One by product of my new lifestyle was a new self confidence. A sense of well being that was noticed quickly by my peers. I was stoked when one day after a hard game our football coach remarked how I had matured and how that maturity had strengthened my game.

Girls smiled at me and went out of their way to stop and say hi.

After nearly every game or practice some of the most popular cheer squad beauties stopped to talk to me giggling and flirting skittishly.

One evening when the new cheer squad gathered around the jeep looking for a ride home, their middle aged manager trainer, a spunky muscled blonde, invited me to join her jogging sessions.

Things had changed. I was keen to take advantage of every opportunity.

Later I lay on my back on Angelique‘s queen sized bed whilst she inspected what she called my love tool. “My god the women will love it” she cried. “When you learn to use it properly you will make many women very happy.” she explained, as she admired, then licked, sucked and massaged my balls.

Ever since the cookie run started I had tried hard to get Angelique alone, all to no avail. We had finally found an opportunity and made up for lost time.

“Wow! That was amaaaaazing!” She smiled sweetly at me as I leaned in for a soft kiss.

“I second that emotion.” Five minutes ago we’d been having hardcore sex. Now she looked like an innocent college student. Well, she was a graduate college student, but she was hardly innocent.

“So what time is your flight tomorrow?”

“Five pm,” I replied. I could see her mental calculator working as she furrowed her brow.

“That means you don’t have to leave Boulder til one tomorrow afternoon. Which means we have thirteen and a half hours left for…….sex. You’re gonna be one sore dude when you get on that plane tomorrow.” She giggled.

“God I hope so.” Her giggle was so innocent, but so sexy. I could listen to it all day.

“You are hereby a captive until released. The bathroom is there, the kitchen is over there…” She pointed dramatically around her small studio apartment.

“The bed is here, of course, and this is where you will be held until further notice. Of course, I might release you long enough to fuck me on the floor or on the counter.” She giggled again. Damn. She leaned in for another kiss, this one a bit more wet and willful than the last. She was a fantastic kisser. Her lips were so soft and pliant and her tongue was constantly probing for mine. And best of all I could tell she really wanted to kiss me.

She lay back and I propped my head on my arm so I could take in the beautiful view. Her exquisite body lay before me in all its glory. I gently traced her curves with my fingertips. I’d be ready for round two soon, but I wanted to talk for a bit. I began to query her on her sex life and for the next twenty minutes I probed gently. She was a willing interview.

I asked her about any secret sensitive spots I should know about – (she loved to be kissed on her lower back – mental note). Did she masturbate much? – (pretty much every day when she wasn’t in a relationship). Hands or toys? – (fingers in a pinch, but she loved her pocket rocket.). Ever been with another woman? – (three times, once in high school, once with an art professor in college, and most recently with her friend Marisa.)

Our conversation was punctuated by soft deep kisses, maintaining a certain level of sexual arousal. I was slowly getting turned on as she revealed herself to me and she seemed to be getting off talking about herself.

Ever done a threesome? – (just once, with Marisa and her boyfriend at the time. It was incredibly hot). Boy, this Marisa was all over the place. I’d have to find out more.

“So this Marisa sounds like a hot ticket?”

“Oooooohh. She is. You’d love her – and she’d love you. She’d love your big cock. Maybe next time you come to visit, and there will be a next time, I can invite her over. She has an incredible body and she’s so into sex.” Dani smiled this wicked smile and squeezed my stiffening cock.

“How’d you meet?”

“Well, she tends bar at the place I work. We became friendly and one night we went out for drinks, got drunk and started talking about sex – men in general, what we liked, how we got ourselves off, etc. One thing led to another and before we knew it, we were in bed and she was eating my pussy – I mean really eating my pussy. She’s one of the few women I’ve met that loves sex as much or more than me. Anyway, we have fun together, but we’re both really into guys. We save our little trysts for when we’re really horny and there’s no good man around. I will definitely introduce you next time you visit. Trust me – you would love her.” Another giggle.

Somehow I didn’t doubt her. I would have to be in touch with my travel agent as soon as I got home. All of a sudden Dani jumped off the bed.

“Gotta pee. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Not likely, I thought to myself. I would have to continue the interview later. Much to learn about, I could see.

I watched Dani scoot toward the bathroom; her cute little rear end twitching tightly. What a site! Her butt cheeks were so well-defined and perfectly proportioned. They jiggled so cutely when she walked. She had the kind of ass you’d want to follow anywhere.

I popped up and threw six CDs into the changer and hit shuffle. I dove back onto the bed. I thought about how lucky I was to be here at this moment. In a minute that bathroom door would open again and this beautiful naked woman would run back to bed. And that woman would be Dani, of all people. Damn lucky, I’d say.

I lay on my back, my cock flopped to the side on my stomach – not hard, but getting rejuvenated. My balls rested languidly between my thighs – resting up for the next round. I heard the toilet flush and Dani flung open the door. Now I admired the full frontal view as she approached the bed. Her exquisite breasts bounced fluidly and swayed as she strode toward the bed. The rest of her body was taut and smooth – only her tits seemed to have a mind of their own.

“Get up,” she demanded. I stood up. “Grab the other end of the bedspread.” I leaned over and followed orders. As we pulled the spreads down to the end of the bed I looked again at her body and relished the view of her tits swaying below her torso as she bent over. We pulled the covers to the end of the bed and tucked them down on the floor. Before us was a bright white sheet – like an empty canvas or a blank page – waiting for what was to unfold. I sat down on the corner of the mattress and felt the smooth Egyptian cotton.

“Come over here, Dani.”

She walked over and stood in front of me. My head was breast high and I had perfect access to her amazing body.

“I just need to look at you and touch you.” I whispered. She purred and smiled sweetly.

I reached up and touched her beautiful face – outlining the sculptured edges of her jaw and chin. I used the lightest touch I could to touch her cheeks and push the errant strands of hair behind her ears. She stroked the back of my head. I gently touched her lips and she turned her head slightly to grab my fingers with her mouth – slowly sucking in my middle finger. I felt her tongue lashing the end of my finger as she looked me in the eye.

“Your finger is nice, but I need something a lot bigger to suck on, Ben.”

“Soon enough, baby. I’m not done exploring.” My cock twitched as I thought about what she’d just said.

My fingertips wandered down the taut muscles of her neck, came to rest on her shoulders, then continued their feathery journey down her upper arms. Her skin was so soft, her face so incredibly innocent and pretty. I stroked back up to her shoulders, then slowly inched my way down toward her succulent breasts. I languidly draped my fingers over her full tits. She looked at me with a fire in her eyes. I looked back and twirled my fingertips around her nipples. They were rock hard and standing up stiff against her soft breast. I put my hands under her tits and lifted them, feeling their weight and fullness.

“Dani – you have the most beautiful tits I have ever seen – or had the pleasure of touching. Absolutely incredible. Do you ever get tired of men staring at your beauty?”

She looked at me seductively. “I love my breasts. And I love men looking at me. It turns me on, to be quite honest. I like to think about men jacking off to me……fantasizing about me. I like to show off my body.” She paused for a minute as I continued to massage and caress her boobs while I looked into her beautiful eyes.

“You know, Ben, back when I interned with you as a senior in high school, I used to love the way you looked at me, while you pretended you weren’t looking. I used to get so turned on. You used to wear this old pair of tight faded jeans and you’d sit in your chair with your legs crossed and your package looked so round and full. God, I used to wonder what it would be like to get down on my knees, pull your cock out and suck you right there in the office. I wondered how big your cock was and what you looked like when you came. You were old enough to be my dad! I couldn’t believe I was having those thoughts at the time, but I did.”

I looked at her dumbfounded.

“I had absolutely no idea. I’m glad I didn’t know at the time. It would have been too hard to handle the thought.”

I remember how she would come into the office her last semester in high school – wearing these tight little tops, bra straps exposed, tight little belly exposed as well. You could usually see her taut nipples through the fabric of her top and what usually seemed to be a very sheer bra. She’d wear either skin tight low-cut jeans or short little skirts that showed off her shapely tan legs. It used to be very difficult not to stare and think about her innocent beauty. Now she stood before me allowing me to touch her anywhere.

I stopped stroking her and looked into her deep dark eyes, her eyebrows cocked in an inquisitive expression. I left her breasts, hard as that was to do, and began to slowly run my hands down her stomach. Her tummy was solid, but her skin was soft. I glazed my hand over her belly button piercing, then splayed my hands out over her hips. God, they were smooth – a perfect hourglass shape with skin like silk. I moved my hands slowly to her pubis – her beautiful pussy mound. I cupped her mons with my hand. It was round, full, and hairless, and just slightly moist.

“Did you ever masturbate and think about me,” she asked in this shy little voice.

“Well, yes, to be quite honest. Many times, in fact. You had an innocence about you, yet you were totally hot. I fantasized a lot about you, Dani.”

She smiled in a very sexy way. “What would you think about when you looked at me in the office, Ben?”

I looked straight into her deep brown eyes. I could only speak in a soft low voice. “I used to look at you in your short skirts and I wondered what kind of panties you were wearing. I wondered what you tasted like. I used to wonder what it would be like to run my fingers up your smooth thighs and touch your pussy.”

I did just that. I slowly slid my hand up her inner thigh, then felt the heat of her pussy as I came to touch her outer lips. I lightly stroked and flicked her lips with my finger as I looked for her opening. She was getting wetter and I slowly inserted my finger up into her vagina – sliding the full length of my finger into her slick pussy. Dani gasped and pulled my face into her breasts.

“And I wondered what it would be like to suck on your nipples while I fingered you.”

I slipped her nipple into my mouth and very gently sucked her. Her nipple was very hard and I could tell they were very sensitive right now. Dani moaned and clutched me to her body. I slowly wiggled my finger deep in her vagina walls.

“Ooooh Ben. I used to fantasize about you bending me over the desk, ripping my panties off and shoving your big cock into my pussy – fucking me hard right there in the office on my desk.”

This talk was making Dani incredibly wet and me hard as steel. I withdrew my finger, detached my lips from her nipples and told her to turn around.

“Spread your legs a little, bend over and put your hands on your knees.”

Dani complied. She always followed directions well mature housewife make love with younger neighbor. I massaged her supple ass cheeks, exposing her asshole. The view of her pussy from this vantage point was like some kind of internet close-up. The supple pouch of her pussy lay spread between her upper thighs. Her full labia peeked out seductively from her crevice. I reached through her legs with my hand until my palm cupped her pussy mound. It was so full and round, her wet labia squishing against the palm of my hand. I inserted my thumb into her pussy, then leaned in to lick and tongue her compact little asshole. I heard her catch her breath.

“Oh Ben. You bad boy,” she whimpered. I pulled back and extracted my finger.

“Lay down on the bed, Dani. Time for a massage.”

She plopped down face first on the clean white sheet. She put her arms under her head and lay there ready for me. She looked scrumptious – her cute little bubble butt protruding so nicely from her lower back. Dani’s body looked great from just about any vantage point. But seeing her lying prone on the bed was exquisite. Her back tapered down to her tiny waist in two ridges with an indentation at her backbone. Her lower back then sloped up sharply into the protruding globes of her perfect ass. Her ass cheeks tucked in quickly at the bottom into the tops of her long smooth thighs. It was an absolutely perfect ass.

