"Of course!" Without even a second thought, Tracy pulled her shorts and underwear off and slipped out of her top. Harry felt his cock swell with blood and his heart rate increase.
As she picked her clothes up and set them on the chair in the corner, he could see all of her fine, naked body for the first time. Harry loved the fact that Tracy now disrobed whenever she was about to touch his body.
With ivory skin and a classic hour-glass shape, Tracy was the real deal. Absolute perfection. Huge breasts that hung down slightly, her waist was skinny and her hips wide and round. Her ass was full, but perky. Harry immediately recognized in her a body that could take a good fucking. Tracy had it all, and Harry wanted it...all.
Tracy decided it would just be best to get naked when using oil on Harry. She rationalized this by telling herself that it avoided the mess of getting it on her clean clothes. While she was getting herself ready to help Harry, she quickly put her fingers between her pussy lips and felt the wetness seep out. Her hips moved uncontrollably as she briefly touched herself. She was turned on. 'My goodness! What has gotten into me lately?' She thought.
She sat next to him on the bed and began to put the liniment on the sides of his chest, but soon discovered it was an awkward position. She looked at his body trying to think of a better way when Harry said:
"Just climb on up here, Angel." He patted the top of his stomach as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the bed.
"That way you can really apply pressure to my chest muscles and shoulders." He also wanted her pussy as close to his cock as possible.
Tracy looked at his fat belly and realized that his gigantic cock was taking up the center portion of it. The shape of his stomach would require she straddle him near his sternum, to avoid his penis, which would leave her no room to work his chest muscles. She stood at the side of his bed looking the man up and down trying to come up with a solution.
She decided she would sit on his lower stomach, right on top of his thick, throbbing cock as it lay on his stomach. She planted her left knee on the bed to his side and swung her right knee over his other side and eased her exposed, wet pussy down against the length of his shaft as it lay flat against his rotund torso. She looked down to see that about six inches were exposed and the swollen head jutted out away from her body.
Harry looked with eyes wide open at the sexy white woman straddling him. His plan to get her over to his house for more sex had once again, exceeded his expectations. He tilted his head down toward his chest to see her swollen pussy lips surrounding his shaft. She kept her blonde pubic hair closely trimmed so he had no problem seeing her lips and exposed clitoris. He could also see her wetness glistening against his jet black skin. It was just one of so many sexy sights he had grown used to in these past several days.
"There. Now I can rub your muscles. Tell me if I am too rough on you, okay?" Tracy began to squeeze his pectoral muscles and used her palms to work the ointment into his skin. She concentrated on his chest, but in only a matter of a few minutes she was sliding her sopping wet pussy along the length of his shaft for her own benefit.
She wasn't expecting her position and movement would feel as good as it did. Soon, she stopped massaging his chest altogether and placed her hands on each of his shoulders as she slid up and down the length of his phallus. Her breathing was hot and increasingly rapid. Her clit rubbed against his silky smooth skin with each stroke. It didn't appear that she was in complete control of her actions. Some sort of primal desire kicked in.
Harry placed his hands on her smooth hips and pressed her down against his cock smashing her pussy against his meat. He wanted to fuck her then and there, but she was too far down on his shaft to be penetrated. He thought it looked as though she was trying to have an orgasm simply by sliding against his dick.
Tracy stopped massaging Harry with her hands and was now massaging his cock with her pussy. Her firm hold of his shoulders allowed her to use his dick to stimulate her engorged clit. His hands were forcing her down, up, and across his black meat. Dragging her up and down his body. His black cock was slick, wet, and shiny looking from the fluids of her aching pussy.
After several minutes of this, she began to feel the beginning of a tremendous climax. She felt light-headed and as she began to cum, her eyes rolled back with white circles and black dots filling her vision. Her brain seemed to move within her skull. She groaned, screamed, yelled, and screeched as her body convulsed from a series of successive orgasms that were so intense that she collapsed in a lump of limp flesh upon the old man's chest. Her panting was only interrupted by her repeating "oh God, oh God, oh God..." It was quite simply the best orgasm of her life.
Harry was as hard as he had ever been. What he wanted to do was lift her up and impale her upon his cock and fuck her right and proper, but he settled for caressing her sweaty body and enjoying the feel of her nakedness upon him as she caught her breath.
"Tracy, my hips and legs are a little numb. I need you to work on me for a bit." Harry didn't think that after her series of orgasms she would have the energy to relieve him, but his dick was hard and he wanted to cum.
Tracy smiled and sat up. "I have a better idea that will help your circulation, Harry, that is, if you're up for it!" She was suddenly excited and slid off the bed.
"Okay, what's the idea?" Harry was intrigued. He was thinking about it being his turn to get off.
"Why don't you pack an overnight bag and come to my house so you can use our pool for your therapy? Jim is out of town for a couple of days so we would have the pool and the house to ourselves. You can stay in the guest bedroom downstairs. What do you say?"
Harry didn't care to be too far from his house. He had grown to dislike travel and he certainly didn't want to get caught, at his age, by a jealous husband.
"No, Tracy, thank you, but no. I'm better off here." Harry shook his head.
"Aw, come on Harry, please? The drive will do you good. Not to mention the exercise and relaxation you will get from the pool. I will put some clothes together for you." Tracy got up from the bed and was going through his dresser drawers looking for clothes.
"Well, if you insist, then I would be happy to stay at your house." Harry conceded.
Tracy smiled as she laid out some underwear and a couple of T-shirts. Harry helped her prepare an overnight bag.
After making Harry a sandwich, the two drove across town to Jim and Tracy's house. The couple laughed and enjoyed the ride together. When Tracy turned onto her street and pulled into the driveway, Harry remarked that he was impressed with the house and the neighborhood.
"This is nice!" he said.
"Thank you! Jim is blessed to have a successful career. I am very fortunate."
"Darlin,' a woman like you should be treated like a queen. Don't you ever forget that."
"Thanks, Harry! You are such a charmer!" Tracy teased.
They never spoke of the fact that Tracy was cheating on her husband, and that she had no intentions of going without Harry's big, black cock.
Tracy showed Harry around her large, comfortable home and ended in the downstairs guest room.. A set of graceful French doors opened to the pool and deck area, Harry would have no issue getting to the pool on his own if he chose to swim without her.
"I'll put your things in the chest of drawers. Are you feeling up for a swim?"
"I'm not a strong swimmer, Tracy. It's been a very long time." Harry was scratching his stomach looking out to the pool.
