a minute, at which point she sort of wrapped her arms in front of her and started shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Should I?” I asked as I tried to indicate that I was asking whether I should take my clothes off with some primitive hand gesturing, because my voice failed me.

“That would help,” she said.

“I’m not good at this girl stuff, and you’re so pretty – even better than I dreamed,” I managed while fumbling for my top shirt button while staring at her voluptuous form.

Those breasts – and there was no way to avoid them because they commanded your attention – hung down to her waist. I tried to think of something to compare them with but came up blank because they were bigger than footballs but smaller than watermelons and she had crimson nipples that looked as big as bullets centered on auroelas that were the diameter of baseballs.

Below that, unlike most of the girls in Playboy Mrs. Biondi had pubic hair, and even the ones that did had nothing to compare with the very wide triangle of dark brown hair that blocked any view of what was under the jungle.

Then below that, the woman had legs that were almost like a ballet dancer, slender and so out of place with the upper part of her, and her butt was small as well. It was as if she had been assembled in the dark with parts of two bodies, but while it wasn’t symmetrical it was as erotic a sight as I could imagine.

And then she was in front of me. Tired of watching me drool and fumble in an attempt to unbutton my shirt, she had come over to me and was doing it for me, and while her fingers were trembling a little too they were nothing like mine. The fact that she was looking down at me – physically because she was a couple inches taller – was no help to me.

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*****

I was new to the talent industry. My background in business and office management was strong, but I was completely clueless when it came to the entertainment field. When my new boss suggested I attend a public talent search, I jumped at the chance. Of course, it meant being out of town over the weekend, and because I hated traveling alone, I invited a girlfriend to tag along.

The talent search itself was about as exciting as attending a college orientation. The days were long, the interviews tedious, and the so-called talent numbered roughly one in ten thousand. By the end of the first day, we were both exhausted.

We rallied enough to have a late dinner and drinks together at a five-star restaurant near the hotel where we were staying. At the time, there was nothing notable about the evening, but it would come to pass that against astronomical odds, I would run into an individual who would have an indirect impact on my life.

Gina and I were having after-dinner drinks when I happened to glance at a couple seated nearby. I recognized the woman not as someone I knew, but someone I had seen earlier in the day. She was average looking, in her early forties, with short dark hair.

Her companion was an older stout man who represented himself as a small-time producer during the talent search. I wouldn’t have noticed either of them had they not been present at the search. The one thing that struck me as odd about them was how cozy they seemed. Most older couples don’t usually make a public display of their affection.

When he kissed her, I couldn’t help but feel a small pang of jealousy. The kiss was long and passionate. It had been quite some time since a man had kissed me that way. When the kiss ended, the woman turned her head and looked directly at me. I looked away quickly, embarrassed that I had inadvertently intruded on their moment of romantic bliss.

I immediately dismissed the incident and it was forgotten. At least for the time being.

*****

I stopped at the door to the acting studio and glanced up at the blinking red light overhead. It signaled filming was in progress, and I hesitated before cautiously opening the door and quietly stepping inside. I waited patiently, papers in hand, while the director continued his instructions to the cast.

Mr. Micheli turned his head in my direction and frowned. He had lost the attention of his audience as they were all staring expectantly at me. “What is it? Didn’t you see the red light on?” he snapped at me.

“May I have a word with you, sir?” I asked softly. Performance artists are temperamental in general. I had learned not to let their façade of rudeness dissuade me.

He nodded sharply and took several long strides towards me. “Make it quick, please. We’re in the middle of rehearsals.”

I cut to the chase. “You requested use of the center on these days,” I said, displaying the papers for his inspection. “I’m afraid the studio is unavailable for those particular days.”

“Impossible! I need those dates and only those dates. Reschedule someone else.” Already his focus was back to the cast as he barked orders at them, instead of listening to my explanation.

“I’m afraid you don’t understand, sir. We can’t reschedule anyone else.”

He turned his head slowly to look at me again. His dark eyes were piercing as he spoke. “I’m afraid you are the one who doesn’t understand, young lady. I begin teaching at the university again after that weekend, and I need the use of the studio before then. Just do your job and reschedule the other people,” he demanded hoarsely. “Never mind! I’ll speak to Richard about it myself in the morning. Go away now. I’m busy!”

I had been effectively dismissed. I sighed with resignation and let myself out of the studio.

I had only been working for Richard a short time, four months to be precise. Not everyone involved with the agency knew who I was, or the position I held. Being more reserved than most, I went out of my way to keep a low profile. My official title was Center Director, and I answered to no one other than Richard who did little to override my day to day decisions in running the business.

The acting department of the agency had undergone extensive changes over the past few months. It was headed by James who made all decisions based upon my approval. It was improbable that Richard would overrule any decision James made and I approved, but Mr. Micheli was naively unaware of that fact.

*****

The following morning, Richard met with me in my office to discuss business over coffee. He chuckled as I described my brief and unsuccessful meeting with Mr. Micheli the night before.

“Richard, the weekend he requested is ‘Showcase Weekend’. We have three casting directors flying in from Los Angeles for the showcase. Now, I’m sorry, but Mr. Micheli does not take priority over that,” I stated with a firm shake of my head.

“He didn’t even bother to discuss Anadolu Yakası Escort it with James first. He flew off the handle at me, and I guess, decided to go over my head to you about it.”

“Speak of the devil,” Richard grumbled with a smug look as he peered through the blinds into the reception area. “He’s here.”

A moment later, there was a sharp rap on the office door. “Come in,” Richard called.

The door opened and Marc Micheli came striding purposefully into the office. Marc was a tall, lean and muscular man in his early forties. His black hair was beginning to tinge with grey at the temples and his dark eyes and swarthy complexion added to his mystique. On those rare occasions when he wasn’t snapping and snarling, he had an attractive smile.

While we had not been formally introduced, we had encountered one another, passing in the corridors or unexpectedly meeting in the break-room now and then. There was one incident that came about when I was transferring files from one storage cabinet to another; I inadvertently dropped a stack of important records and stopped short to bend over and pick them up.

Marc was exiting James’ office and he literally rear-ended me. Except for his quick reflexes, the force of our collision would have toppled me onto my head, but he steadied me by grabbing my hips. My clumsiness embarrassed me to the point that afterwards, I avoided looking him directly in the eyes. Up until the day before, that was the full extent of our contact.

Marc stopped short at the sight of me sitting in the seat behind the Center Director’s desk. “I’m sorry, Richard. I didn’t know you had company,” he hesitated as he frowned at me.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, Marc. I wouldn’t exactly call Cindy ‘company’. I guess you two haven’t met yet,” Richard said still looking smug. “Cindy this is Marc, one of our acting directors. Marc, this is Cindy. She’s the Center Director now,” Richard explained.

Marc stiffened, and surprise was clearly etched in his expression. “Center Director? You mean…” he began to stammer nervously.

“That’s right, Marc. I mean…meet your new boss,” Richard chuckled softly. “Cindy, I believe we’ve concluded our business for the morning. I think I’ll get out of your hair and let you two become better acquainted,” Richard said as he gave me a wink and turned up the last swallow of coffee in his cup.

“But, Richard…” Marc sputtered in response.

“Marc, for all practical purposes, I’m retired now. Anything you feel you need to discuss with me, you can now discuss with Cindy. She’s proved herself more than capable of speaking on my behalf,” Richard said firmly.

“Oh, but there is one thing, Marc. Your request for staff to fill the empty roles in your next workshop? I believe it begins this coming Monday,” Richard said with a worried look. “The only staff available to fill those spots are Gwen and Cindy. You’ll be sure you two are there, won’t you, Cindy? The acting program is depending on it,” he prompted.

“Richard, I’d really rather not,” I began to protest his suggestion while I uneasily eyed Marc. “I have too much to do around here already. I simply don’t have time to learn scripts and run lines.”

“Make time,” Richard retorted sharply over his shoulder as he flung the office door wide. “I expect you to fully support the acting program. That means, the two of you will find a way to work closely together. That’s my last official order.” He closed the door behind him leaving both Marc and I with our jaws sagging low.

Marc placed his hands on his hips and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh and said with resignation, “Well, I guess that’s that.”

“I guess it is,” I agreed with a sigh that matched his own frustration. “Would you care for a cup of coffee?” I asked with enthusiasm as I pushed back my chair and stood.

His attention returned to me. He narrowed his eyes somewhat and studied me in detail a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me you are my boss and not just some receptionist or secretary? Two weeks ago, you were answering phones at the front desk. You let me make a fool of myself,” he stated with obvious displeasure.

“I do a lot of things around here that aren’t in my job description. I do whatever needs doing, and that includes cleaning toilets as well as answering phones. It didn’t seem to me that you needed my help in looking foolish, Marc; I thought you did a fine job on your own. Black?” I snipped.

He scowled at me or perhaps more at my sarcasm.

I crossed the room and paused with my hand on the doorknob. “Your coffee…black?” I asked again. He nodded sharply. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be back with your coffee.”

When I returned, Marc was seated in a chair across from my desk. His hands were clasped together between his knees and he was muttering aloud, seemingly to himself. He abruptly stood and cleared his throat when he heard the door hinges squeak as I entered. I was mildly impressed Pendik Escort by his manners as I placed a steaming cup of black coffee in his hands. I could feel his gaze follow me as I rounded the executive desk and seated myself behind it.

He stared at the cup in his hand for a moment. His face was flushed and he looked almost miserable as he said, “Deidre is going to kill me when she hears about this. Is there anything else I could possibly do wrong to offend you, Miss…uh?”

“Miss nothing. Call me Cindy, please. What have you done now, Marc?” I asked sounding mildly amused.

“You mean besides assuming you were a secretary? And, threatening to go over your head? Now, I’ve got you fetching my coffee! Like I said, Deidre is going to kill me,” he said dejectedly. “Why didn’t you tell me you are our new boss?”

I sat back in my chair and said, “Marc, let’s get a few things straight between us, shall we?” I could see him squirm in his chair as he looked at the floor. “You didn’t give me much of a chance to tell you anything last night. I’m not your ‘boss’. I have a title, but just between you and me, it means absolutely nothing. And, as for me getting you coffee, I’ve been bringing men coffee for most of my life. That’s nothing new for me, and it isn’t about to change now. I’ve been bringing Daniel and James coffee every morning since the day I started working here.”

“The ‘Center Director’ sign on the door along with the fact you sign my paychecks, does sort of indicate you are the boss around here,” he argued.

“I sign the checks for convenience sake, Marc. Not one penny out of my pocket goes into yours. Besides, you’re contract labor; that makes you your own boss.”

He sipped his coffee and sat back in the chair. “Deidre keeps telling me that I’m a male chauvinist pig. She’s going to kill me if she hears how stupid I’ve been,” he said shaking his head in self-recrimination. “You won’t tell her, will you?”

“I take it Deidre is your wife?” I asked with an arched brow. He nodded looking embarrassed again. “I should have guessed. Same last name and all,” I smiled weakly. “Deidre and I met last week, but I didn’t realize she was your wife. As much as I would like to gossip with her about you, I promise, I won’t say a word,” I said as I mockingly made the sign of a cross over my heart.

“I’d really appreciate that. She rags me enough about it as it is. She doesn’t need to hear about this to make me feel like a complete idiot.”

“Micheli. That’s Italian if I’m not mistaken, isn’t it?” I asked with an effort to redirect the conversation.

“Yes, very. You even pronounced it correctly. Do you speak Italian?” he asked curiously.

“No, but I’m from New Orleans. I picked up on a few of the inflections while I was there.”

“I thought New Orleans is all French-speaking people.”

“Not at all. It’s a diverse culture. I’ve known a few Italians in my time. They’re very…interesting,” I said as I averted my gaze to the schedule laying on my desk. “Now, about the use of the studio…the weekend you requested is completely out of the question, Marc. It’s ‘Showcase’ weekend.”

His frown deepened. “Oh, I see. Well, I begin teaching again the following week, so what can we do?”

“I can give you any other dates except that weekend. You can schedule for as many dates as you need, day or night, or both if you like.”

“I can stretch it into three or four sessions?”

“Certainly. Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” I assured him.

“No one has ever allowed me to use the studio for more than one session before.”

“That was the past, Marc. I’m running the show now, or haven’t you noticed the changes?”

“Now that you mention it, I have noticed some recent changes. Did you know, for the first time since I came to work here, we have complete scripts? It doesn’t take days to pull the scripts anymore either. When I come in now, my class outline and the scripts are ready and waiting for me. That’s certainly new and improved protocol,” he declared with a snort. “I asked James about it and he said you are responsible for reorganizing the entire filing system. Of course, I didn’t realize when he said ‘you’, he meant you, as in our boss.”

“I’m glad to know my efforts have paid off a little. But, would you please stop calling me your boss?” I pleaded. “It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. I’m having a little trouble seeing you as anything but the boss now.”

“Maybe it would help if you try to think of me as your assistant. I’m not here to tell you how to direct. I’m here to assist you in directing more efficiently. You shouldn’t have to worry about pulling scripts; your job is to direct and evaluate. My job is to see to it you have all the tools available to succeed…that and to bring you fresh coffee,” I laughed.

Marc smiled at me for the first time. “Is that really how you see it?” he asked looking infinitely more relaxed.

“Yes, that’s how I see it, and I’d appreciate Kurtköy Escort it if you would make the effort to see it my way, too. It will make our relationship much easier and much more pleasant.”

“Deidre doesn’t see it that way. She’s constantly reminding me of how chauvinistic I am. She gets mad when I ask her what’s for dinner for God’s sake,” he complained.

“Umm,” I murmured in sympathy. “Would you like some more coffee?” I offered. I was not eager to engage him in conversation about his wife.

Marc glanced at his nearly empty cup and grunted. “No. Thank you. I’ll get some more on my way out.” He paused before he added with vehemence, “I love my wife, but I don’t understand all this women’s lib crap these days.”

“Perhaps we’re both just a little behind the times,” I suggested quietly.

“You feel that way, too? That’s a little surprising what with you running this place now.”

