I came in for breakfast the next day around ten. Fran was her usual self. "So, what is it for you today?? Omelet?? French toast?? Kick in the ass??"
"I see you are your usual cheery self this morning. Hubby pee in your corn flakes??" Fran just smiled as she walked away. She came back a few minutes later with my usual chocolate milk. "No DRIP coffee this morning?? I hear the DRIP coffee is really good here."
"I'll show you drip," said Fran with a glare.
"You don't have to. I've already seen it."
Fran gave me the eye.
I continued, unfazed. "So you're coming over later??" Fran shook her head. I gave my order and she was off. We had the usual give and take during the time I was there. When she brought my check, I said to her, "Pay up front, or just leave the money on the dresser??"
"You can't afford me," she said starting to walk away.
"I dunno. A $5 tip worked yesterday."
Fran bopped me on the head.
I called after her, "Remember what happened yesterday when you did that."
"I'd like to see you try it again." I lingered over my breakfast a little longer. The next time she walked past, I grabbed her ass, hanging on a little longer than the day before. She turned toward me, looking at me over her glasses.
"I'll see you around 2:30," I said as I started toward the cash register.
About 2:40 I heard a car pull up. I didn't even go to the door; Fran just came right in, pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard. I picked her up as I had the previous day, carrying her into the house. Unlike the day before, we didn't even try for the bedroom. I plopped her down on the sofa and we started pawing at each other, and both of us were naked in minutes. Fran stroked me while I fingered her pussy, which didn't need a lot of priming. We were soon ready, Fran taking the lead by climbing atop me. She took my cock in her hand, rubbed the head around her opening, getting it slick to ease its entry. Once she had me in place, I moved my hips to make contact with her clit. Fran smiled and shuddered as she felt the friction against her, then sat down on me firmly, impaling herself on my bulging cock.
Fran let out a whimper as I hit bottom, poking the entrance to her womb. I held her hips to me, rocking her so I could keep the base of my cock in contact with her clit. Sixty seconds later, her hips shook and she let out a moan. I let go of her hips, and she started pounding her pussy onto my cock.
"I'm going to fuck your nuts off," said Fran in a hoarse whisper.
"Not before I flood your little blonde cunt with more sperm than it's ever had," I said. Fran started really pounding into me, and I met her thrust for thrust, as best I could from my position underneath her. She kissed me hard, her tongue tangling with mine, as if trying to pull it right out of my mouth. It didn't take five minutes and I could feel my come rising. I slowed my pace and took Fran's hips, slowing her down. I changed position slightly, getting the shaft of my cock to drag over her clit. A couple of strokes and her pussy juiced all over me. I pushed in deep, making her yelp.
"Dammit, you're going to split me open," she said breathlessly.
"And now I'm going to drown you," I said, poking the head of my cock into her cervix, letting go a long blast of come, then another.
Fran let out a long moan, then "Fuck!!" as my spewing semen set her off again. I blasted about nine big wads of sperm into her, feeling it fill and overflow her as I held her tight to me. When I was done, she collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily as she came off her massive orgasm. Once she regained her breath, she kissed me again, this time a much softer, sensuous kiss.
"Thanks. I needed that," she said, still not completely recovered.
"Hard day at the office??" I teased.
"You have no idea," she said.
"I probably do. I worked in restaurants. I know how people get, both staff and customers."
Fran looked at me. "How come you never told me this??"
"You never asked. We were always ragging on each other so hard, it never came up. I've done your job. I get it better than most people. Why do you think I always tip so well??"
Fran thought a moment. "Yeah, you are one of the better tippers to come in there. I always thought you were just trying to get into my pants."
"Looks like it worked," I said, smiling at her.
"Maybe I wanted to get in your pants," said Fran with a smile.
"Yeah, but only because I tip well."
"Asshole," said Fran, laughing. I looked at her a moment. "Don't get any ideas. You're not going there."
I laughed. We stayed joined for a good fifteen minutes, my cock staying hard inside Fran despite having just spent itself. I told her of my first job, like a lot of kids, in a McDonald's near me while I was in college, then about my four years as an assistant manager in a northeastern regional chain of casual restaurants, working in several locations. Finally I slipped out of her, though she stayed on my lap for a while as we told war stories about people we worked with, customer follies, and other aspects of the industry. We stayed together for about 45 minutes talking, Fran smiling every now and then as she felt my come dripping from her pussy, tickling her thighs. We came away from our encounter with a whole new appreciation for each other.
The result was that though Fran and I continued our usual taunting when I came in to eat several times every week, she would often come over after work to release some pressure. While a lot of the time this involved frenzied sex, there were also many times it was more paced, and sometimes she'd come over and we'd just talk.
