Title: Olive
Author: Eskimo1958
Summary: Thomas is on a trip to present a business proposal to a large corporation. He
meets an older woman the night before and an intereting lustful evening ensues. The idea 
for this story was inspired by one of my readers, a senior citizen that still has lots of
sexual enthusiasm running through her veins.
Keywords: M/olderF, romance

I was looking out over the pool, admiring the very small red bikini being worn by a very shapely blonde. A blonde with dark roots just barely visible from my side of the pool. Damn, enough curves to make a blind man hard, that was my first reaction, as I watched her slowly walk to the ladder, turn, and climb down backwards into the cool water of the pool. A total exhibitionist, that's for sure. And, looking around, I chuckled. Maybe thirty-five to forty people, all adults, and all watching the hot blonde in the Arizona sun, as she stretched her arms back and out over her head, and gently eased into a back float. Talk about your personal floatation devices, damn almighty!

My cock twitched in my swim trunks, but I told myself to behave. I've another two nights here in Phoenix, and tomorrow I had a presentation to handle to win over some client for my employer. Which meant that I had more things to go over on my laptop, which was doing a poor job hiding the growing member underneath it. The image in my mind of the blonde was bothering me still though, as I tried studying away. I eventually gave up, and looked at her, as I heard her climb out of the pool. Oh yeah! It's amazing when some suits get wet, on how they become almost transparent. I sighed, thinking how nice it would be to get her into my room, and have my way with her. And every man there was probably thinking the same damn thing, as she sat down by herself.

I chuckled, quickly realizing the game she's playing. Trolling for a man to play with, as she seductively reclined on her lounge chair, her hard, proud breasts sticking up into the hot, Arizona air. A soft, feminine voice startled me to my senses, as it asked "Enjoying the view?"

I turned, and found myself looking into the face of an older woman. Embarrassed, I responded like a smartass that I am, "Yes, me and every guy here."

A faint smile came to her lips, I guessed her to be maybe in her mid-sixties, probably twenty years my senior. "Maybe you should go talk to her.", she said.

I chuckled, replying as I looked over at the young blonde and bronzed beauty, "She's tempting, and she has good bait. But this fish knows better than to hit on that lure."

"Oh, and why is that?" she asked.

I sat back into the lounge chair, saying "For starters, she's obviously on the prowl. Why is that? Is she after a man for money? A sugar daddy type scenario comes to mind. Then, there's her age. What is she? Maybe early twenties?"

"I would say early thirties." She said, interrupting me.

"Okay, let's say early thirties. She's not settled down, has she done this often? Maybe going from man to man, that's a possibility."

"Wouldn't you like to do that? If you could?" she asked.

"No, I prefer going from women to women, myself." She chuckled, as I went on, "Then there's her taste of attire. That bikini probably costs a lot of money, not that there's much to it. She's probably high maintenance, if she's hunting for a man for a long term relationship."

"High maintenance?"

"Sure, some guy will have to start shelling out the big bucks to keep her happy." I paused before I went on, "Then of course, there's another possibility."

"And that is?"

"She could be a tease. She is beautiful, and she damn well knows it. She isn't afraid to flaunt it. She very well may have plenty of money already. So, when an admirer advances, she shuns him away. She's picky, looking for mister right to make her happy." I chuckled, adding "And who is to say that she'll ever be happy."

"Are you happy?" she asked.

I nodded, "Can't complain. Got my second house, a new pickup, good paying job."

"But no one to share it with." She added rather quickly.

I grinned, "I did at one time. She has the first house."

She laughed, "So, you're divorced. And if you don't mind me asking, why is that? Was she high maintenance?"

I was blunt, "No, actually, she caught me in bed with her now ex-best friend."

"Oh, I see." She was silent for a moment, before asking "And you and her ex-best friend, are you two still, um..."

"No, she cost me enough grief." I laughed. "Actually, her husband took her back. So I loss both ways." I sighed, as I added "Live and learn."

"So you're not hitting on any lures then, huh?"

"Oh, maybe." Not sure why I said that, must be the heat getting to me.

"You're a good looking, fit, young man. I'm sure you get plenty of opportunity."

I laughed, saying "You're either very nice, or you normally wear glasses, ma�m."

"I wear contacts, actually." she said, smiling broadly. "And for being in your forties, you're not that bad looking."