“I have a great supporting staff, Marc. Most of them are men, and they make doing this job a lot easier for me. I couldn’t do my job without any one of them. James heads the acting program, of course, and Vince is my technical adviser when it comes to photography issues. Tim is my choreographer. Then there’s Kelsey, William, Ron, and yourself. You each have your own areas of expertise. I swear, sometimes, I feel like the token female around here,” I sighed.

“So, am I out of Dutch with you now?” he asked.

“You were never ‘in Dutch’ with me in the first place, Marc. Let’s just start from scratch, shall we?”

He remained uneasy but said, “I’ll look at my schedule and check with the cast. I’ll let you know tomorrow what dates and times that we need the studio.”

“That’s fine. I’ll keep all the slots open until you let me know,” I assured him. “Now, would you please get out of my office so I can get some real work done?” I teased.

He grinned and headed for the door.

“Marc?” I called as he made his exit. He paused and looked back at me over his shoulder. “Anytime you feel the need for a cup of coffee, stop by,” I said without looking up.

“You can bring me one Monday night when you show up for my workshop,” he retorted before closing the door behind him.

*****

The following day, Marc marched into my office unannounced. He laid a piece of scrap paper on the desk in front of me. I was busy reviewing accounts.

“Those are the dates and times I need the studio,” he said gruffly.

“Done!” I proclaimed without averting my attention from the records I was examining.

“You haven’t even looked at them,” he objected.

“I don’t need to look at them right now. I’m busy. Whatever they are, you’ve got them,” I said assertively. His continued presence made me glance up at him. “Was there something else? Did you want coffee?” I asked with an edge of sarcasm.

“I’ll get my own fucking coffee, thank you,” he snapped before he retreated in a huff. I laughed silently at his irritation. “Just don’t forget about the workshop,” he cautioned as he closed the door with a loud thud.

*****

Gwen and I were both reluctantly in attendance at Marc’s Monday evening workshop. We were each given a copy of the script. She and I shared a scene in a play called Laundry and Bourbon. It was written by James McClure and was set in the small Texas town of Maynard.

“Have you ever done any acting?” Marc asked as he handed me a copy of the script.

I shook my head and glanced at Gwen.

“Well, you have five minutes to read it over. We’ll do a cold reading then. Just see what you can do with it,” he said sounding dubious.

I studied the scene while we waited. When Marc called us up in front of the others to read the scene, I laid the script aside and lounged back on the risers at the foot of the stage.

I stretched my legs and crossed my ankles while I propped against the edge of the top step.

Gwen had the opening line and I casually peered at my long nails as I waited for her to begin reading. Before she could deliver the first line in its entirety, Marc suddenly waved his arms and shouted, “Cut! No, no! Cut!”

He paused in front of me with his hands on his hips and he stared down at me. I noted that his gaze flitted to my legs and where the hem of my skirt barely covered my thighs. “What are you doing?” he asked sharply.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re supposed to be delivering a cold reading. The operative word in that phrase is reading. Where is your script?”

I shifted my weight and pulled the script from under my right butt cheek. I held it out for him to see. “Here it is. Do you need it for something?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re supposed to use the script to reference your lines.”

“But, I don’t need the script. I know the lines.” I stifled a yawn of boredom.

Marc promptly snatched the script from my hand. “We’ll see about that,” he said rolling the script into a tube and slipping it in his back pocket. “Why are you laying all over the stage?” he demanded.

“The script says we’re supposed to be folding laundry. There’s no laundry to fold, so I interpreted the scene a little differently. I figured it would play just as well if we were lounging around drinking without folding laundry.”

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I am a former plus sized model in my mid-40’s that organized and chaired one of the largest charity benefits in our area. The one that would stand out for me was held at a huge lodge with a seven course dinner, a silent auction with all the proceeds going to my favorite charities.

This particular year’s event had a fashion show with 10 gorgeous models with all those proceeds going to a battered women’s shelter in our area. It was black tie and everyone dressed to impress.

The entertainment was usually local, but this time I arranged to secure Constantine, the rising star just coming off a tour. How I did that I am still not sure, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I have had a crush not unlike a teenage girl on this man for a long time, but I am sure that his entire night would be spent with the many fashion models vying for his attention, however, I had him at my table for dinner anyway.

I spent a fortune on my black Armani gown but it was all worth it, I know I looked great and I felt great, since I’d also lost twenty pounds recently, but still had some kicking curves.

I made my way downstairs to the ballroom to wait for Con to arrive. The room was filled to capacity once they found out the evenings entertainment. Finally, he arrived. It was nothing like the minute he walked into that ballroom in a black tux.

Somehow I managed to greet him and introduce him to the few important people there before dinner started. At dinner we chatted and got along Bostancı Escort famously, he was so well spoken for a man barely thirty.

After the silent auction and the fashion show, he sang a number of songs for us and dedicated one especially to me. My heart skipped a few beats as he walked off the stage and held my hand as he sang it.

I barely saw him after the show was over, he very graciously signing autographs and taking pictures for donations to the causes we were supporting. I left him being mobbed by a crowd of beauties all vying for his attention.

I went to my room and was standing on my balcony reminising about the great evening when I heard a knock on the door.

“Room Service.”

Room service, I did’t order room service, I had thought.

I opened the door and to my amazement there stood Constantine with two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

“How about a nightcap?”

Of course, I asked him in.

We poured the champagne and sat on the balcony talking and laughing about the evening when out of the blue he leaned over and kissed me.

“I have been wanting to do that all night. I want to put my arms around you and hold you and never let you go. I want to make love to you all night long.”

I just looked at him and I could tell he saw in my eyes exactly what I was thinking.

“I know what you are thinking. All that eye candy downstairs, what is he doing here with me?”

“You have that exactly,” I Ümraniye Escort whispered.

His ‘fuck me’ eyes were hypnotizing me and I found it hard to get the words out.

“You have made this one of the most enchanting evenings of my life. Not only are you very beautiful, very sexy and exciting, have you ever thought that I might like to be with some just like you and not just some eye candy who are self absorbed in their appearance?”

“But I am old enough to be….” I began.

“Oh baby, you can mother me all night long. Please let me stay, let me make love to you.”

I couldn’t say a word, he held me close to him and touched my face and kissed me, raping my mouth with his tongue. I tangled my hands in his beautiful hair and kissed him back, licking his neck and his ear and playfully biting his lips.

I was dizzy with desire. He gently stroked my shoulders, my back as his lips never left mine. He pulled down the zipper of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor, realizing I had nothing on under it.

“Oh baby, you are so beautiful.” He led me into the bedroom.

He continued to stare at me with those dark eyes and I felt like I was drowning. I watched as he took off his tux and lay down beside me.

He touched my face, whispered in my ear. His lips left a trail down my neck and onto my breasts. He licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard as rocks and I felt I could cum with the sensations he was creating.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort gently asked him to lay back and let me look at him. I wanted to touch him, touch every inch of his body with my hands, my mouth.

I wanted to show this guy that bigger certainly was better in bed.

I ran my fingers down his back, over his tight ass, up and down his legs, over his testicles and everyplace my hands went my mouth followed.

I licked up his enormous shaft and around the head until he moaned and asked me to please take him into my mouth. I sucked him into my mouth and continued to caress his inner thigh at the same time.

I could feel his muscles tightening as he was reaching his orgasm, I deep throated him as far as I could until he exploded down my throat.

The emotion on his face was priceless. He pulled me to him and lay me down, his mouth still raping mine.

He continued to lick and kiss my nipples, my stomach until I finally asked him to stop teasing me, I couldn’t take it any longer.

He found my clit ready for a tonguing and he sucked and licked it until I came right into his mouth.

Before I could recover, he mounted me and rammed that beautiful cock into me. I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him to me by the hair and asked him to give it all to me. We both were covered in sweat by the time he had his second orgasm.

We lay beside each other in the bed and he kept stroking me and looking at me and telling me he wished we could spend more time together.

“You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman.”

Somehow I managed to whispered that he was everything I had ever wanted in a man and more. We fell asleep in each other arms.

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What made having her an absolute necessity to him was the unselfconsciousness with which this woman of advanced age was dressed as a seventeen year old slut intent on sin. It was the utter incongruence of her that made her irresistible.

He had seen her at a table in the corner as he walked through the door of the café. There was no need for him to look around to see if there were any other women around; younger, more obviously attractive or conventionally desirable. It did not matter. It was impossible that he might prefer any of them, so he went and sat at a table quite close to her, though not right next to her. He did not want to be too obvious, even in approaching a woman as obvious as her; nor did he want to her to see how obvious it was that he wanted her and how much he assumed that he was obviously going to have her.

She had been there for fifteen minutes or so before he had arrived and she had eyed all of the men older than sixteen and younger than forty and seen that none of them were adventurers and her eye had fixed on the door in the hope that an adventurer might come. When he arrived she saw him, knew instinctively that what she had been hoping for had arrived and looked away as though she had not noticed him. But he had seen her notice him and she had seen him notice her. He sat down and the game of surreptitious, yet indiscreet looking and looking away began between them.

He was a man of thirty one and an erotic adventurer. He was notably good looking and slim and tall with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes a fine jaw line and good taste in clothes. He pursued the unlikely, the bizarre and the grotesque. He did not seek some ideal woman, or pursue the essence of femininity through a string of beautiful women through whom he might reach some imaginary ideal. He wanted to have every different kind of woman there was and he wanted them for what they were and not what they could represent to him.

She was a woman of sixty-two, but her manner of dress made her appear younger, though not as young as seventeen. A generous observer would have said fifty or so. She was heavy, though not fat and her long peroxide blonde hair was pulled up and tied tight on the top of her head, with a pony tail hanging down the back to her neck and beyond. Her make up was garish and thickly applied. Her lips were painted with the brightest red lipstick and she wore a deep powder blue eye shadow that you could have left fingerprints in. Her eyes were brown and the tones of her skin coffee dark. She was wearing a very tight leopard skin print top that clung to every roll of her torso. The neckline ventured as far south as it could without allowing her very generous boobs to tumble out, though tumbling was only a possibility because they were being pushed up by a bra, their natural bias being to hang.

The bra, as he was later to discover, was red with a decorative lacy pattern around its edges, and entirely see-through, and its outline pressed now against the material of her leopard skin print top. Below she had favoured the tightest of jeans, which clung to her very ample behind and, were she to open her legs a little, would display a very well defined cameltoe, and from the back of which rose the string thin strap of a red thong, the waistband of which had got itself nestled between two of those sumptuous rolls. On her feet were black patent leather four inch heeled stilettos, out of the end of which poked toes whose nails were painted crimson, as were her long fingernails. The excessive quantity of jewellery: a great many bracelets on both wrists, rings on every finger and both thumbs, long dangling earrings that clinked when she moved her head, and an anklet; all over her silver and gold side by side, and they were of expensive type.

She smoked a long, thin cigarette held in a long, thin black and gold cigarette holder. She was drinking a coffee and Maltepe Escort had a glass of liqueur on the side. The semi-circles of lipstick on the rim of each grew larger with every sip she took.

This was how she always dressed. She had long abandoned the fight that we all fight in the battle against nature, which we cannot win, and accepted defeat and continued to live and dress as though she had won. She gloried in the grotesque spectacle that she was and she knew that every now and then she would meet a young man who had a taste for the grotesque and very mature. She had accepted her body’s journey toward decay and had learned that there were young men who liked such bodies and she sought chance meetings with them and sometimes found them. She went out always with hope, but not with expectation, and she was never disappointed when she did not get lucky and she was always very pleased when she did. She had accepted life.

He looked over at her and as he did, she stopped looking at him and turned her head away and pretended to be looking out of the window. A few seconds later she looked back and he looked away. Then a minute or so was allowed to pass and she looked at him again and feeling her eyes eating him, he looked back and this time she did not look away immediately, but allowed her eyes to continue their meal for a second or two before turning aside. He crossed his legs to hide the bulge that his erect cock had pushed up in the crotch of his trousers.

They were locked onto each other, but he would have to approach her soon, before the game became a parody of itself and the moment lost. Timing was of the greatest importance and the time it would take for his erection to go down would be enough time to wait before getting up and going to her table.

That brief time passed and he rose and walked to her table. She knew that he was going to come. His pretext was to ask her for a light. It was vaguely plausible that he did not have a lighter or matches with him, but transparent in that there were other people sitting at tables closer to him who were smoking. In the circumstances it was perfect.

He arrived at her table and asked her for a light. She looked at him feigning disinterest and said yes and picked up the overly ornate gold lighter that was placed on top of a black leather cigarette box cover and handed it to him. The cover had a heart shaped in little gold sequins on it. The sequins were made of real gold.

He light his cigarette and as he handed the lighter back to her asked

‘May I sit here?’

She nodded assent.

He sat down opposite her and before he could speak she saved him from a line, as none could have caught the moment, by saying ‘are you trying to pick me up young man?’

‘That depends on whether you want to be picked up.’ He replied.

‘I do’ she said.

‘Then I am.’

‘Good. Let’s go.’

She called to the waiter and settled her bill. She refused his offer to pay and paid his too.

Their departure together did not go unnoticed and was sniggered over by some other customers. They did not care, because they understood and the sniggerers did not.

‘My car is parked around the corner’ she said, as they emerged onto the street.

They got into her car. It was a year old top of the range black convertible BMW. As she slid the key into the ignition he asked her

‘Where are we going?’

‘My house.’

Neither of them spoke during the fifteen minute drive. They arrived at a large villa and pulled into the driveway.

‘My husband is away and my children are married with children and homes of their own’ she said as she stopped the car.

Once inside the house, the interior of which was expensively and gaudily decorated, they sat in leopard skin covered armchairs.

‘I won’t offer you a drink. We will not waste time on preliminaries.’

He Ümraniye Escort just sat and lusted for her.

‘How old are you?’

‘Thirty-one.’

‘How old do you think I am?’

‘Fifty or so.’

‘Thank you for not being ridiculous by saying late thirties and thank you for pretending that you believe that I am at least ten years younger than you must know I am. I am sixty two.’

‘You are very direct.’

‘I am.’

He sat silently and waited.

