All of the characters are over 18 years old.
Saturday night had finally arrived, and I had spent the day watching porn and had myself worked up to wanting sex with someone--anyone.
I opened my social media page and noticed that one of my friends said she had no plans and was home for the night. In her post, Anne said that her daughter was away on a sleepover with friends, and she would be alone all evening. Recognizing my opportunity, I quickly ran to the phone.
"Hello," Anne said when she answered.
"Hey, Anne, this is Bill."
Her smile showed through her voice as she said, "Bill, how are you doing?"
"I saw your post online that said you were alone for the evening, and I was wondering if you were up for some company and maybe a little play."
"I would love to have you come over," Anne replied. My cock twinged inside my pants as I began anticipating the wonderful fuck I would soon experience.
I will never forget the very first time I saw Anne. I was teaching music in a small private school, and she had gifted music lessons to a friend. She dropped off her friend for her weekly lesson every Saturday and then would leave to go to her aerobics class. Anne was a tall, slender brunette with thick, wavy hair and was always wearing a body-hugging set of tights and leotards, which beautifully displayed Anne's body. I was thrilled to have her as a fuckbuddy.
Anne only lived about 20 minutes away, and I was soon diving down the curved road in her neighborhood, and I navigated my way to her nice, two-story suburban home. Her house sat in the middle of the block amidst a row of similar houses, all with neatly trimmed and well-maintained lawns. I pulled into her driveway and headed for the front door.
I pushed the doorbell button, and within seconds, the door opened to reveal Anne modeling a long, flowing purple robe. I was guessing that the robe was the only item of clothing she was wearing. "Come on in," Anne said in her rich, mid-western accent.
Upon entering, I immediately reached out and wrapped my arms around her, and began squeezing her ass through her robe. I pressed my lips to hers and slid my tongue deep inside her mouth. I could hear the front door closing behind me while Anne and I stood in her vestibule, making out like long, lost lovers.
Raising for air, Anne said, "Come on into the kitchen and let me pour you a cup of coffee."
I followed her through her immaculately clean house and into her kitchen, where I sat at the table. Anne was at the counter pouring the coffee, and then she turned and headed for the table where she sat the cups down. I got the impression that Anne had originally wanted to sit and chat for a few minutes, but it looked like she had a last-second change of mind.
Anne stood in front of me, slowly opening her robe, and revealing her perfectly toned body. Her tits were perfectly sized for her build; she had a flat stomach, wide hips, and a beautiful bald pussy, which I could tell was already beginning to moisten. She bent over to give me another kiss with her tits hanging right in front of me. I reached out and began squeezing her luscious titties, squeezing her nipples between my fingertips, rolling them into two perfectly shaped bullets of lust. She pulled her lips from mine, and her tongue made a trail to my right ear, where I felt and heard her tongue beginning to play. I could feel Anne's warm breath on my ear and my cock hardened in my pants. I reached further until my fingers found her sweet, baby-smooth pussy. Anne spread her legs while she was standing, and my fingers began diving into her slippery cunt while she drove me crazy with her tongue in my ear.
"I have arranged a little surprise for you, Bill," she whispered into my ear. Anne got my attention with that claim.
Anne reached down and grabbed me by both arms, motioning for me to stand. Then, grabbing my hand, she led me into her bedroom, where I saw her beautiful four-post bed. Anne and I had fucked many times, but this was the first time I ever visited her bedroom. It was a tribute to femininity. A thick, lush bed cover draped the bed, and the four-foot-high posts were solid oak; each had been expertly turned and topped with a flame-shaped bulb. The craftsmanship was truly admirable.