I straddled her butt, pulled her hair back from her shoulders and began to massage her neck. I kneaded her shoulders and upper back. As I did so I let my cock, rub along the crack of her ass, back and forth. Smooth hard cock against the fine skin of her ass cheeks. I could feel her push her ass up to meet my cock as I ground it into her soft buns.

“Mmmmmm,” Dani moaned. “Big Ben is back.”

I continued a deep tissue massage of her back while I rocked rhythmically along her ass. It was so smooth and silky. I moved forward just slightly and let my balls hang down and graze her ass – back and forth. Her body felt so good under mine. I continued to drag my balls back and forth along her ass, my erection aching to get back in on the action.

I scooched back further and worked her lower back. I told her to spread her legs and I moved to kneel between them. I massaged her lower back with the pressure of my weight, her breathing and soft moaning sounds letting me know I was on the right track. I moved down to her sweet little butt. She had the softest skin on her butt cheeks and I squeezed her globes of flesh while exposing her asshole and pussy to my view. So hot. I could not believe this beauty was at my fingertips. As I massaged her ass her labia opened and closed with each squeeze. I could hear little wet sticky sounds emanating from her pussy. I could smell her sex. Her little gasps and moans were my reward for the fine job I was doing.

I moved to kneel on her left side and recalled one of her comments. I began to massage her shoulders again with my left hand, reached down to lightly touch the inside of her upper thighs with my right hand, and bent down to kiss and lick her lower back. She began to squirm and coo with delight. Thanks to her earlier tip I had found a secret spot and I was going to mine it for all it was worth. I licked up and down her lower spine, alternating big sloppy kissed with a twirling tongue. Meanwhile my right hand found its way up to her pussy, which was absolutely soaking wet. I slid my thumb in and curved it forward to mine for her G spot, all the while caressing her shoulders and kissing her lower back.

“God, Ben. That feels so good. Don’t stop. Mmmmmmm!”

I straddled her again, this time in reverse, she still on her tummy. I used my hands to pull her hips up from below so her ass was sort of lifted up slightly from the bed. I kissed my way down her lower back, up the sharp slope of butt cheeks and enjoyed the view of her completely exposed ass and pussy lips. I buried my tongue into her asshole. She squirmed and hissed under me. I felt like I was playing a fine instrument and was learning all the nuances of her body.

I slowly moved my mouth over and down to her pussy, totally soaking my face in her juices. I licked back and forth, from her asshole to her clit, back and forth, dipping my tongue deep into her pussy as I went by each time. She was absolutely writhing in pleasure and groaning loudly, moving her hips up and down to the rhythm of my mouth and tongue.

She spread her legs wide giving me full access to her soaking wet cunt. I ended up back at her clit and this time I opened my mouth, sucked in the upper lips of her labia into my mouth and used my tongue to search the folds for her clit. Her pussy lips were long, loose and very suckable. I found her clit and went to town, sucking for all I was worth and rapidly flicking her clit with my tongue. I gently slid my middle finger into her asshole, just up to the first knuckle. She moaned with delight. This was great fun, but a bit of an awkward position.

I stopped and slapped her cute butt. It jiggled. “Turn over, Dani.”

She was so turned on. She flipped quickly and spread her legs – her pussy wet and open like a fresh flower. I wanted to fuck her, but there would be more time for that later. I kneeled at her left side. I slipped my right middle and ring fingers into her sloppy pussy and with my left hand I began to rub her clit. I gauged the speed and pressure based on her moans and body movement. I inserted a third finger. It was a tight fit, but she was so slick with juices that they slid right in. Now I began to jerk her off in earnest, coordinating the rhythm of my strokes to the music playing right then. As I hit a certain rhythmic stride she pushed her ass off the bed and maintained an arched position. I moved my fingers in and out as fast as I could and rubbed her clit furiously.

I looked in the mirror at this amazing site. She was totally into it, groaning and bouncing her hips up and down, telling me not to stop, breathing heavy, eyes clenched tight.

“Fuck Dani! You are so hot! You are so fucking hot! I’m gonna finger your fucking pussy.” I yelled.

Her breathes got shorter and shorter and her body became rigid.

“Fuck me! Fuck me with your fingers! Faster! Ahhhh FUCK!!! Ben!!!”

She opened her mouth wide and nothing came out. Her eyes were closed and her face was frozen in orgasmic bliss. For a few seconds the only sound was the slurpy gush of my fingers pistoning in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I felt her pussy clench in convulsions on my fingers – over and over again. I stopped plunging and wiggled them inside the spasms of her vagina walls. I pulled my other hand away from her clit. Her orgasm lasted a good sixty seconds. She let out a huge sigh and lowered her body back to the bed, her legs spread. I slowly withdrew my fingers and leaned over and gave her big wet pussy lips a couple of licks. She had very large lips for such a compact young woman. I kneeled up closer to her head and gave her a deep French kiss, letting her taste her own juices. I pulled back and she giggled.

“Holy fuck, Ben! You’re not leaving tomorrow. No way”

“Sorry babe. Gotta go back to the real world – much as I would like to stay longer.”

I laid down next to her – she had a post-orgsmic glow. Her nipples were distended and her face had a warm color. I leaned in and gave her a wet kiss. She pulled away and put her mouth next to my ear and whispered.

“Ben – you have given me two of the best orgasms I have ever had. And right now” – she gently rested the palm of her hand on my thick cock – “I am going to do the best I can to return the favor.”

She licked the inside of my ear and pushed me onto my stomach. She straddled my back, sitting on my ass, and leaned down to whisper in my ear again.

“Baby?” Man, I love it when she calls me that. She whispered softly, “I really, really need to suck your cock right now. And I really want you to come in my mouth – if it’s okay with you?”

I paused for a minute while I thought this question over.

“Well, I’ve consulted with my cock and, after careful consideration, we have come to a consensus that we are happy to come in any orifice of your choosing.” She giggled.

She lay down on my back. I could feel her breasts pressed against my upper back and she began to grind her pussy into my ass. Very pleasant. She moved up a little further, spread her legs wide and began to press her pussy against my lower back and put her mouth to my ear. I could feel her wetness on my back.

“I’m gonna suck you, baby,” she said as she gave me a big wet kiss in my ear. She continued to grind her pussy mound into my lower back, right at the top of my ass. She moved her mouth down my back, kissing my back the way, I’m sure, she likes her back kissed. A few mental notes ensued. Then I felt her hover over me and lower her tits onto my ass cheeks. She moved and swayed as her tits draped and slid over my butt. I could feel her hardened nipples grazing the cheeks of my ass. The feeling was incredible. She worked her way down between my spread legs and began to rub my buns.”Damn, Ben. You have some really sweet little buns here for an older guy. They’re so tight. And smooth.” She gave my ass a hard slap and giggled. I loved it when she did that.

She kissed the top of my ass crack and worked her way down as she moved behind me. I lifted my ass up off the bed to meet her exploring tongue. Before I knew it she was rimming me. Her tongue circled around my anus and probed my asshole. She worked down further and then told me to get on my knees, head down. I pulled my knees up and did just that. She reached underneath and began to tease my balls – barely touching them, then moving away, only to come back again. It was a very sensual position – I felt totally exposed to her as she used both hands to very gently stroke my cock and balls. Her teasing was having the desired effect as my erection grew to full strength.

I suddenly felt her shift her position under me and realized she was now on her back and sliding herself underneath me so her face was directly under my cock. I felt her pull one of my balls into her mouth and groan. She released my ball and began to lick my shaft.

“Oh, Ben, baby, your cock is beautiful.”

She started licking and sucking me in a frenzy, then suddenly took my cock deep. I was hovering above her and wanted to press down and fuck her face, but I contained myself. I heard her gag slightly, then pull back to a nice comfortable depth and maintain a nice rhythm. I felt like I could have come in this position and she would have swallowed every drop. But I felt like this was a bit uncomfortable for both of us and I wanted to watch her face while she sucked me. So I pulled around and lay on my back.

Dani got a big smile on her face and repositioned herself between my legs. I lay my head back on a pillow, spread my legs and let her nestle into position. Dani grabbed my cock and began to lightly stroke it and look at it. I just wanted to watch this exquisite creature suck me.

“Damn, Ben. You have one sweet cock here. You know, you could have me cold just for the way you made me feel tonight – but then you have this big hard cock for me too – you’re just too much Ben.”

She fondled my balls gently and lightly rubbed my cock up and down.

“I love the way you’ve shaved your balls. They’re so smooth – and suckable. I don’t know why more guys don’t’ do it. It just makes me want to suck you so much.”

She snuggled down between my legs and gently took one of my balls into her mouth, then the other. Letting go, she began to press her mouth between my balls, and tonguing the skin. Unreal sensations wheeled through my body. With one hand she held my cock up and away – with the other she tickled my balls while she sucked her way up and down my shaft. Then she pulled up on her knees between me and took my cock into her hands. She quickly tied her hair up so I would have an unhindered view of my cock in her mouth. It was such a beautiful site. She gently dropped her wet open mouth down and took me in – deep, then back up, deeper, then back up. She continued to massage my balls with one hand, stroke the bottom of my cock with the other and continue a masterful blowjob with her mouth.

Her technique was incredible. She may not have found too many guys to her liking in Boulder, or so she said, but there was no doubt she had some serious experience sucking cock. Her lips seemed so full and wet, and they slid seductively on my cock as she moved up and down, up and down, establishing a gentle, but steady rhythm. I never once felt her teeth. And best of all it felt to me like she was sucking me because she wanted to. At that moment I felt like all she wanted to do was give me pleasure, and she was doing a damn fine job. She kept taking me deeper.

At one point she began to look up and we locked eyesight. She went up and down, and I watched my cock stretch her lips back and forth. She’d occasionally take my cock out of her mouth for an instance and look at me and smile, all the while continuing to stroke me with her hand so the rhythm never ceased. She was so fucking gorgeous. Then she’d resume sucking and moving her head up and down – looking at me with lust and desire. Her beautiful brown blowjob eyes had my head spinning.

I looked over in the mirror at the side of the bed. There I was lying under this gorgeous woman who was sucking my cock for all it was worth older men fucking young women. The view was unreal. Dani started to pick up the pace a bit and she was moaning. I noticed that while her right hand continued to hold the base of my shaft, her other hand was busy rubbing her pussy. I could hear the wet slurps of her blowjob combined with the juicy stroking of her engorged labia. The sounds, the smells, the steady rhythm, the view in the mirror, her moaning. her sexual intensity – it was all leading me to the edge. I started to feel the rustling of my orgasm coming. Dani could sense this and began to suck for broke.

“Yeah, baby. Suck my cock. It feels so fucking good. Suck me, Danielle.”

She pulled away and spit on my cock, then dropped down and took in well over half my erection. She gagged slightly. I felt my orgasm build and kept my hand on her head to keep up the rhythm. I was getting ready to explode.

“Use your hand!!” I screamed. She pulled her mouth off and jerked me as quick as her little hand could move. Her grip and technique were excellent. She had a determined and excited look on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahhh. Here cum!!”

The first rope of cum exploded up and over my head, headed north. Dani opened her eyes in awe, then dropped down to take the next four spurts in her mouth. It was an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm She sucked and sucked and moved her tongue over my cock while she sucked, taking in every last drop. My spasms subsided and she lifted her mouth off my cock. My cum dripped out of her mouth and down her chin, some of it dropping to land on her nipples and breasts. She smiled at me and moved her hand up to rub the cum into her tits.

