So I was rushing round like a madman, making sure that everything was just so, quick wash n tidy up. I was excited and acting like a kid on a first date, not a grandfather of 3.
I heard a car crunching the gravel outside and when I opened the front door, she was getting out of an Audi. Her legs were bare, a dress coming to just above her knees, her boobs tightly restrained and her hair was professionally done, shining and glossy.
She ran over, flung her arms around me and my nostrils were assaulted by her sweet heady perfume.
“Wow, so glad to see you, my pussy has been permanently wet thinking about us. I want you again”
I didn’t have a quick reply, so we kissed and headed indoors. Closing it behind me, she pinned me to the door, her breast pressing into my chest, her hips grinding agains my painful hardon, the bump in her pelvic mound trying to get inside my boxers. My hands cupped her firm arse cheeks, pulling her tighter. The dress slid upwards a little, giving a glimpse of her toned thighs.
We pulled apart, her cheeks flushed with desire. She grabbed my hand, leading me into the room and pushed me onto the settee. Her legs straddled mine, and she lifted her dress to show her delights to me. No panties... fuck she was keen. She moved forward and pulled my head toward the intoxicating scent of her pussy. My hands automatically pulling her hips to me, allowing me to taste the nectar that was leaking from her. |