"Yes, I have them lining up at the door, don't I." Okay, maybe that was a bit sarcastic.

She said "You are such a smart-aleck, aren't you?"

"Yes, it keeps me young." I turned to face her, "And what keeps you looking so young?" Shit, why did I say that?

Her eyes flew open, "Work, mainly. You're here on business?"

Changing the subject, interesting. "Yes, flew in from Denver yesterday morning. I've a presentation to give tomorrow for my company. Hopefully we'll win a nice contract from this new client."

"You flew in two days early? Why?" she asked.

"Oh, mainly to make sure that I'm prepared. This is important to my boss. And important to our small company. We really could use the business." My turn to ask, "So, you and your husband here for a vacation?"

I had pointed to her wedding band, which she raised, and a sad smile came to her face, "Oh, this. No, I'm widowed. I'm just in town for a few days. Guess you could say it's business related."

"Sorry about you being widowed. You must have had one hell of a lucky man in your life." Okay, so I'm kissing up, what of it?

She smiled, "Thank you, Mister?", she said as she offered her hand.

"Thomas, Thomas Keller. And you are?"

I shook her hand firmly, as she responded, "You may call me Olive."

"Well Olive, it's nice to meet you." Something caught my eye, as I looked over, and saw an older gentleman talking to the blonde on the other side of the pool.

I laughed as I heard her say "It's amazing how foolish an older man acts when there's a younger woman around."

"Are you being sarcastic, Olive? Or jealous?" I asked, a wry smile on my face.

"Thomas." She hissed. "That's being mean." She paused, before adding "Truthful, but mean."

"I like the truthful part." I went back to looking at the older gentleman hitting up on the young blonde, as I said "Don't worry, she'll probably cause him to have a heart attack." I heard her giggle, as I glanced at my watch, as I said "Well, I really need to get something to eat."

I was surprised when I heard her ask "Mind if I join you."

Looking at her, I said with a smile, "Well, sure. I could use the company. Get my mind off work." I stood up, and started picking up my belongings, "I've gotten rather nervous over this trip."

Her face showed no emotion, as she started to get up, saying "I'm in suite seven-twelve. Could you meet me there in say, an hour? That'll be six-twenty."

"No problem." I grinned, "I'm looking forward to it."

I took her hand, and we shook, before I turned and headed for the doors of the hotel. I was snickering, thinking about this older woman. She did look cute, in that grandmotherly way. But here I am, in Phoenix, Arizona. And the best I could do for companionship is dinner with a lady old enough to be my mother.

Once in my room, I sat my things down and headed to the bathroom. I took a healthy dump, followed by a hot shower and a shave, before laying down on the bed, and doing some more looking at my laptop. At six I put my suit on. Didn't have much choice, as I didn't pack much in way of casual clothes. And the restaurant here is kind of upscale. I also didn�t think Burger King across the street would be a good alternative, even if it was just a light companionship dinner.

I boarded the elevator, and took it to the seventh floor. Got out and was greeted by the concierge, who was standing behind a podium. He lifted his head, and asked "Mr. Keller?" I nodded my head yes, and he said "Right this way, sir."

I followed him down the hall, which I noticed was more ornate than the floor I was on. At the door that was numbered 712, he knocked lightly, and I recognized Olive's voice say "Come in."

He opened the door for me, and I walked on past him, and on into a large room. The furnishings were richly decorated. Obviously out of my class, as I first saw the leather couch and recliner, the large, sixty inch television, and the bar, complete with stools. Olive stuck her head out of what I correctly guessed to be the bathroom, smiled at me, and motioned to the bar, saying "Go ahead and help yourself to something to drink. The bar is fully stocked." Her head disappeared, adding "And if you could, pour me a glass of wine, Thomas."

I exhaled, amazed by the place, as I walked over to the bar. I found the small fridge built into the wall, just below the microwave oven. Opening the door, I found a opened bottle of wine, and I pulled it out, and uncorked it. Now, I can tell you one thing for sure, I have no clue when it comes to wine. What's excellent, or what's average. I do know that Boone's farm is at the bottom of the list, and looking at the bottle, I was pretty sure that this wasn't that.

I quickly found the wine glasses, and filled one about half-way. I then went back to the fridge. Opening it, I smiled, as I saw the beer. Molson�s, that'll work! I grabbed a bottle, and a tall beer glass, and poured the contents into it. I took a sip, before saying "Do you want me to bring it to you?"

