"Hi"
her voice was husky and it dripped the kind of sex that was heavy with anticipation; you just knew that- before the evening was over- you be on top of her or she'd be on top of you.

"is that a gun in your pocket or...is it "Hey BIG BOY"!

"It's sort of a gun" I told her "but it doesn't shoot hot lead"

"listen" she said "I have had a few tonight"

"what - men?" I toyed with her

"I wish...then I spotted you- " a flash of a smile- she continued-

"you know the old story- from across a crowded, smoke-filled room"....

"Can I buy you a drink" I ventured

"No- can I buy YOU one? - or- do you wanna cut to the chase and come on back to my place and play awhile"?

She was fifty if she was a day but she had aged nice- like a fine, sweet sherry. She was fullsome, somewhat dark from ripening in the summer sun and she made you want to lick the orifice of the metaphorical bottle to get that last drop of honey-scented flavour that oozed out the dark place in which it was stored for safe keeping.

She sensed what I was thinking: 'are you an oral communicator...I mean if I have a problem - do you think you might lick it for me?"

All I could think of was that cliche "and yeah- If said you had a nice body would you hold it against me" .

So, we caught a taxi. She gave the driver directions and we arrived at a pretty flash high rise on the strip at Broadbeach. She lived on the sixth floor. it had a view of the Pacific. The stars were shining and so we the city lights.

"Let's shower together" she said sultry and low. She grabbed my belt and, while walking backwards facing me, she unzipped my fly and pulled out my partially erect cock with experienced hands. "Oh my....I could do a WWF and put a liplock on that love muscle right now"...suddenly- I wasn't half hard anymore

She dropped her silky evening dress...she hadn't been wearing a bra or knickers. She had pancake nipples, broad hips and dark pubes that were trimmed but hid her slit.

I stepped back, hand under my chin seriously considering her like an artist did with his model.

"How would you like to feel young and free again"? I asked

"how pray tell sir"? She read Shakespeare in school but was she ready for THIS? "How about I lather you up and shave your pussy smooth as a baby's bum?" I already had my hands full of soap and began massaging her cunt lips. Her clit was huge.

"Have you ever heard of Vanessa Del Rio?" I asked but my partner's blank look told me she hadn't. Classier than I thought- she didn't NEED porn...

"Vanessa was a Porn star from Puerto Rico- she was built very much like you and she had a knob just like yours - BIG".

I got down on my knees and, peeling the fleshy hood slowly back I gently took her knob into my mouth and let my tongue roll over and under it- I felt almost bi-sexual. It WAS a clitoris I kept reminding myself.

She moaned a low, throaty "Ohhhh yessss"

I ran the razor she had in the shower for shaving her legs deftly around her fullsome knob. In the warm running water the hair fell away. More and more, bit by bit her feminine glory was revealed. her labia was swollen and red- her clitoris prominent and aching for more. I lathered my finger tips and ran them over her clit like the finest ice skates on the feet of an Olympic competitor who knew too much pressure could spell disaster and downfall.

Then, using more soap, I used the palm of my hand- lightly rubbing her swollen lips urging her onward, upward toward her lofty goal.

She shuddered.... "MORE" her voice responding to my cues. I got down on my knees in the pouring shower. I laughed as I began licking her pussy.

"what's so funny?" she asked- I told her "all I can think about is that song- 'singin' in the rain'...and she laughed too until the orgasm began to make her legs shudder like a dog who was glad to see you...

She sank to her knees but she looked up with a devilish grin- "MY turn" she said as she slid down the length of my body aided by the veil of soap suds. "WHAT A MOUTH" said I as the shower stopped running- her or me? I can't remember...

"My God- what a load you had!" she laughed. I looked down -she had finished the shower with sperm. It was on her nose. Droplets were on her forehead and dripping from her chin. As she drew back to view her handiwork I saw her breasts were frosted in a shimmering coating of cum. My cock had a few more droplets oozing out. She wrapped her lips fully around the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue do a full circular embrace of it.

She drew back, smiled and said "what's for dessert"?

What the hell...I was up for seconds...