As I sat on the couch with my pants and underwear unceremoniously draped around my ankles, I looked down at the woman who at that precise moment had her mouth slobbering over my dick and began to think about the chain of events that led me here.
The morning started out rather uneventful. A Saturday morning on which I made no plans other than having my 2002 Cougar in for scheduled maintenance at the dealership where I bought it. I'm the type of guy who does everything according to the owner's manual. Oil changes at 6000 miles, coolant changes at 15,000, and so on. It's just the way I am with a car. You take care of the car and it will take you anywhere you want to go relatively trouble-free. The dealership knew this and always treated me as one of their best customers.
Sitting in the waiting room of the dealership, trying read a year old Car and Driver magazine, I took notice of the woman across from me. She wasn't anything spectacular by any definition of the word. She looked to be about in her mid-fifties, a tad bit overweight by what I could tell. Actually I couldn't tell much about her body because of the white baggy sweatshirt and the baggy blue jeans with god-awful elastic around the waist. She wore her salt and pepper hair cut in layers neatly resting just above the ears. Her face looked clean and well scrubbed. Not even a hint of make-up. The one feature of her face, which caught my eye, happened to be her lips. They were full and luscious. One could say they were perfect DSL's or dick sucking lips, if you will. I became so fascinated with those lips that I actually began to fantasize about them being wrapped around my chub. Just thinking about her going down on me made my doink stand to immediate attention. I actually thought for a second or two the old boy would be ripping through the seams of my faded Levi's and making it's way to those wonderful lips. In just a few minutes of studying the matronly woman I became obsessed with her going down and dirty on me.
Now I want to make this perfectly clear, I am not the type of guy who has smooth moves. I'm not an expert when it comes to seducing a woman. True, I have been moderately successful in my 32 years, but it all came down to luck with being at the right place at the right time. To be honest, I prayed this would be one of those moments.
Then suddenly it all began to fall into place. The service manager came into the waiting room to discuss the servicing of the matronly woman's 1998 Mercury Sable. He informed her they completed the oil change but he noticed since she bought the car there new she never brought it in for regular maintenance servicing. He said since the car was over five years old and even though the mileage was a little under 19,000 he wanted permission to give it a complete maintenance check up. Agreeing, the woman thought it would be a good idea since she and her sisters were driving down to South Carolina for a week's vacation. She didn't want the car breaking down in some strange place. After the service manager left I took the opening and played it for that it was worth.
"Pardon me, I couldn't help but over hear your conversation with the service manager. You never had your car serviced here since you bought it in '98?"
She looked at me with a little embarrassed look on her face. "I actually bought it in 1997 when the new models came out. Since I didn't drive it much I thought it didn't need anything. I don't know very much about cars."
Silently I thought to myself, how typical. But no matter, I just wanted those sweet lips on my cock. I chided her a little bit for not taking better care of her car. She gave a little sheepish grin. "I've been a secretary for 35 years and I always took the bus into work. I only used my car to go shopping or to visit my sisters. I retired early and now I'm starting to use my car more."
As we talked I learned she started working for the same company for all those years when turned 18. So Sweet Lips is only 53 years old. I thought how my mom would be turning 54 this summer.
We talked for about twenty minutes about our jobs, her early retirement, and the trip with her sisters. I think she also said her name was Jane Dabney. I couldn't really hear it too well because at the exact moment she told me her name a couple of fire trucks drove by with their sirens blearing. Truthfully I didn't care about her name. I wasn't out to fall in love with the woman. Hell, all I wanted was a blowjob from her.
Just as I was about to make a move the service manager came in and informed me the Cougar was all ready to go and then handed me the bill. He then told Miss Dabney her car would be ready in another twenty minutes and then left. I didn't want to blow (no pun intended) this opportunity so I laid the charm on her.
I told her that I really enjoyed our conversation and I asked would she like to have lunch with me. Suggesting we could meet at he Olive Garden restaurant down the street after the service was through with her car. It was a gamble on my part and in spirit I kept my fingers crossed. Dabney looked at with me a smile and said yes she would love to.
I waited for her at the front of the Olive Garden with restless anticipation. My mind scheming and planning with different ways of seducing the prim Miss Dabney into putting those luscious full lips on my throbbing man missile. My wait lasted only twenty minutes when I saw her Sable pulling into the parking lot. As she got out of her car it suddenly dawned on me this was a tall meaty woman. I didn't realize it at the dealership because all the time we were sitting down talking. Dabney must go at least 5' 9" and a good 175, maybe a 185 pounds. Now I'm 6' even and a little slim at 165 pounds. Truthfully I began to wonder what I got myself into.
As things turned it out while were having lunch I forgot all about her size. She was a witty and bright woman and I found myself enjoying our conversation. Now before anyone gets the wrong idea like I fell for this woman I want to set it straight that I listened carefully for an opening so I could slyly suggest she take me home with her to have my dick sucked. Again Lady Luck showed her radiant head. During our conversation over lunch I mentioned casually I worked for a mortgage company as a closer. This perked her interest almost instantly. As it turned out she wanted to sell her house and move into a small apartment. She said the upkeep of her home was getting to be a bit much for her and the expense was something she didn't need. I could see another opening coming up when Miss Dabney asked the question I hoped she would ask, "Could you please come over to my place and tell me what it's worth?"
I swore I heard a choir singing "Hallelujah". Of course I played it real cool telling her just prepared the closing documents for the mortgages, however I saw enough appraisals to give her a rough estimate. I followed her to her house from the restaurant, which only took a matter of about ten minutes.