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She laid in the bathtub, smiling, from ear to ear.
“They are never ever going to believe me” she said as she rubbed her
tummy, then her boobs. She looked at her watch on the counter. “Okay,
lunch” and with that she stood up and drained the tub. She closed her
eyes, still smiling from the morning’s event. “No, not even I can believe
this one” she said aloud half laughing at what happened.
Later, at close to 12:45, she sat amongst her three other friends for
lunch. They talked. They laughed. They gossiped too. Her mind, more then
half the time was elsewhere- His cock in her vagina. She could still feel
the orgasms. She smiled at off times. They’d look and wonder. Why is she
smiling about that or what is she smiling about? None knew yet. It had
been two hours ago when he left but Jillian Spain could still feel her
neighbors cock inside her pussy. Michael Runnels was his name. Nice boy,
she thought. Very good looking too, she told herself. What a body…from
top, including his hair all the way to his feet she thought. Mmmmm, I sure
will do that again…if the chance comes.
“Are you off in nowhere land Jillian?” one of them said.
“Oh…uh…no…just thinking about some…thing” she replied. Ohhh he could fuck,
she thought too. Oh, he sure could…
An hour later, two of the three left leaving her best friend Marsha
Collins and her. Marsha was talking when Jillian rudely interrupted her.
She whispered “I got…fucked today…this morning.” At first Marsha didn’t
hear her or catch on to what she’d said. “Did you hear me Marsha?” Marsha
shook her head. Jillian whispered again. “I got some action…I was fucked
by the nicest…well let’s just say I had sex today.”
”You had what?” Marsha exclaimed.
“You heard me- sex…I had sex with another man” and she paused and then
added “a very, very…nice looking and I mean handsome as ever…young man.”
Marsha looked at her with that “do-tell” look. Jillian, the almost 62 year
old mother of three grown children stared back at her but with a
mischievous smile on her looks. “Yes…that’s right…I had sex and you won’t
ever believe with whom…either” she said to Marsha.
Marsha threw out at least nine names of guys closer in age to themselves.
She was way off. “Well, let me tell you how it all began. Last week I was
at this local neighborhood party. There were all these guys…very young men
in fact…and me and a few others heard them talking…about some ball, some
dance they were going to. It is a formal many of them were invited to but
none of them knew how to dance in that elegant manner and were looking for
a way to learn. I thought about it thinking I know all that stuff, but I
wasn’t going to throw my hand up and say ‘I could teach you. I know how to
dance like that.’ I mean no guy wants to dance with a woman like me,
right?”
Marsha said why wouldn’t they? Jillian, like Marsha, still had a fantastic
figure. She was still extremely young looking…say 10 to 15 years younger
looking then she looked. And her frame was still relatively tight and
curvy at 62.
They laughed and then Marsha told Jillian to tell her how it all happened.
Jillian did. “It all started out truly innocent. He came in, we talked, I
discussed the basics of this type of dancing, and from there I turned on
the music. We sat, next to one another, I thought this is weird…he smells
great, which he did, I knew I smelled great too because of what I put on
that morning, and we listened, quietly, to the music he’d be dancing too.
We sat close to one another on the couch. It felt great to sit next to a
man, again, I told myself. I didn’t say anything to him, but I thought
those thoughts.”
The two smiled as Marsha listened. “Then it was time…to dance. I stood up.
I took his hand. I smiled at him. He smile back and showed him how to
dance with a lady. This hand here in the air and the other hand ‘politely’
against her back.” Marsha nodded. “As the music played we ‘kept our
distances’ from one another. I watched his eyes, he stared at mine. I
didn’t know what he was thinking but I thought ‘Hey, he’s doing okay.’”
Jillian laughed a small laugh at this point. “I told him to listen to the
music…to feel it…feel its tempo, its warmth…just listen to how it…sends
messages, I said. And he did. He actually listened to its rhythm and what
its message was to the person listening, and dancing to it.”
Jillian became serious faced when she looked at Marsha. Marsha asked what
was wrong. “He loved the music as it played on and on. It was rather a
romantic piece actually and as we danced, hand in hand, and his other hand
behind me, I felt his other hand…moving a little, over my lower back. At
first, it was kind of cute, but he was getting attuned to it very quickly.