‘I know myself and I know others. It is a gift of mine. I like younger men. But not so many younger men like a woman of my age. When one who does enters a café I am sitting in, I know him immediately. I let him see that I am available and if he makes a move I let him pick me up.

‘You are here’ she said ‘because you are an adventurer. You are not desperate for a fuck. You are a very good looking young man and you know that you could have a great many of the young women around you, and I am sure that you do. But when you entered that café I knew that I had a chance of having today what I always look for.

She paused for a moment to light a cigarette. While she had been talking her nipples had stiffened and their outline was visible through her clothes. She was also now sitting with one leg slung over the other at a right angle to it, and two parallel little rolls protruded voluptuously and a line was drawn straight and clear, where her jeans covered her pussy. His eyes shifted alternately between the unsubtle hints of her pussy and her nipples. His cock was fully erect and he did nothing to hide it. He sat waiting for her to continue.

‘You are here’ she said ‘because you want to find out what it is like to fuck a sixty-two year old woman who dresses like a teenage whore. So let’s do it. Come here and fuck me.’

He stood and walked over to her and as he was about to lean forward to kiss her, he heard her say ‘I love big cocks’ and felt her fingers squeezing the bulge in his crotch. There was a slight tug and the light buzz of his zip descending and finally he felt the wet warmth of her mouth as she began sucking his knob.

He expected her to stop after a couple of minutes and undress him and undress herself, but she continued to suck his cock and began to make greedy and contented sighing sounds and gobble him off more and more fiercely. As he felt his orgasm coming he began to buck towards her and his hand grabbed the back of her head, but there was no need. This cock greedy old slut was not going to do anything other than suck all of the spunk out of his cock and drink it.

He looked down at her bobbing head and saw the grey roots of her peroxide hair. The sight finished him and his spunk spurted into her mouth. She knew exactly when it was coming and stopped sucking and held his cockhead mid way between the back of her teeth and the back of her throat, sucked in her cheeks and took the blast without bracing for it, and felt with delight the cum jets hit her throat. She gulped them down.

She held his cock in her mouth as it grew flaccid and finally shrank and slithered out between her lips.

‘Go and sit down’ she said.

He obeyed. He sat back in the chair. She came over to him and kissed him on the lips and took his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then she undid his trousers and took them off. He was naked and his slimy cock rested over his thigh and she leant down and gave it a lingering kiss.

‘I’m going to strip for you’ she told him.

Clothed, she was one thing. Naked she was going to be something else. He was not going to get fresh seventeen. He was not going to get ripe fifty-two. He was going to get worn and sagging sixty-two. Every second of it.

Standing before him, she pulled her top over her head and peeled off her jeans. The rolls of her torso descended and the flesh around her bra and İstanbul Escort thong bulged. She stood for a moment to be admired and then leaned towards him and told him to undo her bra. Her heavy tits poised above his face and straining, he reached around her and unclipped her bra. Her tits fell into his face, and rested on his cheeks. She let them sit there for a long moment and then moved a little back, offering her large nipples for him to suck.

As he sucked her nipples and felt them like little thumbs in his mouth his hand reached between her legs and he pushed three fingers past the thin red string into her wet, waiting cunt. She sighed as her cunt stretched open as the three fingers penetrated it and then shrank a little around them. He pushed them in and out of her vigorously. She ground her mons veneris against his wrist and with a series of gasps came into his hand, coating it with a layer of gleaming cunt slime.

She moved away and returned to her chair and sat back in it with each of her legs over its arms, her arse parked at the chair’s edge, her great tits hanging over her stomach, the rolls of which swelled outwards and downwards. Her worn and tarnished bronze skin shone in the sunlight that streamed through the window, and the thin red string of her thong embedded itself between the wet lips of her shaved and glistening 1945 vintage cunt.

He went to her and knelt between her open legs and began to lick and suck her delicious and nearly antique twat. He had been expecting that fucking her was going to be an extravaganza of KY and resemble a medical examination, but her cunt oozed its own natural juices in copious quantities in anticipation at the sucking and fucking it was about to receive (and for which it would be truly thankful).

He brought her to orgasm again with his mouth and then stood up and said

‘I’m going to rub my cock over every inch of you.’

In a swoon ‘do it, polish me,’ she said.

He began by brushing it over her left tit, concentrating on rubbing his helmet around and over her nipple. Then he lifted her arm and threw it over the top of the chair and began to rub it in her armpit. She opened her eyes and looked at him and said

‘I thought I had done everything. You kinky bastard.’

She brought her arm down so that his cock was clamped in her sweaty pit and said ‘go on baby, fuck mamma’s armpit.’

Her other hand slipped down over her stomach and shamelessly wanked her pussy.

He pulled his cock out from between her hanging tit and her tensed arm and went around to her other side and rubbed his cock over her other tit and fucked her other armpit. Then he set about rubbing his cock all over her, until he reached her cunt. But he was not going to fuck her just yet.

He admired her gaping cunt and decided that it could take it. This was something that he had never done before. It was as if she had read his thought.

‘Do it’ she said ‘fist fuck me.’

One, two, three, four fingers, and then his thumb slid in, and then he pushed his whole hand up her. He watched her face as she winced and then relaxed into joy. She was stretched open as wide as she would go and he wished that her cunt would suck all of him into her. But now, knowing how truly to reach into the depths of her, it was time to fuck her, so he pulled out his fist and watched as her cunt slowly retracted to its natural size and positioned himself, gripped his cock and guided it into her without need to open her twat with the fingers of his other hand.

His cock was indeed big, as she had said when she had seen the bulge in his trousers coming towards her, and he slid it all the way up her. Her cunt took easily and without resistance the whole eight inches of it. He was in her up to her cervix and she gasped and groaned and sighed with pleasure and contentment as he went at her fiercely for a full twenty minutes without pause and she came four times and then a fifth when he pulled his cock out of her and shot his spunk over her heaving over ripe tits and her wrinkly and make up smeared face.

She was fresh and seventeen in this moment of her ecstasy.

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Randal laid on the bed knocked out. He was getting up with Beth was standing sit beside him watching some Television. She had a barbell in her hand. Her muscle tense and he could see some veins. She was licked him hand and started stroking his cock. She continued working out and would sometime using her biceps to squeeze around his cock. Her muscles bounce against him.

“You really need to quit passing out sugar. I had to finish myself off with my finger” Beth said.

She flexed his cock and he squeeze her muscles. She kept him from coming as she moved her mouth down and engulf them. He was helpless unable to move now. He lips tease his head and started to shake with pleasure. She soon came on inside.

“Where going to go on a little trip today Randal out in town. But first I got to make a few calls. Tongue still work baby” Beth asked.

“Yes.” He grunted half dead.

She sat on his face and started riding him as she talked on the phone and made calls to her friends all day. She was soaking him in her wonderful juices.

Hours later

“Hey Ann. How you doing. Mmmmm you tricked some kid in a trick wrestling match hmmmm. Hope you didn’t hurt him to bad. Me? I’m still on vacation. The little cunt Anadolu Yakası Escort be eating my pussy for years. You know a sister have to get her rocks off. I been working out all day. I bench 400 today and did 200 push up. Working out got me so horny. Keep licking sweetie. I been hitting this poor kid like a mack truck. Can’t hardly move. They don’t make them like they use to in our day. Ohhh he with you now. Mmmm let me hear the little boy scream. Mmmmmmm.” Beth moan into the phone while grinding against him.” She said

She got up finally with his face bruise. She put him over her shoulder.

“Got to go and give this kid a bath. Talk to your later girlfriend” She said

Beth put him in the bathtub and help him clean him up.

“Your really are a cute kid you know that” Beth said.

She washed him up. She put on a sexy black dress and help him in a wheel chair. He was dress and powder up.

“Guess I’m not much use to you now.” Randal said

“Of course you are sweetie. With that tongue working you been giving me. Your one of the greatest. Plus you got a nice cock.” Beth said

“Really”

“Baby I’m older then. I’ve been fucking before you were even born. Of Avrupa Yakası Escort course I am going to be better then you in bed. Now don’t worry about it sugar. Let you sugar mama treat you to a night on the town.” She said

They drove to an expensive restaurant. All eyes were her. Some women hissed at the muscle bond woman. Some guys act like they weren’t interested and that she was to big but most of the guys wanted to fuck her. Everyone thought Randal was her kid till she gave him a French kiss. The waiter looked at him in the wheelchair

“Broke another one” He said

“Yea got to learn to go easy.” She said “Show me to my private chair.”

The private room was closed off with little walls. They could see the beach. Beth carried him in her arms and sat him down. She order the most expensive gift and playful help feed her wounded lover. Her hand were on him the whole time. She was putting her hand down his pants.

“People will see.” He said

“That’s the point” Beth said kissing him

The waiter walked in

“Anything else” He said.

“Bring me more wine” Beth said ignoring her while kissing Randal. He hand was working on him causing him to moan.

“Honey İstanbul Escort your not eating you food. Your not hungry or something.” She joked while stroking him.

She kissed him deep on the lips and broke it connect her salvia with her lips.

She starting eat her food as she stroked him.

“Drink” she asked pouring wine down her cleavage.

He slurped it up. He came in her hands and she calmly licked it off. The waiter walked in and gave him wine. Randal was red with embarrassment.

“Want them to hear you scream.” She said kissing his neck

She continued stroking causing his moans to be louder so everyone could hear. He took off his shirt and pinch and sucked his nipples.

“Look how excited you get when I play with your nipples. You know little girls get like that. That what little women like” Beth tease licking his nipple.

“I love you Beth.” He cried

“My poor young crippled lover. Kiss my muscles” She said

He kissed her all over.

Later she came out with him naked and attach to the leash. The room gasp.

“Which man think he man enough to take me.” She said

The macho men who were booing her before jumped at the change.

“Sleep boy.” She said putting Randal in a headlock.

Later when he woke up the guys were passed out and broken. So were some ladies. They all laid naked. 20 men and 10 ladies. 5 of which never been with a woman before.. She gave a wad of cash to the waiter

“sorry for a damage” Beth said drench in cum.

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An old man remembers.

This is a true story, based on my life.

I was 17 and bored. I worked in a Perfume factory as a line porter. I filled the machines with various creams, nail polish and big slabs of lipstick. There were 100 women and 5 men on the shop floor. Most of the women delighted in embarrassing and teasing me as I was by far the youngest.

The exception to the rule was Rose,I think she was in her mid 30’s, attractive and friendly. As my 18th approached I decided that I wanted to join the Royal Marines and filled out a form from the Daily Mirror. A few days later an information pack arrived, the covering letter invited me for interview and medical at Cambridge. Passing the Interview and Medical it was agreed that I would join the next induction in 5 months on November 5th. My parent’s talk of a leaving party made returning to the factory just about bearable. As news of my leaving to become a Marine circulated, the teasing and torment stopped, some of the women started calling me Mike instead of “Boy or Sprog.”

My 18th Birthday was on a Friday. Rose and some of the other women invited me to the local pub to celebrate my 18th. The beer flowed freely, soon I was pissed and in no state to drive home or return to work. Saying they would cover for me, the women went back to work as I finished my beer. Staggering out to the car park I saw Rose leaning against my car.

“Hello Mike, wanted to make sure you were all right and didn’t drive.”

“Thanks, am just going to curl up on back seat and go to sleep.”

“Well give me your keys and I will take you back to my place. Coffee and a sleep on settee will sober you up.”

Handing my keys over, I fell into the passenger seat and passed out. Shaking me awake, Rose helped me into her home.

As she leaned in to get me out of the car I had a clear view of her large, bra clad tits. Feeling my cock start to stir I erupted into a fit of drunken giggles. Looking puzzled

“What is so funny.”

“I just seen your tits.”

“Hmm did you like what you saw?”

“Oh yeah, very nice, can I feel?”

My brain was telling me to shut up, but my beer mouth kept on.

“You got lovely tits and a great arse.”

Rose looked quite shocked, “maybe later” I heard her say as I fell asleep on her couch. Waking about an hour later i was busting for a piss, I think I pissed about 3 gallons. Feeling much better I walked back to the lounge where Rose was holding a cup of black coffee.

As I drank my coffee I noticed that her hair was wet and she had changed into a short dressing gown. The gown was showing glimpses of her upper thighs and the swell of her arse cheeks as she bent slightly to put stuff in the bin.

“Very nice” was all my drunken mouth could manage.

“Was beginning to think you were gay,” she giggled as I tried to make my raging cock more comfortable in my very tight jeans.

“Have you seen a women nude before?”

“Of course,” I blustered as my alcohol fogged brain started to clear and my cock threatened to burst the buttons of my bell bottom jeans. I had seen a women nude, spied on my sister a couple of times and mums towel had slipped a little as she left the bathroom!

“Would you like more coffee” Rose said, as she walked towards me.

Nodding dumbly, I watched as her dressing gown parted at the top exposing her milky white tits and large nipples, as she bent to collect my cup. Taking the opportunity I grabbed a handful and marvelled at the softness of her skin. Moving my hands over her ample tits I was surprised at how her nipples poked into my palm.

Groaning, Rose shrugged off her gown and pushed herself onto my hands. I was transfixed as I played.

Pulling my head forward she encouraged me to suckle her left nipple and moved my hand down her body. Taking her large nipple into my mouth I soon discovered that swirling my tongue around and flicking it caused Rose to groan with pleasure. As I experimented on her tits Rose undid my belt and eventually the buttons on my jeans. Dropping to her knees, I was disappointed as her nipples were taken away, but elated as she started to kiss and lick my bell end.

After just a few minutes, I could feel my balls start to boil as she sucked and licked me. Sensing that I was about to come, Rose stood up and straddled me on the armchair.

“Sorry but I need this”

I was a little confused as she reached between our belly’s and grabbed my cock. All became very clear as she moved slightly and I penetrated her wet softness. The feeling of her heat and wetness as her pussy gripped my cock was unbelievable. As I felt her pubes hit mine I shot my load, Rose groaned in disappointment, but I was in heaven. Taking me by the hand she lead me upstairs to the bathroom.