I had not come that hard in a long time. Dani looked up over my head at the wall.

“Damn, Ben. Are you trying to redecorate the place? What’s the story? You don’t like my artwork?”

I looked up over my head and there on the wall above the bed was a giant rope of sperm dripping down the wall. I may be getting older and I may not come in the volume that I used to, but when I’m really excited, my cum still explodes out my cock when I orgasm. This must have shot five or six feet to reach the wall. Dani was impressed.

“Ben, look how far you shot your first load. Damn, boy. I’ve never seen anyone shoot that far. I’m glad I got the rest of it.”

“Your doing, babe. God, you suck cock so well. I’m sorry, though. Want me to clean it up?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She kissed me deep and I could taste my cum in her mouth and on her cheeks. It was everywhere. We cuddled and pressed our sweaty bodies together. A short nap might be in order. Soon enough we were asleep in one another’s arms.

I awoke several hours later with a start. Where was I and who was sucking on my cock? Then it hit me – Dani. Lovely Dani. Man this girl liked sex. She had my flaccid cock growing and was sucking and licking with abandon. Flaccid gave way to erect in short order.

“Whoa, girl. Slow down. How about we take a shower?”

My cock flopped out of her mouth with a little popping sound. She giggled.

“Okay babe. Let’s go clean the machine.”

I followed her sweet little ass into the bathroom. She had a tub/shower with plenty of room for both of us. We got the water nice and hot and stepped in. She pinned her hair up to keep it from getting wet. She stood in the spray and I stood behind. I found a bar of soap and lathered my hands, then began to lather her body. I stood behind her as she faced the shower and soaped up her back, working my way down to her soft little ass. It felt so good to soap it up and massage it. Soft soapy flesh – nothing better. Next I worked my way around front and began to massage her breasts with my soapy hands.

“I’m very concerned that we make sure your breasts are extra clean,” I said. The fullness of her beautiful breasts coupled with my soapy hands was too much. I ground my soapy cock into her ass as I massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She reached behind and cupped my engorged cock in her hands.

We traded positions. She turned me toward the shower and stood behind me. I could tell she was lathering up her hands. Then she reached down with her right hand and gently grabbed my cock, while her left hand reached underneath and began to massage my balls. Her soapy hands slipped and slid around my groin. She made a little circle with her finger and thumb and began to slide it up and down my erection. Where did she learn to do this kind of shit? I was floored. Meanwhile her left hand fondled and massaged my balls. I was getting ready to shoot.

“Stop! Damn I want to come inside you, not all over the shower stall.”

“Geez, you have a thing about shooting onto walls, don’t you?”

I turned around to face her. I reached down with my soapy hand and rubbed her pussy, her cleanly shaved pussy feeling wonderful in my hand. I slipped a finger inside her. She bent down and took my cock into her mouth. I reached down to fondle her right breast as it dangled seductively from her frame.

“Okay,” I said. “All clean. Let’s get back in bed.” She shut the shower off and we got out of the tub and began to dry one another off. I’d been fucking this girl for several hours now and I was still in awe of her beauty.

“Let me dry you,” she said. I stood there while she toweled me dry, my cock at full mast and getting in the way. She dried my ass and my legs, then hung the towel on my erection. It bobbled up and down and she laughed her infectious giggle. “I found me a towel rack.”

“Let’s go,” as I directed her back to the bed. I left the towel bobbing on my cock as we walked. She was in hysterics.

“Powerful tool you have there, big boy. You are definitely towel-worthy.” She pulled the towel off and threw her arms around my shoulders. We stood in the middle of the room and pressed our bodies together. She smelled fresh from the shower. My cock stood straight and firm, mashed between our two bodies. I reached down and cupped her pert little ass cheeks and pulled her pelvis into me. We kissed – deep and wet.

“Dani? Would you do me a favor?”

She looked at me quizzically and cocked her head.

“Would you put on that pair of heels you had on earlier?”

She smiled seductively, stepped away, and sauntered over to her closet. She looked over her shoulder and said, “I’ve got a better pair than that.”

She dug into her closet and pulled out a pair of black spiked heels. She held onto the wall while she slipped them on, her breasts swaying as she balanced herself. Suddenly she was four inches taller and her legs seemed even longer and tighter. Her ass stood up high now and the effect of the heels was stunning. She walked back and forth, giving me a private fashion show. She looked so damn sexy – like a runway model, but without the runway or the lingerie. I just stood there dumbfounded, with a huge erection bobbing in front of me. Dani ambled over to me.

“You like?” she smiled.

“Fuck yeah, I like. Walk across the room again.” I leaned against the wall. She sauntered across the apartment, swaying her hips, flipping her hair, her ass twitching. She spun around. She looked me square in the eye and walked back, tits bouncing, hips sashaying, her sweet little pussy in the center of it all. She walked up to me and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“How do you want me, baby?”

I couldn’t speak. Words failed me. I just pulled her over to the bed and gently pushed her back. She pushed back to the middle of the bed and spread her legs, looking me straight in the eye. She wasn’t smiling anymore. She had a look of sheer lust. She dug the heels into the bed and pushed her pussy up while spreading it with her hands.

“I need you inside me, Ben. Come fuck me!” she ordered.

Your wish is my command. I kneeled down between her legs and bent over to lick her wide open pussy – just for a minute – just to get her juices flowing. She was already gushing. I crawled up and straddled her upper torso and slowly brought my engorged cock to her lips. She licked the underside as I slid forward, my balls ending up in her mouth. She sucked them ever so gently. I slid back again and leaned down to kiss her. It was a wet and very sensual kiss, our tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouth. I kissed each nipple with a little suck, then positioned myself between her legs. We’d explore other positions later. Right now I wanted her missionary. I wanted to be able to watch her beautiful face and I wanted to control the fucking.

I pressed my cock against her pubis and ground up and down against her slit. She reached behind and grabbed my buns and pulled me to her. I pushed up on my hands and straightened my arms while pulling up on my knees as well – getting into a position where I’d have maximum control of my thrusts. I teased her hole with the tip of my cock.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me!” she demanded.

She grabbed my cock and brought it toward her wet canal. I eased in, but only so far. She let out a moan. I began to slide in and out, but only halfway. Dani was starting to get excited and was pushing up to meet each thrust.

“Do you want half my cock, or all of it?”

“Fuck me!!” she demanded loudly.

I shoved my cock in hard up to the hilt. It slid into her tight pussy with no resistance. She grunted and gasped. I pulled out and did a couple more half strokes, then rammed it in again all the way. Dani’s vocal responses let me know I was hitting home. I kept alternating short strokes with hard long ones, then gradually began a slow deep rhythmic fuck. She moaned her approval and clamped her hands on my ass to pull me into her. Her legs were spread wide. I began to slam my cock into her as hard as I could.

“Fuck me hard, Ben! Fuck my pussy! Harder!” She was practically screaming now, hopefully not waking any neighbors. Her tight pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock.

She liked it rough and I was happy to oblige. We began a furious and serious fuck, our bodies slamming into each other in sync. I looked at her breasts as they bounced wildly on her chest with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in as deep as I could go.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you.” I rammed it home. Dani wasn’t talking anymore. She was gasping and groaning with each thrust and I could tell we were working up to a peak. I hit the next gear and began fucking with furious speed – Dani had her mouth open and I could only make weird gasping sounds. I could tell she was ready to come, as was I, so I reared back for several hard thrusts. On the last one I pushed in as far as I could go as I felt her pussy muscles spasm and clench my cock. I followed with several more full length thrusts. Her face was once again a look of orgasmic bliss. As her pussy contracted, I let off one huge load deep into her vagina.

We were both breathing hard and, once again, found ourselves needing to recuperate from a mind-blowing fuck. This girl was too much. I’d be dead in two weeks if I tried to keep up this pace. But for tonight, I was up for anything. I left my cock in her pussy and lay on top of her, kissing her and whispering in her ear.

“You, Danielle, are incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, old man mature wife sluts.”

“Pretty nice fuck, huh?” she giggled. Ah, I was in heaven. The night wasn’t over, but another short nap might be in order.

After graduation I would occasionally hear from or about her. She completed college and when she was applying to the master’s program in graphic design at Colorado University, she e-mailed me and asked me for a recommendation letter, which I happily supplied. She wrote back some time later thanking me for my letter and sharing the news that she had been accepted into the program and would be starting in the fall. She also mentioned letting her know if I was ever in the area.

It was a year or so later that I found myself traveling to Denver for a conference and the thought occurred to me that I should check in on Dani and see how she was doing. I had played somewhat of a mentor role over the years and figured she might benefit from my wisdom and experience. Or so I told myself. Truthfully, the thought of spending even a brief time with this beautiful creature certainly had some bearing on my decision to contact her.

We had always had a kind of eye contact thing that I could never get beyond. It was like she knew what I was thinking about her, and even though I was 26 years her senior, I always had the feeling she was flirting with me – or so I liked to think. A few e-mails back and forth and we set up a time for me to come visit one evening for dinner in Boulder. She sounded excited to see me. I could never have fantasized what lay in store.

Now – a little more about Dani. If I had to describe her in a few words it would be a “sultry girl-next-door” or an “innocent vixen”. While she exuded a wholesome charm, there was an underlying sexuality that was impossible to ignore, even when she had been in high school.

Dani was perfection, at least in my eyes. She stood 5′5″ tall and had a model’s face surrounded by a mane of unruly auburn hair that usually seemed completely untamed. Her skin was a silky soft shade of golden brown and I often wondered what it would be like to stroke her body. Her face was amazingly expressive with huge brown eyes that were captivating and sexually charged. She could look like an innocent teen one minute and a mature seductive woman the next. She had full pouty lips and I could only imagine what they would be like to kiss. I had always fantasized about my cock slowly sliding into her full, wet lips while she looked at me with her big sultry eyes. Blowjob eyes, I always thought to myself.

And that was just above the neck. Her body was incredible. I’d guess she was a 34 full B cup, very slim waist, say 23, and a gorgeous round, but very tight butt, probably another 34 or 35. She was a walking wet dream. She carried herself like a cat, with a sinuous, slinky stride that was awe inspiring to observe. Her breasts were perfect for her body type and stature and stood proudly on her frame. Over the years I’d been around her enough to notice how sometimes her nipples seemed to pop through her clothes at the oddest times – sitting high and proud on her full breasts. She was blessed with a cute little bubble butt that looked great in a tight pair of jeans or a short skirt. She had the cutest little twitch and bounce to her ass when she walked. Her legs were long, tanned and perfectly shaped. She received double-takes wherever she went.

On top of her looks, she was a great person, warm and friendly, with a sweet personality and a great sense of humor with an infectious laugh. She was seemingly unaffected by her looks and charm. She was incredible – what can I say? I looked forward to spending an evening with her.

My meetings in Denver were complete and I wasn’t heading out until late the next day. I hopped in my rental car and headed north. I hadn’t checked out of my hotel, but I was secretly hoping I wouldn’t be back that night. I brought a toothbrush, just in case.

I arrived at Dani’s small studio apartment on the outskirts of downtown Boulder around six. It was May and the weather was crisp and clear, the days getting longer. Her apartment was toward the rear of a cute bungalow style house. I climbed her porch, rang the doorbell and waited in quiet anticipation. I had not seen Dani in two years. Had she changed? I took a deep breath and waited as I heard a stirring inside.

