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?”