Walking in front of me on the stairs, I could clearly see the pink of her pussy with my spunk bubbling from her hole. After we had cleaned up she took me to bed, as we kissed and cuddled I ran my fingers between her legs and feasted on her tits. Guiding my fingers to her pussy Rose spread her legs wide, with a little more guidance she started to breathe Anadolu Yakası Escort heavily. Concentrating hard on the spot she had directed me too I Varied the pressure and frequency as I rubbed her pinkness. Her squeals of pleasure, told me I was on right track. As she threw her head back and her whole body trembled and shook, I felt a surge of wetness on my fingers as I witnessed a women cumming for the 1st time.

Her orgasm seemed to last some time as she shook and shivered, unsure of what to do I kissed and stroked her thigh. My cock was raging hard again, pulling me onto her she guided me into her sopping hole. Slowly pushing my length into her,I felt her pussy grip me as she erupted into another orgasm. Wrapping her legs around my waist she pulled me deep inside her, moving her hips she ground herself against me. The feeling as her pussy worked on my sensitive bell end were and still are indescribable.

As I felt myself starting to cum I wanted to ram in and out of her. Rose kept her legs locked around my waist and as I erupted deep inside her she launched into her 3rd orgasm. Collapsing in a sweaty heap we slept. Feeling Rose struggling to get out from underneath me, I flopped on to the bed beside her.

“Happy 18th, did you like your present?”

“Oh yeah, can I have some more?”

“Well it’s nearly 5pm and my husband will be home shortly, maybe another day.”

Following her into the bathroom, we shared a shower. As I soaped her body I vowed I would have her again and learn more about the strange tangle of pink flesh between her legs. I hardly remember the 15 mile drive home as I thought about the world of pleasure Rose had exposed me too. Rose and I fucked each other at every opportunity over the following weeks and with her patient guidance I became a skilled lover.

The factory was put on short time, finishing at 2pm each day. Although the loss of wages in were painful, Rose and I were able to have sex every afternoon. Coming into work one morning I found the gates locked. The maintenance staff were on strike, telling us all to go home the manager said we should phone later. Giving 3 of the women lifts home Rose and I headed for her house. As normal I parked the car around the corner, Rose walked home and I went round the back, jumped the fence so the neighbours didn’t see me going into her home.

Having discovered that pussy tasted as good as it felt I loved licking her until her pussy poured girl cum. Knowing that we had the whole day together we were locked into 69 when the sound of a lorry pulling up outside had Rose running to the window.

“Oh fuck, that’s Brian my husband, you have to go, he will kill you.”

Not needing to be told twice I gathered my clothes. Getting out of the back bedroom window, I dropped onto the extensions roof, climbed over the fence and walked back to my car. As I drove off my heart was hammering and my cock was painfully stiff. Calling the factory later I was told the engineers had agreed to go back to work. Because nothing had been done over the weekend it would be Wednesday before the line would be running.

I was late getting up for work as some mates and I had been on a bit of a pub crawl the previous night. Arriving at work I was sure I was still pissed, running my little Wolsey Hornet into the gate post, confirmed my fears. Reversing off the post I settled down for a snooze, sometime later I woke to find a very angry looking manager banging on my car window.

Dragging me into his office he issued

“A verbal warning a written warning and a final written warning.”

I had no fucking idea what his problem was or how he could warn me 3 times about the same thing on the same day. Telling him to “go fuck himself” I screwed it up and wiped the warning across the arse of my jeans.

“Go home, sober up and come back tomorrow.”

Fully expecting to be sacked, I was in work early the next morning and by 8.30 I had loaded all the hoppers, filled the various other stations on the lines and sheepishly walked into his office at 9am.

“Feeling better this morning?”

“Yes, I am so sorry about yesterday.”

“Ok, I was young once”.

A large smile spread across his weathered face as he told me to sit down.

“I hear you will be leaving in October, joining the Marines” he exclaimed. Seeing a chance of keeping my job I relaxed. As we chatted, John said that he had been a paratrooper in WW2 and would be happy to help me prepare for military life. Tearing up my written warnings he smiled as he looked at me,

“Fair enough?

Thanking him I left his office, returning to the line I noticed that Rose wasn’t at work. The morning flew by as 5 lines were running. I was kept busy topping up the hoppers with, face cream, hand cream and nail polish. Part of the nail polish line required small ball bearings to be put into nail polish removal fluid and a single ball bearing to be dropped in the bottle, to agitate the polish when shaken. The removal fluid made the bearings cold. I used to take great pleasure in scooping up a few and trying to lob them down the front of the girls shirts. Bostancı Escort It still makes me laugh remembering the squeals of shock as a cold ball of steel found its way inside their bras.

It was a stunning day so I bought a can of coke and sandwich from the canteen and sat on the grass by the car park. As I finished my lunch, Rose waked across the car park. She looked stunning, she was wearing a short red and white summer dress. As she walked towards me I admired her long shapely legs. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her curves, as she got closer I could clearly see her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. Hidden by some trees she reached up for a kiss, as we kissed my hand dropped to her arse. The smoothness of her arse confirmed she wasn’t wearing panties either! Dropping my hand to the hem of her skirt my fingers soon found their way between her legs.

Rose was obviously very horny, she was absolutely drenched. Reaching between us, Rose unzipped my trousers and fished my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. A few strokes of her hand on my cock as I twiddled her clit and we were both ready to go. Turning away from me she put her hands on the tree spread her legs and pushed her arse out. Getting behind her my cock found her sopping wet hole. I bottomed out in her soaking wet pussy with one stroke. After a frantic fuck we laid on the grass, Rose suddenly looked serious.

“I have been to the doctors this morning.”

“Wondered why you weren’t at work, you ok?”

“Yes, never felt better.”

After a few minutes of silence I felt that she wanted to tell me something.

“So what’s up.”

“Nothing, well except I am pregnant!”

She quickly added, “Don’t worry, its what I wanted, Brian will be over the moon.”

“How far gone.” Was all I could think to say.

“12 weeks, due on 17 December.”

“I have wanted a baby for so long, it wasn’t working with Brian. Obviously I have been having sex with both you and Brian, so cant be sure who is the father. Don’t really care to be honest, as I love you both. I thought it was best to tell you, I don’t want anything from you, maybe one day you will come to see us and realise how complete and happy you have made us.”

As she talked I felt my cock stiffening, in a strange way knowing that her pregnancy was my child turned me on.

“Best I have some more cunt then before your belly gets to big!”

As I entered her with long powerful thrusts, sex took on a whole new meaning, as I shot my load into her steaming pussy I almost cried with joy and pleasure. That was the last time I saw Rose, she wiped herself with some tissues and headed for Johns office. She wasn’t on the line in the afternoon and her friend, Brenda, handed me a note as we got in our cars that evening.

” Darling Mike, I am so sorry that I didn’t have the courage to tell you earlier. We cannot be together as I don’t want anything to screw, what I now have, up. I hope you can understand my reasons, I am nearly twice your age, and love Brian. Please don’t come to the house or phone me, it really is the best solution.”

“Good luck in the Marines. Rose.”

Feeling slightly crushed I drove home in silence, by the end of my 15 mile drive I was wondering where I was gonna get regular sex now.

A couple of years later I heard Rose had died. Unsure if she died in child birth, apparently a piece detached from her lung and found its way to her heart, killing her and the baby.

Since Rose had introduced me to the pleasures of sex, I viewed women differently. Imagining how they looked when cumming, wondering how they tasted and smelt. After a few flings with girls my age in the village,I decided I needed an older women as none of them really satisfied me. I fucked most of them, hated having to wear a Durex and their inexperience frustrated me. I did enjoy putting Roses teachings to good use though, more than once they asked me,

“What the fuck are you doing too me.” As they crashed into their 3rd or 4th orgasm.

My chance came as mum asked me to go help out at the local jumble sale. It was run by a lady called Patricia and was in aid of the village hall. Patricia was a slim, elegant lady in her late 40’s. Explaining to me what she needed, we set to work sorting out the various bundles of clothes, toys and household items. On this particular day, Patricia was dressed in a unflattering plaid skirt that stopped just above her knee and a cream blouse. As I worked I watched her, trying to imagine what was underneath her boring clothes.turning her back to me she stooped and bent to pick up a heavy bundle of clothes.

The effort required her to bend a little more and as she spread her feet a little her skirt rode up a few inches, exposing her lower thighs to my greedy eyes. Rushing over to help, I was rewarded with a flashing smile, grabbing an end each we easily lifted the bundle onto the table. Returning to my table I watched as she bent and twisted trying to cut the string holding the bundle. As she lent across the package her skirt rode up and I was sure I could see the top of a Stocking.

I Erenköy Escort had seen pictures of stockings in magazines, as I imagined her garter belt and suspenders my cock was rock hard. After a few minutes she asked if I would like a cup of tea and a biscuit, following her into the kitchen I had to adjust my cock as I watched her hips sway. The kitchen was quite small and narrow so I waited by the door as she put the kettle on. As she waited for the kettle to boil she opened a cupboard and reached for a tin on the top shelf.

As she stretched to reach the tin her blouse pulled taut, giving me a great view of the outline of her fairly small pert tits. Moving to one side she asked me to get the tin down. As I squeezed by her I took the opportunity to feel her arse, putting my hand flat I let my fingers drop into the curve between her legs. Hoping that if she objected I could say it was accidental. As I got the tin down she turned to face me, her face seemed flushed and she was smiling.

“Thanks Mike I…..”

Her words were cut off as I squeezed by her again and placed my hand between her legs. Expecting the worst I prepared for a torrent of abuse, instead her legs parted slightly as she pushed her hips forward. Going for broke I leaned in and kissed her, wondering how I was going to explain myself if I had read her wrong. Kissing me back her tongue darted into my mouth as my hand caressed her tits. As the kiss continued I ran my hand up her thigh, confirming that she was wearing stockings.

When my finger reached her crotch she parted her legs, rubbing my finger along the slot of her pussy I was surprised at how wet her panties were. Moving her panties to the side I plunged 2 fingers into her dripping hole, then moved up to her clit. As I flicked her little nub with the tip of my finger her legs buckled as she let out a wail. Suddenly standing up, she pulled my hand from her snatch.

“We, I…cant do this, I am old enough to be your mother!”

“It doesn’t matter, I wont tell if you don’t,” I joked.

As she practically ran out of the kitchen I thought I had blown it, seeing her stop at the door and lock it my cock jumped in anticipation.

“Maybe we could just make each other cum, I cant have full sex with you”

Walking back towards me she stopped at her table, seeing the look of uncertainty on her face I kissed her as I laid her on the table. Moving down her body I lifted her skirt, exposing her hairy twat with her panties still pulled to one side. Unlike Rose her pussy was lipless and her bush was sparse, I could see the nectar running out of her open hole, lowering my head I ran my tongue the length of her pussy, loving the taste and musky scent of her gaping cunt. As my tongue worked on her clit I released my straining cock, as she started to cum her head flopped back as she moaned and hissed.

Taking a chance I straightened up, grabbed my cock, ramming it deep into her pussy was just what she needed, as my cock forced her folds apart she howled and thrashed about as she came again and again. Waiting until she came down I gently pushed in and out of her. Moving her arse to the edge of the table and sitting up she kissed me.

“It’s ok, I want to feel you to come deep inside me.”

As she started to come again my cock expanded and shot my load deep into her body.

“Thank you, that was amazing,

It has been so long since my husband bothered”

Looking particularly embarrassed and shy Patricia pulled her panties over her sodden hole, tugging her skirt down as she headed for the ladies. Washing my cock in the kitchen sink I shoved it back in my boxers and waited for her to come out of the ladies.

It was a full 15 minutes before she returned, her eyes were lowered and she looked really embarrassed.

“Why did you do that? I suppose it was just a one off, a good looking lad like you shouldn’t be interested in an old women like me”

“Nonsense, that was the best fuck of my life…..and your not old. You have a hot body, great legs and a pretty face.”

Patricia started to relax, my words were just what she needed to hear.

“So you would like to do it again?”

“Of course, come here, let me at you”

Giggling like a school girl her flashing smile returned.

“I didn’t mean now, I meant……would you like to spend time with me next week?”

As we finished sorting the bundles of clothes, Patricia explained that she had lots of spare time and would love to see me again when I had time. Later in the week I phoned her from work, she sounded genuinely happy to hear from me. Arranging to meet in a pub on Friday night, her parting comment “Don’t forget your toothbrush.” Made my cock throb.

The Three Tuns was about 30 miles away, obviously she didn’t want any of the locals seeing us together. It was a big old country pub, with a small hotel out the back. Looking at my watch I saw I was about 15 minutes early, so decided to wait in the car. About 30 minutes later her Rover P5B swept into the car park and parked opposite my car. The sight of Patricia as she got out of her car took my breath away. Her red hair was swept into a bun, gone was the heavy plaid skirt and dreary blouse. Her short dress was about 4″ above her knee and fitted her form perfectly, accenting her small breasts and the swell of her hips. Her long shapely legs were bare and she wore shoes with a 3″ heel.

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Author’s Note: I wish to express my unending appreciation to Literotica’s Copperbutterfly for her editing skills in making my story better for you readers.

I will never forget the day my life took a jackrabbit turn to the left and went racing off. It wasn’t the first time I had experienced a major hurdle in my life but it was probably the biggest one that came without warning.

Let me back up a bit and lay some groundwork. During my college years, I had met Anne and we began dating. The Friday after we had graduated on Sunday we got married. By then we had been living together for nearly two years and we knew we were compatible. We got along famously.

For three years, we changed jobs several times, each time both of us managing to better ourselves. Then Anne announced that she was pregnant and our joy was unbounded. By then she was just over two months along. Seven months later she delivered my first son, a bouncing baby boy that we named Daniel after his maternal grandfather. Although he was in ill health at the time, Anne’s dad was the only living relative we had to use as a role model; I was an orphan raised as a ward of the state and never adopted.

The only bad thing about Daniel’s birth was that there were complications during the birth. He was okay but Anne required a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. That meant that Daniel was not only my first son, he would be my only son.