The door opened and there stood this gorgeous woman. Holy shit! Better than I remembered. I couldn’t believe the beauty standing in the door smiling at me. She opened her arms for a hug.

“Mr. B! It’s so great to see you. Thanks for coming all the way up here.” She had changed, but only for the better, if that’s possible. She looked a little older (maybe because she was), her hair a little longer, and she just seemed to be a little more of a woman and less of a “teenager”. I guess the early twenties will do that for you. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I sensed a serious sexual charge in the air. I was standing in front of this beauty, miles from home with a full evening before us. She seemed truly glad to see me – and, obviously, the feeling was mutual.

She was dressed in a casual, but sexy manner. She wore a thin red flowered summer dress and high heel sandals with straps that wrapped part way up her calves. The dress sat beautifully on her body and it was clear she was not wearing a bra. The thin straps of her dress tied behind her neck, her full breasts stretching against the tight bodice of the sundress. Her hair was tied up in a wild mass secured with a hair clip. It accentuated her beautiful arms and shoulders. Her long smooth neck cried out for nuzzling. Her breasts moved and bounced ever so slightly as she walked and her nipples were sitting high on her breasts, just hidden from view. The thin fabric of the dress swayed beautifully around her thighs as she walked around the room getting ready to go. She bent over to pick up something and I admired the view of her beautiful round ass – absolute perfection. I wondered what kind of thong or panties she was wearing, if any. I was staring at her like a goon.

Her apartment was one big room with art, photos, posters and whatever covering every wall. It was a very comfortable space highlighted by a huge bed over against one wall. To the side was a full length closet with mirrors on the doors. There were unlit candles everywhere. It was sexy and inviting and I couldn’t help but think of the scenes that must have unfolded on that bed. Oh to be a fly on the wall in this little joint.

Anyway, we had more serious things to attend to – dinner – so we headed out the door and started to walk downtown. She talked with great animation as we strolled toward town, her breasts bouncing tightly as we walked. I kept taking furtive glances at her exquisite body.

She suggested a small bistro on a side street of downtown. We sat down at a small table for two, ordered drinks and dinner and continued to talk. I was swimming in her huge deep eyes. When I was talking she would lower her eyelids just slightly, look into my eyes, then at my mouth, then back at my eyes again – a slight smile on her full lips. I had to concentrate to speak intelligently.

We talked about work, school, design, mutual friends and colleagues and an hour or so flew by. By the end of the main course we had downed a drink each and polished off a wonderful bottle of cabernet. Our conversation turned more personal as we were both enjoying one another’s company and feeling no pain. I asked about living in Boulder, her friends, and finally got around to inquiring about boyfriends.

“Any boyfriends in your life? They must be beating your door down,” I exclaimed with not a bit of suavity

“Well, yes and no,” she replied. “I’ve had plenty of boyfriends through high school and college, but I can’t say I’ve met anyone that really does it for me. You might say I’m on a little sabbatical right now”

“I find that hard to believe,” I said incredulously. “You are an amazingly sexy woman. I can’t believe there is a man in this town that wouldn’t kill to go out with you.”

“Mr. B, you’re so sweet. Well, it’s not finding dates; it’s finding a man who can, well, please me to be honest about it. It seems like all the guys I go out with are just looking to get off themselves.” She paused. “Maybe I need to find a more mature guy.” She gave me the subtlest smile and batted those brown eyes ever so slightly.

“These guys must be idiots. What’s their problem?”

“I don’t know Mr. B. But I keep finding duds – interested in their own pleasure, but not particularly interested in mine. Plus a lot of guys just seem scared of me. It’s very depressing sometimes.”

I saw the opening I was looking for. “Dani, I’ve been a guy now for 49 years and I think I know what makes us tick. When I was your age all I could think about was getting off – find a girl and do anything possible to get laid. It’s just with another decade or two under my belt that I can now appreciate a different approach. Now I’m not concerned with getting off until after I’ve brought my lover to climax. I think most older guys are this way. I’m much more interested in pleasing a woman and learning what makes her tick. I know I’ll get off in due time. But, pardon my bluntness here, I absolutely love making a woman come.”

Dani looked at me and smiled seductively. She put her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands and asked “So what’s your technique, Mr. B?”

“Please Dani. Call me Ben. You make me feel old with the Mister stuff. Well – there’s two things that I look to do. First – I put my antenna up and try to concentrate on what’s working – what’s turning her on? Every woman is different – every pussy, excuse my frank language, is a work of art – and I just try to find out what moves are working. I sense her sounds, the rhythm of her breath, the twitching of her pussy, the clenching of her thighs. What are the things I’m doing that are working? And I try all my bag of tricks.”

“Second – I use all the tools at my disposal. I use my mouth, my lips, my tongue – then I kick in with my fingers and my hand. I use my breath, my nose – I lick, I suck, I kiss, I caress, I bite – I combine everything I can think of to stimulate the woman. I mean I just love pussy, and I love women. I could eat a woman all night long. I get hard thinking about it. In fact, I am hard as a rock right now. Don’t ask me to get up.” I paused as the realization of what I’d just said sunk in. “I’m sorry Dani. The wine has me blabbering like a fool here. How about coffee or dessert?”

Dani stared at me with her luscious eyes. She was a bit flushed mature teacher student sex story.

“Ben. I don’t what to stay any longer.”

Oh shit. Had I blown it? I suddenly felt like I’d missed the mark.

“In fact I’m a little warm and getting very wet. I’m going to go to the women’s room, you’re going to pay the check, and then we’re heading back to my place where we can continue this discussion.” She stood up abruptly and strode off toward the front of the restaurant. I heaved a sigh of relief.

As she weaved her way between the tables, the male patrons all looked up from their meals to take in this delicious woman swaying through the tightly clustered tables. I could not believe where this evening was heading. I grabbed the waiter, paid the check and waited for Dani to return. A few minutes later she was heading back to me. Heads turned again – women and men – wondering who this beauty was returning to. When she grabbed my hand and we headed for the door they must have thought I was either her father or a very lucky older guy.

We walked back to her place with her arm looped through mine. I could feel the fullness of her breast pressed against my elbow. We made small talk, but we both knew what was coming. I put my arm around her waist and felt the tight curve of her hip. The silky fabric of the dress slid seductively over her skin. I could feel the thin strip of a thong hugging the top of her hip. Her body was tight and a study in motion.

We straggled into her apartment. I used the bathroom and came out to find her lighting all those candles I had seen earlier. I leaned against the counter of her kitchen as I watched her move about, preparing her apartment for the events unfolding. She popped on the stereo and Sade began to croon. She looked over at me and began to dance and sway to the music, a very beautiful smile on her face. Damn, she was sexy. And I had her all to myself.

My cock was beginning to get involved. I could feel the blood flowing and my cock starting to thicken with the excitement. She looked me dead on – a complete wet dream looking at me with lust in her eyes. My hard-on was beginning to let itself be known. My silk boxers and linen pants were doing little to hide my excitement. Then again, I figured I had nothing to hide. I may be considerably older than most, if not all, of the men that Dani had seduced in this room. But I was not embarrassed by showing the fact that she turned me on.

She looked at me across the room and smiled. She sashayed over with a big knowing grin on her face. My cock by now was fully erect and creating a huge tent in my pants and I made no effort to hide it. Dani came close, put her hands on my shoulders and said, “It looks like something’s come between us?” Her belly was just grazing the tip of my erection.

“Nothing you can’t handle, love. You are so fucking hot. Obviously my cock fully approves of my being here – despite my advanced age.”

Dani reached down and gently touched my cock through my slacks. “Shit, Ben! Nice package. Glad the environment is to your liking.”

I put one hand behind her head and the other under her chin and lifted her luscious mouth up to mine for a kiss. Her lips were wet, full and pliant, just as I had expected. We started kissing innocently and gently, slowly increasing the pressure. We began to put our tongues into play. I licked her lips, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our kissing began to get hot – tongues exploring, slight moans coming from both of us. I pulled her head into mine and kissed her very deeply, her mouth opening to accept me. All the while she was kneading my fully erect penis and reaching down to cup my balls.

I pulled away and kissed my way around her cheek to her ear, nibbling gently. I could feel her sigh, so I slid my lips down her neck and began to lick and probe her neck and shoulder. Her breath quickened. My hands worked my way down to her tight little ass and I pulled her to me. The soft globes of her ass cheeks felt wonderful in my hand. She let go of my cock and put her arms around my neck. I pulled on her ass and ground my cock into the mound of her pussy. Her body molded to mine. I pulled back and slowed down.

“Turn around,” I said.

I spun her slowly 180 degrees as I perched on a stool next to her kitchen counter. This brought my cock to just the right height against her butt. I adjusted my erection so it was straight up. I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her smoking body against mine. I spread my legs so she could nestle her sweet little ass on the stiffness of my cock. She gently moved up and down to the music – giving me a private lap dance. I pulled her back so I could lick her ear. I nuzzled in and began to talk dirty; telling her how much I wanted to fuck her and how much I was looking forward to eating her pussy.

She responded by grinding her pussy onto my cock and moaning deeply. I licked her ear, kissed my way down her neck and looked down at the gorgeous view of her breasts. I undid the straps of her dress behind her neck and let them slide to the front of her shoulders. She lifted both her arms up and over my head giving me full and complete access to her breasts. I slid the top of her dress slowly over her nipples and gasped as I saw her tits come into view. Absolutely too much: perfectly full pear-shaped breasts tipped by golden nipples that were erect and pointing skyward. Her tits swayed ever so slightly as she moved against me.

I cupped her tits with my hands, enjoying their supple softness. I gently stroked her nipples with my fingertips. They stiffened to my touch. I tugged on them gently, pulling her breasts out slightly from her body. I let them go and they bounced back to their natural position. Perfect tits. I ground my cock deeper into the crevice of her ass.

“God, you’re beautiful, Dani. You’re breasts are perfect. In fact, everything about you is perfect.”

“You make me need you, Ben” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me – soon.”

I pushed her dress down around her hips. She wriggled her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. She leaned back against me as I explored the front of her body. I slid my hands from her breasts to her stomach, feeling the small studded jewelry piercing her belly button. I could see she still had on her thong. I slid my hand down her lower belly and cupped her silk covered pussy. She arched her back so her pussy mound became more prominent. I softly massaged her pussy slit through the thoroughly soaked material of her thong, slowly twiddling my middle finger on her clit. She caught her breath. I moved my hand away and reached down and massaged her thighs, then gently caressed the front and insides of her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, giving me full access to what lay between.

I reached down low and slid both hands up her inner thigh while I continued to kiss her neck and right ear. She slid her hands back and grabbed my cock with both hands, gently massaging it through my pants. I pushed her thong down past her hips, then reached down and gently touched her pussy mound. Her breath quickened as I began to explore her cunt.

I slid my middle finger down her slit and realized two things immediately. One, she was complete smooth and shaved, and had probably prepared her pussy for me just before our date. She was slick and juicy. Two, she had very full (and very wet) pussy lips. She was a small, tight girl, but her labia were full, wet and ready for me.