"No, I'll be out shortly." She responded, adding "Take a seat, dinner shall be here soon."

I chuckled, some place. This place must cost an arm and a leg. And I really was just planning on taking her to the restaurant. I heard the toilet flush, and after a few minutes, with me sitting on the couch, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a evening gown. Ankle length, and a light blue in color, with tons of sequins that shimmered. I stood, smiling, as she said "How do I look?"

"Great." I replied. And she did, for a lady of her age. The dress didn't form to all her curves, just where it needed too. Mainly the breasts, which showed a substantial amount of cleavage. And her ass, which was definitely well-rounded. Her hair was done up nicely, braided and in a bun, it was dark gray, as it seemed her color had just recently turned from her younger hair color, which I guessed to probably have been black.

She reached down and picked up the glass of wine that I had placed on the end table, and took a sip. A sweet smile came to her lips, as she said "Well Thomas, what do you think of my suite?"

My first thought, "Extravagant."

She giggled, and started to say something, but there was a knock at the door. She turned, and said "Dinner has arrived." She took a few steps, and said "Come in." The door opened, and the concierge entered, followed by two bell boys, each pushing a cart. They set the carts next to each other, and went to the closet and pulled out a pair of chairs, setting them so that they faced each other.

As they uncovered the plates of food, the concierge asked "Will there be anything else, Miss Olive."

She handed him a bill, it looked to be a twenty, maybe two of them, as she said "No, that's it for the evening. Thank you."

She watched them leave, and turned to me, saying "I'm so glad you could have dinner with me, Thomas. As I could use the company." She went to her chair, and like a gentleman, I helped her sit down, and scootted her chair closer to the cart.

"No problem, Olive. It's my pleasure." I said, still a bit overwhelmed.

I went and grabbed her wine, and handed it to her, as I then sat down, and took a look at what was for dinner. She must have seen my look of surprises, as she said "I ordered for you. It's a porterhouse and stuffed mushrooms, with a side of grilled shrimp. Rice pilaf, broccoli, and baked potato. Plus a nice salad of mixed greens, with French dressing. I hope you like French."

"Very nice. It will do well." I said, and it was, as I asked, "And what did you order for yourself, Olive?"

"Oh, just something light. I ordered me a mixed green salad as well, with raspberry vinaigrette dressing. As for the main course, it's chicken cordon bleu, with noodles. They prepare everything well here, so you should like yours as much as I like mine."

I nodded, saying "Well, let's dig in then, shall we?"

She smiled at me, and took her first bite of food. Oh, the food was exquisite. The steak melted in my mouth, and the shrimp were grilled to perfection. And I was sure hers tasted just as good. We both cleaned our plates off pretty well. As a matter of fact, we didn't spend any time talking, just eating, which really surprised me.

I was done first, as I leaned back, sipped my second beer, and watched her continue to eat. She was really a fine looking woman, for her age. As a matter of fact, the thought struck me that she could easily be an older version of the blonde we saw at the pool this afternoon. But the thought didn't last, as she was now done eating, and sitting back in her chair, and asked "So, what will you be doing tomorrow?"

She took her wine, and sipped some, as I cleared my throat. "Tomorrow, I will be presenting an offer to a potential client. My company is involved in data entry and system management, and we would like to do their work for them. Basically software management."

"Have you any experience in this?" she asked, as she stood, and went to the couch, sitting on it, and motioning me to join her there.

I answered her "In presenting things, no. I'm more into the software development, design and installation.", as I stood, and sat at the other end of the couch, my beer in hand.

A shocked look on her face, as she asked "Oh really? And how did you come to be the one to give the presentation?"

I chuckled, "I drew the short straw." She giggled, as I explained, "We put in the bid a few months back. And our salesman, well, he was unfortunately involve in a bad car accident."

"Oh, that's too bad. Will he be alright?" she asked, a sad, compassionate expression on her face.

"Yes, for the most part. But he'll be in the hospital for another month. We're not even sure if he'll ever return to work. Luckily, our company provides great medical benefits, so he and his family won't do without."

She said "So, you were chosen to present your company's offer."

I laughed, "No, actually, I really did pull the short straw." She smirked, as I said "The company I work for only has twenty odd employees. The owner started it twenty years ago, and I've been with him from about the beginning. We've mainly done work for small, local companies, until the last four years that is."

