I Met Greta

I met Greta, my mother-in-law's neighbor, at a holiday dinner, and she mentioned that she had heard I did little home repair projects. She said that she often had little issues with her house, but with her son living far away, she had no one reliable to tackle these small projects or repairs. So I gave her my number and assured her I would be happy do what I could. Not long after, she called about her bathroom light switches, and I went over. We had a nice chat, she fed me lunch, we drank a glass together, and I liked how easily the conversation flowed.

She had a kind personality, and there was a freedom about her that I enjoyed. She had a pleasant sense of herself -- an easy sort of self-possession. Her humor ranged into the ribald easily, and at times she was playfully flirty. Retired from teaching and a widow of a wealthy business owner, she had money and dressed very well: always classy, but surprisingly well-fitted, and I had no problem detecting some nice curves. I learned that she enjoyed regular exercise and healthy eating.

A week later, Greta called about her refrigerator light. Another time it was her patio steps. Yet another time her attic light. I didn't mind. I found myself smiling whenever my phone notified me of a message or I saw her name in the caller ID when she called. I enjoyed her company and the range of our conversations. Each time, I could sense something about her opening to me, and she seemed progressively more flirtatious, but always with a teasing way that felt like play but could still be more. She seemed amused by the ambiguity and occasional innuendo. Her clothing seemed subtly more revealing, and I enjoyed looking. I tried to be surreptitious in my glances, but I knew she caught me a few times. It didn't seem to bother her, though, and I began to suspect things.

She was beautiful to me. Yes, she was more seasoned in life and the signs of aging were evident, but the inevitable process had been kind. A few more wrinkles, of course; these happen to everyone, but her wrinkles had fallen in pleasant places on her face and actually contributed to her attractiveness. I enjoyed her voice, her expressiveness, and her wise but vibrant energy. As far as I could tell, there had been no plastic surgery, but in my mind, it would have been unnecessary. As I listened to her stories and engaged in our fun conversations, I enjoyed looking at her.

Did I love her? Yes, in a more general and admiring way, though not totally unlike the way I loved my wife. Our age difference oddly made it seem like there was no competition between her and my wife. My wife knew about our growing friendship and was not threatened, happy to see me broadening myself with a person like her.

I knew Greta had been widowed for a while and had not dated anyone since her husband's death years earlier. I had previously dated midlife women who had basically gone sexually dormant for years, then reawakened. All the ones I dated enthusiastically needed to make up for "lost time," and this idea fed my imagination in secret. When I masturbated between the weekly sex sessions with my wife, I found myself thinking about Great, imagining how she would sound, how she would taste, what kind of face she would make in the throes of pleasure, what positions we could explore together, and how she would look nude, bared to me.

One time in the spring, I came over to help get her hot tub back in action, and she was in a bikini with a thin wrap that hid nothing. Her age meant nothing to me. Her figure, while imperfect as any woman's, nevertheless fiercely lit up my arousal triggers. I drank her in and couldn't stop. I knew she was aware of this, and she seemed pleased by it.

After the hot tub was humming and gurgling, she invited me to share a dip. My lack of a swimsuit was not an issue since she still had one of her husband's suits in a closet. It didn't fit perfectly, but it was good enough. When I came out of the spare bedroom after changing, I wasn't rock-hard erect, but I suspected the bulge was noticeable. I definitely saw her glance toward my crotch a few times before I got in.

"Ahhhh...This feels so good!" She exclaimed as she settled in, "I can feel my muscles relaxing."

We sat facing each other with our legs occasionally touching. As usual, the conversation was easy and comfortable. She knew a lot about my life at this point and was very skilled with casual conversation. The hot tub was in a lanai behind her house and out of sight and sound from her neighbors. The complete privacy and our state of relative undress added a mildly exciting sense of intimacy to the setting.

I noticed her rubbing the side of her neck and trapezius muscle.

"I woke up with a bit of crick in my neck," she said as she rubbed, "and this knot just won't go away."

After a pause, she added with a little smile, "Do you think you could put those big strong hands of yours to work on my neck?"

Of course, always ready to be the hero and help out, I could not say no to this, and she glided over, turning her back to me, and nestled between my legs. Immediately her ass pressed against my semi-erection, and she seemed to bob a bit in the water, pressing slightly back against it.

