Love Me a Waitress

I went to breakfast, as I often do, having the usual good cheer with Fran, tormenting her as I usually do, on a Wednesday morning. Despite our usual banter, she seemed to be a little unsettled. It was busy, and I didn't get to chat with her as is often the case. I finished my breakfast and got up to pay, leaving her a generous tip as I always did. I caught her eye as I was at the register, blowing her a kiss. It was the only time I saw her smile that day.

That afternoon, around three, I heard a familiar sound in my driveway. I went to the garage to greet Fran, who met me as I was about to step out of the kitchen. She immediately put her arms around me, hugging me tightly, much more so than usual. I held her tight, pulling her close, wrapping my arms around her in the most loving hug I could. I kissed the top of her head. Although we had become good friends over the couple of years we'd been screwing, our relationship was also one of a certain convenience, she getting a good pounding that warmed her up for another round later with her well endowed husband, and I getting to pound this hot little 60-something blonde with a smart ass attitude. We often had driving, intense sex, and just plowed each other. Today, things seemed...different.

"Hard day??" I asked, already knowing it had been.

"Yeah. You have no idea." Fran looked up at me. Her ice blue eyes were glistening, probing mine. "Yeah, you do," she said, remembering that I had been in the food service game for some years.

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling her close and kissing her gently. She let her head rest a little more heavily on my shoulder.

"It's OK. Some days are just like that." She went on to tell me how she'd fought the kitchen all day, how it seemed they got every order wrong in some way, and as she was heading for home, got into a disagreement with the owner, someone she'd known for years, from before she owned the restaurant, and had originally met when they worked at a chain restaurant over 20 years ago. Fran was visibly upset as she related the details. At the end, I held her tight, kissing the top of her blonde head.

Fran looked up at me. It appeared tears were forming in her blue eyes. "Make love to me," she said softly.

"I was thinking I'd pin you to the bed and make your forget all about that place."

Fran let out a short laugh, and smiled at me. "I know that's what usually happens, but today I need more." Her eyes were searching mine for sympathy. "I need to feel like someone cares enough to show me some real love."

I looked down at her, pushing her bangs back from her eyes. "I can do that," I said, and kissed her. It was soft, it was sweet, it was loving. For all the times we'd kissed, trying to suck each other's tongues out of our mouths, this was the best. I released my hug, and took her hand. "Come on," I said softly, leading her to the master.

Once back in my bedroom, we kissed again, this time, our hands running all over each other's bodies. We'd been meeting for about two years at this point, but I was still in awe of how soft and supple Fran's body was, despite-or perhaps because of-the constant workout that was waiting tables. I reached up under her T shirt, gently playing with her tits through her bra, making her sigh. I pushed her shirt up, first from the back, then the front, revealing her bra clad breasts. Then it was over her head and onto the floor. She stood in front of me in jeans and a bra. I could see her B cup tits filling it out nicely. She kicked her sneakers off, I doing the same. She kissed me, and the T shirt removal process repeated itself, this time ending with Fran going face first into my chest, she nuzzling the thick patch of hair over my breastbone, and laying her head on my chest.

"Your chest is so soft," she said, looking up at me with her ice blue eyes. "I could stay here all day."

"Why don't you?? You have until almost five to get home-and it's not like your husband doesn't know where you are, or really care, for that matter." Fran's eyes got a little watery. I must have hit on a sore spot. "Ohhh...trouble in paradise??"

Fran laid her head on my chest. "Yeah, we seem to be going through a rough patch right now. His job has had some changes, and he's under a lot of stress. It's been going on for several months, but he's taking it out on me a lot. Between that and the restaurant, it's really getting to me. It's like I get stressed out at work, but then when I get home, where I should get some relief and maybe, just maybe, a little sympathy, there's no peace there, either." Fran sighed. "It's like I can't win."

I kissed the top of her head. "Well, you can always come here." I looked down at her, lifting her fact so I could look in her eyes. "You can stay as long as you like, a couple of days, a week, longer if you need."

Fran looked at me. "Yeah, you just want to make me your full time fuck toy." It was nice to see the smart ass Fran was still hiding under all that angst.

