Aged To Perfection Ch. 1
Last week as I was checking my mailbox, I ran into the new property manager of my condo complex.
She invited me over to her place that evening to meet her husband and have a
drink. Being the good neighbor I am, I accepted the invitation.
I arrived
at their condo at about 7PM and was greeted by Bob, the husband. He invited me
in, poured me a drink, and we sat at the dining room table making small talk.
Margie, his wife, who had extended the invitation, soon joined us. As the three
of us chatted about the usual banalities - career, education, family life, etc -
I learned that Bob and Margie had been in the property management game for over
25 years. They had 3 grown children and a couple of grandkids. Margie was 57 and
handled the actual work of property management while Bob, who was 65 and
semi-retired, helped out on occasion. On very rare occasions I guessed, since it
was obvious that Bob was a drunk. While Margie and me were still working on our
first drink, Bob slammed down at least 4 vodka tonics. The more he drank, the
more obnoxious he got. Margie and I ignored him and continued to make small
talk.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"35." I
replied.
"Married?"
"Nope. Single, and lovin' every minute of
it."
It was hot that evening and I was wearing shorts. All of a sudden I
felt something brush against my ankle. Margie had slipped off her pumps and was
playing footsie with me under the table. Oh my god, this woman, old enough to be
my mother, was putting the moves on me. I flashed her a surprised look, but when
I didn't protest or pull away, she winked and moved her foot higher up my leg.
Bob, sitting at the end of the table, was oblivious to what was going on and
continued to babble. Margie worked her foot higher, past my knee, and started up
my thigh.
Noticing Bob's glass was empty, Margie stood up and said, "Here
honey. Let me freshen that up for you." She grabbed Bob's glass, headed for the
kitchen, and motioned me to follow. Fascinated, I traipsed along behind her. Bob
was so out of it, he didn't pay a bit of attention.
Once in the kitchen,
just out of view of the dining room, Margie quickly tossed together Bob's drink,
then turned to face me. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" she
asked.
I told her I didn't have any plans. Probably just go home, read
for awhile, and go to bed early.
Margie looked at her watch. "It's only
8:30 It's still early. Stay awhile and keep me comany." Fascinated by the way
events were unfolding, I stood there, dumbfounded, considering her offer. Margie
broke the short, tense silence that followed.
"You know, I'm horny as
hell, and I'd like to try it with a younger guy," she said matter-of-factly,
staring at me, hands on her hips, waiting for a response. I told myself I should
leave, right then, but I looked at Margie more closely and I started to get
aroused. About 5'6" and 160 lbs with an olive complexion, slightly plump, with
short, curly salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, Margie looked - well -
like the middle aged matronly Italian housewife she is. On the other hand, her
size 14 body squeezed into a size 10 dress with a short skirt accentuated her
voluptuous build, giving her a faintly sexy look. I couldn't help myself. I put
my arms around her waist, pulled her to me, and we kissed.
"And I'd like
to try it with an older woman," I said, coming up for air.
Margie giggled
and said, "So, stick around and we'll make love after Bob goes to
bed."
"OK," I agreed.
Bob began yelling for his drink. Margie
said, "Give it 10 minutes and he'll be passed out."
We returned to the
table. While Bob finished his drink, Margie and I flirted and played footsie.
All of a sudden, just like Margie predicted, Bob placed his head on the table
and began to snore.
"C'mon. Help me get him to bed," Margie
said.
Supporting him between us, Margie and I led Bob down the hall to
the bedroom and laid him on the bed. I went back to my barstool while Margie
undressed Bob and put a blanket over him.
A few minutes later Margie
emerged from the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I noticed that she had
changed into a short, sheer kimono that barely reached to mid-thigh. She walked
to the couch, sat down, and I joined her. Sensing my uneasiness, Margie said,
"What's the matter? Nervous?"
"Kinda. Your hubby is asleep right down the
hall. And, I've never been with an older woman before, especially a lady with
grandkids."
