Ill Drop My Panties For U Ch 02

I’LL DROP MY PANTIES FOR U, CHAPTER TWO

Margaret Cabot

I’m finishing preparations for breakfast at my lake house. As a forty-five year old, I spent a lot of time bathing, shaving my arms, legs, and pussy. I use skin softening lotion on my entire

body, especially my perky breasts. This morning I wash my hair leaving it hang long, and

make up my face with eye shadow, face powder, and a bright red lipstick. After a lot of thought, I decide to wear a short blue night gown without under garments. I want to be ready when he is

The buzzer for the front gate rings at 6:55. I buzz the door open, and pour two glasses of

orange juice and two cups of coffee. I hear his car pull into the paved parking lot. My stomach

is in turmoil with excitement. I open the door as soon as he rings the bell. He’s a sight to

behold with a pair of khaki shorts and a contrasting green polo shirt. I shyly say “Hi,” that isn’t like me.

“Wow! Did you wear that nightie just for me?” He asks sitting his briefcase and satchel on the

floor.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else this time of morning.”

He comes to me as I open my arms. He takes me in his, and kisses me lightly on the lips.

I collapse on to his chest.

The kiss deepens and his hands are all over my back.

“No undergarments, did you do that for me?”

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else.”

He smiles a smile that would make any woman take off her clothes for him. I open my gown.”

“I wondered what you’d look like naked, and you’re exactly what I expected. Did you really think we were going to have breakfast first?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I hope I look more appetizing than my cooking smells.”

“You do,” he says sweeping me into his arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”

“Upstairs to the left.” My nightie is on the floor seconds after my feet hit the bedroom rug. His mouth is on mine and his tongue explores my mouth. Electric like shocks thrill me, I rub the bulge in his khaki’s.

“I usually like lots of foreplay, but not this time,” he says throwing his clothes in all directions.

Before I know what’s happening his cock is buried in my pussy. I gasp, “Augh,” as he fills me. I put my arms around his neck as he kisses me with his tongue mating with mine. His staff is sliding back and forth in my slick tunnel, and he touches every sensitive spot causing my contractions to begin. “Tom, you’re everything I dreamed of.” He doesn’t respond, because he’s ramming into me with more enthusiasm than I’ve experienced since I was single.

I spread my legs further apart hoping he’ll go deeper, but he’s already hitting my cervix. I wrap my legs around his legs, and use my hands to urge him on. The feelings surging through my body are unbelievable, and the warmth of an impending orgasm overwhelms me. I explode under him by wiggling from side to side, and by humping his thrusting cock as my fluids drench his cock and the bed. I groan, “Aaaugh, yes, oh God yes, what a cock.”

He rises on to his hands looking down at me. I return his stare as I revel in my climax. How lucky I am to have found a gorgeous man, with a hairy chest and the ability to rock my very being with his cock. “What are you thinking about?” I smile at him.

“I’m wondering how much I’m enjoying myself, and how many times I’m going to please you

the next two days.”

“You didn’t come? Can you keep going? I’ve had my orgasm, but you haven’t had one.”

“I’ve been close several times, but I controlled myself long enough so you can have another.”

He tweaks his cock in my chute.”

I giggle. “That tickles what are you doing to me?”

“There’s nothing to it. I just use my penal muscles to move it slightly.” He does it again three times.

I grab his arms. “Why didn’t I find you a long time ago? You thrill me in so many ways.”

He rolls us onto his back. “Give me a breast; I’ve neglected them.”

I lower my breasts to his face. “I like to have my nipples sucked. Lance isn’t a titty man.” I

place my hands on his shoulders, and feed him a breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth. I’m

filled with delight. His mouth, lips, and tongue are gentle yet rousing. I feel each lick. I sense

each suck. I gasp when he switches nipples. My breasts and teats are being nursed more

lovingly than ever before. If my nubs weren’t so sensitive I’d fall asleep. Instead my sex

organs are beginning to contract and the warm feeling of an impending orgasm creeps over me.

I gasp, “Augh,” as he places a finger between our bodies and circles over and around my clit.