I laughed. "You know I'd love that," I teased her. "I mean, having you every day for a couple of weeks?? I'd be exhausted, but in such a good way." I kissed her. Our eyes met. Hers were searching, perhaps to see if I was just being a smart ass, or wasn't kidding. I just stared down into hers. I watched as she seemed to soften.

"You really would take care of me, wouldn't you??"

"I absolutely would. For as long as it took." The apprehension in her gaze turned to love. She stood on tip toes and kissed me, long and deep. It was one of the most loving kisses I'd ever experienced. While we kissed, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, the strap now hanging loose. I pushed the left strap off her shoulder, then the right. We broke our kiss, and stepped apart for a moment, long enough for Fran to slide her bra off her arms, revealing her small, soft breasts. She caught the bra as it dropped, tossing it on the end of the bed. I took in her small frame, soft tits now free, gently swaying as she moved. We hugged again, and I was now able to feel the soft skin of her tits against my belly.

"I love the way your boobs feel on me." I said, pulling her close, and kissing her.

"You and me both. You're so soft and comfortable. It's like being in an old, soft, worked in bathrobe." Fran looked up, kissing me. "You're just so...comfortable...and comforting." I hugged her tight, and we stayed together a long moment. Despite having carried on our affair for only a couple of years, sometimes the comfort we felt with each other was like an old, married couple, the kind who had grown closer over many years.

We parted, Fran running her index and middle fingers over the front of my jeans as we stepped back. As always, I was already hard. Fran had a way of doing that to me, something that was an endless source of fascination for her. "Ready for me, are you??" she said as she traced the bulge in the front of my pants. She looked into my eyes, gazing into them as she unbuttoned my jeans, then pulled the zipper down just enough to let the head of my cock poke out. She rubbed the tip, smearing the precum around the head, making it leak more, which Fran spread across the head, making it slick. "Already cumming for me." she kissed me, still playing with the head of my cock. She looked up at me again. "I love how you're always so hard for me, so ready to cum."

"That's because I think you're amazingly hot," I said, only half teasing. I looked down at her. "I mean, what you told your husband about there being only one guy who thinks you're hot when he said what he did about getting banged by a couple of guys that time is really true."

"Yeah, I do pretty well for an old lady!!" she said with a smile. She undid the button on her jeans, and pulled down the zipper, revealing a pair of plain white cotton panties.

I took hold of Fran, looking directly at her. "Back before this first started, one day you were at the register when I was cashing out, and the girl who was taking my money was razzing you about being old, and I said I found you appealing because of your age, not in spite of it...."

"Yeah, I remember that." She started shrugging off her jeans, letting them drop to the floor, then her panties. I had been in awe of Fran's 60-odd year old figure for some time, and seeing her get naked for me only served to reinforce that feeling.

"As you found out, I wasn't kidding. That you are who you are, and you are where you are in life, is what draws me to you. The fact that you are a 60 something smart ass, and pretty hot, too, is what makes you incredibly sexy."

Fran drew in her breath and looked into my eyes. "Yeah, I remember that day, and the way you looked at me when you said that. I remember thinking, I'd do anything for this guy." She kissed me again, lovingly. "It's why we're here," she said softly. "I'd never had anyone seem to appreciate me the way you do." Fran sighed. "And you do. You know more about me than any of the people I work with, and I've been there for a good five years, but none of the bad things seem to matter to you."

"Being in your sixties isn't a bad thing." I smiled at Fran. I pulled down my zipper the rest of the way, then got out of my jeans. We were now naked in front of each other. It was, despite the fact that she was married to someone else, a comfortable, familiar feeling to be naked with Fran.

"To listen to those bitches, you'd think I was dead and buried."

I laughed. "Not nearly. And I do think you're just gorgeous. I've seen the photos you've showed me of you in your earlier life. As good as you looked then, you're hotter now." Fran looked up at me. I kissed her deeply. "The whole person you are excites me. Your age doesn't matter."

Fran looked up at me. The look on her face was a cross between pure love, and wondering what the hell I saw in her. She kissed me, and pulled me to the bed. She sat and moved up, pulling me along so I was next to her. She kissed me again, then lay back, giving me a full view of her compact, toned frame, her tits hanging a little as she lay on her side. I took in her slender belly, skinny legs and blonde bush. She looked good enough to eat. She leaned toward me, kissing me again.