We settled down and he was moving with me, adjusting very quickly. I said
something to him, quietly, and he asked that I just quiet down and listen
to the intimacy of the music. He said it was great music…as his hand
continued moving, slowly, up and down my lower back. I liked how he
caressed my lower back and let him play it out for some reason. My eyes
eventually closed as I let him take over and lead.” And then she, in front
of Marsha said “Mmmmmm.”
“What…what?” Marsha said.
“Well, it got stranger in a neat sort of way.” She paused as she recalled
the events. “His hand, his other hand, on my back, did
something…weird…actually wild, I thought. Before I knew it, his hand,
slithered down to my…to my buttocks…and I let it remain there too. Can you
believe that Marsha? This kid, a 22 or 23 year old started to come on to
me. He…actually was…coming on…to me, Marsha…or so I thought he might be.”
“Noooo way” Marsha said.
Jillian looked into Marsha’s eyes and nodded yes, but with smile on her
lips too. “I found myself liking it…a lot too. Before I knew it, we were
against one another’s bodies. It was not only fascinating but it was…it
was…ooohh Marsha…it was moving as…as hell. I felt him, against me, pulling
at me with his hands. His body, it felt tighter against me then I can ever
recall too. But even weirder then that…I found myself wanting more…more
and I found myself pulling back at him, wanting to feel his…manhood, his
body all over me.”
They looked at one another with amazement. “I do not know how the rest
started but somehow…god only knows…somehow…we were getting into it all. He
dropped my hand and pulled me against him. His arms, his hands were fully
around me, dancing a slow dance with me as the music played.” She paused
and thought about it. “God, he was exciting and wonderful and romantic as
hell Marsha. Before I knew it he and I were staring into one another’s
eyes as the music kept on. He held me close and get this…I started having
those…feelings.” Her voice got a little louder for a moment. “OH GOD,
MARSHA…MARSHA…” and then it lowered again “I was…horny. He had me feeling
like I was…horny. Do you have any idea at all how long it’s been since
I’ve felt…horny like that? Do you…do you Marsha?”
Marsha had no idea but knew she’d love to meet this guy and wanted to ask
Jillian the guy’s name. Marsha smiled and giggled too at the thought.
“Before either of us knew it, this guy’s hands were all over me, and not
in your typical manner. He rubbed my back and my ass, of course, but
before I knew it, his hands were beginning to crawl around to the front of
me as he gazed steadily into my eyes.” She looked at Marsha deeply. “He
looked at me as his hands rubbed, first my tummy, and then I let him
caress soon…rub my tits. I can’t believe I did that, but” and she became
suddenly louder “IT FELT INCREDIBLY…SUPERB” she said to Marsha. Marsha now
was horny as hell too just listening to the story Jillian was telling her.
A grand smile settled on Jillian’s face. “Before I knew it, I was letting
him feel me…all over” and then she let her eyes direct Marsha’s eyes down
at her pussy. Jillian smiled and nodded. “Yes, down there for one… against
my dress…and do you know what…I put my hand against his. I pressed down on
it harder… I mean against my vagina.” She looked at her friend and said “I
so wanted something to occur this morning at that point and it did too.”
“IT REALLY HAPPENED?” Marsha said loud enough for the area around them to
hear.
“Oh my god…yes…it did. Before I knew it we were dancing close and I mean
very close as his hand began pulling up my dress. I let him…I REALLY LET
HIM TOO.” She paused and looked around. Let’s pay and get out of here. Let
me tell you the rest of it.” They paid and tipped and walked down the
street. Seeing as it was a nice day, they took a walk around town. “He was
rubbing me around the vagina. I was letting him. He rubbed my ass. I let
him do that too. And all of a sudden, the young man was rubbing my breasts
and I couldn’t…I couldn’t and didn’t stop him from doing it either. I
didn’t want to. To feel him, to feel that…something I haven’t felt in” and
she took a deep breath and said “in god…almost a decade since Richard
died, I could not stop that from happening. He felt my body all over and
my clothes were still on. I wanted them off as soon as possible if
anything was going to happen.”
She looked out into no where as they walked remaining silent for a moment.
