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Poster's note:  I did not write this story. It is archived, along with
many more high quality erotic stories at http://www.slowhand.com/
 
All feedback should be sent to: SciTeach35@aol.com

Warning:

*The following text contains graphic descriptions of sex and nudity.
Please do not download or read it if you are under 18, or if it would be
unlawful in your community for you to do so.  This story and all original
characters/situations are copyright of Richard La Fond, 1997*

Meeting in May

By Richard La Fond
SciTeach35@aol.com

I was enjoying being with this delightful young man just as much in real
life as I had online. Dinner at a restaurant had seemed a safe way to
meet and that had proven to be true, maybe too true. We had chatted
away like old friends without so much as a hint of sexual attraction for
the past hour and I found it refreshing, melting away the fifteen years I
had on him. We talked of novels and music, people and careers,
sports and TV, and all manner of subjects until two emotions crept
into my consciousness. One was fear, as I began to doubt that he had
a more-than-casual interest in me. Had all the words typed so
romantically and erotically dissolved under the reality of appearances?
In his eyes was I no longer a sexually charged older woman, now just
a pathetic old woman wishing it were otherwise? The other emotion
was excitement as I realized that no matter what Richard was feeling,
I had a strong interest in fucking him that night. Underlying the platonic
safety of this conversation was a heat that I wanted to quench. He
had done nothing to indicate what he wanted from me in our first real
meeting after two years of cyber-involvement.

He obviously liked me, I thought as we shared a laugh. He looked
into my eyes, chatted with clear enjoyment of my company, and
smiled easily. Could this be a sort of shyness? Or a defense? Should I
respect his friendly distance or challenge it? He was married, and so
was I. Perhaps I should just wait him out until he dropped me off.
Could he say good-bye after such a wonderful dinner without a kiss?
Kisses melted Richard online and I knew my mouth would please him
better now. If we kissed.....I retrieved my attention on our
conversation.

We watched another couple--god, were we a couple?--at a distant
table, and played the game of creating their conversation. They were
middle aged and looked frumpy, so we played up this Ozzie and
Harriet relationship until we almost rolled on the floor. I felt tears in
my eyes as our eyes met, hoping my make-up held and that my laugh
lines were not too distinct. His eyes crinkled deeply and I loved it;
these were eyes that had enjoyed life thoroughly for their thirty-five
years. We certainly had the attention of the other diners when we
finally settled down! I spotted a pair of lovers in a dark booth, sitting
close together, and wondered if we could take a stab at that
conversation, but our table was in the middle under a light, not too
conducive to seduction or romance of any kind.

Our conversation settled into a warm contented silence so full that
words were unnecessary. As I watched him, I noted the details of the
way his hands manipulated his utensils, delicate yet strong. Young
hands.......sensual hands. Then Richard sipped his water and for a
split second his lips were moist and shiny. With his attention diverted
from me I was free to watch the liquid gather at his lips before sliding
down his throat.......I wanted a kiss....just one kiss.......

“Did you say something?” he asked.

Oh, no, my last word had drifted out on a whisper! “No, I was just
lost in my thoughts and one slipped out,” I explained.

He hesitated, then allowed my slip to pass, much to my chagrin. Well,
if he was unwilling to accept that unintentional offer, I would have to
be bolder. I took a sip of my wine, making sure that my own lips
were wet, then rimmed the glass with one manicured finger. Odd for
me to have painted nails, but in a way it made me a different person
and, I hoped, a seductive one. He watched me closely for several
seconds during my little performance and I felt a reaction between my
legs. At fifty I could still demand the attention of any man.

“Richard....?” I asked.

“Yes,” he whispered almost inaudibly.

I looked deep into my red wine, then up into his blue eyes. “I want
you to kiss me. Very much.”

His eyes had left mine to watch my lips form each word. I had said
the right thing. He glanced at the other customers, who were still
curious about us, and replied, “I want to more than you can imagine.”
The quiver in his voice made me wet, but all I showed him was a
warm smile.

I threw out my questioning responses and went for it, crossing my
arms and leaning an inch closer, “So kiss me.” My smile taunted him.
I felt so sexy, yet on the brink of losing control. Richard was
beginning to shake.

“Right here?”

“Well, if you don’t want to kiss......” I casually began gathering my
belongings, feeling my strength. Then Richard leaned across the table.

