"More customer satisfaction?" he asked, handing her the key to the back room.
Sioux laughed again. "Fuck you too, Jimmy. C'mon, Bob."
Bob knew that key. He knew the plain little door in the back corner. He remembered the oddly shaped room where Sioux had tried out various dildoes on his poor asshole.
This time wasn't going to be like that.
Inside the room boxes and crates had been stacked, emptied, and replaced many times since Bob was last there. The furniture was pretty much the same.
Sioux went and perched on the couch. "Come over here where I can see you," she said. Slowly he walked over. "Closer," she pointed at the floor right in front of her.
"I ... I didn't ask for this," he said as she undid his belt.
"You haven't actually asked for anything yet. Here, hold your shirttails up and apart, yeah, like that." This was to keep his hands busy and out of her way. Worked.
All the stuff in his pockets caused his pants to fall to the floor with a thunk. He was a lot cleaner than she'd expected. Very pale and thin, medium hairy. His pubic hair was still mostly brown.
Then there was his penis. It wasn't fully hard yet, but was already big. She hefted it in her right hand and cupped his balls with her left. A finger found the smooth patch behind his balls and stroked it. His dick swelled warmly in her hand.
Stroking and squeezing, she studied the dick, with an occasional nuzzle, lick, or kiss. Bob smelled of linseed oil. His dick was long and quite thick, cut, with a very large ridge around the glans. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his slit, and she sipped it off. "Yum."
Finally she took the whole throbbing head of his dick into her small, wet mouth, sucking hard and working his ridge with her tongue.
Bob's knees buckled. (He was rather old.)
Sioux grabbed his hips and swung him around onto the couch. While he untangled his legs, she made sure his penis stayed hard. Happily, it did.
She gathered up her long print skirts and showed her wild dark bush. Her vulva was already wet and swollen.
"Hold my shirts up if you want to watch." He wanted to watch.
When swung her leg over his hips, he seized the skirts. With one hand she spread her vulva open, and with the other she slotted his dickhead home.
Bob was somewhat shocked. Even sixty years ago, when he was a teen, he'd never started a fuck so quickly. But she was very wet, very juiced, and sank down onto his shaft all the way in one move. It was splendid.
"Good thing your cock isn't longer than my thighs," she said, grinding her pelvis into the root of his penis. She adjusted her knees and began to pump, slow and steady, up and down. "Ahh, that's nice," she said. Bob would have agreed if he could've talked.
Sioux had her hands on his bony shoulders, and was intently watching his face. Bob was amazed that she could take him so deep so easily. His wife couldn't, and they had fucked a lot. And Sioux was a much smaller woman.
He moved his hands up under her skirts and felt up her pumping thighs and then her ass. It had been a long time since he'd felt a thirty year old ass. It was firm and smooth.
"You're ... so good ... at this," he panted.
"I know ... my own ... cunt."
After a few more long, slow strokes, she shifted angles and plowed that thick ridge into her g-spot. Soon she spasmed, squeezing his penis.
