Chapter 2: She Fucks
Last time I told you how I formally met Luanne and what had happened that first meeting. Briefly, Luanne lived down the street from me and I had seen her over the years, but never really met her. I had spent many hours looking at her and fantasizing, but figured that was one more fine piece of ass I'd never have. Then one afternoon she showed up at my house, introduced herself, and within fifteen minutes was on her knees giving me a blowjob.
When she was finished she started to leave saying, "I have to go. Don't jack off in the morning. I'm going to need another dose of cum tomorrow." When I asked her why she just smiled and said, "I'm going to fuck Pete tomorrow morning and I'm going to want you to fuck me afterwards." Then she walked out. After the door closed I stood there trying to figure out what had just happened.
I am definitely not a sex object. I've had my share of lovely women over the years and, every time, I wondered how I managed to land in the sack with that particular woman. A Playboy bunny, a model, two actresses, and several merely beautiful women. Now, I'm sixty and here's this forty-four year old cutie coming on to me. I'm six-two and weigh about two-forty with a rather large gut due to years of drinking beer while Luanne is about five-five and may weigh one-thirty. I have never considered myself to be handsome and I'd classify her as a fox, if not a knock-out. Dark brown hair that she normally pulls back into a pony tail that comes down just below her shoulders.
She does all the work around her house and is really fit, while still retaining a very feminine shape -- and what a shape. Nicely rounded breasts, I'd guess at a large C, with rounded hips, and a very nice rear end. Nothing on her body jiggles as she is firm all over.
Now ... shit I didn't know what to expect. She said she was going to fuck Pete tomorrow. What the fuck does Pete have to do with my getting a piece of ass? Then she was going to come down here so I could fuck her. Huh?
I finally write her off as a psycho bitch and figure I'll never see her again. The next morning I'm working on a story and really get into it, not even noticing the time. A bit after eleven there's a pounding on the front door and I go to open it.
"Hi," Luanne said, "You ready for this?" Then she reached right down and grabbed my crotch. She got a funny look on her face and said, "No, you're not. Why aren't you ready to fuck?"
Somehow I forgot about the fact that I was supposed to be getting a piece of ass, but lashed out with, "What the hell are you talking about? You didn't say anything about any schedule, about my being ready to fuck when you got here, nothing like that. What the hell is going on?"
She walked past me and on into the kitchen. Without asking she grabbed my coffee cup and turned to look at me. "You're right," she said, taking a sip of my coffee. "I didn't explain anything." She paused to have another sip and then said, "Okay, if you're willing to do me one favor, I'll explain everything. Okay?"
Not quite sure what was coming, I said, "Okay. One favor. Then I get some answers."
She put down the cup, said, "Deal," then she came over, put her arms around my neck, and pressed her lips against mine. Like yesterday, we were soon trading tongues and her hips were pressed against my crotch, waking up my cock. She was wearing a loose shift and I was able to move my hand up under it and stroke her pussy.