That was okay. He was a great son, at least in my eyes. He wasn’t particularly outstanding at anything but very early he showed an interest in an enormously wide variety of subjects. As he got old enough, he got into Scouts and pee-wee football and t-ball, followed by Little League. His grades in school were very good, mostly A’s with a few B’s. Both his mom and I were very proud to call him our son.

Then we got bad news the year Daniel started junior high. Anne was diagnosed as having cancer. She endured weeks of treatment and was pronounced cancer free … for exactly seven months. Then it came back with a vengeance. She died five months later, exhausted and in constant pain, relieved only by shots that dulled the impact.

Daniel and I became a family of two. He took care of me. I took care of him. Eventually things returned to normal and settled into a routine. I kept up with my work and handled the housekeeping chores in the evenings and on weekends with a lot of Daniel’s help. Since Anne’s father had passed away when Daniel was only three years old, we only had each other but we made a pretty good team.

Once he got into college, Daniel could not decide in what direction he wanted his life to go. He had difficulty making a choice of majors, so for the first two years, he took a course of general studies before deciding on a pre-med path. He didn’t really want to be a doctor but would like to help in the medical profession some way.

The college Daniel had chosen was in a relatively small town, one that almost doubled in population when school was in session. They had a small professional fire department which was supplemented by volunteers. In his sophomore year, Daniel decided to join the volunteers and he was readily accepted after the required medical exams and completion of application forms. He trained, officially, with the pros one weekend a month and unofficially on many of the other weekends.

When one of the paid emergency medical technicians moved to a bigger city for more money, the city found it difficult to fill the position. Daniel applied to fill in until they could find someone and with his schooling and after taking a crash course to become state certified, he became a volunteer EMT.

One weekend Daniel came home on a visit and poured out his heart. He loved the EMT work and vowed that he had found his life’s work. He was going to finish school and find a place where he could work full time in a job that would help people, just as he had always wanted.

In the meantime, he had met a young lady named Kathy, a very beautiful woman who was a year older than Daniel. However that didn’t seem to matter to either of them. They dated for a while and when she invited him to move into her apartment, he did. As Anne and I had done years earlier, Daniel and Kathy married shortly after he graduated from college.

Although she was working, she gave up her job and they moved to another larger city, one that was far enough from me that we didn’t get to see each other very often. However they had an opening for a reasonably well-paid EMT and lots of opportunities to help people., so they moved and Kathy found another job near their new home.

For most of two years, we would see each other for a few hours about every three months or on special holidays, when I would drive over to visit them or they would come see me. With Daniel gone, our house seemed like a sprawling mansion, far too big for me, and I thought about selling and moving into something smaller. However consolidating our things was painful to contemplate, especially since it would mean losing one more Bostancı Escort tie to my wonderful wife. So I simply kept putting it off.

September 11, 2001 was a shock to the whole nation. Daniel volunteered to go to New York to help with the massive recovery effort and when he came back weeks later, he was a changed man. His ready smile was gone, replaced by a consistent look of agony. He called me two or three times a week and I always had the feeling that he wanted to say something but just didn’t know how to bring it out.

Of course the nation went to war against terrorists. First it was in Afghanistan, then Iraq. As the months went by, Daniel became more and more concerned. Then one day he called to say that he had enlisted because the military was always short of medical technicians and he felt it was his duty to serve his country. I didn’t want him to go but how could I argue against that logic?

All too soon Daniel shipped out to Iraq. Kathy and I talked on the phone three or four times every week. If she got the rare phone call from Daniel, she’d tell me all about how he was doing. If she got a letter, which was fairly often, she read me all but the personal stuff. I know she wrote him often and so did I but it probably took several weeks for the mail to arrive.

One evening about three months after Dan’s last visit home just before he went overseas, Kathy had just read me Daniel’s last letter when there was a long pause before she continued.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, Kathy! That makes me so happy! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine. I went to the doctor today for my first check-up. I’m just over three months along so the baby will be about two months old when Dan comes home.”

“That is fantastic. What a present for him when he gets back!”

“I just wish he was here to share it with me.”

“Are you all right, Kathy?”

“Yes, just having a little morning sickness but I’ll be okay.”

We talked a little longer and then said our goodbyes. Damn! I was going to be a grandpop! What a feeling!

I hardly had time to enjoy it. Six weeks later, Kathy called crying so hard I could barely understand her. She had just had a visitor from the Army who told her that Daniel’s helicopter had been shot down with a rocket and all hands on board had been killed. Suddenly my world fell apart.

The next week was a whirlwind of activity, all of it sad. Daniel’s body was brought home and, with Kathy’s agreement, we buried him in a plot near his mother’s grave, all with a full military service and 21 gun salute. That’s small consolation when you are burying your only child.

I turned my attention to Kathy. She wasn’t a blood relative but was the only family I had left. All of Anne’s family were dead, I never knew any of my own relatives and now my only son was gone. The only hope I had left was the life still inside Kathy’s swelling belly.

Leaving the cemetery, for the first time I realized that Kathy was very pale and not just from the stress of losing her husband. I coaxed her into talking and she told me that she’d begun to have some problems. Her doctor said that she needed to take it easy, quit working and do no major housework or she was at risk of losing the baby. Suddenly I was alarmed again.

Kathy tearfully explained that she couldn’t follow the doctor’s orders … if she quit working, she had no means of supporting herself and the baby. It didn’t take me long to decide what needed to be done. I convinced Kathy that she had to quit her job, let me move her into my big empty house and I would provide for her and my grandchild.

Somewhat reluctantly and with many tears, Kathy agreed that my solution was the only thing that made any sense. She called her boss and resigned and later told me that the people where she worked didn’t expect to see her come back, given the situation.

A couple of weeks later, I rented a truck and we drove over to their place. I hired a couple of young men to help me and we loaded their belongings into the truck and had them back at my house late the following morning.

Kathy had her choice of the three empty bedrooms and not surprisingly chose Daniel’s old room, which still had a lot of mementos of his earlier days. I began working on the adjacent bedroom, turning it into a nursery for the baby. We bought a crib to go in Kathy’s room and all new baby furniture for the nursery. She wanted to paint it a pale yellow, as a sort of “yellow ribbon around the old oak tree” in memory of Daniel but I made her promise to stay downstairs out of the fumes while I did the painting.

All through those days, there were many evenings when, after dinner, Kathy would curl up beside me and cry from missing Daniel. It became nearly a nightly ritual for weeks on end that I would sit on the sofa and hold her tightly while she cried herself out. Finally she would get up and waddle up the stairs to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. There was sadness for the loss of Daniel, Ümraniye Escort sadness for the loss of my Anne, but it was also tempered with anticipation of the birth of my grandchild. (She had decided that she didn’t want to know the sex of the baby until it was born and that was fine with me.)

Kathy felt so bad about the doctor’s orders that she just could not follow them. She cooked meals for us, she cleaned house, and she did the laundry, all in spite of my lectures and scoldings. Finally one evening I sat her down, looked her in the eye and said, “Kathy, if you have a miscarriage and cost me the only chance I’ll ever have of having a grandchild just because you felt the urge to “do something useful,” I will never forgive you.” Suddenly it was if the light had clicked on.

From that point on, Kathy rested and took care of herself and the baby. I handled the cooking, cleaning and laundry myself for a while, finally hiring a once-a-week maid service to provide some help.

When the time came for Kathy to go to the hospital, I was as nervous as if I was the father. Kathy had begged me to go with her to her childbirth classes and participate as her “coach” so I gowned up and joined her in the delivery room, a little uncomfortable at seeing my daughter-in-law’s now shaven pussy as it began to dilate … and a dear little girl’s head appeared. She was perfect … the redness and wrinkles and mess didn’t mean a thing when her shrill little cry signaled the start of a new life.

Because of her previous problems, the doctor kept Kathy and the baby in the hospital for three days rather than the customary one but when the nurse wheeled her to my car and handed me my little bundle of joy to hold while Kathy settled into the car, both of them were doing fine and given a clean bill of health by their doctor.

Kathy was adamant about breast feeding Danielle – she had decided early that she was going to name her child after its father, whether it was a boy or girl – and she was lactating freely by the time we went home. Danielle had lost a few ounces of her original 6 pounds 5 ounces but she took to the nipple with a passion and was soon nursing and gaining again.

Kathy was completely uninhibited about feeding Danielle in front of me. Since the birth of my grandchild, the sadness that we had shared had eased and we no longer got together for our hug-and-cry sessions. They were replaced by even more frequent feedings and, at least for the two weeks that I took off from work right after Kathy and Danielle came home, Kathy shared every feeding time with me. Those were tender moments.

They were also problematic situations. The more of Kathy’s swollen breasts I saw, the more I missed having sex. In all the time since Anne’s death, I had had sex with a woman exactly four times, never more than once with the same lady. Each of the four was a wonderful woman in her own right but compared to my Anne, each was missing something I needed, a certain loving quality.

Now watching Kathy feeding my granddaughter made me yearn for that sexual release again. Was it the beauty of the act of providing life-sustaining fluid to the child? Was it her own beautiful face that made me yearn to take her? Was it the voluptuousness of her body, which was undoubtedly as fine as any woman I’d ever known? I didn’t know and knew I could not let my feelings be known. I watched … and covered my arousal behind a casually held newspaper or magazine until Kathy carried the child to bed and I could escape to my room.

Days passed quickly in much the same routine as Kathy regained her strength and the baby grew. My time off passed quickly and I went back to work. Kathy was feeling well enough that she took over the household chores, even telling me that I should cancel the weekly maid service but I decided to keep it. Still she did the cooking and laundry for both of us and Danielle, took her out for daily strolls and generally made herself useful.

One evening over dinner, Kathy said, “Dad, I’ve decided it’s time I looked for a job and contributed to our upkeep.”

“Why, Kathy? Are you not comfortable with our situation?”

“No, Dad. I don’t want to keep sponging off you. I want to earn something to help raise Danielle.”

“Kathy, you can do that if you insist. However I wish you wouldn’t. Financially we’re doing fine with what I make. If you’d like, I can set up a separate bank account for you so you don’t need to feel like you have to ask me for money…I’m sorry I hadn’t thought of that before.”

“But, Dad, it’s just not right for me to sponge off you.”

“Kathy, you’re not sponging off me. You’re taking care of my house, you’re cooking my meals, you’re doing my laundry. And most important, you are raising my granddaughter. I would prefer that you concentrate on those things, just like you have been. I don’t think you’re sponging. You are performing probably the most important job on earth – being a mother.”

She pushed her chair back, walked around the table and hugged Kartal Escort and kissed me. “Oh, Dad,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, “you have been so good to me. I love you, Dad.”

Grateful that she was not looking in my eyes where she could see my tears, I hugged her and managed to rasp, “I love you, too, Kathy.”

After cleaning up from dinner, we spent some time in the den, reading and watching TV until time for Danielle’s 10 o’clock feeding. Right on time, her plaintive little cry signalled time for a diaper change. Kathy brought her back to the den a few minutes later and settled onto the sofa, opening her blouse and nursing bra, revealing her magnificent, milky breast. She lifted it in one hand and Danielle in the crook of her other arm until the hungry child, latched onto the distended nipple as if she had just found treasure.

I watched, fascinated, as my granddaughter drank the precious fluids from her mother’s body. And, as usual, it had the same impact on me. I crossed my legs, lowered my magazine to my lap to cover my erection and kept watching. Kathy smiled at her daughter, then at me, before turning her attention back to the semi-sleeping babe.

When Kathy finally burped Danielle and took her up to her crib to put her down to sleep, I took the opportunity to escape to my bedroom across the hall. Turning back the covers, I slipped out of my clothes and under the covers, my thoughts a jumble of mixed passions. I lay there trying to sleep, trying to settle down the controversy raging in my mind, trying to shut out the sounds of Kathy as she showered and got ready for bed.

I finally closed my eyes, forcing my mind to shut off the erotic thoughts that kept flooding back. Finally I felt my heart rate slowing and thought that sleep might be achievable after all … just as the door to my room creaked open. I saw the outline of Kathy’s lush body against the faint nightlight she kept in the hallway. I wondered if something was amiss.

However she didn’t speak. She slowly, carefully moved over to the side of my bed. To my surprise, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed. Very carefully, obviously trying to keep from disturbing me, she eased back until her form was spooned with my body.

“Dad?” she whispered.

“Yes?” I replied.

“Please hold me.”

Ohmigosh! Was there anything I would rather do? I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me, laying my cheek beside hers after kissing her neck. It must have been a dream, an apparition, a figment of my fertile imagination. But no, the sweet smell of her hair, the soft warmth of her body was real.

I was a little embarrassed when my cock grew stiff and poked her bottom. I started to back away but she reached back and captured my cock through my briefs and held me so I couldn’t move away. Seconds passed. I was afraid to break the spell, afraid that it wasn’t real.

Then she whispered, “Dad? Please don’t think badly of me. I NEED you. Please!”

I reached around her and tugged her back to me tightly, laying my head cheek-to-cheek with hers. She smelled oh-so-good and I wanted her so badly.

But was this the right thing to do? I agonized for long seconds and finally whispered, “Kathy are you sure?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m very sure.”

Any resistance I had crumbled away like a sand castle in front of a spring storm. My hand moved over her side and glided over her smooth stomach, then slipped upward until it cupped her fabulous breast. I felt her push her chest forward, pressing her breast into my hand as she sighed.

Her hand had not been idle either. She had worked the waistband of my briefs down until it was under my scrotum and she was frantically fondling my cock and balls. The foreplay must have lasted all of … maybe 30 seconds before my hand slid between her legs and found her shaven pussy lips coated with her own slick moisture.

Quickly she twisted her body until she was on her back and said in a plaintive croak, “Please, Dad! I need you in me!”

I scrambled up and over her and she guided my stiff member into her overheated pussy. I had every intention of taking it slow and easy and fucking her so long. That resolution lasted until my first stroke ended at my root and suddenly I was thrusting hard and fast, in total bliss from the indescribably wonderful sensations emanating from my cock.

