Afternoon Delight
The text came Friday night from Karen- "Mike is playing golf tomorrow afternoon- want to come have some fun together?"
"Sure what time?"
"Be here at noon?"
"I'll be there!"
Saturday morning I drove the hour to Dallas and got there a little before noon. I texted her to see if the coast was clear, and she replied to come up in ten minutes.
Nine and a half minutes later I climbed the stairs to their apartment and knocked softly. A moment later she opened the door and pulled me inside. She is 5'10", 135 pounds, very fit for her age, with long blonde hair and quite good looking.
She was dressed in Daisy Duke denim shorts and a spaghetti string top, and no bra - her nipples were poking up through the thin top and I could see the shape of her tits perfectly. She pulled me in for a kiss, and as I grabbed her ass the licked my tongue and ground her groin against mine. "I just got out of the shower so I'm a little wet," she grinned as I ran my hands admiringly over her torso. "My, I see you're happy to see me" she laughed as she caressed the bulge in my crotch.
"Oh yeah," I groaned as her fingers traced over my stiffening cock.
"Want to do some shots?" She asked.
"Sure" I said as she poured Patron tequila into a couple of shot glasses and cut a lime in half.."Here's to happy days!" she announced as we tossed back the cactus juice."And happier nights" I finished as we bit into the limes.
"Another?" she challenged me with a smile.
"Just one more," I agreed. "Then do you want to go grab some lunch?"
"Uh huh, but first I want an appetizer" Karen teased.
We downed our second shots, and I could feel the warmth of the tequila in my belly. This time she held the lime to my lips so I did the same to her.
We set our shot glasses down and she pushed me back against the kitchen table. "Now lay back and let me see my little friend!"
I laid back on her table and she reached up the legs of my shorts with both hands to my swelling penis. Her left hand caressed my shaft, while her other hand fondled my testicle sack. "Ooh, your balls are a little swollen," she said sternly. "Have you been a good boy and saved me up a good load"
I could only groan as she squeezed my boy parts gently, coaxing a drop of precut from my tip.
"Let's get these out of the way" she said, pulling her hands out and tackling my zipper. The music of her slowly unzipping me was the only sound for a moment, then she yanked my shorts off with one motion. "Oh, you came commando!" she laughed. "We have matching underwear!" My cock popped free, already at attention.
" Really?" I said. "Let's see."
Karen stepped back and slowly unzipped her jeans shorts, and gave me a little stripper dance as she turned her back and eased her shorts down her long legs. At 57, she still has the body of the stripper she once was, lean legs, a perfect ass, and small pert A cup breasts with nipples on top that I love to caress until they stand erect. There is no droop or sag to her tits, they are firmer than girls half her age.
"Don't stop there," I urged, so she took her time rolling up her top until she flung it over my face and stood before me, turning to let me admire her. She came back to me, still on my back with my disk jutting up, and declared "Poor little guy, I think he needs a kiss!"
She bent over and kissed the tip of my aching member, then began licking around the sensitive underside until I was in agony. "Like that?" she asked.
"Oh god yes". I groaned, wanting her to keep going. "Come here, I want to taste you!"
She came around the table I was lying on until her groin was at my head. She straddled my face with her legs, and I could smell her pussy inches away from my nose. I reached up and parted her outer lips, and could feel het heat and wetness. "Get your ass up here or I'll have to fuck you silly!"
She crawled up on the table and continued stroking me, but now I could get to her inner folds and began searching for her clitoris with my tongue. As I found her sweet spot, she gasped and began sucking he intensely. We soon felt the table shaking, and had to stop before we broke the furniture. We were too aroused and in heat to go to her bed so we just got on the kitchen floor. I laid on my back on the cold tiles and she straddled me, sittting on my face. She ground her moist vulva into me, and I lashed her little bud furiously as she rocked on me. Gripping her tits, I pinched her nipples as Karen moaned and and her hips twitched.
"I need you in me!" she panted, and slid back until she was poised over my erection. Feeling me enter her was heaven - she as wet, steamy hot and tight. Her husband Mike is diabetic, and hasn't been able to get a hardon for years. So I've been giving her what she needs, the feeling of a hard cock filling her.
We fucked for as long as I could hold back, but as soon as Karen arched her back and I saw her tummy start contracting, I surrendered to my own orgasm and felt my seed spurting into her vagina. I kept thrusting until I felt my cock shrinking so I withdrew as she rose up off me, my sperm dripping out onto her kitchen floor.
"Sorry about the mess," I apologized. "Got a towel? I'll clean it up."
