At first she thought she was dreaming, a sex dream, a dream of getting fucked long and hard. Then Jen awoke, rolling over to see her snoring husband, Bob, next to her in the first-floor room of the Nantucket B&B where they were spending the weekend.
She still heard the sounds, a female voice oohing and ahhing in the unmistakable throes of orgasm, accompanied by a male voice of earnest effort. She had no idea what was happening, but it got to her. The very sexy and sexual 65-year-old blonde-haired GILF had long suffered from a sluggish sex life with Bob despite her best efforts to spice things up, and now this porno soundtrack from somewhere close was turning her on even in her groggy state at 1 in the morning.
She twisted off the bed, toward the open window adjacent to the inn's small courtyard, a private one just for their room, for which they were paying $500 a night. She swung her legs over the bed and sat, peering out the window to the moonlit space of a small tinkling fountain, lush vegetation hiding it from the quiet street, and a small bench.
She blinked, not believing what she was seeing just a few feet away, and clear as day in the bright light of the moon. A man and woman, boy and girl, really, no older than their early 20s, huddled on the bench, the pretty young blonde's thighs spread wide, the young man beside her eagerly sucking her exposed tits in her little dress while furiously diddling her smooth, shaven pussy.
"God, Jason, don't stop, don't stop!" the girl begged, hands closed over Jason's plunging fingers.
"I won't, Molly, I won't!" he moaned, both of them trying to keep their voices down as he worked his hand between her tight young legs.
"Holy shit," Jen whispered to herself, looking back at her snoring husband and wishing he'd show half the sexual urgency of the young stud outside.
They must've stumbled onto the courtyard after a night of partying nearby, Jen figured, not wasting time postulating a theory but focusing on the young man's rapidly working fingers. For one so young, he seemed to know his digital stuff, and was working magic on the girl's engorged clit, which Jen could easily see in the romantic glow of the moon.
She was groaning with mounting passion and within moments of Jen's watching intently, finally came with a quivering clamp of her thighs around Jason's educated fingers, shuddering through it as quietly as she could before releasing his hand and pushing his mouth off her beautiful young nipples, straightening herself out.
"Uh...Molly...what about...uh..me?" Jason asked weakly, sitting back and showing her the massive cock throbbing in his designer shorts, the sight of which made Jen stifle a moan of appreciation.
"I can't, Jason, my dad just texted me, he's so pissed!" Molly said, looking in fright at her cell phone and standing. "Look, it was fun, great meeting you, but I gotta go!"
And she was gone, leaving behind an erect dick that should not go to waste, Jen figured.
She was amazed at how fast she made up her mind, subconsciously figuring the lost years with Bob and their unremarkable sex life, the times she'd toyed with the idea of having purely sexual relations with eager young men who'd come onto her in recent years, how she'd try to stress to Bob she was aching for more than he was giving her.
And just like that, she pulled a flimsy nightgown over her luscious, older-woman body of tanned, tight flesh and a tiny thong panty she'd hoped to entice Bob with earlier, and failing, and strode to the door leading to the courtyard just as Jason was standing, that impossibly delicious cock erect in his shorts, about to leave.
"What the..." he stammered as she appeared like a GILF vision in the night, her nightgown blowing in the slight breeze, revealing her amazingly supple and muscular old legs below and nearly exposed tits in the dipping cleavage above, another article of clothing she'd bought that failed to arouse the snoring lug behind her.
"Shhh," she hushed, walking to him, framing his face with her hands and pulling him close for a kiss. "Just do me like you just did Molly, Jason...and I won't tell a soul about you trespassing on private property!"
She kissed him long and deep, the boy's eyes wide with wonder and casting a glance over her shoulder at the window, from which deep snoring was heard. Jen laughed.
"He sleeps like the dead," she said, allaying his fears. "And fucks just as well. I need this Jason, I need it badly, and I've had just enough to drink tonight to make it happen. Do to me what you just did to the unappreciative Molly...."
With that, as she kissed him and dropped him to the bench, she added, standing with hands on her trim hips, "and I promise you, you will not go unsatisfied!"
She sat next to him in the same spot Molly had been and peeled down her top, smiling her sexiest smile at the astonished young stud before her, her perfect boobs spilling out, milk white below the deep tanned flesh of her upper chest, face and neck, nipples thick and brown, erect and ready. She parted her meaty, shapely thighs and reached for Jason's face, pulling his mouth to her neck.
"Suckle," she said firmly. "A woman's neck is so sensitive Jason, she loves it suckled and worshipped!"
Jason moaned, obeying the woman decades older, suckling the soft, meaty flesh of her delicately wrinkled neck and throat, running his hot tongue over it, ingesting it, tasting the salty tang of her. Jen moaned and lifted her boobs in her hands, offering them to him and the obedient stud licked down her cleavage to the soft warmth between them, and over the sweet white flesh before sucking one of those delicious brown nipples into his mouth.
"So good, Jason, you suck my breast soooooooooooooooooo fucking good," she moaned, head tilted back to allow the boy roaming space over her bosom, his eager mouth suckling one nipple then the other and back again like a hungry baby bird in search of food offered by its mother. "Sooooooooooo good..."
Jason ran his left hand down her trim belly, over her spread thighs, massaging and caressing the sexy, smooth, firm flesh, first on the outside of them, then the tops of her surprisingly hard quad muscles and finally within, where those educated fingers expertly pulled aside Jen's soaked thong and spread the hair-covered lips.