I’m pushed over the edge of arousal to the point of instinctive need and I ride his shaft with the

abandon of a teenager. Every nerve in my body is on fire and my tunnel walls are ablaze. I can

only quench my primordial desire by increasing the friction between us. I push onto him as hard

as I can. I move in all directions at the same time. I feel him get bigger. I feel him become

powerful. I feel him pumping his juices into me. I hear a sound. It’s me screaming as a massive

orgasm sweeps though my body and mind. I collapse on top of him completely exhausted and

satisfied. I lay on him is an ecstasy I’ve never experienced before. I fall asleep knowing the

bliss of sexual exhilaration.

* * *

Margaret Cabot

I wake alone in my cum soaked bed. Where’s Tom? I put on my nightie and run downstairs. He’s in the kitchen scrambling eggs. I kiss him lovingly.

“That was wonderful. Can I keep you?”

“I don’t think your husband would approve of me hanging around.”

He keeps me naked for two days. No matter where we are in the kitchen, living room, den, and

bedroom. Or outside on the patio, in a lounge chair, in the pool, his hands, mouth, or cock are

almost constantly on or in my forty-five year old body.

I suck his cock.

He eats my pussy.

I come on his tongue, fingers, and cock.

We shower, sleep and, eat together.

I cling to him as he’s about to leave early Sunday afternoon. I don’t want him to go.

“I’ll contact the couples on your list, and I’m going to rent a condo next week and give you a

key. I want to be with you as often as I can. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I wish I was

fifteen years younger so you could have seen me in my prime.”

“You’re not past you’re prime, and I look forward to spending time with you in a condo.

Thanks for an incredible weekend and for making those calls for me.”

We kiss passionately as he gets into his car and drives away.

* * *

Tom McFerson

I graduated from the University of South Carolina in 2011 with a degree in political science. Being from a northern democratic family that migrated south, I tend to favor the policies of the

national Democratic Party. At USC I become involved with the Young Democrats and serve as

president during my senior year. Being ask to be a field operator for the party right out of

college fits my personality and intellectual stances perfectly. My first two years are spent under the guidance of Tom Stoner who teaches me how to function as a minority party member in a

conservative, Bible Belt state, and how to raise money.

My life is spent learning the names, personalities and policy positions of individuals on both sides of the aisle, and how to function as a Democrat. I attend almost every political and public event held in the state, where I meet all the heavy hitters in both parties. My open, friendly, overt personality, knowledge base, and contacts enable me to become known as an individual on the rise in the party.

Of course, at social events I continue being a player as I had in college. I carefully allow myself to be seduced by daughters of elected and non-elected officials in both parties. I spend most nights during the first two years as a field operator sleeping in various young ladies beds and occasionally in mine. My sex life is great as are the bits of information I learn on dates and in bed.

At the age of twenty-five, I’m invited to sit in meetings of the strategic planning committee. I occasionally have an insight accepted, one I gleaned from my being in contact with a wide variety of people. In most cases the issues are to find candidates to run against well entrenched and well financed Republicans in districts that hold a majority of conservative voters. In others it deals with raising money for the party for specific candidates, for the state party, and the national party. In a few rare cases it’s an attempt to develop a scheme that increases the probability of electing a Democrat in a marginal or heavily republican district. I’m proud of the position of some importance I hold in the party.

* * *

Julia Speakman

I’m desperate. My kids are driving me crazy, and Neal being a politician is away all day and

most evenings. I drag him to bed after shaving my pubic hair, oiling and perfuming my body, and donning sexy Victoria Secrets lingerie.

He likes the sexy red gown with spaghetti straps showing almost all my ample breasts and

stopping just below the cheeks of my ass. “Nice outfit,” he says pulling it over my head and

dropping it to the floor. He kisses me lies between my legs, and plunges his cock into me.

“Tom, that’s not romantic. I want us to make love not fuck.”

“It’s too late now. I’m about to come.” He gives me a half dozen strokes, and spills his seed in

me.

We lay together for a few minutes.

I have tears in my eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I thought you wanted to make love?”

“I did and I do, but one kiss, sticking your cock in me, and coming is not making love. I want

some intimate time with you. I want to feel like the girl you seduced twelve years ago.” I

wipe tears from my eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long since we made love, I was horny when I saw you in that sexy red

lingerie all I wanted was to have a quickie. Next time, I’ll not be in a hurry, and show how

much I love you.” He turns over and goes to sleep.

