For the most part I usually don’t put the make on older woman especially those who are either in there forties like myself or older. Preferring to chase after attractive young chicks in their twenties or early thirties. Though I’ve been known to actively pursue a sexual relationship with women as young as eighteen.
But this time as I sat alone at a table in the Denny’s restaurant on Highway forty-one I was compelled to make an exception. When one of the most sexually attractive woman that I had ever seen walked over to my table and asked politely if she might share it with me.
Explaining that she was a nonsmoker and since there wasn’t another table available in the nonsmoking section. She’d consider it a personal favor if I’d consent to share my table with her.
Of course being a gentleman as well as recognizing an opportunity to make a sexual conquest without needing to be bitten on the ass. I of course consented to share my table with her in order to take full advantage of this quite unexpected opportunity.
Now this brown haired goddess wasn’t a spring chicken of course but then neither am I. She was dressed rather simply in blue jeans and a pullover sweatshirt over which she’d pulled on a lightweight jacket. So it was quite clear that she had simply gone out for a bite to eat in order to avoid eating at home alone.
As I stood up and helped her take off her jacket I was able to discreetly get a good look at her well-rounded figure. Which was just as firm and trim as could be expected in a woman her age who had taken care of herself through diet and exercise. In spite of the fact that she’d lost the hourglass figure of her youth years earlier when she’d married and began to have children.
But what impressed me the most about her well toned figure was the fact that even through her breasts were the size of honeydew melons. They appeared to be just as firm as I’d expect if she were a good twenty years younger nor did they sag the least little bit.
Setting the @ Issue section of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution that I’d been reading aside onto the table. I struck up a conversation with the lovely goddess after she’d settled herself and placed her order with the waitress.
Soon learning that her husband had left her for a younger woman a couple of months earlier. Of course he’d waited until the youngest of their three children had graduated from high school and moved out on his own. Then left her at home alone while he pursued a fling with a girl half his age in order to assuage his own mid life crisis and increasing sense of mortality.
Having already noticed the tired and sad look about her eyes when she’d first sat down. It wasn’t difficult to see past the facade of pleasantness she projected and catch a glimpse of the loneliness she felt. So instead of picking my paper back up I allowed our conversation to drift where ever my quite unexpected tablemate wanted it to go.
I’d never seen myself as knight in shining armor hell bent on rescuing the princesses, I throughly enjoyed pursuing, from the dragons of life. Preferring instead to seduce them into bed then moving on to the next conquest without attaching the ball and chain of commitment to my leg.
Life is difficult enough as it is without having a woman around all the time who’d make me absolutely miserable with her constant nagging and complaining. Besides I enjoyed living alone without the hassle of living with someone I’d have to answer too. Nor did I mind coming home to an empty nest, especially since I enjoyed writing, realizing that a woman would only interfere with my love affair with my computer.
The only bad thing about being single was that I never knew when my next lay would be nor who it would be with. Of course that allowed my sexual passions to build up making its eventual release that much more dramatic and enjoyable.
So it didn’t take long for me to decide that this goddess just might be worth pursuing. The explosive release of the pent up passions smoldering in her eyes would certainly be worth spending at least one night in bed with her. The trick would be to manipulate her into giving me access to her charms without letting her extract a lifetime of commitment from me.
Having learned early in life to apply the art of patience and subtly when it came to women. I was able to avoid the definite turn off by appearing too eager and desperate. Waiting until the opportunity of the right moment to make my move which came as we were getting up to leave.
When she’d first sat down the goddess had taken her cell phone out of her jacket pocket. Placing it onto the table beside her plate and between us. I couldn’t help but notice that it was the very same type of Nokia phone that I kept nestled in my pocket.
Nor was it very difficult to switch my phone with hers during the slight confusion of putting on our jackets. After we’d gathered up our things as we prepared to leave perhaps to never see each other again. I’d already decided to ask her for her phone number as we walked out to our cars. Hedging my bets by pretending to accidently taking her phone with me just in case she said no.
As it happened the brown haired goddess didn’t reject my request for her phone number out of hand. Giving me the definite impression that she’d like for me to call and ask her out on a date. So I was rather hopeful that the opportunity for a dalliance between her thighs in the near future just might me in the cards after all.
My heart beat with anticipation as I watched her drive away and I walked over to my car. Wondering just how long it would be before she noticed that she had my phone in her pocket. I’d already decided that I’d call her myself in the morning if she didn’t call herself. In order to arrange a meeting at a neutral location to exchange our phones.
I needn’t have worried for just as I’d pulled up next to the mobile home where I lived with my wife and son. Her phone rang and I heard the laughter in her voice when I answered. At first she was reluctant to have me drive over to her apartment but I convinced her that I didn’t mind. So she gave me her address and directions which I wrote down in a notebook that I always carried with me. Just in case my muse decided to whisper a good idea in my ear when I wasn’t at home.
Since it was late and traffic was light it didn’t take long to get to her apartment. Parking my car I approached her door not quite knowing what to expect but fully prepared to go with the flow. Wether it led me to return home after we exchanged phones or to a dalliance in her bed.
