He couldn't get to sleep that night. Although the window was open and the light summer breeze drifted over him he could still find no peace. So much had happened in the past few days, his life had completely changed. As he lay there, naked underneath the flimsy cotton sheet, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander to the woman who, after 32 long years had finally claimed his virginity.
Every morning he used to pass her in the hallway and every evening he would lie in bed, stroking his cock thinking about her body. She was in great shape for her age. He estimated that she must be in her late 40's or early 50's. She had a full round ass and the most majestic tits he had ever seen. He imagined that when she was naked she looked like a Goddess. Often at night would lie awake wondering if her pussy was smooth and soft or if it was slightly hairy and worn in the way a well fucked woman's pussy should be, he liked the thought of burrowing his tongue into her wispy folds as she came hard on his face, her bountiful tits bouncing as she crushed her crotch into his mouth. What would it feel like for his cock to be nestled inside of her pussy? He imagined that it would be hot and slippery and tight. That's all he had, his thoughts. Still a virgin at 32, he had always been a bit awkward around girls in high school never so much as even touching a girl's breast. He had never had the confidence to talk to girls and settled for looking at them from a far. Although he was a good looking boy and had turned into a handsome man, he found girls of his own age to be...immature... and he had had enough of them throwing themselves at him, offering casual one night stands and meaningless sex. He was aware that he had a 'hungrier' appetite. His most intense orgasms had come through fantasising about being taken in hand by this older woman, being controlled and owned.
At the beginning of summer he found it so unbearably warm that he had to sleep with the window open. Along with the noise of the street outside, the sirens and the never ending stream of drunks, he heard her upstairs, having sex. It was a frequent occurrence.
If she wasn't 'entertaining' then she was masturbating. He would feel his cock begin to tingle when he heard her bed creak and he wished that he could be one of the guys that fucked her. The sobbing moans she emitted sending him to the brink of orgasm time and time again. He wanted to be the one to make her moan so loudly and call his name out over and over. When he finally allowed himself to cum, he always felt more contented than after masturbating as he usually did. He soon found that he held off coming until she had company, just so he could listen, even if that meant not emptying his balls for a day or two.
His chance to talk to her came when they passed on the stairs one Sunday morning. She had been doing her laundry and was struggling upstairs with the basket. He noticed that she had dropped a few items and bent to pick them up for her. He saw there was a pair of pale pink lace panties amongst the items that she had dropped and slipped them into his pocket before he handed her the rest. With a shy glance downwards he muttered his apologies and made his way to his apartment.
Once inside he pulled the panties from his pocket and brought them to his nose. Even though they were clean, he imagined her wearing them...imagined them hugging her arse and wondered what the crotch would taste like after she had cum in them. His cock twitched and he sat on the sofa. Hurriedly pulling down his trousers and pants his cock sprung up and he wrapped the panties around the length of his shaft. His precum seemed to jet from the tip as he jerked his cock into the soft material. Just the thought of her pussy being where his cock was, was enough to send him over the edge and with one long stroke he spurted hard into the panties. He was a little ashamed of what he had just done and just how quickly it had happened. He felt so perverted but the pulsing of his cock washed away the shame and guilt and he started to clean up the spunk that had dripped onto his leg.
His heart was still pounding when there was a loud knock on the door. 'Fuck'..he thought...ignoring it.
'Raul... RAUL!! I know you are home and I know what you took!'
Oh god, it was her...she knew his name? How? She knew he had taken her panties?? Flustered he thrust the cum soaked panties under a cushion and pulled on a pair of sweat pants.
He opened the door....
'Give me them back'... she didn't wait for him to speak, she just stalked into the room.
Walking over to him she eyed him up and down her tongue between her teeth and her brow furrowed. 'Where are my panties Raul?' she said slowly.
'I...I. Don't know what you mean....' Raul stammered
'Don't lie to me...she said as she stalked around the flat....'I can smell what you have been doing'
She sat down in the middle of his sofa crossing her stocking clad legs. Raul looked nervously at the cushion to her left. The cushion behind which he had hidden her panties.
'Well...aren't you going to speak?' she glowered her eyes appraising his body and the slight bulge that was now beginning to form.
'I have seen how you look at me Raul...and I know that you must hear me in my bedroom...your bedroom is right below mine'
Raul's cheeks flushed and his cock ached.
'Oh there's no need to be ashamed Raul....' every time she said his name he felt his cock stir.