I wait until he’s snoring before I get up and go to the bathroom. I apply KY Jelly on and in my

pussy, and using my finger I seek and find my G-spot. Adding pressure, I have a minor orgasm.

I’m not satisfied. I take my large pink vibrating dildo from its hiding place, and thrust it in and

out of my cunt. It feels good as I increase the speed of vibrations and the friction of the plastic penis on my silky flesh. It doesn’t give me the orgasm I want. I continue to slip the dildo

in and out of my pussy and finger my clit. Finally, after a long time my body becomes rigid,

and I’m swept by the sensational feelings of an orgasm. My entire body reverberates from

contractions emanating from my core. I relax satisfied.

I clean myself in the bathroom, check on the children, and go downstairs to the kitchen. All the while I’m thinking about the time I spent with Tom McFerson, and the thrilling orgasms he

gave me. I see his handsome face, his hairy chest, and his long hard cock. While I heat water

for tea, I takes my cell phone from my purse and punch in Tom’s number even though it’s late.

The phone rings until I hear the familiar answering machine. “Damn, and God Damn,” I say

aloud. Upset and frustrated, I pour hot water over a Lipton tea bag, and sit watching the steam

rise from the cup as the tea steeps. As I remove the bag from the cup my cell rings.

I answer, “Hello”

“Mrs. Speakman, I’m sorry I missed your call. Is there something you want to talk about?”

I step into the laundry room. “Yes, I want to see you again.”

“Mrs. Speakman, I think we can make an arrangement. Can you call me back in the morning?”

“Is there someone there?” I ask wondering why he’s using my last name.

“Yes that right. I think something can be arranged. Please call me in the morning. Is that okay?”

“I understand, I’ll call as soon as my house is empty.” I hang up wondering if he’s

entertaining another woman. I can understand if he is. I’d just like to be that woman.

* * *

Tom McFerson

My cell rings at 9:30 just as I sit in my cubicle with a cup of coffee. “Hello Julia, I say with

a smile in my voice. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk last night.”

“It’s okay Tom, I understand …”

“Why are you calling?”

“Is it all right for me to talk?”

“No problems go ahead.”

“I want to see you; no I need to see you.”

“Has anything happened? What’s wrong?”

“I’m beside myself. My kids are driving me to distraction, and my poor sweet husband has no

appreciate for me as a mother, or wife, or lover. Is there some way we can meet? I’m usually

free every day from about this time until 12:30 when my youngest gets out of day school.” I

say with a tremor in my voice.

“Time isn’t a problem for me, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come to my

apartment or for me to come to your home.”

“Could we get a hotel room at some discrete location? I’m horny as a heifer in heat.”

“I’ll call around and see if I can find a place somewhere between your home and my office. I

may not be able to do it today, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. In the mean time keep

those horny thoughts about me in mind, bye.”

I go to Google and find a number of hotels and motels that might be okay, but I don’t have time

to call, because I have political calls to make.

When my cell phone rings late Monday afternoon, I’m glad for the interruption. I’ve spent the

whole day calling members of the local DNCC asking for contributions. I turn my back to the

door and say softly, “Hello Margaret.”

“Does whispering mean someone might hear us?”

“Yes.”

“I have a condo at the Cornell Arms. It’s not the quality I would normally consider, but it’s

down town near the university. I told the manager to give you a key when you stop by. I’m

afraid we’re not going to use it this week, because Lance has booked us for a week’s stay

In Vegas. I’m going to miss you and that wonderful cock. I’ll bring you a souvenir. Hugs and kisses, bye.”

The first thing that pops into my mind is I have a place to take Julia. I continue making calls

until five, pack my brief case, and go to the Cornell Arms. It’s an older brick building that once was apartments, and has been converted to condos. At the front desk, I tell the man whose on

duty who I am, and he sends me to the administrative office. I’m met by a tall, slender, stacked, and beautiful African-American who’s about to leave the office.

“I’m sorry, but this is the first chance I’ve had to get here, I’m Tom McFerson.”

She looks surprised. “I was expecting a much older man. I was about to leave for the day, but I have time to show you the condo. I’m Eleesha Montgomery.” She takes some keys from a key

box. “Follow me.”

I do with pleasure because her shape curves in all the right places. Her figure matches her build.

We ride to the fourth floor.

“This condo has a separate elevator. You won’t have to come through the front door, but have

access directly from the parking lot. It’s a nice addition to the rooms. Are you related to Mrs.

