The car bobbed back and forth in the parking lot as Ellen's panting and wheezing could be heard louder and louder. Sam leaned back in the driver's seat with his eyes closed as Ellen rode him hard and, her back pressed against the steering wheel and both bare breasts popping from her sweater. She leaned forward clutching the seat kissing Sam who reciprocated moaning aloud and rode him hard and, moaning aloud. She slowed down finally, as he came, groaning aloud and thrust her in to him as she grinned kissing him deeply. She panted heavily leaning back along the steering wheel and wiped her sweaty forehead.
"Oh god, that is the best diversion I've ever experienced."
"Happy birthday," he chuckled rubbing her bare hips with both hands.
"And you're supposed to keep me away from the house for how long?"
"Until five o'clock."
"It's two," she grinned looking at her watch, "We'll have to think of other ways to kill the time, won't we?"
"We're supposed to be at the antiques fair," he chuckled as she slid off of his lap.
"Oh forget that," she panted buttoning her blouse up, "I want to play."
"Good thing he assigned me to distract you all day."
"Well, you're going to have to do a better job," she grinned kissing him, "It only took a blowjob to get the secret out of you."
"You have a mouth like a vacuum."
"He still thinks of you like a surrogate grandson," she nodded in disbelief.
"He doesn't suspect a thing. He just said take the keys and keep her company for the day."
"No one else I'd rather be with today. Still, I'm the birthday girl, and you're supposed to do what the birthday girl wants."
"I already fucked the birthday girl three ways to Sunday."
"Let's go to your place to be alone."
"As long as we're back by five," he shrugged driving down the freeway.
"Don't worry, I'll be there to fake smiles and giggles. It'll be easy after an afternoon in bed with you."
Minutes later they arrived to his apartment kissing and making out, as she tore off her sweater and skirt revealing a pair of black lacy bra and panties. He gasped in awe and tore off his clothes pulling closely to him.
"Where did this come from?"
"Ever since we started sleeping together I felt like mixing things up. What do you think?"
"You look amazing."
"Only the best for you." She led him by the hand in to his room and sat along the edge of the bed spreading her long legs. He knelt down kissing her inner thighs and thrust in to her pussy hard drawing a sharp moan from her. She leaned back as he tore off her bra and humped her faster and faster as her moans became louder and louder. She panted sliding back along the bed and he pulled her in to him, wrapping her legs around his. They folded in to one another kissing and rubbing bodies as he rubbed her clit, feeling her drip on to his fingers.
"You know you're sleeping with a sixty five year old."
"With the body of a thirty year old, and the pussy of a twenty year old," he boasted.
"Still, as of today..."
He shushed her sliding in to her pussy with his cock drawing a sigh from her and pounded her with sharp thrusts, as she moaned. She balanced along his cock riding him hard and fast and crying out loudly with every pump he dealt her and she quivered savoring every moment. She kissed him moaning aloud as he sped up the fucking and panted leaning back resting along her elbows.
"Oh my god," she panted as he rubbing her bare tits.
"You're amazing."
"This is the best birthday I've ever had."
"Harry never did this for you?" he chortled.
"We would go out to hunting lodges he called a getaway, and it was fine... the sex was... okay... for two hours of humping and four of sleeping..."
The phone rang as Sam shushed her.
"Speak of the devil."
"So how's the birthday girl?"
"She's great, she's very happy."
"How was the show?"
"She loved every minute of it."
"Did she suspect anything?"
"No, she was just happy to be out, she knows nothing."