"Forget about Bob. He won't wake up till daylight. I've never
been with a younger guy before either. But I think I'm gonna like it. Bet you
will too. Now, let's you and me have some fun."
We embraced. As we kissed
I slid my hands under the kimono and cupped Margie's bare ass. As I fondled and
played with her cheeks, Margie slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on
her tongue as she worked my shirt over my head. I tossed the shirt aside and we
sent back to kissing and fondling each other. I flicked my tongue inside her ear
and rubbed the soft flesh on the inside of Margie's thigh. She parted her legs
and I moved my hand higher, stroking her pussy. She let her hand drift to my
crotch and began to rub. As she rubbed my cock through the fabric, she felt me
grow hard. She slid her hand inside my shorts and grasped my cock. I stood up
and shucked the shorts. Margie stood and I undid the tie on her kimono. She
shook her shoulders and the kimono fell to the floor.
Wow, Margie didn't
look so matronly now, I thought. In spite of her age, she looks damned sexy with
her clothes off. Medium sized, pancake titties, kinda on the saggy side, with
long, dark nipples and huge, mahogany colored areoles; a well defined but thick
and chunky waistline; a slightly paunchy, round, soft tummy, perched above a
dark, thick, well manicured bush; wide hips; a massive, soft, round, pillow ass;
and thick, heavy thighs and legs. My girl friend is a slender, willowy type,
with a runner's body so the contrast between them added to the allure.
We
were both raring to go and knew we had to relieve the sexual tension that had
built up between us. Margie grasped my hand and led me down the hallway. We
slipped into the spare bedroom, and I stretched out on the bed while she closed
the door and opened the drapes. Margie slid onto the bed next to me. She lay
back and I licked, sucked, and chewed on her nipples. As they grew taut, I
stroked her pussy. I felt her getting wet and ran my tongue down her chest,
across her tummy, and placed my head between her legs. She spread her knees and
I pushed my face into her bush, parting her labia with my tongue. Her pussy
started to open up like a spring blossom. As it did, I plunged my tongue inside
and began to work it back and forth, in and out. She gave off the aroma of a
woman in lust. Margie thrust her pelvis into my face and I picked up the tempo,
licking and sucking on her clit. In less than a minute, she arched her back,
gasped, and shivered in orgasm.
She recovered quickly and pushed me onto
my back. She knelt beside me, grasping my cock. She licked it a time or two,
then slipped the tip inside her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she worked
at it, devouring it, till she had the whole thing in her mouth. Then she cupped
my balls in her hand and gently massaged them while she sucked forcefully on my
dick, all the while deep throating me. I lay back and moaned. When I felt like I
was going to explode, I pushed her off and said, "Let's fuck,
baby."
Margie giggled and said, "It's about time. I thought you'd never
ask." She sat up and took off her earrings and glasses and tossed them on the
nightstand. She snapped on the bedside lamp, tossed one leg across my torso,
straddled me, and sat on my stomach.
"Want me to wear a condom?" I
asked.
She rocked back and forth, rubbing her wet cunt on my midsection.
"Actually, I hate the damned things. No need to wear one, sweetie, unless you
want to. I went through the change 10 years ago, so we don't have to worry about
me getting knocked up. I haven't been with anyone other than Bob since we got
married, so I'm clean as a whistle."
"I don't like condoms either. I
prefer bareback," I said.
"Well then. That settles that," Margie said
with finality. Reaching around behind herself, she grabbed my cock, rose up on
one knee, balanced herself on the opposite foot, and positioned herself above
me. She sat poised like that for a second, stroked my cock a time or two to get
it a little harder, then licked her lips, flashed a lewd grin, and lowered
herself slowly onto my shaft. She grasped my cock by the base and clutched at it
as she worked the head inside her pussy. I was surprised at how tight she was.
