John woke up and immediately had the "Where the hell am I?" reaction before recalling whose bed he was in and why he was there. He felt his cock twitch at the memory of his enjoyable encounter with Susan.
As if on cue, she walked into the bedroom carrying a cup of coffee. She was wearing a silk robe that ended at mid-thigh and clung to her breasts. Her hair was tousled and wild, indicating a woman who had experienced an evening of sexual activity.
"Good morning," she smiled. "Coffee? You seem like the type of man who takes his black?"
He didn't answer, just scooted against the headboard to sit up and accept the cup. He took a sip and sighed.
Susan sat on the edge of the bed, her robe parting to reveal most of her sleek thigh. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like the dead. You wore this old man out... Was I snoring?"
She grinned. "Like a freight train."
"Sorry."
"No, don't be. I enjoyed it. I enjoy having a man share my bed." She patted his upper thigh and his semi-erect cock lurched against the thin sheet.
Her eyes moved from his crotch to his. He looked at her over the rim of the cup as he took another slurp of coffee.
"Well, I'm taking a shower..." Those words hung in the air as she moved to the bathroom, shrugging off her robe which slithered to the floor. He watched her naked form disappear and then heard the hiss as she turned on the shower. She didn't close the door.
John took another sip of coffee while musing to himself that throughout his life he had never been adept at picking up subtle hints. He remembered a time in his 20s when one of his best friends showed up at a bar with the girl he had been dating. After about 15 minutes, his friend had picked up his date's left hand and waved it in front of John's face to get him to notice the engagement ring.
He put the cup on the side table, threw off the sheet and walked toward the bedroom. His cock was hard and bobbed with each step.
John lightly tapped on the shower door. Susan slid it open. "Get in quick before we flood the place."
The walk-in shower wasn't built for double occupancy. Their bodies were immediately together. Susan's hair was wet and slicked back, there were soap suds on her breasts. A soapy hand gripped John's erection and began to stroke it.
"Well, someone is wide awake."
His hand went behind her neck, pulling her to his mouth and they kissed deeply. His other hand found a breast, slipping and sliding over the slick skin, flicking the rock-hard nipple. She moaned into his mouth.
Her free hand pumped some liquid soap into her palm, and she began to move it up and down John's back, rubbing the soap in from his shoulders to his ass. Her index finger slipped into his ass crack and lightly pushed against his ass hole. His hips lurched, and his cock surged in her hand. Susan broke the kiss.
"Sorry. Was that too much? Some men like that."
John paused. "Um, no, it's OK. It felt... good. Just not too much, alright?"
Her finger resumed its light probing as her other hand stroked his soapy cock and ball sack. John felt his knees getting weak.
"Last night was wonderful, John," Susan whispered in his ear as her hands continued to play and tease. "You have a really nice cock and I'd like more of it."
Her hand squeezed his rod hard, then slipped up to the cock knob. Her thumb nail teased the underside and then moved to lightly prod the hole.
"Gaawwwd," he groaned, his hand tightly squeezing her breast. His mouth covered her ear, his tongue lapping it. John could feel her shiver.
Susan reached for the faucet and shut off the shower. She slid open the door and grabbed his hand. Ignoring they were wet and dripping, she led him into the bedroom and then dropped to her hands and knees on the carpet. Her head was down, her legs spread, and her pussy was open and ready.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she hissed.
John dropped to his knees. He grasped his cock at its base and rubbed the head along her slit.
"None of that. Stick that dick where it belongs. Give it to me...now."
John's cock head slipped into the entrance of her wet pussy. His hands grabbed her hips and with a single thrust, his rod entered her, his wet hips slapping against her wet ass.
"Grrrrraahhhhhh", Susan moaned as she ground her ass back against his crotch. "Yeeaaaaaaaaaaa. Oh fuck! Oooooooh! THAT'S IT, LOVER. Pound me."
John's lust over this impromptu coupling rolled back his calendar. He felt much younger, energetic, and virile. A lovely woman nearly two decades younger wanted him. He grasped her hips for leverage and his lower body began to pump back and forth, increasing its tempo as his cock slammed home with each thrust.
"That's it. FUCCCCCCK me hard."
John reached for Susan's still wet mane of hair. He gathered a handful and pulled like it was the reins on a horse, causing her head to raise and her back to arch. "Awwwww, you bad man," she hissed. "Yessssss. Treat me rough."
Taking that cue, John's other hand began to smack her ass cheeks, making them bounce and jiggle even more as his thrusts increased with mounting force.
"Aaww, awww, awwww. Yyyy-eeeessss! FUCCCCKKKK. Your cock ... so GOOOODDD."