I was invited to dinner with Jenny, a good looking chick about 40 who had just moved into town with her teenage daughter. We had met through mutual friends over coffee and got along quite nicely. A dinner date had led to some interesting preliminaries sadly curtailed by the usual monthly women’s problem. Tonight was a return invite with daughter in tow.
The evening was a qualified success, with Jenny looking particularly stunning in an embroidered white sleeveless blouse with the buttons left undone just enough to display her full smooth bust to great advantage, her bra pushing soft, ample bosoms up and against each other to form a deep cleavage crevass. Her red knee length skirt displayed her magnificent bare tanned calves and flashed her shapely thighs when it swirled. After dinner, daughter retired and we sat cuddling for a bit, stirring the passions for what might have been the other night. She was just getting interested, with my hand inside her bra stroking her soft breast and teasing her nipple to hardness, when a question called out from the hidden bedroom. My hand was roughly brushed away as she replied loudly. The romantic mood had been successfully killed instantaneously. Frustrated, we walked to the door to say our fond farewells.
“Oh, bother, I forgot to put the car away,” she said, picking up the keys from the table next to the door and flicked the outside light switch, but nothing happened.
“Bother, the light’s gone again,” she said, and opened the door.
She took my hand as we walked out across the small patio and onto the darkened driveway to the car parked in the shadows against the tall overhanging bushes which offered some privacy from the quiet street about ten metres to the rear of the car. The wide driveway verge was occupied by several mature flowering bushes and overhanging shrubs which had been trimmed near the house to facilitate car access, but still provided some visual barrier to the suburban street.
I followed Jenny around to the driver’s door and spun her around, sweeping her into my arms in an embrace charged with the frustrated passion of the evening. She eagerly responded, her soft full mouth matching my pressure while her tongue eagerly pushed against mine, seeking to pass it and fill my mouth. We continued like this for what seemed a lifetime, her full bosoms pushed firmly into my chest as she rolled herself against me, her knee working its way between my legs as her body arched into me and her crotch slowly rubbed against my thigh. This lady was hot and keen.
We came up for air, catching our breath for a moment before returning to our lustful pursuits, each longing for a double bed and wanting more than the present location appeared to offer.
I gently pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let my hand stroke her bare back. Slowly, in a circular stroking motion, my hand worked its way up to her shoulder blades and across her bra strap. She arched her back and clung around my neck, her hot lips passionately glued to my mouth while firm nipples pressed into my chest. I slipped my fingers under the bra strap, undoing the two clasps and letting her boobs swing free. She gave a quiet sigh and gently took my head in both hands, steadying it as her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, diving almost full depth down my throat before sweeping under my inner lips like a curious snake. Quickly my hand swept under her blouse pulling it out of her skirt as I moved to caress her magnificent mammaries, feeling their soft pliant form and squeezing her nipples to rock hardness.
She moaned down in her throat as she deep tongued me, sending my mind into turmoil, as my other hand fumbled blindly with her blouse buttons, working down from her cleavage, one button at a time until all were released. Looking across her shoulder and out of the shadows I saw the flickering reflection of the television on the open doorway, the fly wire screen door being the only barrier to the house interior. All the time her mons was rubbing sensuously against my thigh, as if saying “Fuck me, fuck me.” I moved around to one side to better squeeze her beautiful boobs, and glanced across the car roof down the driveway to the darkened street with its weak glimmer of a distant street light. My balls were nearly bursting with desire and my cock was hardening fast when I made a snap decision - I had to have this woman NOW!!!
I pulled slowly away from her luscious hot mouth and let my lips slide down to her throat and neck, licking, nibbling and gently nipping her neck from under her chin and slowly up to her ear. One hand moved up and gently touched my cheek as my lip-covered teeth nipped down her neck, centimetre at a time, to the crook of her shoulder. She sighed again and relaxed while I kept going down, licking across her chest and down between her cleavage, then with a very wet tongue, under her voluptuous breast and lapping up to clamp my mouth over her hard nipple. She gave a little cry of delight and arched her back, pushing her boob onto my mouth and nearly smothering me with her desire. I sucked hard, letting my tongue roll her nipple around, pushing it back into her and grazing the end with my teeth. This last trick really turned her on and she pulled my head down hard to increase her carnal pleasure. She rolled her upper body in delight and I stripped away her blouse and bra before turning my attention to her other nipple. Well, you can’t have unbalanced sexual tension, can you. I mean, both nipples deserve to be pleasured equally, and her other nipple sprang to hardness under my attentive tongue. She moaned quietly and pushed my hand towards her wanting crotch.
My eager fingers rubbed through her skirt pressing against her mons, seeking her clit without success. So my hand slipped down further, under her skirt and up her smooth thigh to her satin panties taut against her wanting sex. She sighed and arched her spine away with delight, leaning back over the bonnet of the car, spreading her legs wide to give me unfettered access to her wet, waiting pleasure pit hidden by those satin panties. My fingers brushed lightly over her protruding love lips, a feather touch to tease her into wanting more, which she did. Somehow it seemed so natural to slide my hand inside the waistband and down to feel the juicy wetness between her legs, to play gently with her bulging clit and hear her gasp in delight as her body convulsed forward in a stifled spasm of erotic pleasure. I kept my fingers on her clit, gently massaging it around as she caught her breath and clung statute like to me, a pleasure wave engulfing her in another spasm of rapture.
It was only a flex of the wrist and a quick move around to the front to slip her panties down around her ankles and expose her lovely furry fanny to the cool night air. The wetness could only just be seen in the shadowy light as I squatted down in front of her, on one knee, my face pushed hard against her mons and my tongue licking for all its worth. She arched her hips outwards and pushed my head onto her, wanting my willing tongue to caress her hot hole. This was a delicious delight, repeatedly plunging my tongue into her and feeling the sticky juices flowing freely around it. A slow, repeated lick up to her clit brought a gasping response while gently nibbling her clit caused a squeal of ecstasy. I maintained this pleasurable position, working my tongue around her hard pleasure button, nipping occasionally, until she bucked her hips, and with a string of panting gasps, pushed me away despite my urgent desire to remain.
“Too much, too much, all at once,” she gasped, her eyes flashing with lust and confusion simultaneously. Her skirt fell down covering her luscious quim.