Unfortunately the lack of activity for so long and the desire I had developed for Kathy did me in. In just a few pumps, my balls began spewing their load into Kathy’s wonderful cunt. I had blown it! This might have been my one opportunity and I had screwed it up royally!

No sooner did I feel the beginnings of my release than I knew I had been so much less than I wanted to be to this dear woman. “I’m sorry, Kathy, I am so sorry!” I pled for forgiveness, for destroying the ultimate moment of tenderness, because I had unthinkingly done nothing for my sweet partner.

“Shhhh, Dad. Don’t worry about it. Shhhh,” she whispered, brushing softly at my face. I thought to move off her but her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist and I realized that she had my cock in a tight grip, still inside her wonderful pussy. She kept whispering to me that it was okay, that she understood … and that there would be other times!

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After obtaining a prescription for a miracle of modern medicine, Tracy and I started finding reasons to see each other two or three times a week. Sometimes it would be just for company while shopping for everyday items, other times it would be a “date” for dinner or a movie. On one of our shopping trips, she insisted we stop in Victoria’s Secret and she brought a couple of sheer negligee’s and two pair of sexy panties. Needless to say, when we got back to her house I demanded a fashion show to show off her new purchases and neither the negligee or panties stayed on for long. One night she popped in as I was cooking dinner for the express purpose of giving me a blow job before she went to a work related meeting.

The next night, I decided to return the favor before I went to volunteer at the local movie theater re-purposed into a concert venue. I had decided after my wife passed that I needed to find something to occupy my time in the evenings and volunteering there was a good way to occasionally hear some good music, meet new people and generally pass the time I would have otherwise wasted watching TV or surfing the net. Some nights I’d sell or take tickets, other nights tend bar and even got to be the emcee once or twice.

After knocking, I let myself in and found Tracy in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. Moving behind her, I slipped my arms around her waist and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. My right hand moved lower and worked between her thighs to cup her mound. “MMMmmmm…” she cooed as my hand worked back and forth. Quickly I unbuttoned her jeans and worked the zipper down before

pushing her jeans down to her knees. Turning her around I pressed my lips hard to hers as I lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter. Tracy kicked off her jeans as I leaned down and caught the waistband of her panties between my teeth. Stretching the elastic I hooked my fingers beneath it and, as she lifted her ass off the counter, I worked her panties down her legs and off her ankles. I started biting her inner thighs, turning my head to alternate sides with each bite a little higher. When I reached the top, I spread her legs wide and bit the tendon connecting her hip to her thigh. My fingers spread her labia exposing her clit which was swollen to almost twice it’s normal size. I blew a couple of puffs of air on it which caused her to shudder excitedly before slipping my tongue into her tunnel and letting my mustache tickle her clit. After probing her for a couple of minutes, I slid my tongue out and flicked her clit repeatedly. Her breathing and groaning told me she was close to her release so I caught her clit between my teeth and rubbed the tip of my tongue rapidly back and forth across her sensitive nub. Her thighs squeezed my head as I felt her body spasm and I quickly released her clit to lap up as much of her flow as possible. Straightening up, I smiled and bent down to kiss her quickly. As I turned to go she pleaded “Aren’t you going to stay and fuck me properly?”

“I can’t tonight…gotta go or I’ll be late”

“You bastard, you get me all worked up and you’re just going to leave me like this?”

I smiled “Yep. Next time I’ll ravish you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed about but I just needed a bite to eat before I go to collect tickets.”

“You’ll be lucky if there ever is a next time” she snapped in feigned indignation before I blew her a kiss and quickly retreated out the kitchen door.

That night the music was good, the crowd a good mix of young and old and my spirits high after teasing Tracy enough to get her off, but not enough to satisfy her. My phone buzzed with a text just before the band took a set break “Hav ur ass at my house at 7 tomorrow. Make sure ur dog is set 4 d night becuz u gonna b l8…and maybe you’d better take 2 of them pills.” I grinned as I put my phone away.

The next night, after the dog went for a long walk, had a full bowl Göztepe Escort of food and a few treats scattered around, I walked down to Tracy’s and at 6:59 I knocked on the door. When she answered the door my jaw dropped. She was standing there in a dark green see-through negligee with no bra and the skimpiest thong I had ever seen. For a 62 year old woman, she was scalding hot. Her nipples were erect with excitement and the dark green netting was perfectly complimented by her reddish brown hair. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, leaned down and caught her ear lobe between my teeth and tugged it to the edge of pain before whispering hoarsely “You look fucking beautiful.”

“I’d better look beautiful enough to fuck, mister…..my batteries got a workout last night after you so cruelly left and I don’t have any more.” she growled.

My hand moved up and pinched her nipple hard as I felt the chemical assistance kick in and my cock stiffened immediately. My other hand dropped to her ass…..squeezing each still firm mound and pressing her close so my bulge pressed hard against her belly. “Ohhhhh…………yes” she moaned “I want that inside me….NOW.”

I backed her against the wall and stooped down to claw at her thong, almost ripping it down her legs. While she stepped out of the thong, I stood and tore open my belt buckle, the button of my jeans and ripped the zipper down. Moving my hips as I rubbed my head along her swollen lower lips caused my jeans to slide down my legs. Placing my hands against Tracy’s ass, I lifted her up and lowered her down to impale her on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I repeatedly drove into her with hard thrusts. This was not tender lovemaking or sympathy sex, this was full on battle of unbridled lust.

After a few minutes, age caught up with me and I had to set her down. “On your knees, slut…….ass in the air.”

Calling her a slut seemed to take her to another level. “You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?”

“Yes, I want to be your slut to use and I want you to be my stud to use as I see fit. Now stick your cock in me before I turn around and bite it off.”

Not wanting to see just how serious she might be, I gripped her hips and shoved roughly into her again. My hips drove against her ass as she completely engulfed me. I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled it as I pistoned in and out. Tracy hit her peak and let out a stifled scream as her vaginal muscles clamped down around my cock sending me into a frenzy and what felt like a massive explosion.

I collapsed against her back, kissed her neck and then slipped my cock from her as her pussy dripped a bit of our mixed cum. Stretching out on the floor, unable to move, I held her close. She kissed me tenderly and sighed “Thank you, that was just what I needed and how I needed it.”

After a few minutes rest, Tracy’s hand found my cock and slowly stroked it. “You’re still hard, even after an orgasm.”

“Yeah, I guess the pharmaceutical company figures us old guys may not get it often so they’d better make it so we could go more than once.”

“Well, you fucked me so hard my pussy is going to need a while before it wants any more visitors. But I want to ask a question.”

Eyeing her a bit suspiciously, I replied “Go ahead, but the last question you asked got us into this predicament.”

“Remember the first time when you stuck your finger in my ass and caused me to cum? Did you used to do that with Mary when she was alive?”

“Yes, although she was not as excited by it as you seemed to be, I did occasionally do that to her as well”

“Did you ever fuck her in the ass?”

“Yes, she seemed to like that even less than my finger, but we did do it a couple of times.”

“Would you do that with me?” she asked a bit shyly. “I’ve never had a guy back there, and after your finger, İstanbul Escort I’ve thought about almost nothing else.”

“If you want, I’d love to. I’ll take it slow and if it ever hurts too much, I’ll stop and not be upset with you.”

She flopped her leg over me and turned to give me a long tongue filled kiss. We kissed some more as she rubbed my still stiff cock with her leg. “Let’s go to bed”, I said as we broke our kiss, “this floor is too hard and too cold for these old bones.”

She rolled off of me and I stood and helped her up before following her down the hall, my eyes glued on that prize that would soon be mine.

“Do you have any lubricant? The last thing I want is for this to hurt you and cause you distress.”

She pointed at the dresser. “I got some today” she smiled mischievously.

“Pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you, my little slut”

“No, not really sure of myself at all, but I know I want to experience it….and I want to experience it with you.”

I grabbed the tube of KY and laid on the bed, pulling Tracy onto the bed so she straddled my face. Holding the tube in one had to warm it up a bit, I used my other hand to stroke lightly along her lower lips and across her perineum. The tip of my tongue worked under her hood and teased and circled her clit. Popping open the tube, I squeezed a bit of lube along the cleft of her ass and moved my finger along her crevice to get my finger sufficiently coated. As my tongue worked up into her pussy, I pressed my finger against her tight pucker. Slowly I worked it into her, stopping at the first knuckle until I felt her ring of muscle relax and accept my presence. Tracy groaned and rocked on my tongue as I pushed deeper until the second knuckle was buried. I wiggled my finger which caused her to jump. “Ohh, lord, that feels fucking amazing.”, she moaned.

After pushing in as far as my finger could reach, I slowly withdrew until it was almost fully out before pushing it back in deep again. I stroked her for a few minutes as I feasted on her tasty pussy and then moved out from under her and knelt behind her. I put some lube in my palm and started to stroke my cock to cover it and then smacked her ass with my cock head a few times. Her anus was still open from it’s massage and I positioned myself against it and slowly pushed my head inside. Tracy gasped and I stopped for a moment, lingering just inside to let her get used to the feel.

Starting again I pushed steadily until my pubic hair was mashed against her ass. Tracy moaned , whimpered and sighed as wave after wave of new feelings careened through her. I reached around and brushed my fingers across her clit which caused her to tense up. “No, leave my clit alone. I want you to fuck my ass until I come.”

Knowing what she wanted, and that she wanted it from me, I complied immediately. Slow and steady for the first couple of minutes, and then increasing the speed and need. Each time my hips hit her ass, Tracy grunted and pushed back against me. I gripped her hip with my right hand while my left reached out for a fistful of her hair. Pulling against her hair for leverage I sent my cock repeatedly into her. Tracy’s moans ran together into one long guttural sound before she started bucking and thrashing like a banshee. Her orgasm lasted a full thirty seconds before she moved forward, ejecting my cock with a pop, and collapsed on the bed.

I held her tight until she stopped trembling and then brushed her hair from her face before kissing her eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. In a very sleepy voice, I heard her say “I know this is supposed to be a friends thing, but I think I love you.”

It took me a moment to process what I had just heard and by the time I replied, she was softly snoring. “I’m pretty sure I love you, too” I said as I drifted off to join her in dreamland.

The next morning I opened Anadolu Yakası Escort my eyes to see Tracy looking down at me as she ran her fingernail lightly along the underside of my cock. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk today after getting fucked that hard in both my pussy and my ass. But you didn’t get to cum in my ass, did you? I was really hoping you would.”

I crooked my fingers and brushed it lightly along her cheek “No, modern science can help me get hard and stay hard, but it doesn’t help me recover any quicker.” I smiled a bit wickedly and continued “After a few hours sleep though….”

She laughed and squeezed my cock playfully “Come on, I need a shower and I need you to wash my……back.” She got up and started walking, or should I say gimping, toward the bathroom “Oh, God, I’m so fucking sore you bastard.”

Chuckling, I got up and joined her in the bathroom as she was running the shower to get the water warm. We stepped inside and closed the door. I took her shower gel and squeezed some onto my one palm and, after rubbing my hands together to spread the gel, placed my hands flat on her breasts and cleaned and massaged them. Her nipples hardened against my palms and my fingers slid down her skin and I caught each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. I pinched each and then rolled them back and forth as Tracy stood there, eyes closed, totally enjoying the sensations as the warm water cascaded over us. I pinched each nipple hard again before squeezing more gel into my hand and lathering up her stomach and moving my hand lower when I suddenly stopped. Tracy’s bush had been fairly thick and unkempt, with enough gray in it to verify her age, but now it was trimmed into a thin landing strip and it was the same reddish brown as her hair. “You like it?” she asked.

“It looks fantastic,” I replied, “When did you do that?”

“After you left me worked up the other night, I decided you weren’t going to leave me in need again, so I decided to give my crotch a makeover. But now, leave my pussy alone, it’s my turn to wash you.”

Stooping down she took the gel and placed a dollop on my tip. She rubbed her thumb across the tip and then wrapped her hand around my head. Working hand up and down, she stroked me slowly. My pharmaceutical aid must not have completely left my system as I felt my cock lengthen and stiffen. “I want that thing clean, I know where it’s been.” Tracy giggled.

“And it will be there again” I groaned.

Tracy looked up and me “You bet your ass it will, and it’s going to cum in me, too. But not today, if you do, I won’t walk for a week.”

I smiled as she applied more gel to her hand and reached around to clean my ass. Her fingers moved slowly up and down my cleft as she leaned in closer and kissed the tip of my cock. Opening her mouth, she descended on my shaft until her nose was tight to my pubes. As she worked her lips and tongue along my shaft, I felt her press her finger against my tight pucker. I groaned loudly as her finger wiggled into my ass. The feeling was amazing and unique for me since no woman had ever done that before. Tracy massaged my prostrate as her mouth attacked my cock like a woman possessed. I let her continue a few minutes before grabbing her hair and starting to fuck her mouth violently. My swollen head tickled her tonsils repeatedly as I felt my release building rapidly. Pulling her head tight to my hips, my head entered her throat and my body jerked madly as wave after wave of cum slid down her throat. As my orgasm subsided, she kissed lightly along my sensitive shaft causing it to jerk and wave in the air. I helped her up and kissed her long and deep, the taste of my cum coating her tongue. Breaking our kiss, I smiled at her “You really are one sexy old broad.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. I’ve had more orgasms and better sex with you in the last couple of months than I did in twenty two years of marriage.”

We dried each other off and each put on our jeans but no shirts and headed for the kitchen. “I need some coffee and something to eat before we decide how we’re going to spend the rest of the day.” she said with a devilish smile on her lips.

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“Damn, I knew I should have gotten my key back,” as I entered my place and smelled the heavenly aroma of my favorite Italian meal… fresh made lasagna, lamb chops, garlic bread, heavy on the garlic… Too bad the garlic didn’t kill the tall, smooth, chocolate brotha standing in my kitchen.