Cabot?” She asks as the elevator door opens.

We step directly into a small ante room with hooks on the wall to hang outer garments before

entering a large living room. It’s well decorated with white walls and furniture made of walnut

and dark blue furniture including a large TV, a small table, and a several light stands.

“No, I’m not related to her, she a friend of my family,” I lie. “It’s very nice and comfortable

looking and it has a nice view.”

She looks at me oddly. “There are two bedrooms one of which is slightly larger than the other.

The large one has a king size bed and the smaller is a double. The color motif of blue and

brown is consist throughout the rooms, and there are two bathrooms. Would you like to see

them?”

“Yes please.” I catch the scent of her perfume and a profile view of her body as she turns

toward the bathrooms. The sound of her nylons rubbing against each other is audible, and I

wonder if she’s wearing panties. I take a quick look around. “Very nice.”

“Do you mean the bathroom or me?” She asks looking into my eyes.

“Both, why do you ask?” I’m surprised by her question.

“I’ve noticed you looking at me.”

“I can’t help but look at you.”

“That’s true but not in that way.”

“What way is that?”

She moves until her breasts are pushing against my chest. “Do you like that?”

“What’s not to like?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Exceptionally so.” I place my arms around her.

“Would you like to try the bed?”

I smile, draw her closer, and kiss her.

She kisses back slipping her tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues intertwine in a passionate embrace, and our clothes quickly fall to the floor.

“We’ve got to hurry my husband and kids will be here soon.” She says lying on the bed.

“You’re married with kids? I don’t see a ring.” I take a condom from my wallet.

“I don’t wear a ring, I have kids, and I don’t like condoms.”

“No condom no sex,” I say looking at her beautiful body, but disappointed by her statement.

She spreads her legs.Okay,I want you to fuck me.”

I roll a condom down my erection. I crawl between her legs.

She guides me into her pussy groaning as I plunge deep into her, “Augh that’s a nice cock.” She pulls me to her body and wiggles her hips under me.

With my feet on the foot board, I thrust into her hard and fast.

She grunts with each forward thrust, “Oah!”

After several minutes she says, “You’ve got to come before my family gets here. Rise up on

your hands.”

I lean back as she pushes her hand between us onto her clit.

“Oah, that feels good. Now give it to me.”

Using my hip, stomach, and leg muscles I slam into her over and over again.

“I’m coming,” she hollers.

Motivated by her orgasm, I double my efforts and shoot spurt after spurt of jism into the sheath.

She pushes me off, gets out of bed, and partially dresses as she enters the elevator. “The next

time we do this, we’ll have more time.” She blows me a kiss as the elevator door closes.

I relax on the bed after Eleesha leaves. Who would have thought Margaret would rent a condo

managed by a black MILF. That quickie was totally unexpected. I sit up in bed remembering I

have a list of contacts to call. I’m hungry, so I’ll find a local place to eat.

* * *

Tom McFerson

As I get to the door the room phone rings.

“Tom, it’s Margaret. I see you found the Cornell Arms. Is it okay with you? I liked the decor.”

“The condo is very nice, and I agree with you about how well decorated it is. I’m glad you

called, I was about to leave to find something to eat.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem since the university is nearby with all the student hang outs. I

miss you already. Lance is off to a meeting, and I’m stuck by myself. Well not exactly by

myself because some of the other wives and I are going out for drinks. I’d rather be with you.”

“I’d like that too. Instead I’m going to eat and make some calls before it’s too late. I may stay

here this evening.”

“That’s a good idea, and you’ve reminded me that I promised to make some calls for you. I’ll

contact the three ladies I know personally before I go out”

“I appreciate that. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll think of something. She laughs clicking off.

* * *

Julia Speakman

I sit in my living room after my two younger children go down for a nap. I remember my time

with Tom last Saturday. He’s gorgeous and knows how to please a lady. I’m still reveling in

my first vaginal orgasm in a long time. Since then my husband’s been home two evenings, and

he’s had no interest in taking me to bed. I put on my sexiest Victoria Secret’s outfit, but neither time is he in the mood. I don’t have to live like this. I’m going to call Tom.

She calls just before lunch. “Hello Tom, this is Julia.”

What a pleasant surprise. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said.