Even though I am only average in size, and we were both well lubricated from the
oral sex and the foreplay, I thought she was never going to get it all the way
in. Taking her time, she maintained her grip and pumped up and down with short,
slow, rhythmic moves, working a little more cock in with each stroke. When she
was almost there, she let go my cock and gravity did the rest. She gasped as she
slid down the last inch or two. When I was all the way inside her, Margie flexed
her pussy so that it grasped me like a fist. She thrust her pelvis forward and
wiggled her ass from side to side until she got my cock positioned inside her
just where she wanted it. "Mmmmm. God, this feels good." Margie purred. I agreed
that indeed it did.
I put my hands on the small of her back and pushed
until Margie leaned forward far enough that I could get a tittie in my mouth.
She started sliding up and down my cock, fucking me slowly at first, then
gradually increasing the tempo. I sucked first one nipple, then the other.
Margie's nipples grew hard and swollen and she started panting. She fucked me
harder, pumping up and down, heisting her ass high in the air, on the upstroke,
and thrusting her pelvis forward on the down stroke. She pumped up and down
harder and harder. Her panting turned to loud, guttural, huffing grunts. We were
both getting hotter by the second. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust my cock
into her as she humped up and down. Margie moaned and cried. She put her hands
next to my knees and leaned back till her ass was pressing against her heels.
Driving her hips forward so my dick was deep inside her, Marge squeezed her
pussy tight and made circular motions with her ass, first in one direction then
the other. She sat up, then leaned forward, and we locked mouths in a french
kiss. She resumed her slow, deliberate, forceful humping. I grabbed an ass cheek
in each hand and held on tight while she rode me.
Margie began to pant,
moan, and whimper. Unnhhhhhh! Aaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh! Yeeesssssssss!!! MMMMM!
Ooooooooooh!" We were both on the edge of cumming, when we were interrupted by
Bob's yelling, followed by the sound of him bouncing off the walls as he
stumbled down the hallway and fell. "Margie! Where the hell are you?" he
demanded, slurring his words.
Well, the jig is up I thought, trying to
conjure up an escape plan. "Aw shit! Goddamn it!" Margie exclaimed, sitting bolt
upright. With speed and agility that surprised me, Margie dismounted, grabbed a
robe of the dresser, threw it over her shoulders, and slipped out the door. She
looked, back at me and whispered, "Stay put, baby. I'll be right back." I heard
her pleading with Bob to go back to bed. Eventually, I heard Bob's bedroom door
shut, and in a minute or two Margie was back. She closed the door behind her,
tossed the robe on the floor, and hopped back into bed with me.
"Son of a
bitch, that was close," I said.
"No kidding. Thank god for us he's still
shit-faced. I don't think he'd take kindly to catching his wife fucking one of
the neighbors. Don't sweat it though. I gave him a pill that will keep out for
at least 8 hours, so we won't have to worry about that again. Now then, let's
get back to some of that good fuckin."
Margie started to straddle me, but
I stopped her. "I got a better idea. You like it doggy style, baby?"
"Oh
yeah, I love it that way, hun."
Margie flipped over, got on her hands and
knees facing the foot of the bed, spread her legs, and hoisted her ass in the
air, inviting me to penetrate her. Her pussy presented an inviting target,
centered in the middle of her thick, dark, curly bush - swollen, pink, wide
open, and sopping wet. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward me.
Margie reached between her legs and grabbed my cock - wet, slippery, and
dripping with pussy juice - and guided me in. As I drove my dick deep inside
her, she thrust her ass backwards, grinding it against my pelvis until we were
coupled tightly together.