I slid my middle finger deeply into her slit and began to rub up and down – her prominent lips loose and fleshy. I slid up until I reached her clit and felt her tighten and catch her breath. I reached my other hand under her ass and up toward the front. I began to work her pussy with both hands – one gently rubbing the folds of her pussy lips and her clit, the other slowly sliding into her wet hole from behind. She bucked against my hands as I worked her pussy, her juices enveloping my fingers and making the inside of her thighs very wet. She was getting very turned on and so was I.

“We need to get comfortable, Dani. Go sit on the bed.” We disengaged and she sashayed over toward the bed, her cute little butt jiggling ever so slightly as she walked. She sat down on the corner of the bed, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows – looking me squarely in the eye. Her tits sat seductively on her chest and she spread her legs to expose her pussy to me with no self consciousness.

I still had my clothes on and my cock was stiff, straight and calling for attention. I quickly peeled off my clothes and stood there in my silk boxers, my huge erection being impossible to ignore. I stared into her eyes as I pulled my shorts forward and over my erection. I stood before her naked.

At 49 I’m no walking six-pack. But I’ve kept myself in shape and have a naturally slim body and a very nice ass, or so the ladies tell me. My cock is larger than average, pretty thick, and straight as an arrow. My erection aims up at a very nice angle and is as hard as a rock when I’m really excited – as I was now. I groom myself pretty carefully down there, so my balls and shaft are shaved and free of hair. I’ve never been embarrassed to expose my full erection to a new lover, and Dani was no exception.Dani stared with a hungry look. “My God, Ben, you have a beautiful cock. Come over here.” I walked over slowly, my cock bouncing stiffly from side to side as I walked. It swayed with a life of its own. She sat up straight and took my cock into her hand with a big smile on her face.

“Shit, Ben. I love it. You’re so fucking hard – and it’s so smooth.” She stroked it slowly and cupped my balls. She looked at me hungrily as she stared at my erection, cupping and massaging my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other. She was just about to wrap her full lips around my cock when I stopped her.

“Hold on Dani. There will be plenty of time for that later. I can’t wait for you to suck my cock young cop fucking mature ladies. Really. And I can’t wait to fuck you – believe me. But for the moment I want you to lie back on the bed and show me your pussy.”

She laid back and slowly spread her legs again. I reached for a pillow and shoved it under her ass. She looked so damn beautiful. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was fully exposed and open as the pillow pushed her pelvis into the air. Her large outer lips were fully open like a flower. Her smaller, thinner inner lips were slightly parted, pink and moist. She had a small landing strip of curly brown hair just above her clit I’ve seen my share of pussy, but this was one of the most exquisite female genitalia I had ever laid my eyes on. She had no doubt shown herself to many lovers and knew the effect of exposing herself fully would have on me. Her wide open pussy glistened in the light and her aroma wafted up to my nostrils. I just stared in amazement.

She reached down and used two fingers to pull her lips apart and show me the wet pink interior. She gently slid her middle finger down the groove of her slit and slowly slid it in up to her first knuckle, exhaling a soft, subtle moan. I could hear a very subtle, but juicy sound as she slowly pushed her middle finger in and out of her hole, staring into my eyes as she did so.

“You like?” she whispered. A rhetorical question with no need for an answer.

I knelt on the floor, a pillow under my knees. As she lay back on the bed I pulled up one leg and began to kiss the inside of her instep. As I licked her foot and tongued her toes, she continued to play with herself, soft little wet sounds continuing to come from her pussy. I worked on both feet and began to kiss my way up her calves to the inside of her knees, alternating from one to the other – all the while watching how she touched herself – taking mental notes.

I moved up her smooth thigh, the aroma of her wet pussy even stronger now. I began to kiss up and around her pussy, avoiding the slit, but coming ever so close. I began to suck and wetly lick the very edges of her labia, doing my best to tease her and drive her crazy.

She was beginning to rock her pussy up and down rhythmically, moving her fingers a little faster. I watched up close as she madly worked her clit. I pushed her hands to the side and moved my mouth down to the bottom of her slit, then began to move my tongue all over her lips, slowly sliding farther and farther up as she grabbed the back of my head. I sucked on her outer lips, grabbing them with my tongue, stretching them out and then letting them flop back into her pussy folds. Her lips were incredible – long, fleshy, juicy and very tasty.

“Oh Ben – suck me! Eat my pussy! Fuck me with your mouth!!” No need to ask twice.

Her pussy tasted divine and her responses to my oral probes spurred me on to more intense explorations. My mouth continued its journey up her pussy, finally arriving at her clit. She began to pull on my head and buck her hips. I responded with a concentrated kiss on her clit, taking my cues from her movements and sounds. I licked it very lightly and was met with a deep, guttural moan. I began slowly, but increased the speed and intensity of my licking. She began to buck her hips to meet my mouth and was making breathy noises. I slid my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her ass and pussy up to my hungry mouth. I French kissed her pussy hole with a deep probing tongue and began to lick and suck her in rhythm to the music. She ground her pussy into my face as her breathy moans became more and more intense. My face was getting soaked.

“Oh yeah! Eat my pussy! Lick me, Ben! Faster!” I began to increase the speed and pressure of my tongue.

As I continued to focus on her clit, I slowly slipped my middle finger into her pussy. It was a very snug fit and I knew she’d be tight when we got around to fucking. She was moaning and talking dirty to me, lost in an upward spiral. Her arms were straight out to the side and her hands were clenching and pulling violently on the bedspread. She was completely soaked and dripping juices down into the crevice of her ass. I gently inserted another finger and curved both fingers up to pull on her G spot. I licked madly, sucking on her clit, moving my fingers. I flicked my tongue in an erratic motion at a feverish pace. I could feel her breath become quicker and more erratic as I she responded to my tongue and fingers.

“Oh fuck!! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! it go……OH FUCK!!!”

Her eyes were closed, head swinging back and forth, short breaths escaping in a rhythmic fashion. She grabbed my head and practically pulled my whole face into her pussy. I increased the pressure of my mouth and the speed of my fingers as I felt her convulse and come in jagged breaths. She let out her breath and squeezed my head between her thighs. My face was completely soaked with her juice. I looked at her splayed on the bed – a vision of sexuality.

After she recovered her breath she opened her eyes and looked me in the eye.

“Fuck, Ben! I have never been eaten like that. Damn. Where have you been all my life?”

“You are so incredibly beautiful, Dani. I could eat your pussy all night long. It’s a pleasure – and a privilege.”

She just lay there for a few moments collecting herself, her pussy lips were full, thick and engorged – her entire cunt was sloppy wet. I gently nibbled the inside of her thighs and licked the juice, all the while enjoying the view of her legs spread wide and her pussy completely open for me to admire. My cock began to stiffen back to full hardness.

“Your turn,” she said all of a sudden. I moved up off the floor onto the bed and lay back with my legs spread. She looked at me with lowered lids and moved up in between my legs to kiss me. We French kissed deeply, her tongue probing, her lips so soft and full. She began to kiss her way down my chest, sucking for a few moments on my nipples, then proceeding down my stomach. She got to my cock, and cupped my balls with one hand. She looked up at me and while maintaining full eye contact she slowly began to lick the head of my cock.

She slowly began to suck farther and farther down the shaft, taking more and more of my huge erection into her mouth. She pulled off my cock and stroked it with one hand while she cupped my balls in the other hand and slowly licked from one to the other. She went back to my cock, massaging my balls with one hand, stroking the base of my cock with the other and she began to deep throat me – every so often looking up with her big brown eyes – her full lips stretched beautifully by my cock deep in her mouth. It felt so damn good and looked even better I watched her in the mirror – feeling like I was watching my own private porno.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth for a moment.

“I love that you shave your balls, Ben. They’re so smooth. I love your cock.”

She took it back in her mouth and began a slow up and down motion, taking me a little deeper with each drop and fondling my balls while stroking the base of my cock. Sometime over the next 24 hours, I was sure I’d come in that sweet mouth and enjoy watching my cum drip down her lips. But for now I had other ideas.

“I need to fuck you now, Dani.”

“Mmmmmm. I thought you’d never ask.”

She pulled up onto her knees and straddled me. She reached back and undid her hair, then shook her mane loose and flipped it behind her ears. I reached up to touch her hanging breasts – there suppleness cupped in my hands. She reached down and grabbed my cock and began to use the tip as a little dildo – stroking her clit with the head of my cock. Back and forth, her eyes closed, my anticipation about to explode.

Then she slowly inserted me into her, put both her hands on my chest, and began the slow, steady descent on my cock. She was so fucking tight. She started slowly, easing my size into her hole, up and down, slowly at first, increasing the speed gradually as my thick cock began to slide into her snug canal. She kept flipping her hair back and making moaning sounds. I kept my hands at a steady spot as she kept lowering her soft tits into my hands. She leaned back and I pulled my head forward to see the sight – her beautiful pussy lips stretched tightly around my manhood – my shaft wet and glistening from her juice. She put her hands behind her head and began to pick up the pace, her boobs bouncing in time to her thrusts.

While I loved the sight and feel, I also felt the need to take control. I stopped her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back in one quick motion without losing our connection. I put my hands and either side of her torso and pushed myself up so I could better see her. I gently slid the tip of my cock into her pussy. She caught her breath. I began to pump back and forth, each thrust driving my cock into her a little further, until I shoved it in deep to the hilt. As we began to build up a good rhythm, I could feel the full length of my shaft plunging into her pulsing wetness. She groaned deeply and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me as deep as I could go.

I began to fuck her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced wildly as I increased my pace. She moaned in a breathy reply as I pounded my cock deep into her body. Fucking is surely a physical exercise. But it can also be a completely emotional giving of oneself – and there was no doubt that Dani and I were fucking deeply in a physical as well as an emotional sense. We were fucking as one.

I needed to come and so did she. But I wanted to come in Dani doggie-style.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her over again as she pulled up on her knees facing away from me. I leaned down to look at her pussy in this position. Her beautiful full lips were open and separated from our fucking. Her spread pussy glistened in the candlelight as I teased her labia with my finger and enjoyed this incredible, sexy view.

I stood up next to the bed and pulled her hips up to meet my cock. Her heart-shaped ass looked adorable in this position. I was going to fuck her so hard. She was so wet already I slipped in to the hilt. She let out a guttural groan and lifted her open pussy to meet my rock hard cock. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her again – hard.

The image in the mirror was too much to take. She pushed her face down on the bed and curved her ass up to meet my cock. We began a slow, hard, steady rhythm. I loved this position – I could feel how deep I was fucking Dani’s pussy. Three sounds dominated the room – the slapping of my hips on her ass, the slurping, wet sound of my cock stirring up the juices of her pussy and her rhythmic moans as she responded to each thrust. Now we began to seriously fuck, in and out, faster and faster. I could feel myself getting ready to come and I could feel her on the brink as well.

“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.

I pumped as hard and fast as I could and yelled to her that I was coming. She met my final thrusts with a silence as I could tell she was holding her breath and coming hard. I felt her pussy muscles pulsating and squeezing my cock as I exploded deep into her body. We came together and collapsed in a heaving, sweaty mess on the bed. We began giggling and cuddled together to enjoy the post come bliss.

“Ben, don’t even think of leaving this bed for the next 24 hours mature women beautiful legs. You’re going to stay here and we’re going to fuck our brains out all night.”