“Surprise! I knew you’d be too tired to cook, and you were out of town on your birthday.” I smile, as good as it smelled, I was exhausted and annoyed over work. And the fact that he was in my condo un-invited, made my annoyance that much greater. “Thanks,” I somehow muttered, “You shouldn’t have.” “You’re annoyed… I know the key was only for me to do laundry while I waited for my new washer to be delivered. But, I just thought I’d surprise you for your birthday. My washer has been delivered, the key is on the coffee table. I promise, I did not intend to keep it.” Damn, now I feel bad… a little. “No, it’s cool. Work was just annoying, I am so over these entitled folks feeling like we should pat them on the back and give them extras for doing their jobs. Extras is for those who go above and beyond. I’m just over it.” “I hear you,” he replies. “Why don’t you go put down you back, take a long hot shower and relax?” Actually, it sounds pretty good, and my stomach is growling. “Snitch!” I think to my stomach as I roll my bag into the bedroom.

I put my bag down, plug in my phone and begin to unpack. Hell, tomorrow is Saturday and I’ll be doing laundry, what am I doing? I slip off the stilettos I’ve had on all day and stretch my aching calves and feet, slide my skirt down as I glance in the mirror. I forgot I had worn that cute black lace thong I bought last Ataşehir Escort week, trying to make myself feel sexy since the divorce. I pull my top over my head and drop it to the floor, while still looking in the mirror. Damn, girl, you are still fine, especially for a 50 year old! I smile at myself for a second and then head into the master suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo my bun and let my hair fall into thick, black curls and waves that fall past my shoulders. I check the water temp, and unfasten my bra.

I get a whiff of the dinner cooking in the other room, and then imagine what’s waiting under the apron. A girl can imagine, can’t she? My nipples harden, and my clit rises at the thought… et tu? I think as my body gives me away. I pull off the thong and hop into the shower. I love the Bath and Body works lavender shower oil. I feels and smells wonderful as the hot water and steam release the tension of the day. I begin to wash, but linger a little longer on my pierced nipples. I turn to let the hot water fall on my back and spread my lips… a little extra pressure and time on my aching pierced clit. You haven’t had any for a minute, you play this right, you can get dinner and a good lay. I hope this brotha can fuck… I need some serious stress relief.

I reach back to wash my ass, spread my cheeks open moving a little slower than necessary… mmmm, it would be nice to feel a brotha move up from behind, squeezing my ass… mmmm… wait, did I just moan out loud?? Good thing I’m in the shower. I decide to go ahead a relieve a little stress since I was aroused anyway, stroking my clit with one finger… mmmmmm, Acıbadem Escort another moan… I let my head back, mouth open… my other hand squeezing my nipple… I imagine him joining me in the shower, I can feel his hands as they roam my body, up my hips, over my stomach, pulling me back into him, I can feel the full length of his dick against my back. Damn! His hands slide over my small, but perky tits and begin to massage them. He begins to pull me back against him, I can feel his chest on my back. That is nice! He begins to kiss the back of my neck, my back, down my spine to hips and turns me around.

The water is splashing off the top of his head as he spreads my lips exposing my now hard clit. “Nice!” he says, just before massaging it with his tongue. My pussy immediately begins to throb… “tattletale, you could at least wait a few minutes… ” He massages my clit with his tongue as both hands grasp and squeeze my ass, pulling me into his face. I feel his tongue caressing and exploring my pussy, while his hands caress and explore my ass. mmmmmm… more moans, then suddenly, he slides his tongue into my slit while he slides his finger into my ass! AAAAHHH! I am going to cum! I think he feels my body tighten and slows, raising his kisses back up to my stomach. SHIT! He stands up, pulls me against him and begins to kiss me, fully tasting the sweetness of my own pussy. He turns the water off. leads me out of the shower and into the master suite, lays me on the bed and kneels down, spreads my lips and dives in… Fuck, I’m dizzy this shit is so good! (At this point, I am literally laying on my bed, fingering myself, I think İstanbul Escort I’m about to cum)

“Damn, you took relaxing, literally, huh? I was wondering what was taking you so long… ” Shit! I still straight up! How long has he been standing at the door? He grins, arms folded as he leans against the door frame. “May I join you?” Hell, why not? I think to myself. “Sure… ” He pulls his shirt over his head, slides his jeans down, freeing his not very small dick from his boxers… What the fuck did I get myself into? As horny and wet as I am… I’m not sure about this. He sees my apprehension and literally kneels down in the same position as I had just been imagining… Without saying a word, he devours my as I almost scream out while I grab the sheets, toes curled… FUCK!! Please don’t cum, please don’t cum… not yet, but my body is about to betray me… He stands, slides me up on the bed and leans over me, I can feel the heat of his body… I can feel the tip at my entrance… he knows what he is doing, he is trying to let my body settle down, but every inch of my body is on 10! He kisses me, engages me in conversation… I really don’t want to talk, but it’s working, my breathing slows, my heart rates slows, and we actually start laughing… I tell him I’m a little nervous about his… ummm… girth… He smiles and kisses me, awakening my body all over again, I am suddenly aware of his tip at my entrance again… He slowly, as he’s kissing me, begins to slide in. OMG, it feels like he is filling every inch of my walls.

Once in, he stops, kisses me, caresses me, sucking my very hard nipples, I can feel his fingertips on my hips and I can’t help but lift my legs, pulling him deeper inside me, moving against him. I think I am going to explode. Is this shit that damn good or has it just been that long?? He allows me to work my hips until he can tell that I am comfortable with is size… and then… omg…

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-I apologize that this one has been so long coming. I had most of it written a week or two after the last chapter but got writer’s block going into the date. I have had this finished for a few months, but life got in the way of editing this one. Thank you to all my readers and their patience. I hope to be wrapping this one up in another chapter or two.-

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Without any groceries in the house, Oscar made the wise choice to go to Mel’s Diner the next morning. It was his favorite place to eat and a staple of everyone in town. Mel’s was family-owned for two generations, and someday soon, it would probably be three. Melvin Clark Jr. had taken over from Melvin Sr. who ran the place when Oscar was a kid. Oscars ties to Mel’s went back is rookie days as a patrolman. His first patrol included this area, so he usually started and stopped his shift here with a cup of coffee. In fact, that was how he met his late wife Wanda, she waited tables here and worked the morning shift.

As soon as Oscar walked through the door, Hanna, Mel’s oldest daughter, who was hostess, shouted out back to her father.

“Dad,” she hollered behind her with a massive grin beaming at Oscar. “We got an escaped jailbird here! Better call the cops!”

“Haha,” Oscar barked at her as he hung his coat on the hooks in the entranceway. “I was let out on good behavior.”

“Oh, we know,” Hanna said. “Dad and I saw that weird press conference. The rumor was that you got a beating in there from an orderly.”

“No beat down for me. Just good beating on an orderly that didn’t understand the meaning of the word “No.”

Hanna was Melvin’s oldest daughter of his four. At forty, she definitely looked it and never tried to hide it. She was the spitting image of her mother with blond hair dark rim glasses. They both had pointy noses with dark brown eyes. In all honesty, Hanna was not a looker but had all her father’s ambitions. She planned to take over for her dad when he retired. Oscar knew from prior talks with Melvin, he was ok with that but not the idea of retirement.

The diner was still empty on a Sunday because it was still way before the local churches let out. Oscar knew the routine well. If he got here before seven, he could always get his favorite booth in the back. Old cop habits died hard, and training always taught him to put his back against a wall with a clear sight of all the exits.

Oscar didn’t wait for Hanna to seat him. He just walked down to the booth at the far end and sat down. A few minutes later, Hanna dropped a cup of coffee in front of him just the way he liked it.

“You in a rush to order, or can you wait a bit for Rene to come in?” she asked, watching as a few new patrons walked in.

“No rush at all, hun,” Oscar replied. “I could use the paper if you got one. Don’t hurry, though.”

“I’ll have dad bring it out, he has a present for you,” she told him and then walked up to take care of the new customers. “Glad to have you back.”

Mel’s Diner was you’re traditional all chrome fifties-style diner. They were famous for the best hash browns in the county, and as per usual, Oscar would likely place two orders. The hash browns were just as good the next morning if he heated them in the microwave. That was no easy feat.

Oscar sipped at his coffee and watch the few cars out on the road this early. The Diner was right at the edge of town, making it a commonplace for everyone in the whole area.

“Oscar,” said a big heavyset man with Santa Claus style beard. “Good to have you back, man.”

Melvin, the owner, took a seat opposite Oscar and slid him the newspaper. It wasn’t just the newspaper though, underneath the paper he carried was something framed.

Oscar lifted the paper and laughed at the sight. Melvin had cutout last week’s news headline about Oscar saving a nurse. It was framed for Oscar and everything. Melvin pointed at a hook on the wall behind Oscar.

“Figured you might want to hang that up over your booth,” Melvin joked.

“Thanks, but I didn’t do anything,” Oscar said, holding his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melvin said mockingly. “Just like back in ninety-five when you were off duty, and that guy came in with a knife to rob me. I swore that kid shit bricks when you pulled your gun.”

“Right place, right time Mel,” Oscar said modestly. “Doesn’t always work that way.”

“True, but I thought my old friend deserved a bit of recognition.”

“Well then, I thank you,” Oscar said, extending his hand to the big man.

They shook hands, and Mel replied, “Your welcome, and I am sorry I missed your welcome home party yesterday. Nat swung by to invite us, but I couldn’t leave the diner.”

“No biggie,” Oscar said, placing the frame on the wall. “How long have we known each other? I know the drill, my friend. The only time I see you is here or if your wife invites me to dinner.”

“I am a workaholic. You know that. You’re going to have to tell me later about how they treat the patients up at Winterbrook. I have heard some horror stories.”

“I will. For now, let’s just say it isn’t so bad except Kartal Escort for the strictness. Us, old fogies are hard to break from bad habits.”

Mel tapped Oscar on the shoulder, “They took your cigars away, didn’t they?”

“You know it,” Oscar remarked, smirking.

The bell on the main door rang as more people began coming in. It Looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at Mel’s.

“I think that is my cue,” Mel said, getting up from the table. “Rene should be here any minute.”

“Did someone say my name?” echoed from a tiny voice in the kitchen.

“Nevermind,” remarked Mel as he shuffled off to the kitchen. He waved goodbye to Oscar and shook his head as he walked away.

“I heard my favorite customer is here!” chirped a tiny blonde girl as she tied her apron over her jeans and t-shirt. Then walked over to Oscar’s booth, almost skipping with bubbliness.

Renee was the youngest daughter of Mel’s, and let’s just say, she was very much a surprise to the family when she was born. At four foot eight, she was a bubbly bundle of energy that never stopped. She looked nothing like any of her older sisters except her blonde hair. No pointy nose, not tall and lanky. Mel used to joke that she was the mailman’s kid, but there was no way she wasn’t his. Her eyes were the spitting image of Melvin Jr.’s baby blues. Natalie had babysat her most of her life, so Oscar was like her uncle. The girl wasn’t more than twenty and going to college for psychology. She only worked for her dad on the weekends.

“Hey, Tiny,” Oscar said to her.

“Hey, grumpy pants,” she quipped back. “The usual?”

“You know it.”

“DAD! OSCAR WANT HIS USUAL!” she screamed to the kitchen.

“Rene! No screaming!” jabbed Hanna from the front area, shaking her head in embarrassment.

The petite girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Oscar. She snickered at Hanna and pointed her finger.

“Some people, am I right?” she joked with Oscar.

“How’s school?” Oscar asked, trying to change the subject. He did on want to get in the middle a sister squabble. Those never ended well.

“Meh,” she said, leaning in closer to Oscar. “Why don’t you tell me about the big house?” she whispered to him.

“I was not in the big house,” Oscar stated dryly. “Just a mental health facility.”

“Stage any prison breaks, or get electroshock, or or…”

“No, ” Oscar said, interrupting her. “Nothing like that. It was pretty boring until I took out that orderly.”

“Didja karate chop him like in the movies?” Rene teased make a swinging gesture with her arms.

“No, just tripped him with my cane,” he told her. “It was pretty unremarkable. He was just a dumbass.”

“Did it make ya miss being a cop?” she asked, being more serious.

“Nah.”

Hanna walked up to them with a pissed look on her face. Her hands were crossed, and her eyes were daggers. The diner behind looked like it was filling up quickly even for a Sunday.

“Leave poor Oscar alone, shrimp,” Hanna said. “I got you four more booths while you were over here bull shiting. So get to work.”

“Sure thing dear wonderful great much much much older sister of mine,” Rene replied with a salute. “Bet they don’t tip nearly as good as you,” she said to Oscar while fluttering eyes mocking innocence at him and then vanished.

“Seriously, Oscar,” Hanna said, smiling. “I don’t know why you encourage her.”

“She reminds me of what it was like to be young again. Also, I wish I could bottle her energy and sell it,” Oscar joked.

“Don’t we all,” Hanna said, going back to the front. “Dad says food will be a few more minutes.”

Oscar nodded and went back to his paper. The coffee here was sludge, but Mel kept the fancy stuff outback for himself. It was also the stuff he gave Oscar too. Over thirty years of friendship had to mean something.

Mel and Oscar went way back. Mel was only just shy of retirement, making him a bit younger than Oscar. Mel’s wife Joan and Wanda had been longtime friends going back to elementary school. Besides Oscar being here in on patrol, Wanda worked the register and helped hostess when the busy seasons came in. Renee had been born just after Wanda had passed, which was heartbreaking. Natalie and Tom were teenagers then so Natalie took a shine to the new baby. In her grieving, she helped Joan out with the baby in hopes it would brighten everyone’s sadness. That was why Renee and Oscar were so close. Renee spent many a day at Oscar’s house over the years while Joan helped her husband with the diner.

The newspaper didn’t inform Oscar of anything even close to new. Even after months away, nothing had changed in the headlines. Politicians were still fighting like children, and the economy was on edge to hit the shitter. Oscar sipped his coffee, not reading as he flipped pages in search of the crossword puzzle.

“Ehem!” coughed a familiar voice. “You look lonely in this booth. Mind if we join you?”

Oscar lowered the paper to see Daphne and her son standing there. He fought back his urge to scoop her up right there and Pendik Escort kiss her. This was a pleasant surprise. She wore a pair of dark blue denim jean cut-offs and a light gray tank top. Not as sexy as her dress from the previous day, but she still filled it out nicely.