"My turn to ride you for awhile, baby," I
laughed. I began to fuck her, slow at first, building up the intensity as we
both got in the groove. She thrust her ass back and forth, really getting into
it, as I slid my dick in and out of her. As she got more aroused, Margie swung
her hips from side to side and wiggled her ass, keeping time with the rhythm of
my strokes. We were facing the closet door at the foot of the bed. It was
covered with a full-length mirror so we got a bird's eye view of ourselves as we
went at it. That was quite a sight. Margie on her hands and knees, and me
kneeling behind her, ball deep in her pussy. Her tits swirled in circles, and
her tummy, thighs, and that big flabby ass rippled and shook, bounced and
quaked, as I pounded away at her. Margie stared at our image in the mirror,
fascinated. "Damn, watching us fuck gets me hot. I'd love to have a video of
this," Margie moaned. I told her that we would get together at my place next
time and I'd set up my camcorder and tripod.
I slipped one hand around
the front of her waist and onto her pussy, and found her clit with my thumb and
forefinger. I worked her clit and pumped her pussy from behind. That got Margie
real aroused. I could tell from her rapid panting and the frantic, frenzied
thrusting of her hips that Margie was close to cumming.
"Roll over,
baby," I told her. As I pulled my dick out of her, it made a wet, slurping
sound. Margie rolled over on her back, spread her legs, and drew her knees up
against her tits. Her pussy was wide open and waiting for me. I knelt between
her legs, guided my cock inside her, and dove in. Margie gasped as I hit bottom.
I balanced myself over her in the push-up position. She wrapped her legs tightly
around my back, just below my shoulders blades. We stared at each other for a
second and I began to fuck her, real slow and deliberate. I took my time as I
slid my cock almost all the way out, then worked it all the way back in, a
little bit at a time. Margie responded by clamping her pussy around my cock,
tight as a vice, and moving her ass in sync with my strokes.
We both got
our second wind, and we talked and giggled as we fucked at a slow leisurely
pace. Even though we had been fucking for nearly half an hour, Margie's pussy
was still tight and juicy. I told her, "Damn, baby. You're tight as a virgin. I
can't believe you've had 3 kids."
Margie grinned up at me. "I guess it's
tightened up from lack of use," she laughed. "Bob and I do it maybe once a year,
and it never lasts more than a minute. I can't remember the last time he made me
cum."
"Uh huh. Well, that's about to change. Starting tonight, I plan on
using it on a regular basis."
"Mmmmmmmm. I like that. You can have all
this pussy you want, any time you want it."
I began to fuck her harder
and faster. Margie kept up with me, churning her hips and rotating her ass in
semi-circles in time with my moves. It was hot in that room. We both began
panting and started to sweat. One at a time, Margie tossed her legs over my
shoulders and locked her heels around my neck. As she did so, her pussy spread
wide open, and I really poured the dick to her. She arched her back, heaved to
and fro, and yelled encouragement. The room was filled with the sound of our
mating. The slap of our sweaty bodies slamming together; our grunts, groans, and
squeals; and the loud, wet schlop-schlop-schlop sound my dick made as I plowed
away at Margie's gash.
By now we were screwing at a furious pace. Margie
swung her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my back again, squeezing
so hard, I almost lost my breath. Her lips drew back in a snarl, and I knew she
was close to cumming. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, hoping that I
could get off at the same time she did.
Perfect timing! Margie arched her
back, squirmed, and squealed with delight. "I'm cuuummmmming! Oh baby, please
don't stop. Fuck me! FUCK ME!!" she shrieked. A couple of seconds later, I
buried my cock inside her, and gasped as I hit bottom. I held that position and
ground the head of my cock against the bottom of her pussy as I exploded inside
her, filling her with gobs of cum.
Margie went nuts. As I skewered her
there in the middle of the bed, she reared and bucked, and pounded her heels
against my back. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She clawed and
scratched at my back with her long nails and bit my shoulder so hard I cried out
in pain. Suddenly, she went limp, and I collapsed on top of her. I rolled off
onto my back and Margie snuggled up beside me.
"So, are you glad you
decided to stay this evening?" Margie asked me.
"Damn right I am. Honey,
you sure know how to fuck. You got some moves I never seen before. Man, you've
got some good pussy," I told her with a grin. She grinned and put her head on my
chest. We fell asleep like that.
Aged To Perfection Ch. 1
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