I couldn't help but awkwardly clear my throat, and pretty quickly my erection thickened.

"Ahhhhh..." she sighed, "That feels so nice." It wasn't clear if she meant her neck, which did seem to have a knot that I felt under my hands, or my relentlessly hardened cock pressing against her ass.

"Let me get this strap out of the way," she said, reaching up to untie the string of her bikini top that went around her neck.

"Oh gawd," she continued to gush, "that's it, that's it..." Her voice became more sexual sounding as she moaned again and again under my hands. It was almost comical. If anyone could have hear us, it would have sounded like we were having sex.

"Harder... Yes!" she exclaimed as I rubbed deeper and wider around her shoulders. Her whole body moved slightly as I rubbed, as if she was really getting into the pleasure of the neck rub, but her ass pressed and slid up against my cock. At that point, my cock was basically about 80% thick and pressed upward, nestling between her ass cheeks.

Everything was leading to a crescendo of sorts as the sexual tension between us rose and rose. It had long been obvious what was going on, and with my lust feverishly exploding inside me, I finally broke with the pretense and pulled her back toward me. I kissed her neck, and then nibbled on it as my hands slid forward, down the slope of her breasts. Pushing away her bikini top, they cupped each full heavy breast, feeling her rock-hard nipples against my palms.

"Oh David," she said in a husky voice, "I want so badly for you to make love to me. Ahhh... I need you to fuck me."

My response was to lightly squeeze her nipples which caused her hips to jerk and more "ahhhs" and moans. When I nibbled on her ear, she shivered, pressing firmly against my cock, rotating her hips.

"Fuck..." she hissed reaching down to stroke my muscular thighs, "I want that cock in me. I want you to drive it into me. It's been so long. I've been thinking about you so much since you've been helping me. Will you, David? Will you?"

"You're so desirable to me," I whispered hoarsely in her ear, my throat tight with lust, "I would love to be with you, Greta."

"Let's go inside," she said, standing up. Her ass in front of me, wet suit clinging to her like a second skin, I slid my hands up her legs over her hips, then groped her ass through the material. She arched her back and bent forward accentuating the erotic hotness of her pose. One hand on her left hip, my other hand slid between her legs sideways, lightly rubbing her inner thighs and applying slight pressure against the gusset of her bikini bottoms. She moaned and rubbed down against my hand, then stood back up.

"Let's go," she said, reaching for my hand as we climbed out of the hot tub.

"Follow me," she said after we toweled off a bit, "I want to take a shower together."

Inside her master bath, she dropped her towel and reached into the large walk-in shower to turn on the water. Turning to me topless, we came together in an embrace. Her arms around my neck, her head tilted up, and we kissed for the first time. Immediately, I knew our physical chemistry would be incredible. Our bodies just came together perfectly. The neck angle was just right, and I just felt this intuitive sense of what to do to create pleasure. Every little decision had this certainty in it and her response at each point was incredible. The kiss felt eventful, intriguing, and full of promise. If that sounds odd, maybe you haven't had such a kiss yet.

As our lips meshed and tongues touched, eyes closed, my hands traveled learning her anew, sliding over the flare of her hips, around to the slope of her ass, then down into her bikini bottoms to knead her ass and push the material. Without breaking our kiss, her hands assisted, pushing the material lower until it dropped to floor leaving her nude. Our kiss intensified, breathless and hungrier, little nibbles mixed in as we devoured each other, and fed off each other's rising excitement. She stamped her feet, her hips twitching impatiently, and I knew she was getting wet and starting to feel that ache.

I kissed along her face to her ear again, then down her neck. Turning her partly, I kissed down one of her breasts to her nipple and began to suck. I sucked her intensely, my teeth closing just a little, testing her. I was rewarded with a gasp and a deep moan. With her body sideways to me, I slid my right hand down her back, sliding between her ass cheeks, and down over her perineum immediately felt her slick wetness and heat on the outside of her outer labia. My left hand meanwhile slid down her tummy, over her mons and found her prominent clit shaft. With a finger on either side, I squeezed and pinched lightly. I brought my hand up to her mouth and she sucked on my fingers and coated them with her saliva. As two fingers of my right hand pushed into her slick opening, my left hand, wet with her saliva, began stroking up and down her clit shaft, teasing her clit.