"Make love to me..." she said softly.

I looked deep into her ice blue eyes. "It would be my pleasure," I replied, taking a place next to her in the bed. I kissed her deeply as she reached to stroke my stiff dick. I reached to her, caressing her left breast, making the nipple stand out more than it was when we lay down. Fran let out a sigh.

We continued to kiss, Fran slowly stroking my cock, I releasing her breast, and running my hand down her small frame, feeling the curve of her hip, and the tone of her thigh. I moved my hand back up, stopping this time to gently push her thigh up, accessing her now spreading pussy, dragging my index finger up her labia, and over her clit, giving her a momentary jolt as the electricity hit while I lingered on her little button for a short moment.

Fran, distracted by my attention to her pussy, had stopped stroking me. After she recovered from her short jolt, she now took my balls in her hand, rolling them around, and again stroking me, making me again seep precum onto her fingers, which she licked up eagerly. I kissed her, and rolled her onto her back.

"Need to get you ready for a lot more of that," I said moving to get between her slender thighs.

"About time," said Fran, ever the smart ass. "I wasn't planning to spend the day here." She smiled, knowing she was about to get a good day's worth of loving over the next hour or so.

"There's no hurry. As you well know, I'm not a ten minute lay." I kissed her. "And neither are you," I said softly, and kissed her again. She couldn't argue with that, and I didn't give her the chance, kneeling between her legs, leaning forward to get my face in her little blonde muff.

Fran drew in her breath, knowing what was in store. I licked my lips, then started on her left knee, gently licking and swirling my tongue as I worked up to the blonde patch between the tops of her thighs. I kissed her legs as I moved up, finally nuzzling into her bush, kissing around her opening, but not going in. Fran took another sharp breath as I just barely grazed the top of her cleft, just missing her clit.

I looked up and smiled, then moved back down, this time working her right leg, giving it the same treatment, except now I'd linger a little longer at the top of her labia, so close, but just not getting my tongue on her clit.

"Dammit, why do you have to drive me crazy like that??" she said sharply.

"My, aren't we impatient," I replied, smiling up at her. "No wonder they get your food wrong."

Fran gave me a dirty look, but it didn't last long. I dove into her blonde pussy, licking bottom to top, giving her a good tongue twirl on her clit, making her jump and sigh. I latched onto her clit, and alternately swirled my tongue and flicked it across that little button, making Fran let out a long "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" as her hips tensed when she had her release. I felt her hands grip my head as she came. I lingered in her pussy, savoring her sweet taste now that she'd cum on me. I kissed up through her bush, then up her belly, finally getting to her splayed out tits, taking the left, then the right, in my mouth, sucking gently on her nipples, then moving up and kissing her.

She met me eagerly, though what started as a lustful, 'I want to fuck your brains out' kind of kiss, soon morphed into something more sensual and loving. Fran pulled away and looked up at me I could see at the same time, a strong affection, yet uncertainty in her eyes. She kissed me again, then pushed me down, moving me so I was on my back. She knelt on the bed, even with my cock, smiled, took it in her hands, kissed the head, looked at me again in lust, and took me in her mouth, first the head, which she swirled her tongue around, getting me good and wet, then taking the whole shaft, holding for a second, her nose in my pubes, then pulling away, catching her breath. She smiled again, and repeated, this time staying on me, going down all the way on each stroke, slowly but surely heightening my arousal.

I had not had enough of her sweet pussy, so I pulled her hips toward me, getting them so we were into a 69 with her on top. I licked up her spread labia, pulling away momentarily to get a good look at how they gapped in front of me. I knew I'd shortly be plunging my stiff dick within their steamy confines. I kissed them, drawing my tongue over Fran's clit, making her pull away from me. She looked over her shoulder, gave me a look, then went back down on my bobbing cock.

"You're not ever going to get this blow job if you don't leave me alone," she said, half mocking.

"Ever the generous lover, you are," I teased. Fran laughed, smiled at me, and resumed her ministrations to my hard on. I resumed licking her open labia, hoping to win the race to orgasm, since, as much as I like when she sucks me to completion, I wanted to shoot my wad deep in her blonde snatch. I intensified my attack, giving Fran's twat a full on kiss, licking inside her, and over her clit. She was doing her best to stay focused on my swelling dick, to no avail. It felt wonderful for me, but she soon had to give up the chase as I brought her to the brink, then over the edge of the orgasmic cliff, she letting go of my cock as she cried out and lifted her face off me, but not before leaving me awash in her sweet woman cum.

