I stood at the register in Wal-Mart. The cashier handed me 'the register closed sign' to put on the end of the belt. She was an older woman, probably about fifty. That was fine since I was fifty-four. Her hair was full and red, that I liked.
"Done for the day." I said.
"I get off in fifteen minutes. I really need to find someone to get in trouble with." She said smiling at me.
I had heard that line before. I pulled out a pen and paper and wrote my address down. I handed it to her.
"What's this?" She asks looking at it.
"My address, I could use some trouble too. I live alone and it gets boring sitting home alone all-day." I said.
"Interesting it takes balls to invite a strange woman to your home." She said.
"No guts, no glory." I stated.
"Ok, I'll see you in about twenty minutes, be ready for some hardcore fun." She said.
"Woman, My wife died over a year ago. It has been a long year." I smiled at her. I loaded my groceries into the cart and wheeled them out to the car. I loaded them and drove home. I had just finished putting them away when the doorbell rang. I opened the door, she stood there waiting. I invited her in.
"I brought the booze." She said.
I got two glasses from the cupboard; she opened the bottle of Jack and poured us a drink. I closed all the blinds and locked the front door. Three drinks later, she was removing clothing. She stood the in her bra and panties. She looked damn good for a woman of fifty. Large tits, slim waist and full hips, her ass looked firm.
"You need to lose the cloths. You are not going to shock me. Shit, man we are old. I know I look good for my age. But you seem to be in good shape also." She said.
"I walk a lot, breaks the boredom." I said removing my shirt and pants. I stood there in my boxers. She knelt in front of me and pulled them down.
"Wow, that thing is not small, it's not massive but shit." She said then wrapped her lips around my cock. I moaned, "Shit, it's been awhile since anyone has touched me." I said. I ran my fingers into her hair. I held her as I slowly pumped my cock into her mouth. She pushed her lips down my shaft taking the whole thing into her mouth. She pulled from my cock and lifted it up. She took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She popped it out and did the other one. I moaned again.
She said, "So you know, I was a street walker for several years. Don't worry I am clean. I passed my HIV test. So I know how to fuck a man."
"Fine, woman, back to it then that feels damn good." I said.
"Jackie, my name is Jackie Sanders." She said.
"Nice to meet you Jackie, I'm Robert Mead. I'm a fucking machine, my wife used to call me the marathon fuck." I said.
She ran her tongue over the head of my cock, my knees about buckled.
"Let's move to the couch, I can't stand here and enjoy this. I just might fall from the sensations." I said.
She released me and stood. I kissed her and pulled her to the couch. I sat on one end and she lay across the couch. Her head in my lap, she pulled my cock back to her mouth and sucked on it. I got my right hand on those large tits. I pull them out of her bra and pinched her nipples. She shrieked I pulled on her tits grabbing a handful. She moaned on my cock. I leaned to the right and slid my hand into her panties, she was wet. I found her clit and flicked it a while. Her legs parted and I pushed two fingers into her pussy. I drove my fingers in and out while she sucked my dick. She started humping her ass to meet my fingers. This kept up for a while finally she pulled from my cock.
"Gawd, fuck me now." She cried.
I stood and moved to the other end of the couch. She squirmed up a little and removed her bra and panties. I crawled between her legs and fingered her some more. I then guided my cock to her cunt; she had her legs spread wide. My dick found her wet hole and slid in. She was tight, wet and hot. I pushed deep into her. She screamed, "Holy fucking shit, fill my cunt with that meat."