Then she started telling the rest of the story. “I was so aroused by that
point I took his hands and placed them against my tits. I kept them there
as I looked, happily, into his eyes, and I pressed them harder then ever
to emphasize to him I wanted him. I wanted this to happen. Before long he
was rubbing and squeezing my boobs while we danced and listened to the
music.” She felt his presence as they walked as if they were doing it
again.
She was horny, again, but happy too. “Before long, I felt his hands
grabbing at my dress, and I wanted it removed so I did it for him. He
didn’t stop me either. I wore this long slip, for some reason underneath,
but when the dress finally came off…his eyes seemed to light up once he
saw me in it. For whatever reason…I knew I had won this one over and I
knew I had the young man for the morning.” Jillian smiled brilliantly.
“I undid his shirt and pulled it off him. I started feeling his chest and
then started kissing it too…as well as his shoulders, and get this… I even
kissed and rubbed his stomach and he let me. Can you believe that? He let
me do all these things to his upper body.” She paused and went on to say
“I so wanted him. I so wanted him... I could feel this…hunger for him
inside me. I was feeling him and his…his flesh with my own hands and
fingers, and I was tasting his upper body with my…tongue. I was standing
there…and I was kissing this guy’s chest and all. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, god
Marsha…I so wanted sex with this young, sweet man and my body…me…my whole
being was saying…get this ‘do it…fuck him…fuck him all over’ or something
like that.” She paused again. “But here he is. He kept caressing me and
before I knew it he turned around so that my back and his front were
against one another and we swayed back and forth as he held me close and
tight and he was shirtless and I was in my slip…to that music we danced
too. His arms” and she closed her eyes “were around me. He was…get
this…holding me against his body, firmly, and we snuggled like that for a
few minutes. It felt great. It felt awesome as ever Marsha. But before I
knew it, he was raising my slip up…over my head.”
They continued to walk. “His arms held me closely as we danced. He was a
gentleman Marsha…a real gentleman…and also one great lover. He felt my
body all over. He was astonishing, I thought, how he played with my body
as we danced back and forth. He was…incredible. Everything about this
morning was remarkable. I mean before I knew it, somehow, our clothes came
off, except of course my underwear and bra and his cute tight and I mean
tight boxers.” She stopped and turned and looked at Marsha. “I took one
look at what was inside those boxers” and her eyes grew wider “and I knew”
nodding her head “this young man had some ‘tools’ Marsha. He…had…one…hell
of a…tool inside there.”
“Was it…big like you said it was?” Marsha asked.
Jillian nodded. “And once I felt it…and yes, I put my hands inside his
underwear…I think my eyes were closed. Yes, they were closed. I put my
hand inside his boxers, then my fingers around his, oh I don’t know,
this…this monster of a penis” and she paused and emphasized the words “OH
MY LORD MARSHA…he has one big…he has one big load of a penis! Should I use
that word? His…dick, or cock, for something that big… Oh I don’t mean that
it was humongous, but it had…length and it had thickness and I played with
it too. He let me. I was…ohhh Marsha…I played with it and I played with it
and he loved it too. He never thought a woman, my age, knew how to do that
sort of thing I think but as I did it, I smiled up into his eyes as if I
was very experienced at it. What woman isn’t?” Both smiled at her words.
“Finally, I pulled his boxers down, and off him too, and I looked at it
and at him…and well you know…I got down on my knees, Marsha and I...”
They looked at one another as Jillian prepared to tell her “I put my lips
on it. I really did.” She thought back to the morning hours as she went on
to say “I licked his dick Marsha. I actually licked and put his dick into
my mouth.” She paused, thinking about it then said “It was…incredible to
feel it inside my mouth and when I licked it…when I licked his
cock…ohhhhhhh Marsha…Marsha…I got him hard as ever. I got it very, very
erect.” She smiled once she said it thinking of that moment.
“He absolutely loved it. He never once stopped me except when I asked that
he lick out my uhhh…pussy, which he did without question. Our clothes now
were completely off once he spread me out on the bed. He spread out my
legs and… Yes, I know, you think about vaginal hair…well lately…get
this…I’d been shaving-”
“You…shave?” Marsha said interrupting her. Jillian shrugged saying yes.
