About
20 years ago, a couple moved into the house across the street from my
wife and I. Ol’ Henry Carter did himself right with his new bride, as
Susan (Susie to her friends) was at least 15 years younger than Henry,
was a former beauty queen, and took care of herself with a gym
membership, personal trainer, and vegetarian diet. At the time, Susie
was somewhere around 40, and Henry was in his late 50s. My wife and I
were around 30.
Over the years we
got to know the Carters quite well, and I enjoyed Susie’s bright
personality and slightly dirty sense of humor. She also hinted at some
of Henry’s capabilities in the bedroom, and I guess she might have
married him for more than just money.
About
five years ago Henry was diagnosed with skin cancer, and he and Susie
spent a long few years battling the disease until it killed him earlier
this year.
After
Henry died, Susie remained in the house, and after my wife left me a
couple years ago she seemed to become a bit friendlier to me. At times,
she would bake things for me, bring me coffee from the local coffee
stand, etc., all because she was “worried about me.”
I
saw Susie at least three times a week, taking a walk or watering the
roses, and once in awhile even used her nice home gym when I didn’t feel
like driving to my normal gym. On this particular day she was in the
gym at the same time I was, and we chatted as we went through our
workouts. Let me tell you, for a woman that recently turned 60, she
looked great – she still ate a vegetarian diet, spent a couple hours a
day in the gym or doing yoga, had a personal trainer, and about 10 years
ago had her breasts lifted. And because she told us, I knew they were a
34 C.
After
we were done, Susie asked me if I’d like to come in for a shoulder rub
and glass of iced green tea. This was bold, but not out of character for
Susie. As this was unfolding I did not know what level of sexual
activity she had been involved with lately, but do know she had gone
five years without intimacy while Henry was sick. And as a highly sexual
person I knew this was hard for her.
After
a few minutes of massaging my shoulders she commented on how tight I
was and told me to stretch out on one of her yoga mats and take off my
t-shirt. She attacked my back with enthusiasm, moved down to my legs,
and then told me to flip over. Susie is not a shy person and she is very
comfortable with her body and with others, so she had no trouble
massaging my chest and quads, and did not seem to be bothered by the few
times she brushed my balls or penis. However, her actions were having
an effect on me, and there was nothing I could do to hide the growing
bulge in my shorts. Now that it was obvious, I opened my eyes and looked
at Susie, she leaned down, and we locked lips.
From
this point, it was on. We were two unattached adults, and after the
“dead bedroom” period of my marriage, I was open for adventure. So after
just a minute of wild French kissing, Susie grabbed my shorts and
pulled them and my compression pants down and off. So even though my
fully engorged cock was out and waiting, I stopped her, sat up, and took
her tank top and sports bra off. Boy, her plastic surgeon did a good
job, her tits were still firm, pale skin with small, light pink aureolas
and nipples. Reactively, I grabbed her boobs with both hands, squeezed
them and kissed and sucked both nipples, and we were both kind of
blinded with lust.
Susie had a
goal though, and she broke away and pushed me back down. Immediately she
was down to my crotch, licking from base to head, then taking my whole
length in her mouth. Her hunger and experience surprised me, and I was
in absolute heaven. As good as this felt, I knew I had some stamina that
day, so I could lay back and enjoy without fear of coming yet.
After
a couple minutes of giving me head, Susie stood up, walked over to a
sofa and sat down. I followed, knelt down between her legs, and spent
the next 10 minutes using my fingers and tongue building her up to a
couch soaking, head squeezing orgasm. After giving her a few minutes to
recover, I positioned myself with my tool nestled in her labia, and
slowly started working it in. Susie was surprisingly tight, and I
immediately felt her pelvic muscle squeezing my cock. I fucked her like
this for a few minutes, loving the sight of her round breasts shaking
around, and felt myself getting close. To stop the action for a minute I
helped her off the couch in to a kneeling position, and then entered
her from behind. I slowed it down a bit at this point and just took in
the sight of my very wet cock sliding in and out of my beautiful, mature
neighbor’s pussy.
Since
I had a vasectomy a number of years back, and Susie knew it, as we both
approached climax, I buried my dick as deep as I could, like I was
sheathing a sword in a stone, and exploded with a groan inside her. Then
we collapsed on the the couch, sweating and glowing from the mutual
orgasms.
Later that day after a
few chores and a shower, I was rock hard again for some reason. So, I
grabbed a tube of body lotion, laid back on my bed, and relived the
moment, knowing there would be more to come.
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