I pushed Fran away from me as she relaxed from her cum, taking up a position behind her. I lined up and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, making sure I applied pressure on her little love button. I felt her hips shake, and then pushed in, going right to her womb, the head poking at her cervix, making her have another mini cum. I felt her pussy go all wet all over me. I held on, my balls now pressed into her clit, as she shuddered around me. Now that I had her primed, I started to drive into her, slapping my balls against her clit with each stroke, and reaching around to grab her tits, squeezing them and playing with the nipples as I continued to slam into her pussy from behind.

Fran was now in the zone, whimpering every time I bottomed out in her cunt, which she ground back into me in response. I let go of her right tit and reached under her, getting good contact on her clit, rubbing it as I fucked her from behind. It took all of about sixty seconds to send her into a crying orgasm, and she thrashed about underneath me. Once the fireworks subsided, I pulled away from her, and she collapsed onto the bed. I pulled her up toward me, kissing her hard. We finally lay down facing each other, both of us out of breath.

Fran kissed me. "I need a break," she said, still catching her breath.

"Me, too," I said. "Here, lay your head on my shoulder," I said, pulling her up so she could get her head on me. She reached over, playing her hand in the hair on my chest. I pulled the covers up so we wouldn't get chilled now that we weren't actively building heat. She didn't say anything for a long few minutes, and appeared deep in thought. I considered asking what she was thinking, then thought better of it, just letting her have her moment. I kissed the top of her head, savoring the aroma of her soft hair. Fran smiled, then looked up and kissed me.

"You wear me out," she said, still smiling. "It's one of the things I've really come to like about you." She kissed me again.

"I'm glad I can be a release for you. I know how stressful your days at work can get. A good pounding afterward can really take the edge off."

Fran laughed. "Don't you know it!!" She looked up at me a moment, looking deep in thought, then kissed me. She moved her hand from my chest, and started stroking my cock, which had gone to half mast while we lay together. I pushed the covers down, watching her hand move up and down, the light catching the diamond in her engagement ring. I was soon fully hard. Fran, now renewed after our interlude, rolled herself on top of me. I now had a full view of her banging little body, slender legs topped by a thin wisp of blonde, narrow hips, slightly hanging B cup tits. Her pussy was spread and ready to accept my swelling hard on. She looked at me with her captivating ice blue eyes. I felt her hand take my cock and put it to her labia as she looked me straight in the eye.

"Nice and easy," she said, and I felt the wetness of her pussy on the head of my dick, then the plunge as it spread her, then went deep as she sank down on it. "The pounding was fun, but I need something a little more relaxing now." Fran settled in on my cock, and I soon felt her labia spreading against my balls, a nice feeling now that I was also fully inside her, the head of my dick poking her womb.

Fran leaned forward and kissed me, not the aggressive, suck your tongue out of your mouth kind of kiss we'd been engaged in at first, but a more sensuous, softer, loving kiss. I felt her soft tits on my chest, her thighs around me. She lifted her hips, almost high enough that my cock would slip out of her, the head just inside her, then slowly move back down, again taking her time to settle on me, letting out a soft whimper as she hit bottom, and I hit her womb again. We kissed softly, and Fran worked up and down on me ever so slowly. It was almost a slow motion torture, as she drew me out and teased my dick, which was slowly growing harder and swelling inside her. At one point, Fran had a soft orgasm, her pussy juicing around me as she let out a soft moan while we kissed, and then she rose up as the feeling intensified, giving her a little more penetration as she sat down harder on me.

I took her hands, entwining our fingers, she smiling down at me, then closing her eyes as her cum washed over her-and then me!! When she recovered, she looked down and smiled again, a new look in her blue eyes, this time more love than lust. Fran leaned forward, kissing me again. She didn't move this time, just letting my dick settle inside her as we went into a full body press, kissing softly the whole time. I could feel the shivering of her well stimulated, just now orgasmic pussy on my cock, a fluttering feeling that was pushing me toward my own cum, my cock swelling in anticipation of its impending release.