“Twist my arm, Dani.” I knew this experience was going to be one of those short-lived things. But we sure as hell were going to enjoy ourselves tonight and tomorrow. We kissed softly and I nuzzled into her neck to take a short respite before our next fuck.

She was not an exception and soon she started asking for him by name. He found himself looking forward to her visits, almost always preceded by a cell phone call to make sure he was there. As a customer, she did buy things, she was reasonable, and brought her friends to shop as well. Then, one day, in the middle of the summer, she sort of disappeared.

An odd call came in that fall, someone calling on her behalf, telling him that she’d been seriously injured and that she was in a hospital. Then nothing. He tried to call her, but there was no answer. Worried, he tried the cell phone. Nothing, just her pleasant voicemail. Well, he thought, I wonder if something really bad happened. He didn’t know if he should call the hospital. Don’t be ridiculous, he thought, you barely know her. Finally, he did, nervously, but he couldn’t even learn if she’d even been there.

The winter went by, and although he occasionally thought of her, the intervals grew longer and longer. Other customers occupied him, other problems. Spring rolled around, the leaves started to blossom, and people started to do summer-like things like wear shorts, ride their bikes, and lawnwork. The phone rang one beautiful day - another routine call on a busy day. But then when he picked it up, it was her.

“Hi.” she said.

“Oh my God!” he cried out, “I thought you died.”

She laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“I got a call from someone saying that you were hurt and in the hospital and I called and no one answered so I tried your cell and it was just voicemail and I thought you died!” he blurted out.

“Oh.” She seemed a little taken aback. “Well, it’s true that I was hurt, a climbing accident, and I was bed ridden for a couple months. But now I’m okay, ready to get on with things.”

He could hear her smile, and they talked a bit more until she said she was waiting at the light for the store parking lot.

He watched her walk into the store - she hadn’t changed a bit. She stood a hair under 5′7″, just about his height, but she had long blond hair as opposed to his short, dark hair. She was pleasantly tan, with long legs and a very proportionate and shapely body. He guessed she weighed something like 120 lbs, 30 lbs less than him. She loved to wear skirts, and he drew in the sight of her thighs moving under the mid-thigh skirt, hips moving seductively. They said hi, him shyly, a slight blush on his face. She looked at him knowingly, smiling with the contrasts of his obvious pleasure in seeing her while at the same time seeing his uncertainty and shyness.

Her “official” reason for being there was to be re-fitted for some equipment. Although she had the equipment before, the accident (a neck injury affecting her spine) made fitment a little different. And so she they discussed what would take place. Now normally, this involves things like measuring limb lengths, a procedure that would need some relatively close quartered touching, something that invades a person’s personal space. So when she showed up in a miniskirt, his face fell.

“Um, you need to wear shorts or jeans, a skirt won’t really be appropriate.” he told her.

Typically focused on the task at hand, he couldn’t even think of the possibilities of a fitting session with a skirt.

“I should have realized,” she replied, “I’ll come back another time.”

They walked outside, him to help her with a few bags, and they caught up with each other’s last few months.

She’d had a tumultuous time in the last half year - along with the injury, her husband filed for divorce while she was still bed-ridden. In her late 30’s, she struggled to straighten out her life, to return to normalcy, and this fitting was a part of it.

He’d ended (a few months ago) a painful, up and down, 5 year relationship, one that started when he was barely 19. Too weak to end it, too drawn to its rare highlights, he’d carry the effects of it for literally a decade more. He too was struggling to maintain some semblance of a normal life. Although very cheery at work, privately, he longed for companionship. He focused on his work and his hobbies (one of which, fortunately, had to do with his job). Personally though, he felt a lost, lacking direction, longing for that special someone.

And so they parted that day, both glowing, both smiling, him looking forward to her next visit. As promised, she returned a few days later, but as she walked in, she laughed.

“I forgot my gym bag,” she smiled, “and it has my shorts in it - I’ll have to come back.” She paused. “You know,” she continued, “we could just do it now.”

“No, no, no,” he said, blushing, “um, it’ll be better if you have something other than a skirt on.”

They chatted a bit and she left. For the rest of the day, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

He thought about her a lot, her smile, her voice, her scent. He wished that she’d talk to him as more than just a sales person, maybe even have dinner or something with her. But no, that wouldn’t be possible he thought. No way.

A couple weeks went by, with visits every few days, and each time, either time or clothing seemed to intrude with the planned fitting. It didn’t stop them from chatting though, and they found themselves drawn into each other’s words, talking until it was time to go.

Finally, she walked in and proclaimed that she forgot her bag and she didn’t care. Scowling, she said that she really needed the fitment, and this delay was getting ridiculous mature women beautiful legs. A little intimidated, he agreed to do the fitment. She had to sit, stand, and generally do a lot of “unladylike” things, and her peach colored skirt was definitely inadequate for coverage. Other patrons smiled at his discomfort, watching the proceedings, but continued on out of respect for the two of them.

Inevitably, he found his eyes drawn towards her crotch, where her very visible white (with little pink and purple roses, he noted) panties flashed. Then he’d look up, finding her watching him, smiling. He’d blush and continue on, asking her to lift her elbow or stretch out or move her leg. At some point, she had to lift her leg up, and for the first time she seemed embarrassed, clutching her skirt and pulling it down. But as she lifted her leg, she couldn’t help but reveal everything, and once again, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Surprisingly red in face, she apologized for her unladylikeness, and he assured her it was okay. She looked around, catching more than a few eyes looking her way, and turned to him.

“Oh my God, everyone is watching,” she whispered, leaning over to his ear. He smiled, feeling her brush against him.

“It’s okay,” he said, “you’re done.”

They paused as he made recommendations for equipment, then he walked her out to the car.

She settled into her car, and he leaned in her open windows sill. She looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t say anything. His eyes darted around, he blushed, and, knowingly, she patiently waited for him. He took a deep breath.

“Would you like to have dinner with me one night?” he exhaled. She looked at him.

“I had a feeling this was going to happen,” she said, “I can’t, my schedule doesn’t give me a lot of time in the evening. But if you want, we can have breakfast together.”

“Uh, sure,” he replied, taken off guard, “let me know when is good for you. I just have to get to work by 9.”

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll call you.”

She drove off, and he thought about it. There’s no reason for her to call me, he thought. But I hope she does.

A week went by with no word from her. But then the phone rang, and her voice was at the other end of the line.

“How does Thursday morning sound?”, she asked.

“Great!”, he replied. Then a pause. She stayed silent.

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

“I’m fine.”

They met at a nearby diner. He walked in, nervous - he’d never really asked a woman for anything like a date, and now he was going to a breakfast date. He met his ex-girlfriend in his dorm through a friend, and they just “hung out” till things started to happen. So this was a novel and frightening experience. When he arrived, she was already there, sipping a cup of coffee. He sat down, and they ordered their breakfasts. They talked and she revealed to him that the separation was getting ugly, and that she’d actually called the police one night. He listened, empathizing, concerned. In return, she asked him about his ended relationship and listened as he poured his heart out. They both shared little stories, experiences, and such.

He glanced at his watch. It was time to leave. He walked her out to her car. She got in and started it, then looked at him.

“You want a ride?”

“It’s only a hundred yards!”, he said.

“Yes, but I can still give you a ride!”, she laughed. They got in her car and he thought about the impossibility of this - to be in her car with her! She drove slowly to the next lot and pulled up in front of the store. He turned to her, painfully aware of her closeness, of the private little world the car formed around them. He paused.

“Um,” he stammered, “would you like to have breakfast again?”

“Of couse,” she said. “Next week, same time?”

He grinned a Cheshire Cat grin, “Definitely!”

He stepped out of the car, smiling broadly. His co-workers (all friends) teased him as he walked in, asking him if he just got laid. He smiled inwardly. They don’t realize, he thought, that it isn’t just about sex.

***

He looked up from the coffee he was stirring.

“So where exactly do you live?”, he asked. He knew the address by heart, but he didn’t have a map of the town (it was in the next state over). She described where it was.

“You should drop by if you are ever in the area”, she smiled, “you can check it out if you like.”

“Oh, no,” he said, “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“Really, it’s not a problem,” she answered, “it’s just me and my daughter. If you’re scared of a 4 year old…” He laughed.

“Well, are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m sure.”

“Maybe he would drop by,” he murmured, already thinking about the possiblity.

***

He came by a few days later, heart pounding, and seeing someone in a window, quickly turned away and kept going young cop fucking mature ladies…

***

She laughed when he told her.

“Why didn’t you just come in and say hi?”, she asked, “really, it’s not a problem!”

She laughed again, shaking her head, looking down for a second, then peering up.

“I can’t believe you, going all the way up there and not saying hi.” She paused.

“Next time, come into the house,” she said.

He couldn’t help but stare into her eyes.

“I will,” he promised.

***

He walked up to the door, nervous, worried. He reached for the bell, but jumped when the door opened before he touched it.

“I watched you come up,” she said. “Come on in, we can have some lunch.”

He walked in, giddy, nervous. Her house was large, with cathederal ceilings, large open areas, and a deck running around the perimeter. Private, secluded, he understood why she took refuge here. And with the well stocked kitchen, she whipped up some great food. He explored her kitchen, finding things like pictures of her and her daughter (she gave him one) and her magazines (he loved reading Glamour and those types of publications). Sometimes, he’d just stare at her as she did kitchen things, slicing, mixing, stirring, checking. Together they sat and ate, chatting, happy. Afterwards, he prepared to leave. She walked him to the door, and they said their awkward good byes, standing a couple feet apart. She watched as he went down the driveway.

***

He wasn’t sure when he admitted the fact that he had a crush on her. It was probably at the third or fourth breakfast. She only smiled in response, their eyes locked, their heads close. His visits to her house became his “off-day” routine, more and more frequent. His heart soared when he thought of her. The scent of the house, the particular flower she kept in abundance, both mixed well with her natural scent. When there, he’d breath in deeply whenever he could, amazed at where he was, soaked in the aroma, the emotion, the woman.

***

Early on, she admitted that she had a deep distrust in men, from her childhood on. He respected that and kept his distance. His puppy love didn’t seem to bother her - in fact, she thrived on the relatively innocent longing he felt for her. She forbade him from coming upstairs to the bedrooms. She felt that it was her private space, and she wanted it kept that way. Although a little pained by the seeming rejection, he understood and accepted her request.

***

One night they sat to watch a movie. A little chilly, she went and got a blanket and some pillows. She offered half of both, which he accepted gratefully. She gave him a pillow, taking one for herself, and she lay down. He sat, leaning on his arm, painfully aware that she was laying just next to him. She moved her legs over just a bit, straightening them out, touched his thigh. Her touch electrified him. This is the first time they’d touched without purpose, not a bump or a door holding or a passing of the salt. His breathing almost stopped, and he froze. He turned and looked over at her.

“You okay?”, she asked.

“Um, can I lay down too?”, he replied, his mouth dry, nervous, excited. She scooted over just a bit.

“Sure”, she replied, “but there isn’t a lot of room.” He lay down on his side, his arm and leg held in, his body barely touching hers. He reached out to her blanket-covered stomach and gently laid his hand there. He looked up at her face, but she seemed intent on the movie. He visibly relaxed, his body sagging, contact attained. His leg came down over just a bit of hers. She moved a bit, and he thought it was in rejecting him, but it was only to get a little more comfortable. He smiled and closed his eyes, his face nestled in her neck, his arm wrapped around her torso, his leg over hers. He could feel her breathing, the slight rise and fall soothing him. He grew hard, pressing against her thigh. But she didn’t move, and he let himself just bathe in the sensation of being close to her.