"So you've expanded, that's good." she said, finishing off her wine, and handing me her glass. I instinctively stood, drained my glass as well, and headed for the fridge, damn that beer is good.

I said "We hired Bill, that's our salesman, at that time. And well, he's been phenomenal. As a matter of fact, he coached me the last week from his hospital ged before I left to help me along."

"Do you think it helped?" she said, as I poured her some more wine.

"I'll know tomorrow. If I don't break out into a cold sweat and flee the room in terror." I said, laughing, as I poured myself my third beer.

I returned to the couch, handing her glass, as she smiled at me. "So where are you located? It seems I never asked that."

"Denver. I grew up there."

"Nice city. I've been there on occasion."

"So, what do you do Olive?"

She grinned, "Semi-retired. I worked with my late-husband for all my life."

"So you two owned your own business then, a family operation?"

"Yes, you could say that." She had a funny look about her, I caught it, but no idea why. She took a healthy sip, damn this woman can put away the wine. "I think you'll do fine tomorrow, Thomas."

I felt relaxed, was it because of the beer? "Thank you, Olive."

We, or I should say, she, changed the subject, as we drifted off into other topics. I told her where I went to college(U of Denver), and she told me where she grew up (Tucson), her late husband (No name given), her daughter (No name there either), then about current events. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was a sports fan, as we chatted about everything.

Then we got into the subject of music. She used to go dancing with her late-husband on occasion, usually to big band music. And when she asked if I ever had danced to big band, I said yes, but not very well. She smiled, and walked over to the entertainment center, and flipped a button, then turned around. Music filled the room. Soft, and slow, and she motioned me to come to her. Oh what the hell, why not. What would be the problem with one dance.

I offered my left hand, and she grabbed it with her right, and placed her left on my shoulder. I put my right hand around her waist, placing it in the middle of her back, and away we went. Now I'm not an expert on dance, or the names of them. It was sort of like a waltz, as we glided around on the floor. And when the second song ended, we never stopped after the first one, she looked into my face and said "Very nice, Thomas. You only stepped on my toes three times."

I smiled, "Are we being sarcastic?"

"Yes, let's do better during the next time, after I take a sip of my wine." She broke apart, and took her glass of wine, and drank from it, before returning to me, and saying "Now, let us try again."

She came to me, and soon we were like before, dancing away. She would giggle at times, and I correctly assumed the wine was making her feel a bit giddy. And I also noticed that as we danced, the gap between us proceeded to get narrower and narrower. By the eighth song, and after I had poured her another glass of wine, her chest was pressing into mine, and my chin was resting against her left temple.

Then, a song with a tango rhythm came on, and a wild smile came to her face. She squealed the first time I raised my hand and spun her around. And the second time, she ended up with her back up against my front, my groin pressed into the top of her butt. And it was then when I discovered how turned on I had become. Damn, I was hard as a rock! She had my left hand in her left hand, and she had her left arm drawn up across her front, up tight underneath her chest. And then, the song was over, and she stood still, leaning her body into me. Her left arm was still in the same place, as he took my right hand, and brought it to her front, just below her left arm. She intertwined her fingers of our right hands, as he turned her face to the right, and tilted her head back.

Her eyes were closed, and there was a smile on her face, as I lowered my lips to hers, and kissed them, tasting the beads of sweat from our dancing, as well as the taste of the wine she had been drinking. I nibbled at her lips, and I felt her mouth open. A warm tongue flicked across my teeth, and I was surprised when I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slide in. My left hand had moved up over her breast, kneading it through the fabric of her dress and the bra underneath, as my right hand, still with her fingers mixed with mine, moved down to her crotch, where I felt the heat of a fire burning underneath her clothes.

My mind was telling me that she was much older than I, but my cock, and her hot kissing was telling me that age doesn't matter. Her arms suddenly fell to her side, as I moved my face to her cheek and neck, kissing and leaving a wet trail of where my tongue had been. She moaned as I rubbed her crotch with my right hand. My left coming to her back, and finding the zipper to start my way on to paradise. I was wondering how far she would let this go, as I drawn the zipper down slowly, still nibbling at her neck, then her ear, and to the side of her face. My hands came to her shoulders, and I pulled the dress off of them, and down her arms, letting the sheer fabric fall the rest of the way to the floor. Looking over her shoulder at her lacey, white bra, I reached around the front, as I saw it was a front clasp, and undid it expertly with one hand. She looked down, and giggled, as her heavy breasts were now free, saying "You're good at that, aren't you?"