So when the brown haired goddess met me at her door dressed in a low cut and full length silvery gown. That jacked up her breasts showing off the valley of her cleavage I knew that I was about to get lucky.
Noticing right off that she was one of those individuals who liked to keep her apartment fairly cool. Which wasn’t the least bit unpleasant especially since the coolness made her nipples hard. Nor could I keep from noticing how easily they poked through the thin and almost transparent fabric of her gown.
As we exchanged phones just inside her door I felt the lance of my manhood swell inside my slacks. With the desire to explore her wetness especially since she was a good head shorter than me. It was impossible to avoid the sight of her luscious cleavage, had I even wanted too, which had the effect of fully arousing me sexually.
Slipping my phone into my pocket I made myself look into her the depths of her eyes. The loneliness, unrequited passion and the desperate need to be wanted as a woman radiating from the depths of her feminine soul. Riveted me to the spot as time seemed to slow down and I began to notice just how her lips glistened with desire.
A moment later the brown haired goddess stood on her tiptoes as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. Flinging her arms about my neck she returned my kiss and her lips parted inviting me inside to taste of the sweetness of her mouth. Nor did I hesitate as she pressed her voluptuous curves against my body as my fingers played with the silky tresses of her hair.
For quite some time we stood there kissing our tongues playing chase like children during recess on a school playground. Until at last I placed my hands on her shoulders and brushed the spaghetti straps of her gown off of her arms. With a soft rustle her gown fell to the floor in a silvery puddle around her ankles.
Sliding my hands down her back over her hips and the curves of her buttocks. We continued to kiss even as I slid my hands back up her sides and cupped the orbs of her breasts gently in my palms. Tenderly wrapping my fingers about each orb while lightly rubbing her swollen nipples with my thumbs.
A low moan escaped her throat as the brown haired goddess reached around to unbutton my shirt. Her hands were cool against my flesh as she traced circles around my nipples with her fingertips. Which responded to her delicate touch by becoming stiff and hard as she teased them with her lips and tongue.
A moment later my shirt and jacket joined her gown on the floor even as I reached down between her thighs. Sliding my fingers thru the silky fur of her pubic hair and over her mound she moaned once more when I pushed her labia lips apart. Then shuttered when I inserted two fingers inside her wetness and began to lightly rub the nub of her clitoris.
“Oh my god…” she moaned still clinging to me as she climaxed.
Suddenly the brown haired goddess sank to her knees before me and unfastened my pants. Then in one fluid motion pulled them down about my ankles releasing my swollen manhood from its prison.
Now it was my turn to moan as she teased my little head with her tongue drawing my shaft into the round O of her mouth. God she was just so good as she sucked my manhood while sliding it in and out of her mouth. While my fingers played with her hair as I stood there in front of her. Nearly helpless as my manhood steadily built up towards the best climax I’d ever come close to having.
No other woman who’d given me head had ever done it so well and I was sorely tempted to let her continue until I exploded inside her mouth. But she wasn’t on her period and I really wanted to deposit my seed inside her womb where it would do the most good. Or damage depending on ones point of view should as a result of our mating conceive a child.
So before it was too late to stop the dam from breaking I pulled the brown haired goddess back to her feet. Picking her up in my arms she wrapped her legs about my waist and her arms around my neck. As I carried her over to the sofa in her living room and laid her down on her back and mounted her.
Reaching down between my legs I grasped my lance and guided it to the O of her wetness. As soon as the tip of my little head penetrated her with one firm thrust I pushed my throbbing cock all the way inside her.
“Oooooo…” she cried out when she felt herself spread open for the first time since her husband had left her for another woman.
It had been awhile since I’d had a woman myself so as soon as I felt my shaft enter her vagina. I surrendered all restraint to the pleasure of the moment thrusting my manhood in and out of her as hard as I could.
Too busy moaning and showering my face and neck with kisses to protest my roughness. As I held her down and grabbed her breasts bunching them together against my chest until I could feel her nipples pressing against my skin.
“Please don’t stop!” she begged as wave after wave of a multiple orgasm surged through her body.
Quite happy to oblige I continued to rock my hips back and forth sliding my lance in and out of her pussy long after I’d ejaculated. Throughly enjoying each time my penis pulsed even through it didn’t have any more sperm available to impregnate her with at the moment.
Until at last I had to rest and collapsed on top of the brown haired goddess exhausted and out of breath. Resting my head on her chest I could hear her heart beating rapidly as her breasts rose and fell each time she inhaled and exhaled.
Since I worked hard to keep my body in tiptop shape it wasn’t long before I stopped panting. Raising my head I looked once more into the depths of her eyes and smiled as I pressed my mouth to her lips.
A little flushed but otherwise none the worse for wear I sensed that she was still hungry for more. When her lips parted as she hungrily returned my kiss. Climbing to my feet once more I picked her up and cradled her in my arms and carried her to her bedroom.
Where after laying her on the bed I joined with her once more making love until just before dawn. When I quietly left her side in order to retrieve my clothes and make good my escape before she woke up and begged me to stay.
