Poolside slut
She started it by saying some flirtatious comment as I tested
the water at the pool of our apartment complex. Id never
seen her there before, but it was a large complex with a couple
pools. She really stood out with her perfect tan and small,
tight, almost leather-looking, shiny black bikini. I
could tell she was a little older than me.
Its not as warm as it looks, she said behind black sunglasses,
flashing red nails and lips stick as she exhaled.
I felt her eyes sweep up and down my muscled body. Oh man,
I thought, this one likes to play! I got a good look at her.
She was petite, athletically built, maybe 5foot2 and no
more than 115 pounds. Perfectly coiffed dark brunette
hair, a nice belly ring, too much makeup for poolsidebut
then this was Florida. And were the top margins of her areolas
exposed? She was just tan enough that I couldnt be sure.
You mean the water, right? She smiled back making her
face less hard. I grinned and dove into the deep end.
I got out and sat at the adjacent edge near her. We had a detailed
and lengthy conversation. She was divorced twice, 43 years
oldfifteen years older than me! She was of Italian descent,
a hair stylist, owned her own salon, etc, etc. Her attitude
started off a little harsh. She had that jaded look that
so many divorced women have. Shed probably been knocked
around a little. Her conversation was challenging and
slightly obnoxious. I could tell she was a little crazy,
but I usually like that. I smoothed her down some. I was complimentary
and actually pretty sincere. Even if youre buff and good-looking,
it always helps if youre kind and listen. She deserved
better than she had received previously. As the afternoon
waned, she eventually finished her large plastic tumbler
of whatever she was drinking. She took off her glasses,
transfixed me with her blue eyes and asked me if I wanted
anything. To drink, right? She loved it! We gathered
our stuff and drove her convertible BMW across the complex
to her place. She was a flashy little tart.
She had a lot of stuff. A big gray parrot, lots of plants,
animal print furnishings. This woman was on the prowl.
I knew it was on. I watcher her little bubble ass he fixed
us vodka on the rocks in tumblers. I made my move I stepped
up behind and put my arms around her on the counter and inhaled
her scent at the nape of her neck. She arched her back against
my chest standing on tiptoes and closed her eyes. I spread
my hands around her and just held her. She relaxed into me
as I lightly kissed her shoulders and clavicle. She felt
so small and soft against me, but she was even more buff than
I thought. Her arms and legs were hard and defined. Her abs
had seen a lot of sit-ups. She turned and kissed deep and
long with her tongue.
Drink up, stud, this is your lucky day! I damn near choked.
Whys that? Cause youre taking me to dinner. You dont
mind if I change, do you? I started to help by slipping off
her shoulder straps. She took it the right way. She took
off her top. I was stunned. Her breasts were easily D cups
almost too big for her frame. Obviously implants, but really
well done. Her areolas were wide and brown with big nipples.
She caressed her nipples to thimble-sized nubs. Her tan
lines were only three perfect triangles over her tits and
crotch. She was insecure and searching for compliments.
I was amazed and she liked that. I instinctively kissed
and slid my kisses down to those big tits. She let me suck
them a bit and moaned a little, but she ran to the shower teasingly.
I went to get a change of clothes for myself.
She really fixed herself up nice in no time at all. She really
could be quite the knockout! She had on a tight red t-shirt
and said since her surgery she didnt need to wear a bra.
I noticed we did turn a few heads. We had a nice dinner and
a few more drinks down at the beach. She got a little tipsy
and wanted to dance, so we did. We were the most popular couple
in the place. She was really sexy and it wasnt long before
she had me drive her home. She was all over me in the car. Unbuttoned
my shirt and kissed my chest. She was teasing my cock through
my jeans with her nails. It was difficult to drive thus distracted.
My boner was uncomfortably hard and bent in my shorts. When
I had to adjust she made some comment about size. I shrugged
and she laughed. I just grinned at her and she laughed harder.
We went straight to her bed. I was really worked up. We were
kissing and pulling each others clothes off. I got her
naked first and pushed her back on the bed to suck her shaved
snatch. She was soaking wet and grabbed my head hard. Her
pussy lips were dark and fleshy. I tongued her clit while
fingering her pussy and asshole with my thumb and fingers.
She was very loud and vocal screaming and cumming in a few
minutes. But she didnt lay back and relax. She jumped up
and pulled off my jeans. My stiff cock beaver-tailed against
my abs. She let out a gasp. Holy shit! You have a fucking
horse-cock! She was amazed. No wonder you didnt say
anything before! Although Im 58, I am somewhat large:
eight inches long and about 7 around pretty thick for most
women. She knelt over me and stroked me with both hands.
She seemed mesmerized by my size. She just kept shaking
her head and trying to get her mouth over the bulging crown
of my thick cock. She was slobbering on the shaft and stroking
me up and down and sucking my balls. She even rimmed my ass
making my cock surge. She crawled up on top of me and slid
her snatch up and down the length of my prick and rubbed her
big tits against me. I could feel her hard nips poking my
chest and belly. At last she knelt over me and aimed my throbbing
monster at her juicy slit. I spread her purple lips with
my fingers and she guided my meat into her helpless pussy.
She had to work it in and gasped as the wide head slipped just
inside. She was so tight it was almost uncomfortable. She
felt like a little girl and smiled when I said so. She was
already moaning and gasping as she rocked her hip and pushed
her sopping twat in her attempts to conquer the massive
length of my veiny cock. Her eyes were rolling back in her
head by the time she got all the way down to the root of my cock.
Oh, god, oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck! she repeated over and
over. She was outrageous. I squeezed her tits and pinched
her nips hard. She hung there completely impaled on my big
dick just briefly until I could feel her pussy convulsing
lightly and then stronger. A low guttural cry started in
the back of her throat. She was thrashing about, screaming
and wailing, scratching at my chest, hunching herself
up and down my cock in short tight strokes. I bucked my hips
upward to meet her thrusts until I felt all this clear fluid
run down around my legs and belly. She didnt seem to notice
the huge puddle around us. Her twitching pussy was too busy
convulsing atop my prick. At first I thought she peed on
me. She was forcefully pounding herself with complete
abandon along the full length of my huge cock. She had both
her hands on the headboard. The bed frame was cracking against
the wall. Her howls reached a squealing crescendo and her
whole body was shaking and trembling. Finally, she collapsed
speechless over me her cheek pressed to my chest. When she
saw the big stain, she giggled and told me she hadnt had
a squirting orgasm like that in years. I told her I loved
it. But I was still hard and imbedded in her depths. I rolled
behind and lay on top keeping my cock in her. She was still
so slick. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I moved my hands
up and down her flanks and thighs. Slowly I slid my hard cock
little deeper.
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