"Years of practice, Olive." I said, with a smile on my face. I don't think she was going to stop this. No, definitely not, as she turned around, and dropped to her knees. Oh yeah, her small fingers felt good, as they fished my hard member out of my slacks. And her sensuous lips, as they wrapped around my cock, my throbbing, hard cock, god, I wanted to cum right now! She gripped my shaft with one hand, as she worked my pants down past my hips, all the while sliding her mouth and tongue up and down my rock hard shaft.

I was grinning as I ran my fingers through her hair, as she sucked away, her mouth twisting on my cock. It didn't take long for my first blast splattered into the back of her mouth, as she swallowed quickly, keeping up with the flood of cum I was producing.

Once she was done sucking me dry, I grabbed her shoulders and helped her to the edge of the bed, as she laid back, and raised her legs and held them up into the air. She smiled up to me, as I grabbed the top of her panties, and pulled them off her legs, revealing a tasty pussy, ready to be eaten.

She rolled over, and acted like she was trying to get away, giggling, as I dove onto the bed, grabbing her hips, and twisting her hips so she was on her back again, and making her squeal with laughter, followed by a moan of lust as my mouth latched onto her wet pussy lips. I plunged three fingers into her tight cunt, as my tongue assaulted her clit. My free hand went to her breasts, kneading them, and feeling what I thought to be the biggest damn nipples that I've ever felt. As I continued eating her honey, I glanced up over her belly, seeing her propped up on her elbows, smiling at me. Her face was framed by her boobies, and on each were large nipple's. And I do mean large. Those damn things were a good half-inch across, and stuck out probably three-quarters of an inch. And they were dark pink and hard as rocks.

I felt my cock throb, as she hissed as I fucked her cunt with my fingers, her hips bouncing off the bed, grinding her clit against my tongue and lips. Damn she's hot! And juicy, very juicy! As within a minute, her whole body made one hard jerk down, followed by a momentary pause, then a sound emitted form her mouth. It began as a soft whimper, but it grew into a loud wail, and gasps, as her lungs were trying to gain some air back into them. Her cunt tightened onto my fingers, as I kept on wiggling them, as well as my tongue, causing her to leave one orgasm and fly on into another.

I didn't even let her regain her composure, as I crawled up quickly, and rammed my cock into her slick twat. Her eyes flew open, as my pecker stretched her mature vagina out, and she smiled up at me, as I started rutting away. I had hooked her legs with my arms, the palms of my hands on the mattress by her armpits, driving her ass up, and opening her thighs wide. Looking down, I could see my reddened cock getting swallowed by her equally reddened pussy. A pussy that was pretty damn wet.

Those nipples, they were just begging to be sucked on, as her large breasts rolled around on her chest, her whole body shaking as I pounded away into her. I lowered my face and grabbed one between my lips, and started nursing on it, making her moan with delight. And my cock felt like it expanded another three inches, as my oral senses were telling my brain what a tasty, big nipple she has. Two of them, and I was alternating between both. She would whimper when my mouth would leave one, and moan when I attacked the other.

Her cum was something to watch. She closed her eyes, and arched her back, meeting me thrust for thrust as she bounced her cunt up against me. A look of determination on her face turned into a broad smile, followed by another loud, vocal screaming orgasm, as I felt her cunt wrench my tool hard, her whole body tightening up, then shaking as she pulled my face to hers, her screams now muffled by my mouth as I tried sticking my tongue down her hot throat.

Her body went limp, and I ceased my rapid fucking motion, coming down to a slow, long stroking action, as her lungs tried desperately to obtain a lot of lost oxygen. My cock was still going strong, and I was wanting to go all night long, if it was okay for her. I let go of her legs, and I nuzzled her cheek, saying "Would you like to roll onto your belly?"

She smiled, and with eyes still closed, she giggled, and pushed me up. She rolled over, still with my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, and onto her belly. She grabbed a pillow, and placed it under her lower abdomen, causing her ass to stick up, while the whole of her body was flat on the mattress, her legs parted somewhat. I brought my legs up, and reached down for her hips, grabbed them, and started drilling her with abandon once more. Her tight cunt somehow now felt even tighter. And my nut sack had dwindled next to nothing, as I kept going. She was muttering incoherently, and I thought for sure I felt her cunt spasm, causing me to think she had another orgasm, which she did.