“If I didn’t know any better, my dear, I would say I have a stalker,” Oscar kidded her.

“Of course you do,” Daphne replied, winking at him.

All the while, Peter stood there, confused by their exchange. Oscar put down the paper and gestured to the seat in front of him. Daphne slid into the booth first, and Peter slid in after her.

“So Peter, this is Oscar. And Oscar, this is Peter.” Daphne said, picking up a menu. “Oscar is the man who saved me last week.”

Oscar shook Peters, and they exchanged pleasantries. Peter was a decent looking kid but seemed a bit awkward socially. Oscar could relate, his nephew had been much the same way. It took time, but Oscar did his best to get Tom out of his shell.

“Thank you,” Peter told Oscar.

“For what?” Oscar asked a bit confused.

“For saving Mum,” Peter stated. “I wish I could have been there to help.”

Oscar just nodded in acceptance of Peter’s comment. The boy was protective of his mom, and Oscar was charmed by it. His nephew and niece had been much the same to him as they grew up.

“So, what brings you two out so early on a Sunday?” Oscar asked, sipping at his coffee.

“Peter here needs to buy his first car,” Daphne said, putting down the menu.

“Mooommm,” Peter chimed with embarrassment.

“How old are you, Pete?” Oscar asked.

“Eighteen next month. Going to be a senior this year,” Peter told Oscar.

“Good to own a car at your age,” Oscar told him.

“Yeah, most of my friends have had their cars for a year now.” He said bashfully.

“Ehhh,” Oscar remarked. “Don’t let that bother you. My nephew didn’t learn to drive until late in college. He got his first in his late twenties. Better freedom when you have one, he couldn’t believe it.”

Peter smiled at Oscar’s comment, and his mom interrupted. “That what I have been telling him. It would also be nice not to have to chauffeur him around town or let him take my car.”

“Yeah, but you put too much pressure on me,” Peter quipped.

As Daphne went to speak, they were all pleasantly interrupted. “Oh, we have guests today, Oscar! Should I be jealous?” Remarked Renee as she appeared with Oscar’s food.

“Nah, just some new friends,” Oscar said, smiling.

“Hey Peter,” Renee said, looking down at the young man. “Didn’t know you were friends with the old man over here.”

“Hey Renee,” Peter said back, turning red. “He is a friend of moms. We just got introduced.”

“Hey, Daph,” Renee said. “Coffee?”

“Sure. Two cream and one sugar,” Daphne replied.

“Tea for me,” Peter managed to get out.

“Be back in just a sec,” Renee said and disappeared in a flash.

“Ahhh,” Oscar said. “So you know Renee.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I tutored her in calculus the last year before she graduated. How do you know her?”

“I have been coming here since before she was born. Her mom was best friends with my late wife. I am her Godfather.” Oscar said, then pointed at his food. “Mind if I eat? Don’t want to be rude, but it is getting cold.”

Both replied, “no,” and the three sat there chatting and eventually all eating. Peter, who seemed a shy kid at first, opened up for Oscar right away. Oscar assumed it was because the kid had a massive crush on Renee. Knowing Oscar knew her and her whole family made the kid pretty chatty. Oscar was good and didn’t point out the crush, but it was pretty obvious. Peter blushed every time Renee looked at him. It was pretty adorable as far as puppy love goes, Oscar thought.

Just as they were wrapping up their meal, Peter excused himself to the bathroom. This left Daphne and Oscar alone. Oscar’s heart skipped a few beats in excitement to be alone with her. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

“So I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she said as soon as Peter was out of earshot.

“Me too,” Oscar said. “I was thrilled to run into you today.”

“Well, I did hear from someone. This was your favorite hangout,” Daphne told Oscar with a wink. “Also, in case you couldn’t tell Peter has a thing for Renee. You should have seen his face when I said where we were going for breakfast. She came to our house about a dozen times last year for tutoring, and I didn’t know the boy knew what cologne was before her first visit.”

“I see him and his mother have a few things in common,” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Such as?”

“You have a thing for older men, and he apparently has a thing older women.”

“Oh, stop,” Daphne said with a small snot. “Renee is not that much older than him.”

“No, but I know a few old ladies that might love to get their hands on him,” Oscar joked.

“Not funny, Oscar,” Daphne said with less humor in her voice.

“Ok, ok. I am sorry,” Oscar said earnestly then quickly change the subject. “Tomorrow, did Göztepe Escort you have any particular place you wanted to eat or go? I haven’t taken a woman out on a date in over a decade, and I want to make sure of my success. Especially with one as lovely as yourself.”

“To be honest, Oscar,” she said frankly. “We could order pizza and stay in your bed for all I care.”

“Ooooh tempting,” Oscar said. “But I would like to show off someone as beautiful as you on my arm. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Daphne said, turning slightly red.

“Nothing fancy,” Oscar told her. “You can get away with casual attire but not too casual.”

“I have just the outfit. What time did you plan?”

“Three ish if that is not a problem?” he said as the plans for their date began forming in his head.

“No problem. Peter has been gone a while,” Daphne remarked, looking around.

“He is not gone,” Oscar remarked, nodding his head at the counter. Peter was there chatting with Renee, and she was giggling at something he said.

“Wow,” Daphne said. “I am shocked he worked up the courage to talk to her.”

“Me too,” Oscar said. “Seems like a good kid.”

“He is,” Daphne stated. “Though not usually this much of an extrovert. I usually have to nag him to talk to people.”

“Pretty girls make the world go around,” Oscar said, holding Daphne’s hand.

“I am beginning to see that,” she told him, squeezing his hand.

Both of them let go of each other’s hands as they realized Peter was returning. The boy was grinning like a pig in shit. Oscar assumed his little chat with Renee had gone well. Or at least well enough that he felt good about himself.

When Peter returned to the table, his mother excused herself to the ladies’ room. She left, stating, “If Peter was to drive her around all afternoon looking at cars. It was a good idea to make sure she didn’t piss herself scared of his driving.” Peter looked annoyed at this, but Daphne kissed him on the head and told him she was only teasing.

This left the two guys alone at the table. Oscar took a sip of his coffee, trying to think about what to say or ask Peter. Before he could, Peter broke the silence with a statement.

“So Mom seems pretty fond of you,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar just nodded in agreement.

“You seem pretty fond of her,” he said again.

“I am,” Oscar said, knowing the boy looked like he was about to make a point.

“I approve,” he said, extending his hand again to Oscar. They shook, and Oscar fought the urge to laugh.

Peter leaned in and whispered to Oscar so that no one could hear them.

“You hurt her, and I will break your legs,” he said with a big smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Oscar said, now belly laughing. “I like you, kid. You got balls.”

“When it comes to protecting Mom, I do,” He told Oscar. “She has dated some pretty big losers since Dad died. I feel like it is my job to protect her.”

“Goodman,” Oscar told him. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She is a wonderful woman.”

Peter nodded.

“So Oscar, that was a pretty nice car you dropped her off in last night. What was that?”

And with that, the two guys bonded. Peter didn’t have a fixation on cars, but everyone seems to admire classic muscle cars. Oscar told him about the car and how long he had it. Daphne seemed pretty surprised when she came back. They were both laughing about some wacky tale Oscar was telling about him letting his nephew Tom taking the car out for a date. Oscar had arranged for an officer, who was a friend of his, to pull him over right after Tom had picked up his date. It was a mean joke, but Tom kept his composure with the officer. Tom and Oscar laughed about it now, but back then, Tom was so pissed.

Shortly after Daphne came back, everyone went their separate ways. Oscar, feeling the need to always be a gentleman, picked up the bill despite Daphne getting upset over the idea. What she didn’t know was that Oscar ate at Mel’s for almost free. All he did was pay for Daphne and Peter’s meals and leave Renee a considerable tip.

On the way out the door, Renee grabbed him and pulled him aside where no one could hear. They were standing in the small foyer at the entrance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said. “Don’t mess this up.”

“What hon?” he asked, confused by what she said.

“You heard me, you dirty old man,” she said with a smirk. “I saw how you and Peter’s mom were looking at each other. Don’t mess it up. She has the hots for you.”

Oscar blushed for the first time in what felt like years as Renee kissed him on the cheek. She then bounced back into the restaurant. Oscar was left deep in thought as he went back to the car. It had been so long since he had been delighted that all these feelings left him feeling like he could walk on air.

The rest of the day, Oscar made his plans for his date with Daphne. He picked up groceries, ran to the pharmacy for his meds (including the new blue pills he got the Dr to call in), and called in a few favors.

For the date, Oscar didn’t get super dressed up. He went with semi-dressed up, wearing a lightweight blue polo and pair of khakis shorts. Summer was ending, but the heat was still pretty high. He also wore sandals, but they were the hiking kind. Oscar loved the air on his feet, but the sneaker-like feel of them.

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I travel a lot for work, and spend a good chunk of the year at hotels. I’ve had quite a few memorable encounters, but this is always one i think back upon.

For background, i was at the time of the story 25 years old, i’m brown haired, with a short beard, 6’0 and 200 pounds. Work out a little bit, so was fairly fit, but no chiseled hunk either.

One night i was at the hotel bar, relaxing after a long shift at work. I was down there alone, sipping my beer and half following a baseball game. Two older women approached the bar and sat down a couple stools away from me and ordered a drink. Both women, even in their older age, were very fit. One was about 5’6” tall, with shoulder length white hair, and a pair of thin framed glasses, wearing a floral pattern dress. Her friend was a petite asian woman about 5′ tall with dark hair, in a blouse and skirt, they both looked like they just left a formal event. Fairly classy looking women. As I listened to their conversation, however, i learned that they were thinking of nothing classy at all.

The bartender asked them while delivering the drinks what even they were there for. Turned out they were both in town a 50th anniversary class reunion, and got together to celebrate the white haired woman’s 69th birthday, which happened to fall on the same week as the event.

I heard the petite one tell a joke to her friend, saying “fitting both are at the same time seeing what you were known for back then, Ethel.”

Ethel replied “hey i don’t get on you for being named chastity.” Both had a nice laugh. Chastity then mentioned that she wishes they could get lucky, but doubted Maltepe Escort they would have much luck. I heard Ethel tell Chastity that she bets she could convince a guy, even a younger one, to have her give one of the famous blowjobs she used to give. They bet a drink on it.

I was looking at the game to make it seem i was focused there, and not on sex talk between older women, which was much more interesting. So it came as a slight surprise when i felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Ethel, who invited me to join them for a drink. Now this had gotten much more interesting. We made introductions, and i bought us a round of drinks. After a little small talk i learned how forward Ethel was.

She straight up asked me if she could give me a blowjob, no strings attached. Chastity’s mouth fell open, apparently shocked by how straightforward her friend was. I wondered if she would go through, so i played along and agreed. I suggested we go up to my room. We all paid up and I started to lead Ethel to the elevators, when Chastity piped up “how do i know you went through with it?” I just jokingly suggested that she could just watch. Ethel surprised me by adding “and maybe learn why my head was so famous” with a smile. Chastity looked shocked, but mumbled a little and followed us.

I offered the women a drink, and poured a glass of woodford for all of us, and after a sip Ethel, pretty confidently, instructed me to undress. Chastity sat in the computer chair across from the bed, holding her drink and looking shocked, like she had no idea how the night had got to that point. I quickly finished my drink before i started Anadolu Yakası Escort to undress. Im a grower, not a shower, but by this point i was horned up to the point of having a semi, and although not massive, i still have a solid 6 inch cock. So I stood, naked in front of two women, as both stared at my rapidly hardening cock. i thought at first standing named in front of two clothed women would make me a little nervous, but it turns out i have a thing for cfnm.

Ethel said in a pretty commanding and confident voice “sit up on the bed honey” then tuned to chastity and said “let me show you how it’s done” before climbing on the bed and grabbing my cock. She started by licking from the balls to the tip, and putting the tip in her mouth, swirling around it with her tounge. It felt amazing, to say the least, and then she started to work up and down my shaft, using her tounge the whole time simultaneously. I was in heaven, and when i opened my eyes, i could see chastity watching, her hand now under her skirt, playing with herself. She was so horny she didn’t even care i was watching.

Then Ethel surprised me by throating my whole cock. I had never been with a girl who could do that before, and it was a whole new sensation. I moaned in pleasure while a true expert performed her craft. I couldn’t take it anymore and announced i was going to cum. Ethel took the first load n her mouth, then got off my cock, but kept jerking it with it aimed at her face, coating one lens of her glasses and her nose, with a little getting in her hair. When she stood up, some dripped onto her breasts, falling into her cleavage. İstanbul Escort At this point chastity moaned as she orgasmed. Ethel hadn’t noticed her friend was masturbating to her, and smiled a big old wicked grin.

She stared at me and asked how she did for an old bird. I managed to catch my breath and answered honestly, that it was the best head i’ve ever gotten. She smiled even more, like it was validation that she still has it. She then walked over to the sink and started cleaning herself with a wet towel, and even unzipped the dress and dropped it to wipe her breasts off, and honestly they looked like they belonged on a woman 20 years younger, she was fit and they were still fairly perky. She finished cleaning up, zipped the dress back up, and said to chastity “time to collect that drink from you girl” chastity speechless as she got up. I followed them to the door, as they left Ethel gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and left. In hindsight i’m glad nobody was in the hallway since i was butt naked with some cum on my legs. I showered, had another drink, and went to bed smiling at all the fun id had that night.

The next Evening, two of my friends flew in to assist the project, so i met them at the bar when i got out of work. We caught up, and one of them started telling us a story of a threesome he had with his girlfriend and a stripper the week before, and we all started telling sex stories, and one of my friends challenged us to come up with a sex experience the others hadn’t. He had the threesome, my other buddy banged his exes mom after they broke up. It was my turn. I told them the story and they couldn’t stop laughing. There was an unintended consequence though, the story spread and now when i’m at work the older ladies seem to come out of the woodwork to check on my projects. Cant complain about the attention too much more, older ladies have some serious experience to bring to the table!

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