Sue:
I hope you're still dreaming of my hard cock sliding into your warm wet pussy. I want you to feel my strength as I slide all the way into you. I want you to scream as my hot breath caresses you neck.
Sue? Do you have any photos of yourself? They don't have to be explicit. I just want to be able to have an image of you in my mind.
Sue, I already told you about fucking Lois, the mother of my roommate, on my roommate's wedding night and I've also told you about fucking Rose hard. If you remember, Rose was the mother of one of my best high school friends. I know how well you like stories of my cock tickling an older woman so I'm going to tell you about Carol.
I must warn you though, I'm running out of true tales of fucking beautiful older women. I should have rationed the stories a little more for you. You'll have to tell me what other fantasies you have.Just maybe I've already lived one or two of them.
Carol isn't all that much older than me, maybe ten years or so. She is the mother of a young woman I dated for a few months several years back. Carol is a little shorter than me and maybe five pounds over weight.She certainly has a nice pair of tits and a wonderful ass. I found out that her pussy is nice and warm too. I'm not quite sure what Carol's natural hair color is. She has it colored to a reddish hue and wears it rather short, just off her collar. It frames her face nicely.
When I was dating Carol's daughter, I always got a cold vibe from her.At the time I thought it was because she felt I was a bit too old for her daughter. I always thought Carol was attractive but her stare gave me a chill and I never thought of having her sexually.
I hadn't had any contact with Carol after her daughter and I broke up, even Carol and I live in the same small suburb, until I ran across her early this spring at the local bookstore/coffee shop.I had gone to the bookstore to look for a present. The store was having a reading by somebody named Dr. Van Horn. He had just published a book about seven steps to passionate love.What caught my attention was the poster advertising his reading "Men are not from Mars; Women are not from Venus". I thought his reading might provide a laugh or two so I got a cup of fancy coffee and sat down at a small table so I could listen.
I was surprised at how full the place got for his reading. Pretty soon nearly all of the chairs had been taken. I heard my name from behind me and immediately recognized Carol's voice even though it had been a couple of years since I last saw her. I shuddered slightly. "Do you mind if I join you? I want to listen to Dr. Van Horn and there isn't any place left to sit." She smiled at me.
Carol was looking fit.There's something about an older woman in a pair of tight jeans that excites me. She was also wearing a white cotton collared shirt that was filled out nicely by her breasts.
I felt a little uncomfortable but I graciously offered her the other chair. The reading turned out to be very different than what I expected. While I found some of his advice to be blatantly obvious, I did find some of it a little interesting though I was rather taken aback a bit by his rather clinical approach to a relationship, dissecting emotions and what not.
Carol apparently found the talk provocative. She engaged me immediately after the reading. We disagreed a bit over a few items and I could feel that iciness of hers return. She'd stare me down and challenge me on almost everything I said. While I certainly felt her anger, I could also feel her passion over the subject. It was a wonderful way to spend the evening.
The store announced that it was closing and I got up to go, thanking her for the discussion. I made a few polite requests about her daughter and she said she had moved to Florida to work with a cruise line. Didn't really matter to me since her daughter and I hadn't been together for a while.
I shook Carol's hand goodbye and sensed some hesitation on her part. She sighed and said "I know this is putting you out, but could you walk me home? It's dark and I don't want to walk alone. I didn't think I'd stay this late." I had forgotten that she lived in an apartment only a couple of blocks away from the store. I said "Sure, no problem.".
"Maybe we can continue the discussion some more. It's been fun hearing your viewpoint even though it's so wrong. You're such a pig" and then she poked me in the chest with her finger and smiled like we had been friends for a long time. Carol and I resumed our discussion on the walk home and I kept hearing things like "How can you say that? Do you say those things just make me mad?"
I followed her into her apartment. The place was as I expected, very neatly decorated. I didn't expect the cream colored leather couch but it looked perfect for the place. I sat down on the couch while Carol offered me a glass of wine. I accepted and Carol returned with two full glasses. She sat down on the couch next to me cross-legged and stared at me.
"So, you were telling me that you think there can be a good marriage without sex and good sex without marriage. I don't think you know what you're talking about.How can you know? You're just a kid." I replied that she's not that much older than me and commented some more about how, while sexual intimacy can enhance a marriage, it's not the centerpoint of all the good marriages I've seen.