I felt a dozen eyes on us as I parted my lips and leaned to meet him,
stopping at just under the half way mark so he would be forced to
reach for me. Richard stretched further and everyone who watched
knew that he totally desired my lips. I felt a smile play at the corners
of my mouth, then saw his tongue move slightly inside his mouth and
could no longer resist reaching my hand out to bring him to me.

The electricity our first touch--god, a public kiss!--sent a ripple of
desire through us and what had once been intended as a naughty little
peck became something stronger. Yet it was not a wild kiss, only an
intimation of wild kisses to come. Open-mouthed, exploring,
insistent.........for just a few seconds all the sexual connections from
our online encounters and one brief meal together flooded through us.

Then it was over. We separated by just a few inches, never releasing
the other’s eyes until Richard said hoarsely, “Let’s get out of here”
and tossed a fifty on the table. I reached for my coat and purse, then I
heard him murmur, “Do something for me?”

At this point I would carry him on my back to a motel room if he but
asked! “Sure,” I replied easily.

“Undo another button.”

My eyes questioned him, the recalled his eyes on my breasts earlier. I
looked down at my slight cleavage, remembering that I had
considered undoing another button as I dressed, but thought just a
little too much. I gave him a smile and glanced around the room once,
but did not touch the button.

“One more....” he whispered, a low deep command.

My hands moved of their own accord as my numbed brain evaluated
the situation. Richard wanted this, his eyes showed it so clearly, and
my body yearned to please him. The button slipped through the hole,
then I released a second, exposing my breasts in their black satin bra
with erect nipples to the casual observer. I sensed eyes on me and felt
that duality of emotion which always makes my body hot even as my
mind panics

My reverie was interrupted by Richard taking my arm and walking me
toward the door. He carried my coat, my one cover, and I felt the
breeze on the skin of my breasts almost as clearly as I felt the eyes of
the other men longing to take Richard’s place tonight. I leaned on his
arm, feeling his firm biceps under my hand, and nearly closed my eyes
as we waltzed past the maitre’d. Outside I wondered how I had ever
found the strength to do such a thing, then wondered that I had found
the strength to resist it for so long. My mind slowly began to function
again as he opened the passenger door and slipped me inside like a
treasure.

Inside the humming car, I reached toward my buttons and shocked
him by undoing more.......one at a time and slowly enough to entice,
until my dress lay on the seat and my body was nearly exposed under
the layers of soft cotton around me.

“Like what you see?” I teased, watching a bead of sweat form on his
brow. “You just watch the road as you pay for your assumptions
earlier.” The assumptions had been right, but what the hell, this was
my game too!

As we drove I found it easy to lose my mind again under his
eyes…and my touch. Some incredible dam had broken and I grew
wild......blatantly offering him glimpses, allowing my hands to roam
over my body until both of us were ready to scream. We had five
minutes left in this drive and it was far too long to wait. I had
demanded that his hands stay on the wheel, but now mine insisted on
feeling his younger body and I gave them license to finally
touch......and it was wonderful.

“Pull over, Richard,” I hissed as my fingers fumbled with his fly. He
sought a dark private road, but quickly settled for a minor side street
and wheeled his car to the curb. The tires kissed the curb just as my
lips kissed the swollen head of his penis in this nice suburban
neighborhood.

Difficult to see in the dark, it was still easy to smell his excitement and
feel the heat emanating from his crotch. I burned too deeply to play,
so I pulled him into my mouth as deep as I could, moaning with the
thrill of it sliding past my lips. With closed eyes, I pulled him slowly
from my mouth, savoring each inch and the flavor of his pre-cum on
my swirling tongue. Richard’s fingers entwined in my hair and I
moaned my encouragement, then felt a distant part of my mind take
control. I looked into his eyes and heard my voice, cool despite my
fire, “No, lover, don’t touch. Later I will take your face in my palms
and fuck it, but you may not touch me. Not yet. Play with your
nipples if you like, but leave the fucking to my mouth.”

He lost himself in groans, telling me that I had hit my mark. My own
body spasmed slightly as electric thrills raced down my spine,
expanding through each breast to each nipple, then reversing and
coursing into my soaking cunt. I lifted his cock with practiced fingers
and sucked him furiously. An oral gift without mercy, my tongue
rubbed insistently against that spot just below the tip as my mouth
delivered firm pressure along the entire length of his lovely shaft.
Occasional headlights illuminated his semi-prone body, adding fuel to
my already out of control passion. There is something rich in having a
man’s cock in my mouth that drives me wild, and his encouraged me
with constant drops of pre-cum as it expanded under my oral
lovemaking. My throat accepted each drop with a moan and my
voice became loud enough for any passers-by to hear; Richard had to
know I loved this. His fingers twisting his own nipples spoke of his
desire and I redoubled my efforts to make him come. My bobbing
head did not want to prolong this, just to feel.......there was no
softness in this blow job as there would be in future ones, just firm
wet touches designed to bring him off as quickly as possibly.