Sucking her near nipple, and working my hands in unison, I felt her body becoming tense. I was still learning about her, but it seemed so intuitive, and she responded with moans, gasps, twitches, and cries that confirmed my actions were effective.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd!" she exclaimed with a stream of other profanity as her hips thrust hard forward seeking more from my hand. One of her hands began grabbing at her breast, pulling the nipple while the other frantically clasped around me.

"AAAHHH! AAAAAHH!" her voice rising with each cry as my right hand began lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"I'm... I'm.. cummm-ing! AAAAAHHH!!" She cried, her words partly garbled, and I felt a gush of wetness over my hands.

She was still for a few pregnant seconds, then slowly turned into me, embracing me, burying her face into my chest. I felt wetness then on my chest and realized she was crying.

With my arms around her, she molded into my body, and I stroked her hair gently. Eventually, she lifted her head to look at me.

"Thank you, David," she said softly, "I can't say how much I've missed that. It took me by surprise how intense it was." We started kissing again, and the kiss deepened. I felt my arousal surging anew and my cock stiffening.

Suddenly I became aware that it was very steamy, literally steamy. The shower had been running and we had become oblivious to it in our feverish lust. Even though her bathroom was quite large and a fan was running overhead, the room had started to steam up to the point of creating a mist around us. I was about to suggest we get into the shower when I realized she had other ideas as I felt her hands slipping into the waist of the swim trunks, pushing them down.

"Oh, I want to see this cock!" she exclaimed as she broke away from our kiss. As she pulled down the trunks she squatted bringing her face down level with it. Her eyes were lit up with anticipation, and it felt very satisfying for my cock to spring up thick and stiff right in front of her face.

"Oh my," she exclaimed, dragging out the two words, "Oh my! That is a beautiful cock. I want that in my mouth," she said with a bit of determination, and then half to herself, she added, "I want that in my cunt!"

Her use of the word "cunt" felt startling and incongruent coming out of her mouth, but it was also arousing, and it felt like she was loosening up as things progressed. Her intense gaze on my cock seemed both intensely lustful and thoughtful, as though she was admiring my stiff member for a few seconds. The trunks had fallen around my ankles and I stepped out, widening my stance.

Hands on my hips I watched as she seemed to ignore me for a while, fascinated by my member. Then she leaned forward for a lick, just a taste, then a longer lick, and then she took the head in her mouth. It looked like long-forgotten erotic muscle memories returning as she warmed to the task. Soon she was enthusiastically moaning, murmuring, and sucking vigorously. Her eyes were closed as if she was completely savoring the experience.

Of course, for me the pleasure was intense and I was almost ready to slow her down a couple of times, not wanting to blow just yet, but she seemed to shift her pace almost intuitively and keep me just a little below the point of no return. As I savored the sensations, I found my breath ragged and groans slipped out, I wanted to grab her head several times but held off allowing her to focus on her revelry in it for a while. I enjoyed the view when I looked down. She was gorgeous naked. I soaked in the erotic view down her back to her flared hips and rounded ass cheeks. She had one hand on the base of my cock with a tight ring of her thumb and index finger, but her other hand was under her, out of sight apparently busy between her legs. A thrill shot through me with the realization of how much she loved sucking my cock.

She paused, looking up at me smiling shyly, then began sucking more to see my reaction, keeping eye contact as she tried to fuck her throat. My right hand slid into her hair, gathering a fist, and I pushed her head down on me. She gagged briefly and I let up, but then she dove forward again with her intense gaze locked on mine.

The message was "Take me," and I did.

She dropped from her squat to her knees and sat back on her feet while my other hand came to her head. It hit me again as I looked down. She's so hot naked! I soaked in the view of her flared hips from that angle and her slightly hanging swaying round breasts. With both hands holding her head I pulled her toward me while I thrust forward. I felt the tightness in the back of her throat and felt her gag again. Relenting I pulled back but her now watering eyes signaled me to keep going.

