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I awoke to the sun screaming in the window. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I noticed that I wasn’t in my own bed and I was surrounded by satin sheets the color of a creamsicle. My brain was a little fuzzy; I thought where am I? Then it came to me, the pleasant memory coming back to me in a rush. This was her apartment, her bedroom. Her being Kathleen Dormont, a local third grade teacher that I had been pressured by mutual friends into meeting for drinks and dinner. I smiled as I thought to myself, ‘We went a little bit beyond that last night.’ The evening had started out innocently enough at a local eatery/waterhole of her choosing. We had met once before at a holiday party and our friends thought we made ‘a nice couple.’ Hardly the way any two people want to thought of, at least to my way of thinking. As I mentioned, she was a local teacher, in her early 50’s, in the final stages of a rather contentious divorce. At five foot seven, she was a shapely, busty, vivacious redhead. As for me, I’m 68, semi-retired, recently widowed, rus escort tall, grey haired, and not ready to wander into the sunset years without a fight. After an hour’s worth of pleasant conversation, a little off color flirting, followed by her planting a foot in my crotch, a couple of deluxe black-and-blue burgers, and a bottle of red, we decided to call it an evening. I offered to drive her home, which she declined, adding, “You could walk me home if you wish. I live right around the corner.” Little did I know! We got to her front door and I thanked her for a most pleasant evening, suggesting that we make a date for the next weekend. “I’d love that!” she said. I took her face in my hands and gave her what started out as a chaste kiss. I say started, because the moment our lips met, her tongue slid deep into my mouth. Somewhat startled, it took me a moment to reciprocate and a kiss that was supposed to last a couple of seconds went on for a couple of minutes. Breaking the yenimahalle escort kiss, she breathlessly suggested that I come inside, out of the cold. We entered into the darkened hallway and I kicked the door shut as we enfolded each other in our arms and resumed the kiss. I backed her up against the wall, gently chewing her lower lip as my hands gravitated toward her well-endowed ass. She ground her pelvis into me, finding me fully erect. I slid my lips from hers, sucking gently on her earlobe. “Is that Chanel No. 5?” I whispered. “It is! Are you a fan?” she said. “Sexiest perfume on the planet!” I replied between kisses on her neck and collarbone. She deftly unbuttoned the peach colored blouse, exposing as magnificent a chest as I’d ever had the pleasure of viewing. I couldn’t wait to get her bra off so I could properly appreciate what God had given her. As it turns out, I would have to wait for that privilege. After opening her blouse, her hands went further south and unzipped my fly before fishing my manhood from my boxers. My face now in her cleavage, I heard her say, “Here! Now! I can’t wait!” I straightened up, pulling up her skirt and taking a handful of each cheek, guided my rampant cock toward her eagerly waiting pussy. She was as aroused as I was, as evidenced by the ease with which I entered her, burying myself in the warm wetness of her womanhood. She clamped her thighs around my waist, locking her ankles as she met each of my thrusts, leaking her juices all over my shaft, balls, and trousers, as we bounced toward orgasms. With each thrust, we bumped against the wall, her moans buried deep in my mouth. The urgency of our coupling, the raw unbridled lust couldn’t last. She came, clamping her cunt muscles around the length of my cock, milking me, pulling my ropes of warm sperm deep into her clutching womb. As quickly as it had started, it was over. Her ankles unlocked, her feet hit the floor, and she turned toward the stairs. “Kathleen, is that it? Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma’am in the hallway?” I asked, incredulously. She turned, covering her bra-clad breasts modestly with one hand, a drip of cum drooling down her thigh, and asked sadly, “Do you want more?” “Damn right, I do!” I took her hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom.
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