"Leave it," she suggested. "If Mike notices he can clean up. Now I'm sweaty again - want to come shower with me?"
"Sure what time?"
"Be here at noon?"
"I'll be there!"
Saturday morning I drove the hour to Dallas and got there a little before noon. I texted her to see if the coast was clear, and she replied to come up in ten minutes.
Nine and a half minutes later I climbed the stairs to their apartment and knocked softly. A moment later she opened the door and pulled me inside. She is 5'10", 135 pounds, very fit for her age, with long blonde hair and quite good looking.
She was dressed in Daisy Duke denim shorts and a spaghetti string top, and no bra - her nipples were poking up through the thin top and I could see the shape of her tits perfectly. She pulled me in for a kiss, and as I grabbed her ass the licked my tongue and ground her groin against mine. "I just got out of the shower so I'm a little wet," she grinned as I ran my hands admiringly over her torso. "My, I see you're happy to see me" she laughed as she caressed the bulge in my crotch.
"Oh yeah," I groaned as her fingers traced over my stiffening cock.
"Want to do some shots?" She asked.
"Sure" I said as she poured Patron tequila into a couple of shot glasses and cut a lime in half.."Here's to happy days!" she announced as we tossed back the cactus juice."And happier nights" I finished as we bit into the limes.
"Another?" she challenged me with a smile.
"Just one more," I agreed. "Then do you want to go grab some lunch?"
"Uh huh, but first I want an appetizer" Karen teased.
We downed our second shots, and I could feel the warmth of the tequila in my belly. This time she held the lime to my lips so I did the same to her.
We set our shot glasses down and she pushed me back against the kitchen table. "Now lay back and let me see my little friend!"
I laid back on her table and she reached up the legs of my shorts with both hands to my swelling penis. Her left hand caressed my shaft, while her other hand fondled my testicle sack. "Ooh, your balls are a little swollen," she said sternly. "Have you been a good boy and saved me up a good load"
I could only groan as she squeezed my boy parts gently, coaxing a drop of precut from my tip.
"Let's get these out of the way" she said, pulling her hands out and tackling my zipper. The music of her slowly unzipping me was the only sound for a moment, then she yanked my shorts off with one motion. "Oh, you came commando!" she laughed. "We have matching underwear!" My cock popped free, already at attention.
" Really?" I said. "Let's see."
Karen stepped back and slowly unzipped her jeans shorts, and gave me a little stripper dance as she turned her back and eased her shorts down her long legs. At 57, she still has the body of the stripper she once was, lean legs, a perfect ass, and small pert A cup breasts with nipples on top that I love to caress until they stand erect. There is no droop or sag to her tits, they are firmer than girls half her age.
"Don't stop there," I urged, so she took her time rolling up her top until she flung it over my face and stood before me, turning to let me admire her. She came back to me, still on my back with my disk jutting up, and declared "Poor little guy, I think he needs a kiss!"
She bent over and kissed the tip of my aching member, then began licking around the sensitive underside until I was in agony. "Like that?" she asked.
"Oh god yes". I groaned, wanting her to keep going. "Come here, I want to taste you!"
She came around the table I was lying on until her groin was at my head. She straddled my face with her legs, and I could smell her pussy inches away from my nose. I reached up and parted her outer lips, and could feel het heat and wetness. "Get your ass up here or I'll have to fuck you silly!"
She crawled up on the table and continued stroking me, but now I could get to her inner folds and began searching for her clitoris with my tongue. As I found her sweet spot, she gasped and began sucking he intensely. We soon felt the table shaking, and had to stop before we broke the furniture. We were too aroused and in heat to go to her bed so we just got on the kitchen floor. I laid on my back on the cold tiles and she straddled me, sittting on my face. She ground her moist vulva into me, and I lashed her little bud furiously as she rocked on me. Gripping her tits, I pinched her nipples as Karen moaned and and her hips twitched.
"I need you in me!" she panted, and slid back until she was poised over my erection. Feeling me enter her was heaven - she as wet, steamy hot and tight. Her husband Mike is diabetic, and hasn't been able to get a hardon for years. So I've been giving her what she needs, the feeling of a hard cock filling her.
We fucked for as long as I could hold back, but as soon as Karen arched her back and I saw her tummy start contracting, I surrendered to my own orgasm and felt my seed spurting into her vagina. I kept thrusting until I felt my cock shrinking so I withdrew as she rose up off me, my sperm dripping out onto her kitchen floor.
"Sorry about the mess," I apologized. "Got a towel? I'll clean it up."
"Leave it," she suggested. "If Mike notices he can clean up. Now I'm sweaty again - want to come shower with me?"
7 years ago
