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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Harry watched Jenny leave him, admiring her petite body that belied her age. Her buttocks were so neat, her waist so slim and she was just so delicious. He couldn’t believe that he had just been invited by this gorgeous older woman to - he wasn’t quite sure what. But he wanted to see her again and feel her lips on his again and feel her thigh again and, and…. His desire for her surged as he saw the nonchalant and confident way she spoke to her husband, having been so brazen by kissing Harry in front of him.
A day later, Harry felt her card in his pocket. He read it again and again, and then phoned the mobile number; no response, just the mailbox. He left a message, a brief, youthful ‘I enjoyed meeting you; get in touch, please. My number is…’. He waited an hour, thinking of her. Another hour passed. His phone vibrated yet another hour later and it was her number that he had already entered into his machine under ‘Jenny, Gorgeous’ that showed on his iPhone. They passed social niceties, then she asked if he was free that evening; he was! She gave him her address and said come for a BBQ, bring your swimming trunks.
He drove his faithful old Golf to the address and whistled when he saw through the security gates. He was casually dressed, chinos, not jeans. He had bathed and shaved; his Eau Savage suited his mindset, he thought. She greeted him at the door in her elegant, flowing, blue swimsuit cover-up. He stooped and kissed her, then in a wild moment, wrapped his arms about her and picked her up off her feet. Unexpected, fun, intimate and teasing. She quietened him down and took him through to the pool. Matthew would join them in a bit - he was in his office finishing off some work.
‘Swim, then supper?’ she asked, but was telling really. He had seen that the house was plush, adorned with beautiful pictures and soft lights. His flat could fit in one room of theirs, almost. Then through the French windows and they were in this extensive, beautifully tended garden, and then by the azure pool. ‘Join me?’ she beckoned, slipping out of her silky cover-up. He figure was divine. She dived in gracefully and with a moment’s hesitation, he then stripped to his trunks that he wore under his chinos. Now, he sometimes wore speedos and sometimes wore more modest in boxers. Tonight it was speedos and he strutted to the pool and dived smoothly as she watched him.
He swam to her in an easy strong crawl. As they stood together, she teased ‘let’s skinny dip’. And with a few arm strokes he noticed first her bra then the knickers of her bikini, floating between them. He smiled very approvingly and then cried out as he felt her hands on his speedos. She didn’t just pull them down, but she felt him, all his bulge before pulling them down. She swam quickly away from him only to be caught by him and grasped by his strong arms and hands. He felt her, running his hands over her back and buttocks. He pulled her onto his knee and kissed her again, this time passionately. Her hands wrapped round his neck and shoulders as his caressed the wonderful big orbs of her breasts. The friction of their embrace and the sexual anticipation got to them both; but to Harry more obviously as his cock was growing. She dropped her hands as they embraced and she felt him. She gasped and hugged him tight, whispering in his ear ‘I am yours tonight’.
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