I was a little gun shy after my divorce, so I really didn't go out of my way to form long lasting relationships. Here I was 45, balding with a long ponytail left over from the 60's, and a lot more gray in my beard that I cared to look at. I've been told that I look a lot younger than I look, which has helped me in those short-term relationships.
Not withstanding, I perked up when a new employee joined our ranks late one fall. She was an "older" woman. A little bit shorter than I, with thick red hair showing some gray at the temples. We all wore shapeless uniforms, however, that didn't hide her luscious looking butt -- not large, but tight. She had a nice flat tummy and ample breasts that poked out the shirts we wore.
After a couple of weeks of small talk and quick cafeteria lunches together, where we filled in the gaps, she asked me one day if I wanted to come over for dinner to a nice "home cooked" meal. Of course I said yes, as I was tired of my own cooking. This would certainly give me the opportunity to see what she really looked like in normal clothes and who knows, maybe without.
Our work schedules were such that she got out of work a couple of hours earlier than I did, so she gave me directions to her townhouse, told me where to park and said ring the bell so she could buzz me in. After she left work, my mind played all sorts of tricks on me and most of them were highly erotic. Little did I know?
I left work and made my way to her place, not even bothering to change out of my work clothes. I guess I was hungry -- in more ways than one. I rang the bell and she let me in to the complex hallway. As I opened the door to the 2nd floor, my senses were overwhelmed with the smell of sandalwood incense wafting down the hall from an open door. I heard her voice say, "Down this end".
As I got to the door she greeted me with a full on the mouth kiss, her tongue teasing mine. I caught my breath and took her in. I was mildly shocked. She was wearing an outfit straight out of the Arabian Nights. She was wearing a typical Dance of the 7-veils costume, made out of a light blue silk -- see through. Her tummy was bare with her breasts held in place by a golden cord. I could see her breasts poking through the material and huge nipples just waiting for some attention. She even had a jewel in her navel! Her pantaloons were also most reveling and I could see what I thought was a small dark patch of hair around her pussy. She also had several toe rings on with tiny bells that sounded with every step.
I moved to take advantage of the situation, but she held me off. She turned to go to the kitchen and said, over her shoulder,
"You just got out of work. Help yourself to the shower. There's a robe in there for you to wear. Come out when you're nice and clean. Dinner will be ready soon."
Believe me I needed no more encouragement.
I took a long hot shower, and true to her word, hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a dark green silk robe. Since I had no clean clothes with me, I decided to go without except for the robe.
I stepped into the living room and found that it had been transformed into a harem. The only lighting was from dozens of candles placed throughout the room. The floor was covered with pillows and a small round table was now the centerpiece. As my eyes adjusted to the low light of the candles, a voice from the kitchen said,
"What do you think? I did it especially for you. I thought that you might be in the mood for something a little different".
Walking to the kitchen when I found my hostess bending over the open oven. To my great surprise, I discovered that the pantaloons she was wearing not only where see through, but also crotch less. Her ass was pointed up in the air and I could see her pussy poking out from behind. Never one not to take advantage, and the fact that my cock was bulging from beneath my robe, I reached down behind her and cupped her cunt. She was smoothly shaved, except for that little patch I had seen when I arrived.
She was dripping wet. A gasp and a stifled moan escaped he lips. She said,"Wait", then closed the oven door. Still bent over she grasped edge of the sink moving her ass up a bit. My fingers easily slipped into her. More moans, and a whimper came from deep down her throat.
As I finger fucked her from behind, opening her up with two fingers, sliding them in and out to her gasps and moans. I was now rock hard. I opened my robe and my cock knew right where to go. I removed my fingers and she said, "No... don't" But when I put the tip of my cock at the entrance of her now dripping pussy, she just moaned even louder. I thrust it and hit bottom right away. Oh, man was she tight. The fingering has loosed her up, but I could tell that it had been some time since she had a dick in her. As I pumped slowly in and out she kept throwing her head back and moaning, words like "Don't stop" and "That's it". Finally after a couple of minutes I picked up the pace and grabbed her ass for leverage. I could feel her getting close and I reached a round and found her clit and flicked it with my fingers. That's all that it took as she clamped her pussy around my cock and howled in orgasm. I followed almost immediately spurting 3 or 4 times deep in her pussy.
We caught our breaths. As I withdrew my now soft dick, she turned around and gave me a long kiss, her breasts on my bare chest, my arms holding her tightly. We stood holding each other for a few moments
"Whew... God that felt good. It's been at least six months since I had a good stiff cock in me. I'll try not to let that happen again. Let me clean up. Dinner will be ready soon. I hope it's as good as the appetizer."
As she left to go to the bathroom, she called over her shoulder, " Don't go anywhere. Wait till you see what I have for desert."
"I can hardly wait."
My head was still spinning a bit, so I made myself at home among the pillows. The candlelight, the smell of dinner cooking and all the incense must have gotten to me, because the next thing I remember was my lovely hostess caressing my shoulder and whispering in my ear. "Dinner is ready, come and get me."
As I opened my eyes, I could see that the pantaloons were long gone, replaced by silk shorts made of the same see through material, The were cut high to the waist and were tight around her crack, covering only the lips of her pussy. She must have taken a shower, because she smelled like lilacs. She was standing over me, and I reached up to feel her pussy through the shorts. Oh my, I thought. She shaved what little hair had been there. Now I'll never know if she's a real red head.
But the way the evening was going, I figured that I'd have a long time to find out. As I ran my hand over her silky smooth pussy, she pulled away slowly, saying, "Keep that up, and we'll never get to desert". Off to the kitchen she went the bells on her toes ringing.