The first time we had a more relaxed encounter was something of a surprise. We'd had eight or ten sessions by that time, all of them pretty intense, raw sex. So I was surprised when Fran came in and just hugged me, melting into my chest. I put my arms around her and held her, kissing the top of her blonde head.
"Hard day??"
"I don't know how I stand that place sometimes. The kitchen kept screwing things up all day. Then about an hour before closing time, they got this guy's order wrong twice and he flipped out on me. It was all I could do not to pop the son of a bitch."
"Yeah, I remember those days. Don't miss them. Come on, let me get you a beer and you can tell me about it." I got us both beers and we went into the living room, Fran sitting on my right. She told me how the whole day was a mess, capped off by the situation before closing. When she finished, I leaned over to kiss her, softly and sweetly. She returned my kiss, just as sweetly taking my face gently in her hand. It was a different side to Fran I had not seen. We looked at each other a moment, then shared a longer, soulful kiss. As we pulled away from it, Fran pulled her shirt off, then mine. We kissed again. I reached over and undid her front clasp bra, releasing her B cup tits. They were soft with a little hang, not unexpected on someone 60 plus-she later told me she is 63-but quite attractive. I kissed her, gently squeezing her tits as we kissed. I broke the kiss, then kissed down her neck, stopping to nibble and swirl my tongue as I went, making her squirm. I got down to her left breast, slowly taking it in my mouth, making the nipple stand up. I sucked on it gently til I felt Fran moan softly, and a shudder signaling a mini orgasm. I looked up and she smiled. I moved over to the right breast, sucking most of it into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my tongue, finally pulling away, gently tugging the nipple with my teeth. Fran again let out a soft moan, quivering as another small orgasm ran through her. I moved up to kiss her again as the jolt of electricity wore off. She laughed.
"That was sweet. Who knew you could make love??"
"Stick with me. You'll find out a lot of things I can do. It ain't all 'wham, bam'"
Fran laughed again, then leaned over to kiss me. "I like 'wham, bam.'"
"Me, too, but slow and easy is good too," I said, taking her hands, pulling her to me for a soft kiss. I kept kissing, moving down past her tits to her jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. I kissed down Fran's belly as I unzipped, finally reaching the top of her blonde curls. I nuzzled gently, kissing her bush. I lifted her hips, sliding her jeans down to reveal the full blonde patch that was framing her spreading pussy.
"Serving it up hot, I see," I said as I pulled her jeans the rest of the way off.
"It's always steaming, baby," said Fran.
"Good. I like steamed clams," I said, looking up at Fran.
"They don't get any steamier than this one," she said, pushing her twat into my face. I took the hint and licked up and around her outer lips, playing my tongue in the blonde hair surrounding them, just grazing her clit as I worked around. Fran let out a quick moan when she felt the short jolt. "Damn, you're such a tease."
"All the better to heat you up," I said, resuming my attention to Fran's oral pleasure. I smiled, wondering how many guys she'd teased over the years, and now was getting payback. I licked closer, now on her inner lips, sucking each side, just missing her clit, then finally giving her a flat tongue up the middle, licking deep into her before swirling my tongue over her clit.
Fran, who had been trying to push her pussy onto my tongue, screamed when I rolled it over her clit, shoving her now juicing cunt into my face, thrusting at me as she came. I let go of her, holding her hips as her orgasm washed over her. When she started to come off it, I kissed back up her body, ending in a long, deep kiss when I reached her lips.
While I hovered over Fran as we kissed, she rubbed the front of my shorts, lingering on the pronounced bulge. She then undid my them and pulled them down, releasing my cock, which she then stroked slowly. She looked up at me, her face a mix of desire and affection. "Make love to me," she said softly.
"I thought you'd never ask," I said in a quiet voice. I lowered myself to Fran's gaping twat, her hand guiding me to her. She held up when the head of my cock reached her opening, playing it around her labia and clit til she let out a soft moan. She then let go of me, and I pushed in, not stopping til I could feel my head hit her cervix, my balls resting on her little round ass. I paused for a moment to let Fran adjust to my cock filling her void. I pulled out all the way, teased her clit again, then pushed in. This time she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me to her. She smiled. I started pumping in and out of her, Fran meeting my thrusts with her own. It was a paced, comfortable screw, not rushed at all. I leaned down to kiss Fran, a kiss she met eagerly. I felt her tits, small and soft, on my chest as we moved together. It was a very sexy feeling.
Fran spoke first. "I love the way your chest feels on my tits. All that hair is amazingly soft."