She amazed me, as after about ten minutes, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and knees, and started fucking me back. I reached down underneath her, grabbing her swollen nipples, and gently pulled on them. I was rewarded with her telling me to pull harder on them, and to "Fuck me harder, damn you!"

So I did, keeping it up for about two minutes, when I groaned, signaling my toe-curling orgasm, as I drenched her womb with my seed. It was a mutual cum, as she cried out "Oh shit, Jeff, damn!"

Who the fuck is Jeff? I just laughed quietly to myself Guess I now know the name of her late husband. We collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, before I rolled onto my side, and she rolled onto her back. I grabbed her right tit with my left hand, admiring her still hardened nipple, as we basked in the glow of a fantastic orgasm. My cock laid limp down my thigh, the head resting against her hip. It looked rather sad, all fucked out for the moment, as I said "Damn Olive, you've the biggest nipples that I've ever seen."

She giggled, running her had through my hair, and kissed the top of my head, as I licked her left nipple. "Yeah, it always was a concern for daddy and momma when I was growing up. They always made me wear thick bras."

"I could see why." I sucked on it again, then released it, adding "I bet Jeff always loved to play with them."

She pulled her hands to her face, saying "Oh shit! I did say his name, didn't I!" We both laughed, as she apologized, "I'm so sorry, Thomas. I sort of got caught up into my own pleasure."

I kissed her sweet lips, as my hand went down to explore her now well fucked cunt. She purred as I found her clit with my thumb, while gently inserting my index and forefinger into her gooey twat. "Hey, don't worry about it, I'm just glad that I have done a satisfactory job, so far."

Another kiss, her to me, as she said "Yes, so far." A lustful grin, indicating she was willing for another go, as soon as I was able too. We both knew it could be a while. The intensity of the first round was so much, it had drained both of us greatly. So, being an expert lover, she said "So, what do you think about making an older lady happy?"

I smiled, "Always a pleasure to make a woman happy, Olive. No matter the age."

"Yes, I'm sure you are." She sighed a contented sigh, as she then said "But tell the truth, Thomas. Wouldn't you have preferred the blonde at the pool?"

Laughing, I asked "Isn't that like asking me if your butt's too big?" She giggled, as I added, "Actually, I prefer what woman I'm with than any other woman that I may lust after."

"So you would like to have done her?"

"Well sure. But I always wanted Santa to bring me a butane rocket launcher when I was a kid. In other words, it will probably never happen."

She smiled, and kissed my lips, her hand finding my happy, well used pecker, and tugging on it. "Well Thomas, it looks like it might be a while before I can ride it."

"Yeah, guess so." I responded.

She swung her legs off the edge of the bed, and said "Come, there's a place to relax in the bathroom."

She started for the door, and I was instantly to my feet, wondering what she had in mind. I followed her wiggling ass, as we went into the bathroom, and I grinned. The very large bathroom had what any bathroom would have. But a bit more. A double vanity with two sinks. A toilet, which she went right too and proceeded to sit on, a tub and shower, a separate walk-in shower, plenty of cabinets, plus freshly cleaned towels, and in the middle of it all, a small, two-person spa.

I chuckled, as I went for it, as I heard her pee into the toilet. She stood and flushed, as I climbed into the spa, and a very audible "Ahhhh!" escaped my lips as I eased my body under the almost too warm water. I leaned back, as I watched her swing a leg into the spa to come and join me. Her breasts were hanging down, those nipples still sticking out large and proud, and I could see my cum matted in her dark pubes. She sat down next to me, and I draped my left arm across the back of her shoulders, my right hand coming across me to cup her right tit. Boobs in water are amazing. The bouncy of them is interesting. They just float there, perfect spheres of flesh. Although hers take on the characteristics of twin torpedoes, with their large detonator caps leading the way. She leaned her head up against mine, as I played with her tit, her fingers coyly playing with my spent prick. A prick that I knew she would expertly get hard eventually.

"Thomas? You don't mind being with me, do you?" she asked.

I chuckled, "Not so far, Olive. Seems I've enjoyed myself so far." I answered. My left hand caressed her cheek, as I asked "And have you enjoyed this evening so far?"

