Mrs Davies and Me

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I first made love to an older woman after I graduated from college at the age of 21. I went home for the summer and one day Mom asked me to go round and mow the lawn for a friend of hers. I had always liked Lorraine Davies, and we all felt really sorry for her when her husband left her for a younger woman the year before. I said alright and cycled round to Mrs Davies’ house.

She opened the door and greeted me with a warm smile. It was over 100 degrees in the shade, so I was really glad when she asked me to come in. She

asked me if I would like a drink before I got started, which I gratefully accepted. She brought us both a Coke and sat on the sofa opposite me as we chatted. She asked me about my degree and what I intended to do with it and generally made small-talk as we drank. I won’t lie and say she was gorgeous, or that she had a fantastic

figure or tits or anything like that, but maybe it was the heat, or the way she perched on her chair with her short cream skirt riding up her thighs. Maybe it was the white halter-neck top that revealed her ample, freckled cleavage, and clung to her soft, slightly bulging belly. Maybe it was the sparkle in her dark brown eyes that lit up appealingly when she smiled. Maybe it was her nut-brown hair that tumbled down her shoulders. I don’t know, but whatever it was, this

44 year old lady was really making me feel aroused. I crossed my legs to hide my boner before she noticed it, hoping desperately it would

go away quickly. As soon as I was able, I stood up and said, “Well Mrs Davies, I’d better get started, Mom’s expecting me back for tea.”

“Oh Johnny,” she said, “why don’t I cook for you today, as a way of saying thank you for mowing the lawn?”

“Er, sure. Why jigolo escort gaziantep not?” I blurted.

“I’ll call your Mom and let her know then.”

I went back outside into the heat and began to clear up the garden before mowing the grass. I was wearing dark blue tennis shorts and a

white polo shirt. Sweating profusely, I took the shirt off and carried on. I got the lawnmower out from her shed and got ready to start it up. Just as I did so, Mrs Davies came out carrying a sun

lounger and dressed in a very revealing purple bikini. “You don’t mind if I catch some rays while you work, do you Johnny?” she asked.

“No that’s fine Mrs Davies.” I replied.

She rubbed some sun-tan oil on her front, arms and legs. Then, biting her lower lip, she asked, “Johnny, could you be a dear and rub some

oil on my back?”

“I guess so,” I replied and made my way over to her. I stood behind her and she handed me the bottle. Lying on her front, she pulled her hair up from her back while I rather shyly applied

the oil to the back of her shoulders. Then she reached back to untie the strings of her bikini top so that I could oil her whole back. I

inwardly gasped and felt the blood rush to my crotch as I caught sight of the sides of her breasts.

“Make sure you get the sides as well dear,” she said.

I was ready to burst as my hands rubbed oil into her soft skin and dared not linger around the side of her breasts in case I had an embarrassing accident. I quickly finished and went back to the

lawnmower. Mrs Davies was wearing sunglasses so I was unaware of her hungrily eying my 21 year old body, honed by three years on the college swim gaziantep lezbiyen escort bayan team and weekly work outs.

Mowing the lawn, I surreptitiously took a few fleeting looks at Mrs Davies as she lay sunbathing. Her heavy 36D tits lay flat on her

chest, her skin glistening in the hot afternoon sun. She was slightly overweight and had traces of cellulite on her thighs, but I was thinking filthy thoughts as I cut the grass.

When I finished, Mrs Davies asked if I would like to take a dip in her pool. I told her I had no swimming trunks, but she said she had left a pair out in her son’s old room. After mowing the lawn in the fierce heat, a nice swim sounded like a great idea so I went upstairs and put on a pair of black speedos. Going back in to the garden, I

dived into the cold water and swam a few lengths. Mrs Davies watched me from the side, still wearing her sunglasses. I came to a stop at the end of the pool and she asked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all Mrs Davies,” I said.

“Johnny you’re a grown man now, you can call me Lorraine,” she said.

“Uh, ok… er… Lorraine.” I stuttered.

She moved closer to me than was necessary, taking off her sunglasses and putting them on the side of the pool. “So thanks for mowing the lawn,” she breathed. Her breasts were almost touching my chest. My cock stiffened as she reached to put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. My face was burning and I felt myself go a bit light-headed. Lorraine’s lips parted slightly and her tongue emerged slightly from her mouth. Then throwing her arms around my

neck, she kissed me hard on the mouth. I opened my mouth gaziantep escort masaj salonları to allow her tongue to hungrily seek out mine. For a few moments I did nothing else, then I pulled her against me with my arms around her waist. Her generous boobs squashed against my hard chest and I could feel the soft skin of her belly pressed against my stomach. Being in the

water, she easily lifted her feet off the bottom of the pool to wrap her thighs around my hips. My cock and her pussy separated by only the flimsiest of materials, she gripped me tighter, moving and rubbing her crotch against mine until I was on the point of orgasm. She let me go for a second and pulled down my trunks then pulled aside the gusset of her bikini bottoms as she hopped aboard again. My cock was enveloped in the hot wetness of her greedy pussy, squeezing

my hard shaft. I bounced her up and down, her wet breasts swinging in time to our movement. She leaned back and let out a muffled moan as I kissed her hard nipples. We came together in gushing waves, our bodies spasming together, my cock feeling as though the end had been blown off. With her back to the side of the pool, I fell on to her, both of us gasping for air. She laughed as we kissed again.

“Well… Lorraine, what are you making me for dinner?” I asked.

She looked at me meaningfully. “I thought we could skip the main course and go straight to dessert.”

We went upstairs to her bedroom and made love for the rest of the day. I couldn’t believe the things she did to me. This insatiable woman, 23 years my senior, completely drained me as we copulated every which way in a wonderful afternoon of ecstacy.

That was 14 years ago. I’m married to a wonderful woman and we have four beautiful kids, but three or four times a year, when we go to visit my parents, I still go out with, “a few old friends.” I really go round Mrs Davies’ house. She’s 58 now. Her face has a few more wrinkles. Her boobs have long since begun to sag. She has put on a few more pounds – a bigger belly and more cellulite on her thighs, but she still gives me the most mind-blowing sex you could ever imagine.

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