“At 62 you shave, really?” Jillian nodded again with a smile.
She went on with her story. “He is…good Marsha…really good too. He made me
easily begin to cum as he played with my clitoris and as he fingered it
too. Ohhhhhhh…when he fingered me down there…when he played with…my
clit…ohhhhhhh it was…it was…it was so astounding…just utterly astounding.
I felt his tongue and fingers…instantly. I wanted so much more. My body
did things to me internally I never ever felt it do to me before. Oh
god…it’s like I can feel him down there…now, almost” she said.
“He went on and sucked my boobs as he fingered me too. He squeezed them.
He made love to my body all over. How he did things…how he…ohhh how
he…fucked my…pussy…ohhhhhhh god how he fucked me, Marsha” she said.
“Somehow his cock went up inside and I don’t even remember when it did,
but when it did let it stay in me.”
She stopped and looked at Marsha with a committed look on her face. “He
fucked me all over…I mean from the side, from behind, from the front, and
I even…I even sat on top of his body… My boobs, they bounced…can you
picture that…my boobs, they bounced when we fucked like that- him lying
down and me on top of him?”
Marsha was horny as ever wishing she was as lucky like Jillian was. She
wanted what Jillian had. She wanted it badly too. Jillian continued. “I
mean picture yourself on a guy. A young guy too and he’s doing you…fucking
you from every position possible. And get this…he’s doing, playing with
your breasts at the very same time. Also, I’d be holding his hands as they
played with my tits.”
At that moment, Jillian almost put a hand to her own boob as she recalled
the moment. “But feeling…that cock inside me was…ohhhhhhh god…god…there
aren’t enough words to describe it at all.” Jillian closed her eyes for a
moment. “I felt so alive having that time with him as my sexual partner,
so to speak. He fucked me like a real man should and he fucked me with the
greatest respect I thought. He fucked me for a long time and he fucked me
hard too, I think. And get this…I came three times, if you can believe
that?”
“Ohhh god Jillian… I want a man like him. I soooo want that man…I don’t
care how young he is….I really don’t care…I’d have sex with him” Marsha
said.
“I so want him to do it again too Marsha” Jillian came back. “I mean he
did me, an older woman and-”
“You are not an old woman and you surely don’t look it either” Marsha said
cutting her off. “I can attest to that.”
“Yes, I suppose so now that you say that. I mean…he did fuck me didn’t
he?”
“Yes he did…you lucky goat you” Marsha said. They laughed a long laugh.
“OH…OH MY…god… It’s him…there…over there…there” Jillian said as she
pointed towards him, wondering what to do next.
He saw her and smiled and waved. He turned and headed in their direction.
Both ladies grew excited as the young and very handsome man smiled as he
headed towards them. As casually as anyone saying hi to another person he
said “Hi Jillian…thanks for that dance lesson this morning. It’s going to
be real helpful I think.” The three of them smiled at one another as his
eyes meandered over Marsha’ mature figure. “And you are?” asking Jillian
for an introduction.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” and Jillian introduced the two of them. “Marsha, he is
the young man who I mentioned wanted that dance lesson. He’s a very good
student” Jillian said as she and Michael Runnels gazed upon one another
knowing their little secret.
“Oh and I have to get myself some more singing lessons too, and soon”
Michael said.
“Singing, really…you sing do you?” Marsha asked. Michael said yes, sort
of, as a hand hit Marsha’s body, at least twice. “I was quite the singer
in my day…maybe I can help you with that…I mean…that’s if you want some
help with your singing and all” Marsha told him.
His eyes ambled over her body, again. He’d been smiling and looked into
her eyes. “Oh sure of course I would. I’d love that…I mean if it’s not too
much bother of course” and with that Marsha gave Michael her phone number
hoping for the same things to happen to her that happened with Jillian. He
said he’d call her and thanked her again, as well as Jillian, and then he
walked away.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh my gosh Jillian…am I going to get as lucky as you were?”
“I don’t know but if his hands do what they did to me, for me…you’re in
for a wonderful and I mean wonderful treat Marsha” Jillian replied.
They laughed all the way back to their cars and said goodbye…and good luck
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