She blushed, as she kissed my chin, "Yes, I have. Immensely."

"Hopefully, I'll be able to provide you with more enjoyment, as the night wears on." I said. My hand left her nipple, and was quickly in her crotch.

Her thighs parted, allowing me to fondle her sex, as a broad smile came to her face. She closed her eyes, and I felt her body relax, as I started working her clit with my fingers. Her breathing started to become labored, and her hips were moving up and down, as I kissed her sweet lips. I played with her clit for thirty minutes, when her body became as stiff as her big nipples, and she moaned as the built up pressure in her cunt burst out, her body then trembled, as she had her sweet feeling cum.

She opened her eyes, eyes that had a glazed look about them. I felt her hand, still tugging on my cock. And I never even noticed that it had gotten hard once more, ready and willing for some more of her body. She crawled over me, and guided the head of my cock to her cunt, and started to impale herself slowly on it. Her tits were up out of the water, and as my hands held her waist, I sucked into my mouth her left nipple, feeling the tightness of her cunt as she started to slide down my happy prick.

I've never done it in water before. And I quickly discovered that a tight cunt feels even tighter, as the natural lubrication tends to wash away quickly, causing more friction between the skin of her vaginal walls, and my hard cock. The thick vein on the bottom of my swollen meat was throbbing, already ready to pump her full of my cream. Our mouths locked onto each other, as we danced our tongues together, just as she moaned and wailed into my mouth, causing my cock to throb hard and blast it's payload deep inside of her. Her body trembled, as we pulled each other tight in the warm water, as it swirled around us.

I was about exhausted. And I should be! This was the most intense evening of sexual pleasure that I've ever experienced. And all thanks to a senior citizen. Once she regained her senses, she whispered into my ear, "Let's dry off, have one more drink, and go to bed, Thomas."

Yeah, I was all for that, as she stood up, my cock being released from her tight, mature cunt. I chuckled, and so did she, when we looked at her pussy, seeing globs of water mixed cum dripping from her dilated hole. We grabbed some towels, and patted each other dry. She groaned when I dried the lips of her twat, and I asked "A little sore, huh?"

She smiled down at my face, and said "Sore, but more than just satisfied, Thomas."

We wrapped dry towels around us, and went to the bar. I pulled out the wine, and poured her another glass, as I grabbed a beer. We stood there, leaning against the bar, as we sipped our beverages.

I had mine about drained, as I asked "You ready for bed?"

She grinned, looking down at the front of my towel, asking "What do you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want!" I shot back. She took the bottle of wine, and I was puzzled, as she pulled my towel off of me, revealing my semi-hard cock. I really didn't know if I could rise to the occasion again, but I was pretty sure she wanted me too. She grabbed the wine glass, and held it under the tip of my cock. Then I chuckled, as she poured the wine over my pecker. Once the glass was full, she put the bottle down, took a sip from her glass, then started sucking the wine off my cock. I just moaned with delight, and said "Oh yeah!" as I leaned my back against the bar. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around my shaft, getting every drop of wine off my cock. And by then, I was sporting a very serviceable hard-on. A hard-on that was soon in her cunt, as she stood and bent at the waist, her arms extended out in front of her, holding onto the edge of the bar, as I had my hands on her waist, and was sliding in and out of her hot, slick cunt.

She was grunting with each thrust, and after ten minutes, I moved my hands up to those great fun bags, and started pulling on her humongous nipples. She cried out, and I felt her cunt clamp onto my cock, as her orgasm swept through her. I felt her start to go limp, but I gripped her tits, holding her up and guided her to the bar stool, letting her rest on it before I started fuckin her with renewed vigor.

She was muttering words of encouragement, as I pumped her hole, admiring the sight as my cock constantly emerged then sank back into her cunt. And when I finally dumped my load, she arched her back, making my cock sink in hard, as I balled her tits, my cock shot off it's healthy load, sending her into a screaming orgasm. I remember carrying her to bed, and asking if she wanted me to join her. She nodded her head yes, and I curled up with her in my arms, as I slipped the covers over us.

I woke with a start. Glancing at the clock, it read seven-twenty. My presentation was at nine-thirty. She giggled, as I raced out of bed, on into the bathroom, and quickly showered. I dressed, and gave her a kiss, as she sat up in bed, up against the headboard, the covers down below her fantastic tits, nipples still hard as she watched me with a gleam of lust in her eye.