Her acquiescence ignited something in me and my lust surged through me like a fever. I began slowly thrusting and pulling her, fucking her head and throat, and she started adjusting to it. I occasionally mixed it up, pulling all the way out while she gasped, and then returning it into her mouth taking it deep with one plunge of her head forward.

The urge to penetrate her was turning into a raging primal force in me, and her eagerness to receive it energized me more and more. I pulled her to her feet abruptly. I didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not yet. Not this time. I had to be inside her body, deep in her cunt. Still mindless of the shower, I spun her toward the toilet. Holding one hip I pushed her back forward bending her over it. She immediately braced herself.

My eyes fell onto the sight of her gorgeous pussy, puffy outer labia, glistening inner labia peeking out. Instead of thrusting my cock deep into her, I wanted to be close to her sex. I wanted to taste her and smell her. I knelt behind her, surprising her a little and she yelped as I dove in between her ass cheeks and began hungrily savagely lapping at her. With both hands, I spread open her cheeks, tilted my head for a better angle, and like a man on fire, savagely licked and nibbled and sucked everything. She was beyond words, her head tilted up steams of mixed ahhs and moans and half-finished words. Her hips were twisting and thrusting unable to hold still, and I grabbed her hips to help stabilize her.

I stood up after a while, jaw and tongue momentarily fatigued. Moving to her left side, I brought a large cupped hand down hard on an ass cheek. She yelped in surprise again, but steadied herself, looking at me, slightly uncertain, but also accepting, eyes brightening and expectant. I could tell it was something new to her, and shocked her, but then immediately felt good and right.

My hand landed loudly again, and again, causing a different sound to come out of her, then I paused and stroked her labia, pushing into her very slick vagina. She threw her head back, with an open mouth guttural "aahhh" as the sting and pleasure mixed. With her entire vulva slippery wet, I slid into her with two fingers, curling them and twisting left and right feeling the walls of her vaginal canal. Finding the wrinkled bump of her g-spot, I strummed my fingers over it, pushing against it, pulling my fingertips toward me. She rewarded this with a loud cry, an arch of her back, thrusting her ass back toward my hand, and more streams of broken words and sounds. I spanked her again and then shifted behind her sliding my hands over her hips.

I thrust the glans of my cock along the crease of her labia deliberately missing her entrance, and then pulled back and pushed into her. She gasped and moaned as my engorged cockhead stretched her vaginal opening, and I shivered as the "aaahhh" moment swept over me. Bending forward, hands on her hips and waist, I steadily pushed deeper, meeting the loveliest amount of friction amidst her viscous lube. As I neared the point of being fully sheathed in her, it felt like her entire vaginal canal was gripping me with delicate perfection.

I tilted my head back, looking away from her gorgeous ass and hips, exhaling loudly as the sensations and the intense eroticism of this reality struck me. With a gargantuan effort and hard clamping kegel I just barely managed to bring myself back from the brink of blasting loads of cum into her right then.

"No, no, it's so good, so fucking hot," I thought, "but not yet. Fuck!" I wanted to ride her hard, to pound and pound her, to drive my cock deep into her as far as I could. Instead, I pulled out all the way and thrust my cock up between her ass cheek, to rest for a second. She wiggled her ass back against me.

"Give me a second," I whispered hoarsely to her, "I don't want to cum just yet." I reached around her and enclosed her in my arms, kissing her shoulder.

Breathing deeply I came down from the edge, and I straightened up and started rubbing my cock up and down her slit. She widened her stance, arched her back, re-braced her hands on the toilet and wall, and looked back at me. I pulled in again, bottoming out in one long steady push. One of her hands I saw was now under her, feeling me and rubbing her clit. My control began slipping away at this point, watching my thick cock disappear into her, taking in the sight of her, hearing her beautiful cries and moans and the intoxicating scent of her wetness wafting around us. I let my primal self push to the front. My thrusts became faster, and fierce, lifted her hips up, as they drove my cock again and again to the hilt, deep into her.

When I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her cries erupted louder than ever.

"AAAHHH! AAAHHH! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, "I love it! So deep and hard! Ahhgg!"

She pushed back, trying to get me deeper. We fed off each other's energy and hunger, going at it in full throttle. The room echoed with the loud slapping sounds of my hips hitting her ass and our unrestrained cries and grunts and growls.