I scrambled down the stairs to enter the subway system. It was raining hard and I was half soaked. There were numerous others in the same predicament. The sudden fall shower had caught most unprepared. The weather forecast was for a chilly, but clear, and sunny day.
I took off my trench coat and shook it accidentally sending rain drops on a handsome mature lady. She shrieked catching my attention. Realizing what I had done, I began to apologize profusely. She stopped shrieking and began laughing.
I was quite taken by the lady who appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was immaculately dressed and groomed. She reminded me very much of my ex-mother-in-law. My name is Gerald Welker, a 28-year-old recent divorcee.
I introduced myself, as I continued to apologize. She responded, "I understand it was an accident, and no harm done, young man. By the way, my name is Monica."
I had lusted after my ex-mother-in-law, but never scored her pussy. I swear Monica was having the same affect on me. My cock was rock hard.
My ex-wife Diedre had a mother that would make the Pope's tongue hard. She was drop dead gorgeous and sexy. I wanted to fuck her desperately and often pretended I was fucking her while pounding Diedre.
Regaining my composure, I said, "The least I can do is buy you some coffee or tea to make up for getting you wet on this chilly day"
Much to my surprise, Monica accepted my offer and suggested the restaurant near the Port Authority on 8th Avenue. Since we were only one stop from 40th Street and 8th Avenue, we took the train. When we exited the subway, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining. Go figure.
I escorted Monica into the restaurant and ordered two coffees with a large piece of cherry cheesecake. We shared the cheesecake.
Talking to Monica was very easy. I told her I was a recently divorced, and she explained she was a widow. I responded, by saying, "You look much too young to be a widow"
"You flatter me young man," she said.
I was almost squirming in my seat, my cock was so hard. Damn, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature. Somehow, I sensed she was aware of my predicament. She had a wry smile on her face, as my hard cock began to hurt.
You can imagine how shocked I was when she asked, "You want to fuck me, don't you?" My sense was proven true.
For me, it was as Yogi Berra had once said, its Déjà vu all over again.
I had lusted after my ex-mother- in-law and now I was lusting after Monica. I was busted and Monica and I both knew it.
I finally stammered out. "You are so damn hot and sexy I can't help myself."
"Then this is your lucky day, I'm very horny myself, and have not been fucked by such a handsome young man in a long time." she responded.
Monica explained she had an apartment nearby and suggested we head that way. While she was talking, I prematurely orgasmed in my jockey shorts. I tried hard not to show it, but the smile on Monica's face made me wonder. Nothing had happened to me like this since I was a teenager.
It was a short three block walk to Monica's apartment building. We were alone in the elevator when Monica's hand covered my still hard cock through my trousers and said, "Good you're still hard." That is when I knew she knew.
Once inside her apartment, we were quickly in a lip lock with our tongues probing, while tearing at each-others clothing. This broad was as hot to fuck as I was. Breaking the kiss, I said, "Lets slow down and get undressed."
She was like a bitch in heat and I was one horned up dude.
Calmly we each removed our clothes. Standing in front of this vision of loveliness, my hard cock was pointing straight out. I was mesmerized by this gorgeous creature with big firm tits with absolutely no sag. She had a tiny waist with nicely flared hips. This woman was built for fucking. I was shocked when she sank to her knees and engulfed my cock. If I had not cum in my pants earlier, I surely would have cum in her wet hot mouth. She was sucking me better than anyone had ever sucked me. I was moaning and suggested we get on a bed and assume a sixty-nine position.
