Last week as I was checking my mailbox, I ran into the new property manager of my condo complex. She invited me over to her place that evening to meet her husband and have a drink. Being the good neighbor I am, I accepted the invitation.
I arrived at their condo at about 7PM and was greeted by Bob, the husband. He invited me in, poured me a drink, and we sat at the dining room table making small talk. Margie, his wife, who had extended the invitation, soon joined us. As the three of us chatted about the usual banalities - career, education, family life, etc - I learned that Bob and Margie had been in the property management game for over 25 years. They had 3 grown children and a couple of grandkids. Margie was 57 and handled the actual work of property management while Bob, who was 65 and semi-retired, helped out on occasion. On very rare occasions I guessed, since it was obvious that Bob was a drunk. While Margie and me were still working on our first drink, Bob slammed down at least 4 vodka tonics. The more he drank, the more obnoxious he got. Margie and I ignored him and continued to make small talk.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"35." I replied.
"Married?"
"Nope. Single, and lovin' every minute of it."
It was hot that evening and I was wearing shorts. All of a sudden I felt something brush against my ankle. Margie had slipped off her pumps and was playing footsie with me under the table. Oh my god, this woman, old enough to be my mother, was putting the moves on me. I flashed her a surprised look, but when I didn't protest or pull away, she winked and moved her foot higher up my leg. Bob, sitting at the end of the table, was oblivious to what was going on and continued to babble. Margie worked her foot higher, past my knee, and started up my thigh.
Noticing Bob's glass was empty, Margie stood up and said, "Here honey. Let me freshen that up for you." She grabbed Bob's glass, headed for the kitchen, and motioned me to follow. Fascinated, I traipsed along behind her. Bob was so out of it, he didn't pay a bit of attention.
Once in the kitchen, just out of view of the dining room, Margie quickly tossed together Bob's drink, then turned to face me. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" she asked.
I told her I didn't have any plans. Probably just go home, read for awhile, and go to bed early.
Margie looked at her watch. "It's only 8:30 It's still early. Stay awhile and keep me comany." Fascinated by the way events were unfolding, I stood there, dumbfounded, considering her offer. Margie broke the short, tense silence that followed.
"You know, I'm horny as hell, and I'd like to try it with a younger guy," she said matter-of-factly, staring at me, hands on her hips, waiting for a response. I told myself I should leave, right then, but I looked at Margie more closely and I started to get aroused. About 5'6" and 160 lbs with an olive complexion, slightly plump, with short, curly salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, Margie looked - well - like the middle aged matronly Italian housewife she is. On the other hand, her size 14 body squeezed into a size 10 dress with a short skirt accentuated her voluptuous build, giving her a faintly sexy look. I couldn't help myself. I put my arms around her waist, pulled her to me, and we kissed.
"And I'd like to try it with an older woman," I said, coming up for air.
Margie giggled and said, "So, stick around and we'll make love after Bob goes to bed."
"OK," I agreed.
Bob began yelling for his drink. Margie said, "Give it 10 minutes and he'll be passed out."
We returned to the table. While Bob finished his drink, Margie and I flirted and played footsie. All of a sudden, just like Margie predicted, Bob placed his head on the table and began to snore.
"C'mon. Help me get him to bed," Margie said.
Supporting him between us, Margie and I led Bob down the hall to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. I went back to my barstool while Margie undressed Bob and put a blanket over him.
A few minutes later Margie emerged from the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I noticed that she had changed into a short, sheer kimono that barely reached to mid-thigh. She walked to the couch, sat down, and I joined her. Sensing my uneasiness, Margie said, "What's the matter? Nervous?"
"Kinda. Your hubby is asleep right down the hall. And, I've never been with an older woman before, especially a lady with grandkids."
"Forget about Bob. He won't wake up till daylight. I've never been with a younger guy before either. But I think I'm gonna like it. Bet you will too. Now, let's you and me have some fun."
We embraced. As we kissed I slid my hands under the kimono and cupped Margie's bare ass. As I fondled and played with her cheeks, Margie slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she worked my shirt over my head. I tossed the shirt aside and we sent back to kissing and fondling each other. I flicked my tongue inside her ear and rubbed the soft flesh on the inside of Margie's thigh. She parted her legs and I moved my hand higher, stroking her pussy. She let her hand drift to my crotch and began to rub. As she rubbed my cock through the fabric, she felt me grow hard. She slid her hand inside my shorts and grasped my cock. I stood up and shucked the shorts. Margie stood and I undid the tie on her kimono. She shook her shoulders and the kimono fell to the floor.
Wow, Margie didn't look so matronly now, I thought. In spite of her age, she looks damned sexy with her clothes off. Medium sized, pancake titties, kinda on the saggy side, with long, dark nipples and huge, mahogany colored areoles; a well defined but thick and chunky waistline; a slightly paunchy, round, soft tummy, perched above a dark, thick, well manicured bush; wide hips; a massive, soft, round, pillow ass; and thick, heavy thighs and legs. My girl friend is a slender, willowy type, with a runner's body so the contrast between them added to the allure.
We were both raring to go and knew we had to relieve the sexual tension that had built up between us. Margie grasped my hand and led me down the hallway. We slipped into the spare bedroom, and I stretched out on the bed while she closed the door and opened the drapes. Margie slid onto the bed next to me. She lay back and I licked, sucked, and chewed on her nipples. As they grew taut, I stroked her pussy. I felt her getting wet and ran my tongue down her chest, across her tummy, and placed my head between her legs. She spread her knees and I pushed my face into her bush, parting her labia with my tongue. Her pussy started to open up like a spring blossom. As it did, I plunged my tongue inside and began to work it back and forth, in and out. She gave off the aroma of a woman in lust. Margie thrust her pelvis into my face and I picked up the tempo, licking and sucking on her clit. In less than a minute, she arched her back, gasped, and shivered in orgasm.
She recovered quickly and pushed me onto my back. She knelt beside me, grasping my cock. She licked it a time or two, then slipped the tip inside her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she worked at it, devouring it, till she had the whole thing in her mouth. Then she cupped my balls in her hand and gently massaged them while she sucked forcefully on my dick, all the while deep throating me. I lay back and moaned. When I felt like I was going to explode, I pushed her off and said, "Let's fuck, baby."