***

Weeks went by. She invited him over for a workout (lifting weights and such) and dinner. He accepted, and arrived, comfortable enough to walk in without knocking. With fall arriving, the air a little crisp, indoor workouts seemed to be a little more comfortable, a little more easy. They had a good session, both of them working hard. They showered separately (even on separate floors), settling in to watch a video. Snuggling, they watched, warm, cozy. Afterwards, he got up, his hair a mess, his eyes sleepy. He glanced at his watch.

“Holy… it’s midnight. I have to go mature horny school teachers and students fucking.” he exclaimed.

“Are you tired?”, she asked.

“Well, yeah, but it’s okay, I’ll make it home.”, he replied.

“You know, you can just stay here tonight. Then you can just go in from here.”

He looked up at her.

“Really,” she said, “it’s okay.”

His eyes questioned her.

“You can sleep in the guest room.”

“Well, okay,” he agreed, “I’ll stay.”

She had him come upstairs to get a t-shirt and a blanket. He stopped outside her bedroom.

“Come on in, it’s okay,” she said, looking out at him.

“I thought you said this is your private sanctuary,” he said, “I don’t want to intrude.”

She smiled appreciatively.

“You’re not intruding, trust me,” she replied, “if you were, you wouldn’t be here.”

He walked in gingerly, as if tip-toeing in would make it ok. She was standing in her closet, a large walk in, and handed him a t-shirt. He held it, her scent on it, fresh, female, beautiful. She pulled out a drawer. “Lingerie,” she smiled, closing it quickly.

“Uh, but,” he pointed, “um, can you open that again?”

She slid it out, smiling, and stood back, inviting. He stepped forward and touched the soft, satiny, silky, little things, all sorts of colors, all types of frilly things. She cleared her throat.

“Okay,” she said, “you need to go to sleep.”

He withdrew, and after grabbing a blanket, she led him back downstairs.

He went to sleep, laying on his stomach, wanting to be with her upstairs, holding her, breathing her in, listening to her heartbeat. Her t-shirt lay in his protective, curled arms, and he fell asleep with her scent in his face.

The next morning, he offered the shirt back, but she told him to wear it. It ended up on his bed, a reminder of him when he slept at home. He asked her for another t-shirt after a few days, and she obliged, trading. She smiled when she handed it over, watching him accept it, guarding it, protecting it.

***

She came into his work one day and pulled him aside.

“I wanted to show you something!” she said.

“Show me what?” he asked.

“This!” she said, pulling her halter top open just a bit. “What do you think, you like the color? I just got it!”

He stared, speechless, at her bra, some unusual beige color, lacy, frilly.

“Um…” he flushed, “I like it.”

She didn’t move, so he reached out caressed the bra, afraid to press down. He looked up at her. She flashed a smile and pulled her pants down just a bit over her hip.

“Matching thong!” she whispered proudly. He ran his hand over her hip, following the edge of the thong. He pulled him towards her, pulling him into her, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hardness pressing against her. He put his face against her neck, breathing her in. She allowed this for just a bit, her arms wrapped around him, and after too brief an interval, she pulled away.

“You know that man-barrier I have?” she asked, her eyes locked on his. “You’re breaking them down.”

***

One morning, alone in the house (no daughter, now 5, to watch over them), he woke up early. He normally did, unable to sleep past 5:30 or so, excited to be in her house even after months of sleep-overs. He trotted into the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. He looked up the stairs. He so desperately wanted to go up, but he was scared. What if she got mad and banished him? He’d never forgive himself. But recently, they’d been closer and closer. When alone in the house, she’d let him hold her close to him. She welcomed his hugs, and he’d put his hand on her thigh when she drove. Her visits to his work would consist of them walking into a private corner, her showing him her outfit underneath, and they’d hold each other, quiet, pressing, enjoying the closeness. He looked up again and made up his mind.

He climbed the stairs, tiptoeing quietly, not letting them creak. He walked slowly towards her door, then stopped, his heart pounding. What if she doesn’t want me here, he thought. He turned around and started walking back to the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs, his hand on the rail. He looked back. He stood there for a long time, maybe 5 minutes, until his legs started to ache from lack of movement. He turned around, his decision made. He walked back to her door, and opened it a crack.

“You in there?”, he whispered. It was quiet, dark mature lady takes advantage of young boy education. He walked in, slowly, cautiously, and saw her sleeping in her bed, curled up on her side, close to the edge. He walked over there and knelt on the floor, his face level with hers. He watched her breathe, studied her cheek, her lips, her neck, her arms. Her face seemed so relaxed, free of the stress of her waking, daily life. He sat back, and just let himself soak her in. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. He started, but she smiled.

The Jenny Green is fifty feet of grace sculpted in fiberglass and teak. She’s rigged to sail single-handed in a pinch, so the inexperience of my clients isn’t really a factor. She’s big enough to have two staterooms and captain’s and mate’s quarters, and carries a small galley with seating for six if they’re friendly. I can weather almost any wind that may blow up, but usually that isn’t a problem. The seas around Miami are pretty predictable except during hurricane season. When that time of year rolls around, I put her on her cradle and do my repairs.

One of the best parts of my job is the people who sail on my cruises. I get a feel for clients during phone calls and correspondence about the trip, and then, when I see them, I get to check out the picture I’ve put together. Sometimes, my hunches are on the money; sometimes, I’m so far off the mark it’s embarrassing. Wanda Sanders and Marilyn Beech are an example of the latter.

They phoned to inquire about a weeklong trip around the Keys. I asked if they wanted to help crew the boat.

“Good heavens, no”, said Wanda. “I’m fifty eight, and Marilyn’s fifty-nine. We don’t know the first thing about sailing. I just read this romance novel about a Caribbean cruise, and sailing seemed like it might be fun. Marilyn and I thought we’d try it out.”

Since the two women didn’t want to help, Brandy came along as my crew. Brandy’s my twenty-five year old assistant. While I’m off sailing the deep blue, Brandy takes care of my bookings, pays the bills, and checks in a couple times a day by radio. If I need anything, she arranges for it to be delivered at our next port of call. Brandy’s been sailing since she was old enough to hold a tiller and she can climb a mast like a monkey. She’s a big help when the weather gets a little rough. She also looks really great in a bikini, so she’s a big hit with our male clients. Unfortunately, I’m not her type. Brandy likes young, muscular guys. I’m forty-one, and the heaviest thing I like to lift is a scotch bottle. It’s probably better that we don’t have anything going. Office affairs never work out, even if the office is the cabin of a sailboat a hundred miles from the nearest port.

The first thing I noticed about Wanda and Marilyn was they looked a lot like our typical Miami senior citizens. It was pretty obvious that Wanda dyed her shoulder-length hair. I’ve seen a lot of redheads on these cruises, and natural red just doesn’t come that color. It did contrast well with the loose green blouse she wore, though. Marilyn had a silver blonde bob that I figured was probably real. Both women had pretty good legs, too, at least, the part I could see below their knee length shorts. Wanda wore a big floppy Mexican hat, to keep off the sun, I suppose, although it looked a little ridiculous. Marilyn wore an oversized T-shirt that said “World’s Best Grandma”, but she didn’t wear a hat. She had on one of those things that look like the bill of a baseball cap, but are just attached to a headband.

I noticed the second thing right after we’d passed the harbor buoy and I was setting the autopilot. I smelled perfume and felt the unmistakable swell of a breast pressing into my arm. Marilyn was looking over my shoulder and was leaning into me in the process. She wouldn’t have had to lean; Marilyn was in an awkward position that she could have easily avoided. I was getting the feeling it was going to be a different kind of cruise.

“Captain Rick, what does that thing do?”

“It’s an autopilot. I just set it for the compass heading I want, and the Jenny Green steers herself.”

“Oh my. Is it safe to do that? I thought you had to steer all the time, like in the movies.”

I noticed Marilyn was still leaning on me. Unless she was numb from the waist up, she had to notice it too, but it didn’t seem to bother her a bit.

“Well, I’ll still be here watching. The autopilot just lets me move around and adjust the sails if I have to.”

Marilyn removed her breast from my arm and beamed a big smile up at me mature women beautiful legs.

“It’s a little scary, but if you say it’s safe, I’ll believe you.”

I looked up because her eyes had a dewy look that was a little disconcerting. Wanda was just climbing out of the hatch.

“Mari’, Brandy just showed me the tiniest little bar downstairs. I know it’s still before lunch, but I just had to make myself a sour. You simply must see it.” Wanda giggled. “You ought to go look in the drawer of your bed table, too.”

As both women disappeared down the cabin hatch, I couldn’t help but grin.

When you’re on a boat, and out of sight of land, you can’t just jog down the street to the nearest convenience store. Everything my clients are likely to need has to be carried on board. Some clients would be reluctant to ask for certain personal items, so Brandy came up with the idea of our “cruise survival kit”. In the bed table drawer is a plastic bag containing sample size bottles of shampoo and hand lotion, a tin of aspirins, a comb, a razor and small can of shaving cream, and a sample can of spray deodorant. The bag also contains a purse-size box of panty liners and a dozen condoms – six plain and six with lube. I was pretty sure the condoms were what had Wanda giggling.

Brandy joined me at the wheel.

“They’re down there having a great time. Good thing we’ve got two quarts of bourbon on board. Wanda apparently likes her bourbon. Marilyn’s drinking scotch and water. They both seem like nice old gals. Wanda told me I was pretty, and said she wished her butt was as tight as mine.”

“Well, they’re friendly, that’s for sure. And as for tight butts…,” I glanced down at Brandy’s little shorts, “I think I like a little more meat on a woman. It’s that old thing about a cushion for the pushin’, you know.”

Brandy slapped me on the arm.

“Rick, they might hear you. They’re nice ladies. Besides, if you don’t like my ass, all you have to do is fire me and hire somebody’s Grandma. She probably won’t put up with your shit like I do, but her ass’ll be bigger.”

“Nah. I think I’ll keep you. You got a little butt, but you can sail the pants off anybody else I know.”

“And, you wish I’d sail yours off, right? Well, you keep hoping and I’ll keep sailing, but don’t hold your breath.”

“There is always hope, but I’ve learned about holding one’s breath. One is likely to turn blue if one waits for a certain deck hand to come to her senses.”

“Oh, I’ve already got all my senses. That’s why you’re still hoping.”

Brandy stuck out her little pink tongue.

“Well, it’s about twelve, so I’ll go fix their lunch. They’re going to sunbathe after they eat. Maybe I’ll put on my bikini - that little white number that always makes you get all google-eyed - and you can compare.”

I ate lunch with Wanda and Marilyn while Brandy took the helm. They were a couple of fun women. Both were widows from Chicago, and seemed to be best friends. I could picture them walking laps around the mall on alternate mornings and playing bingo every Saturday night. They laughed at my jokes, and chuckled when I flirted a little. It was soon time for me to take over for Brandy, and I excused myself. Wanda touched my arm as I turned to leave.

“Captain Rick, will there be many other boats around on this cruise?”

“Probably not, but you’re safe enough. The Jenny Green is a very sound boat, and we have lots of safety equipment in the event of a problem.