I asked as I left, "Will I see you later?"

She laughed, responding "I'm sure you will."

I didn't think anything of her comment, except that it was a promise of more fun in the sack. The concierge looked at me strangely, as I exited her room, still getting my tie on, as I went to the elevator, and boarded it. Got to my room, and gathered my laptop up, and away I went to the lobby.

I had a taxi hailed, and soon I was on my way, pulling out from in front of the hotel just as a limo pulled up. I didn't think anything of it. For in twenty minutes, I was at my destination. A large corporate office, I was impressed. Potentially our biggest client, and I was sweating from not just the heat. I was thinking that I really should have not spent the evening with Olive. The time would have been much better spent looking over my presentation.

At the reception desk, I was welcomed once I had announced who I was, and I was told that I was expected. A man soon showed up, introduced himself, and guided me down a hall to some elevators. He kept rambling on, but I was in a haze, still thinking abut presenting our product. He said something about board members being present, but that was lost on me as well. I should have listened.

He led me into a conference room, and showed me a seat. It was at a table next to a podium along a wall. In front of that, was a long table, with eight other chairs on the other side. I gulped, as people dressed in business suits came in. I set up my lap top. There were ports that handled video and audio presentation, something that I already knew.

I looked up, as I hooked up my laptop, my palms wet from sweat from my nerves. I saw a female, blonde with dark roots showing, early thirties. A name tag in front of her seat said "Angela". Dressed in a blue suit, she looked vaguely familiar, as she was talking to another member of the board. I looked down, she was the only woman there. The man that brought me in came up to me, saying "We'll be ready as soon as the last board member arrives. I nodded my head, as I powered up my computer, making sure everything was running fine. It was, and I smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief, as I heard the blonde say loudly, "Mother, we've been waiting for you."

I looked up, the blonde was facing me, hugging a gray-haired lady who had her back to me. It hit me, the blonde from the pool. And then I about died, as the older woman turned around, and winked at me, just as another board member asked her "Hello Olive, did you enjoy your suite?"

Her voice showed no real emotion, as she was then saying to him, "Yes, but I had trouble sleeping. I may try another room tonight." I wanted to die.

It's a week later, and I chuckled, as I unwrapped the box. I was sitting in my office in Denver, when this package arrived, specifically for me. Unwrapping it, I found a box containing a toy. A butane powered rocket launcher. And a note, saying

'Dear Thomas,

Sometimes your dreams do come true. I hope you enjoy what life presents itself. Looking forward to another evening of dancing and romance with you.

Love,

Olive'

I chuckled, remembering our last evening together last week. Not the night before my presentation, but the evening afterwards. She had left a message at my room, asking me to meet her for dinner in the hotel restaurant at six. I gladly did, and we talked. She informed me that she didn't realize that I was who I was, until well into our conversation the previous night. By then, she already knew she wanted me for the evening. Something she had never done before. Spending it with a man that wasn't her late husband. And she spent that night with me as well, with our love making being more subdued, but just as intense. She sat on my prick for a good portion of the evening, her back up against my chest, as we watched the television, my hands playing with ere tits and clit.

My mind was brought back to reality, as I smiled and put the toy box on the floor next to my desk, as a voice said "Well, Thomas, I want to thank you for years of great, loyal service."

I looked up, seeing my boss, and saying "Why thank you, sir." I was a bit puzzled, I had just gotten to the office, as I had a morning dental appointment, and I was told upon my arrival that he was in a meeting. But no one knew who with.

He smirked, "Now, for some bad news." Shit, I blew the presentation. I'm being sacked. "I've been bought out. The company you made the presentation to was more than impressed with our capabilities. They made me a very substantial offer, and I couldn't turn it down."

Well, this was not expected. "And the good news is, you all are to remain here in Denver to work for them as well as our other clients. And, I'm sure you know your new employer."

A blonde came around the corner, I smiled. For it was Angela, Olive's daughter. She smiled too, as my now ex boss said "Well, I've an office to clear out. I believe that she can handle things now."

She lost her smile, her face now looking rather non-plus, as she said "You and I will be having dinner this evening. Mother said you present a lot of potential." She left my cubicle, and I leaned back, and just smiled as I reached down and happily patted the toy by my desk.

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