Within seconds I felt his balls tighten under my caressing palm and his
back arched fully. I rammed my tongue along his shaft now as I
sucked and his hands reached for my head, hesitated, then settled for
gripping the seat beside me. He was mine. His cock now undulated,
but I held on, waiting for his yell. He whimpered as my moaning
mouth worked him, but even as his orgasm approached he remained
almost silent. Undaunted, I slide a finger, wet with our juices, to his
asshole just as he began to buck really hard, and was rewarded with
an uncontrolled shout......of my name.

Richard sent his shout to the entire neighborhood and a part of me
wanted to laugh aloud. Fortunately, more of me needed to feel his
cum, so hot and wet and uncontrolled. I swallowed, wanting
everything from him, then cleaned him catlike as he recovered, finally
allowing the giggles to erupt. Richard joined me in a rumbling laugh of
joy that lasted for several minutes. Even as we laughed I occasionally
swiped my tongue across his cock under the pretense of cleaning, but
the truth was I hated every second when I was not touching him. It
wasn’t long before I felt the tell-tale twitch which said he would be
able to come again. This time it would be in private and deep inside
me.
                  ******************

The rest of the drive, all five minutes, was critical. I knew as Richard
calmed that he might feel guilty and want to drop me off, but my plan,
created in the ten minutes since we left the restaurant, had considered
his reticence. Never letting his sexual mind recede, I whispered
wicked comments into his ear constantly, “......my pussy needs your
mouth so much.....do you want that? Do you want my flavor on your
tongue?......perhaps you would prefer to fuck after all this
teasing.......though I know you like teasing, so maybe I can give you
more, and more.....and more?...........I like all positions, which one
would you like?................”

Sometimes I kissed him at stoplights, drawing stares of nearby drivers
and offering Richard a taste of his own semen that he could not resist.
I liked just parting my lips and waiting for his tongue to reach out to
me first then pulling away with the smile he loved. I had him hooked.

When we reached the motel that I had arranged for earlier, he was
quite ready. No sooner did the door open than I found myself face
down on the edge of the bed, my ass rapidly exposed. I clearly
offered my ass to him and immediately felt the gratifying hardness of
his cock sawing along my crack, gliding wetly from my tummy through
my cunt lips, over my clit, and between my ass cheeks. Would he
choose....? No, his velvety head found my cunt again, sliding in with
one firm push as his hands came around to pull me close. Over my
shoulder I kissed him, but this only allowed a bit of movement, so I
released his mouth and lowered my head for a good hard ride.

Richard took me much harder than I expected, but no harder than I
liked. At first he drove in solidly, rocking in and out just an inch or so
with his cock deep in me, but soon he began those hard smacking
thrusts that I adore. His firm stomach and pelvis smacked my ass as
his hands took control of my hips. I closed my eyes and returned each
thrust and our fucking grew wilder. This was pure raw sex, no teasing
or lovemaking, just two cats coupling in an alley. We sweated
together as our fire built and I heard his rasping breathing mix with my
own whimpers until all I felt was my cunt meeting his cock.

Hard......god, so nice....hard fucking..............sometimes he almost
lifted me...up on my toes....settle back.............get fucked
again........sooooooooo gooooood........

I groaned, writhed....his hips rotated as they fucked............dammit,
let me come.........l e t...............m e....................

Then I felt his mouth close on my neck and his cock moved even
faster....then the
sucking......teeth.............OHHHHHHHH>>>>>FUCK!!!!!!! This
man!!!!!!! Owwwwwwwhhhhhhhh.....YESSSSSSSSSS........over
and over, coming, throbbing, hot! I felt him spurting, felt my body
responding.........oooooooooooo, baby........

My body collapsed forward under his and I enjoyed being
sandwiched between warm bed and warm young lover with my eyes
closed. I saw only deep red images on my eyelids; images
indecipherable but comforting and rich. I felt Richard’s lips kissing my
throat softly.....moving to my ear, nibbling at my earlobe just as his
voice confirmed, “I’m crazy about you......”

End

Meeting in May
By Richard La Fond
SciTeach35@aol.com

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