“Oh, I wasn’t worried about that. We’re going to sunbathe, and, well…, were not sure how many people would want to see that.”

I assured her that I’d warn them if I saw another boat, and went back on deck. Brandy and I were watching a cruise ship a few miles off to port when she poked me in the ribs.

“Rick, I’ll be damned. Would you look at that mature housewife make love with younger neighbor.”

Wanda and Marilyn had come on deck. Each carried one of my big white towels, a bottle of suntan lotion, and a fresh drink. Each was dressed in flip-flops, and nothing else except a big grin on her face. Wanda saw us staring and walked over.

“Captain Rick, you don’t mind if we sunbathe like this, do you? We used to go to a camp just outside Chicago, but it closed up. Since our husband’s passed on, we’ve been afraid to try another one by ourselves. We figured out here, we could go naked and nobody would care.”

I assured them it was fine with me. They grinned when I added that I might be looking from time to time. The two women sat down on the cockpit cushions and started putting on their lotion. Brandy punched me in the ribs again and grinned.

“OK, you horny old letch. I’m gonna go clean up the galley, but I’ll be watching you. You leave the nice ladies alone, even if you do like meaty butts.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Wanda rubbed lotion on Marilyn’s back. She seemed to enjoy doing that almost as much as Marilyn enjoyed the feeling. They switched places. Wanda shivered when the lotion dropped on her back, but closed her eyes when Marilyn touched her.

This was getting interesting. I realized I’d never seen an older woman nude before. They were really pretty sexy. Their butts were wider than Brandy’s but not at all fat, and if Wanda and Marilyn were representative, everything I’d heard about sagging breasts was grossly overstated. They had a few freckles here and there, and the hair on their mounds was a little sparse, but overall, they looked pretty damn good. I was daydreaming a little about how it would be to snuggle up to those soft breasts when Marilyn slipped her hand over Wanda’s butt and between her thighs. She didn’t leave the hand there very long, but my daydream evaporated into thin air.

We’ve cruised with lesbians before, and we’ve cruised with gay men. It’s all part of dealing with the public, and it doesn’t really bother me. Each to his own, and all that. True, I would rather the gay men kept their affection out of sight, but that’s just a personal preference rather than a prejudice. Brandy was going to die when I told her she was the one who’d have to watch out on this cruise.

It’s not unusual for the crew of a cruise boat to have the opportunity for a little lovemaking with a their clients. I’ve had wives come on to me right in front of their husbands. It’s usually best to ignore the invitation. A husband tends to become upset if he thinks the captain of the boat is fucking around with his wife, and I don’t relish the idea of swimming home. There have been a few occasions when the husband was a “watcher”, but I politely decline those offers, too. Call me modest, but having some guy watch me ball his wife is not my cup of tea. Kinda worries me that I might feel something knocking at my back door while I’m plugged in and pumping away, too. I’ll take my screwing one-on-one and in private, thank you. Brandy gets more than her share of passes, and she’s of like mind.

I’d be lying if I said it’s never happened. Neither Brandy nor I are prudes; if the situation is right, and the chemistry is there, things happen as they will. We just don’t accommodate any and all requests. Brandy says that’d make her feel like a hooker, and I agree.

About five, Wanda and Marilyn went below to shower and dress for dinner. We pulled into our berth in Key Largo about six, and had them seated at Gibbey’s Crab House by seven. We were having the shrimp appetizer and looking over the menu when Marilyn sighed.

“Well, I just don’t know what to order. We’ve had crabs before, but I don’t remember which kind. They were pretty small, I think. That stuff the doctor gave us for ‘em tasted just awful, so I don’t want that kind again.”

Brandy snorted her iced tea through her nose, and about fell out of her chair. I nearly choked on my shrimp until Wanda pounded me on the back. Marilyn had a devilish grin on her face.

“Gotcha there, didn’t I?”

I was starting to like Wanda and Marilyn. They were full of life and full of themselves. They’d lived too long to care much what anybody thought of them or what they did, and it gave them the freedom to do whatever turned their fancy. They fancied having fun mature horny school teachers and students fucking.

We left Key Largo at nine the next morning, bound for Key West. On every cruise, we try to stay on the water at least one night. There’s nothing like sailing under a clear sky. Since there are no artificial lights around, the stars shine like diamonds and the moon glows like burnished silver. The weather forecast called for miles of visibility and a light breeze. Tonight would be a fine night for cruising.

The Wanda and Marilyn lazed around on deck naked all day, just as they had the day before. I was amazed at how comfortable they were. They’d not met either Brandy or me until a couple days ago, and yet, they were completely at ease laying on the deck cushions with their legs raised or spread apart so the sun could get to their inner thighs. If they itched, they scratched, no matter where the itch was. I confided to Brandy that all this bare skin was getting to me.

“I’ve seen you like this before, you horny old fart. Any bare skin gets to you. On that first cruise, you kept having me bend over to pick up things, just to see if my boobs’d fall out of my top. I figured I’d have to lock myself in my cabin before we got back.”

“You know you weren’t in any danger. I was a perfect gentleman. If you were so afraid, why’d you stay on?”

“Well, I got to thinking about it, and figured if you did try anything, I’d just sue your skinny ass off. Then, I’d own the Jenny Green, and I’d go hire me a couple o’ hunks for deck hands. Pretty good plan, huh?

Brandy flashed me a dazzling smile.

“Besides, I know you’re harmless. You’re forty-one.”

I ignored the shot at my age. One of these days, I’m gonna show her just how harmless I am. Well, no, I won’t, but I’d like to.

“Well, much more of this, and I’m gonna be wanting to see how many times forty-one goes into fifty-nine on the bow. Of course, you’d probably have a better chance than me. That interest you at all?”

She laughed.

“If what you say about them is true, it’ll be seeing how many times forty-one goes into the five on the end of your wrist. As for the other, yeah, I’ve thought about that a time or two. I don’t know what I’d do if it really happened. Never looked for the opportunity to find out.”

After dinner, we sat on deck with cocktails and watched the sun sink into the ocean. Right on cue, the moon came up and bathed the ocean in glistening, silver ripples. I love it when Nature cooperates.

About ten, Marilyn said she wasn’t sleepy and asked if anyone wanted to play cribbage. Wanda said she was tired and was going to bed. That left Brandy and me. We’d agreed on a four and four watch that night. I’d drawn the first four hours. Brandy said she’d play for a while, and the women all went below deck. I heard voices coming up the companionway for about a half-hour, and then everything got quiet.

Night sailing is a fantastic way to travel. You get everything trimmed out just right and then just sit back and enjoy. I heard the familiar frothy sound of the cutwater breaking the surface, and a quiet gurgle as the wake formed at the stern. A light breeze was blowing just hard enough to fill the sails and send the Jenny Green on her way. The whisper in the rigging was the kiss of wind on wire and cloth, and sang of the love affair between air and water and the caress of a sleek hull on moon-silvered waves. I leaned back in the chair behind the helm and looked up at the stars. A billion pinpoints of light beamed down through the soft white cloud of the Milky Way.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.”

I’d been so absorbed I hadn’t heard Wanda come up the hatchway. She was standing beside me with two coffee cups in her hands, but my eyes didn’t linger long on those. The moonlight highlighted her hair with glints of fire and turned her black lace gown to transparent mist. I suppose it was her normal sleeping attire, and it didn’t hide anything. The lace draped sensuously over her breasts and hips, and accented every curve. After seeing her naked for two days, I thought I was immune to her curves, but that black lace changed everything.

“Yes mature lady takes advantage of young boy education. I love sailing at night.”

Wanda held out one of the cups.’

“Brandy made some coffee before they started playing. I couldn’t sleep after all, and got up to drink a cup. Thought you might like one, too.”

“Yeah, I would. Thanks.”

Wanda sat down on one of the cockpit seats and stretched her legs out on the cushions. We stared up at the stars for a while.

“What’s that funny looking bunch of stars up there called?”

“Where?”

“Right up there. Come sit over here so I can show you.”

Wanda put her right foot on the deck and patted the cushion beside her. When I sat down, she leaned over, took my face in her hands and gently pointed it toward the sky.

“There, that one with the stars in kind of a circle.”

I was finding it difficult to concentrate because her breasts were mashed against my back and she was breathing in my ear.

“Hmmm, I really don’t know. I can go get my star maps and find out if you’d like.”

Wanda leaned back, and I turned to face her.

“No, it’s not that important. Just looked different, that’s all. Say, would it be all right if I put my other leg up?. It’s kind of uncomfortable the way it is.”

Before I could answer, she’d lifted her leg and set it across my thighs. The gown had ridden up almost to her waist. I guessed Wanda didn’t sleep in panties, because she wasn’t wearing any.

“Ah, that feels better. Your coffee OK?”

“Yes, it’s fine. How’d you know I like cream and sugar?”

“I watched Brandy this morning. She’s a pretty girl, I think. She seems to like you, too. You and her ever…, you know, have a little tumble between the sheets?”

“No. She works for me, and I don’t think those boss/employee things ever work out right.”

“I suppose you’re right. Marilyn thinks Brandy’s pretty too. ‘Course, Marilyn says the same thing about me. Marilyn’s a little different, if you haven’t noticed. Has been since her George passed away.”

I was thinking they were both a little different. I was also thinking Marilyn was right about both women.

“She’s right about one thing. You’re pretty good looking. You both are.”

“For our ages, you mean.”

“No, for being any age.”

“Really? Well, my boobs aren’t where they used to be and my butt isn’t high and firm like Brandy’s.” Wanda chuckled. “I guess you know that already, since we’ve been traipsing around the boat naked for two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with either, if you ask me.”

“Oh, come on. Wouldn’t you like these better if they were up here?”

Wanda had cupped her breasts and lifted them about an inch higher. I noticed her nipples seemed larger and they pushed out the lace.

“No, they look fine where they were.”

“Well then, how about my butt. Here, feel it and tell me if it’s too soft.”

Wanda grabbed my hand and quickly pulled it to her left butt cheek. Before I knew it, I was off balance and falling toward her. I caught my weight with my right arm as we went down on the cushion together young cop fucking mature ladies. Her breasts pressed into my chest and she wrapped her arms around me. My waist was cradled between her thighs, and she seemed to have moved them closer together. I realized our faces were only inches apart. Her eyes glowed deep blue in the moonlight.

“Well, what do you think.” Wanda’ voice was a throaty whisper. “Is it too soft?”

About a week ago, right before six p.m. shift change, I called Carrie over and said, “I have a seven day cruise to Alaska booked for the fourteenth of next month and I would like you to go on that cruise with me. I know this is short notice. I don’t need your decision today. Think about it for a few days. If you are at least curious, let’s go for coffee next week and talk it all over.”

Carrie is soft spoken, about forty, a little over five feet tall, has a beautiful body, has big auburn colored hair and can light up a room with her smile. Her look said she was at surprised and happy to be asked. I liked that. She was twenty years younger than me, but she had not relegated me to the “foolish old man” category and shot me down. We decided to meet at the closest restaurant, Tuesday, seven p.m.

I had only known Carrie for six months and only as an occasional table dance customer. We had many conversations on slow nights. I discovered, she is not much of a drinker, is not a drug user, will talk about her life, is the provider for her three daughters, likes being touched and kissed, has a cute little girl giggle a