I've known Cherry since she was a little girl. She was my uncle's "grandchild" in the sense that he was married to her grandmother. He wasn't really her grandfather but was very close to her and her sister, close enough that they called him Papa. As I said, I've known them since childhood so that they both called me uncle. Cherry was the younger of the two. Both girls were bright and pretty. I've always been close the Cherry. Not because of her "smarts' nor her looks, which was always a turn-on, but we just liked each other. Now, don't get this wrong, I liked her older sister, too but Cherry and I just got along very well. At age 15 she was very pretty and still developing into a very attractive woman. At 18 she was still not fully developed but you could tell just how mature she was ...and had a little more to go.
When she was 21, I had to consciously keep my hands to myself. I had a wife that kept me honest. When Cherry was 25, the ball and chain divorced me. I was pretty much run through the emotional wringer. Cherry was very supportive because she had seen what the break-up did to my emotional state.
About 2 years after the divorce we had the occasion to be alone; we were driving to the local mall for something or other. I can't remember what we were going to buy and as it turned out neither one of us cared to remember, either. On the way, we were talking. She was curious about my divorce and I was telling her just how much I was hurt and how it affected me. I told her that I was very lonely and she said that she understood that. I asked her what she meant and she replied that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. I knew immediately how she felt. She asked me about any other women in my life and I told her that I had "seen" other women but there were no sparks. After I told her that she again said that she knew the feeling. That aroused my curiosity, so I asked her if there were any other men on her horizon. When she turned to me and said that there were none she was obviously hurting but there was tenderness to her answer. I told her that she shouldn't worry too much because she was bright and very pretty. This remark seemed to please her.
What came next surprised me to my very core. She told me that she always thought the same about me and had always wanted to satisfy her curiosity. Perplexed, I asked her what she meant. She then related that when she was younger she had always wanted to show me how much she cared about me but being married at the time had stopped her from following through with her thoughts. She then said that I wasn't married and she wasn't committed to anyone. Now would be the perfect time to follow through on her fantasy. I looked at her as we pulled into the mall parking lot. She just stared back with a gleam in her eye and a slight smile on her lips. Before I found a parking space, I stopped and asked her if she knew what she was doing. She replied yes immediately and without a pause. I could only stare back at her. She then took command and told me to drive out of the parking lot, and follow her directions. It was quickly evident that she was giving me directions to my apartment.
On the way, neither spoke about the sexual tension that was very evident in the car. She calmly told me which turns to take until we were in my parking lot. Before I shut the car off, I turned to her and gave her a last chance to stop what we both knew would transpire in my apartment. Very confidently, she looked me in the eye and told me to turn the ignition off and follow her. As she walked across the lot I began to get hard just by her manner. I held her hand as we entered the building. As we got to the stairs she took a few faster steps. She led me up the stairs and sashayed her hips. It was a deliberate move on her part; she knew what she was doing. I fumbled with the key in the lock and witnessing my anxiousness gave a little chuckle. I pondered her confident moves from the car to the door and now knew that she was as apprehensive as I was. When the door finally opened and we were inside, she turned and kissed me. Her kiss left no doubt that she was as hot as I was. She backed me up to the door and her tongue parted my lips in one of the sexiest kisses that I had ever experienced. Not to be outdone, I slipped my hands to her hips and followed her curves to her ass. I pressed her to my engorged cock. There was no doubt about our mutual needs.
We continued to kiss while my hands roamed her body. When I slowly moved to her small, firm breasts, I broke the kiss and I told her that we would be more comfortable in the bedroom, she just moaned and joined our lips in a passionate kiss. I needed to be free of our clothing restraints and just picked her up and carried her to our playroom. She never broke the kiss as we melted into each other. Upon reaching my bed, I gently lowered her to her feet. Still she kept her tongue dancing with mine.
I repeated my hand movement up and down her spine, then to her asscheeks. I lingered there, not pulling her mound to mine. Cherry, in turn, moaned her excitement into my mouth. I didn't pull her close because I wanted to remove her blouse. As I was opening her buttons she slipped her hands down my back to my cheeks. As I got the last button undone she started to do a very erotic massage of my ass cheeks. Her blouse came off in my hands and I tossed it on the foot of the bed. She took one step back and let my gaze fall to her small globes encased in her bra. I told her that it too would have to be removed, because I wanted to look at her magnificent tits. She started to put her hands to her back to undo the clasp. They never made it to the clasp, though. I grabbed her arms and told her that I would do the honors. She dropped her arms and told me that turn-about is fair play.
I nodded and laid my lips to hers as I reached for the clasp. Back in my embrace the bra slid off of her shoulders and was tossed after her blouse. I continued the kiss as I massaged her back then moved my hands to her sides and felt the breasts crushed to my chest. In this position I was only able to feel their roundness from the sides. As I broke the kiss, I moved slightly back. Her tits were beautiful. They were kind of small, about a size 36 I guessed, but oh so sweetly shaped. Her nipples were excited, hard and a light shade of brown. Brown nipples have always turned me on, I told her. She just smiled and started to unbutton my shirt. I played with her nipples and cupped her perfectly formed breasts. I knew that I was doing all the right things to her tits because she moaned and gazed into my eyes while she finished removing my shirt. I then took over by opening her belt and jeans. When they fell to her knees, I just slithered down her torso licking and kissing as I went. I halted at her boobs and concentrated on making those beautiful nips harder than diamonds. I didn't have to do it for long...they were already as excited as they could possibly get. I stayed for a short while anyway. I wanted to make this last and apparently so did she. Her moans told of her ecstasy. After worshiping at her nipples for what seemed and felt like hours, I continued lower until I met her navel. I swiped my tongue in and around the button. I did this for only a little while because I had another destination in mind. As I moved my mouth towards her mound I was lightly stroking her well-shaped legs.
Reaching her mound, I could feel her pubic hair through the cotton barrier. I continued rubbing her mound with my chin as she ground that love grotto into my face. Her sounds from above told me that I was supplying the right amount of pleasure. I could feel the wetness in her panties but I continued my actions. As I was doing this I slipped her jeans from her feet and left them where they were after she stepped out of them. Here I was, a fifty year old guy making a woman half my age moan and grind her cunt into my face. I loved the feelings that I was giving her. She made the next move by skinning her panties to her knees. I kept moving my chin into her mound. As her briefs went past her thighs, I was fully exposed to her excitement. The aroma from her pussy made me aware of how excited she was. The dampness in her cunt hair only made me want more. I was in heaven as her scent wafted up to me. I then moved down and took her panties in my mouth and held them there as I lifted her left leg free, then her right leg. I was awash in her scent from the damp briefs. I dropped them and turned to her bush.
She started to part he legs. I was very aroused to see her lips parting in anticipation of further pleasure. I didn't want to disappoint her and moved into the hairs of her pussy. I kissed every inch of her bush while applying light caresses to her legs. Moving to the insides of her legs, I slowly moved them farther apart to allow me to stick out my tongue and lightly lick her lips. This made her shudder and moan loudly. Something told me that no one had ever gone down on her so I continued to lightly lick just her lips. I wanted it to last...for her and for me. I loved the smell of her excitement. Cherry was pretty well worked up and it was very clear to me because her lips were becoming moist with her lubrication. The taste was getting to me, hers was the sweetest pussy I ever ate and I loved doing this for her because of the clues to her arousal. Her scent and wetness increased exponentially and only increased my arousal and desire to get her off with my lips and tongue.
