guide her off the
floor.
“Where ya going?” Jock calls as we pass.
I turn a sly grin on him and his eyes pop. A
genuinely pleased smile is on his face. I'm back in the saddle and,
because I've been so down since Wendy dumped me, the others will be
pleased to hear about it.
My car isn't far. Out of habit I parked it
way out back of the club's parking lot. Usually I sleep the booze
off and go home after I'm sure I'm not going to get myself in
trouble if I was stopped by a cop. My job, when not studying to be
a marketing manager, is a delivery driver and my license is
something I protect strongly.
“Here?” she asks.
Her voice is pretty and makes me think of
Wendy even more.
“Yeah,” is all I say.
I push her to the rear passenger door of my
ugly cheap gray sedan and run my tongue around the inside of her
mouth. Her kiss is passionate and not lacking in enthusiasm. I
would say that this one hasn't had a man in awhile. Vaguely, I
wonder how long that has been as, now that I have her out in the
street light, I can see she's quite a bit older than me. That's not
to say she's not attractive. She's VERY attractive. But, that I
thought she was younger, maybe 30. Looks like she's more 40 and not
much older than that.
I run my hand up the side of her red dress.
It comes up easily and she groans in anticipation as I put my
finger in her pussy again. The flesh is warm and tight – crazy,
crazy tight. I have to force my finger in really forcefully to get
to the knuckle of my middle finger on my right hand.
“You are so damn sexy,” I slur.
My fingering gets wild. I pull it out and
put it in her mouth and she doesn't even reject it – sucks on it
like this is a sweet little treat or something. Right then I
realize the wonders of an older woman. There's no barriers with
them. I realize that we could get a whole lot more kinky tonight
and she'd be down for it. That makes me wild as a boxer in the
middle of a mad brawl on fight night. I take her by the hair and
yank her head back to work her neck with my lips. Her breasts get
little bit marks on the flesh I can get to and her dress is almost
up around her hips by the time she knocks on the car door and looks
at me suggestively.
“Right. I got carried away.”
I open the door and let her in like a
lady.
Then I descend on her again like the devil
on judgment day.
This time, though, she's not having me take
the lead. I'm quickly put in my place with a gentle push and a
look. She stares into my eyes and I just know that this is going to
be something I will recite to the guys over and over. A woman like
this could make a man's life – not just his night!
She shimmies down between my legs and works
my zipper down. It's hard to get my jeans to my ankles because they
have tightened right up with how big my dick has become.
“Fuck,” I whisper in awe as she puts my
dick, straight through my boxers, in her mouth and rolls the tip
around. It is a close thing that I don't cum from her mouth
straight off.
She rips down my boxers and spits long and
hard on my dick. It's a big wad of wet saliva that is pushed into
her mouth when she comes down on my length again. I moan loudly as
she hoovers about half way down and chokes on my cock. My hands
press into the cushioning of the back seat and my eyes go skyward.
When has a woman willingly choked on my cock before? Oh, that's
right. This is my first time.
I moan long and strong. It's like a wail or
a keening sound. I swear I cum, but when she comes back up my dick
is still hard and there's no white stuff hanging from her lips,
only her own saliva.
“Get up here.”
It's a firm command.
I have her sit side on and start working for
her pussy, but she won't let me.
“My husband will find out.”
Those five words stop the action cold.
“Husband?”
I notice the ring on her finger. It's gold
and smooth, no gems, one band – definitely a wedding ring.
“Oh...”
She grabs my head and pulls me in real close
so that she can
floor.
“Where ya going?” Jock calls as we pass.
I turn a sly grin on him and his eyes pop. A
genuinely pleased smile is on his face. I'm back in the saddle and,
because I've been so down since Wendy dumped me, the others will be
pleased to hear about it.
My car isn't far. Out of habit I parked it
way out back of the club's parking lot. Usually I sleep the booze
off and go home after I'm sure I'm not going to get myself in
trouble if I was stopped by a cop. My job, when not studying to be
a marketing manager, is a delivery driver and my license is
something I protect strongly.
“Here?” she asks.
Her voice is pretty and makes me think of
Wendy even more.
“Yeah,” is all I say.
I push her to the rear passenger door of my
ugly cheap gray sedan and run my tongue around the inside of her
mouth. Her kiss is passionate and not lacking in enthusiasm. I
would say that this one hasn't had a man in awhile. Vaguely, I
wonder how long that has been as, now that I have her out in the
street light, I can see she's quite a bit older than me. That's not
to say she's not attractive. She's VERY attractive. But, that I
thought she was younger, maybe 30. Looks like she's more 40 and not
much older than that.
I run my hand up the side of her red dress.
It comes up easily and she groans in anticipation as I put my
finger in her pussy again. The flesh is warm and tight – crazy,
crazy tight. I have to force my finger in really forcefully to get
to the knuckle of my middle finger on my right hand.
“You are so damn sexy,” I slur.
My fingering gets wild. I pull it out and
put it in her mouth and she doesn't even reject it – sucks on it
like this is a sweet little treat or something. Right then I
realize the wonders of an older woman. There's no barriers with
them. I realize that we could get a whole lot more kinky tonight
and she'd be down for it. That makes me wild as a boxer in the
middle of a mad brawl on fight night. I take her by the hair and
yank her head back to work her neck with my lips. Her breasts get
little bit marks on the flesh I can get to and her dress is almost
up around her hips by the time she knocks on the car door and looks
at me suggestively.
“Right. I got carried away.”
I open the door and let her in like a
lady.
Then I descend on her again like the devil
on judgment day.
This time, though, she's not having me take
the lead. I'm quickly put in my place with a gentle push and a
look. She stares into my eyes and I just know that this is going to
be something I will recite to the guys over and over. A woman like
this could make a man's life – not just his night!
She shimmies down between my legs and works
my zipper down. It's hard to get my jeans to my ankles because they
have tightened right up with how big my dick has become.
“Fuck,” I whisper in awe as she puts my
dick, straight through my boxers, in her mouth and rolls the tip
around. It is a close thing that I don't cum from her mouth
straight off.
She rips down my boxers and spits long and
hard on my dick. It's a big wad of wet saliva that is pushed into
her mouth when she comes down on my length again. I moan loudly as
she hoovers about half way down and chokes on my cock. My hands
press into the cushioning of the back seat and my eyes go skyward.
When has a woman willingly choked on my cock before? Oh, that's
right. This is my first time.
I moan long and strong. It's like a wail or
a keening sound. I swear I cum, but when she comes back up my dick
is still hard and there's no white stuff hanging from her lips,
only her own saliva.
“Get up here.”
It's a firm command.
I have her sit side on and start working for
her pussy, but she won't let me.
“My husband will find out.”
Those five words stop the action cold.
“Husband?”
I notice the ring on her finger. It's gold
and smooth, no gems, one band – definitely a wedding ring.
“Oh...”
She grabs my head and pulls me in real close
so that she can
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