I went to the local pharmacy to check out the Senior Glide lube that Melanie's old folk's website suggested and look at that, will you? It seemed to be a popular item although some of these very mature ladies might think it's sun tan lotion.
I picked up three bottles. One for my bedroom, one for her bedroom and one for her she shed because as I said before I'm trying to figure out what I like sexually and now that I straightened the shed up, well, there might be just enough room for us. I also bought a magic marker and wrote "fake motor oil" on the bottle for the shed.
I also bought her another box of Keurig K-Cups and used the magic marker to write "one time use" on the box because she apparently didn't pick up on that based on this morning's coffee.
I also bought a box of lubricated condoms because I'm afraid that I'll release too soon while she coats my cock with the Senior Glide. The demo video on the website looked a whole lot like a hand job to me and I'm not all that of a long-lasting stud, if you know what I mean. And if you do know what I mean, try to make me sound a little better when you spread it around on your Chang accounts. I mean, I'm going to get better after a few times, right?
I sent her a text as I was headed home and she replied with our plans. And might I say, she seems to be quite the planner. She's also quite the texting expert because she attached a spreadsheet to her text which clearly outlined our afternoon delight.
And it started with her proper kissing and onto showering together, improper kissing, doggie style, a light lunch, her on top, more making out, a blow job with facial, and from behind in view of the living room windows if the neighbors (Mrs. Baldwin) looked really hard enough and then Melanie's famous closure with a walk of shame in just her bra and panties, but she would forget her panties.
"What, no tit job?"
"LOL, you missed a line item."
Or in other words, this was not going to be a yard work Sunday, for either of us.
Unfortunately, and I'm not afraid to admit this, she took my first nut in the shower. I don't know if she meant to, but she did. I'll blame it on her shaved front, which I did find to be very exciting. Besides, a guy lasts longer during the second time, right? Maybe, maybe not, but just in case I convinced her that a lubricated condom would be best for today. Mostly because of the look on her mature face as she held the lube bottle up in one hand and air stroked with her other hand. I wasn't going to make it and I just had to have her on her hands and knees. I had to have my 61 years old honey pot whimpering sweet nothings as I laid it to her. Oops, I mean my 42 years old hot momma.
I'm actually proud to admit that I did make it longer than I thought I would especially given the way she was actually taking control. In other words, Melanie did me much more than I did her, but we were both fairly happy at the end of it.
And then as before with her first walk of shame, she shocked me, again. She carefully removed the condom and tied it off and then she headed into the kitchen to make us that line item #6 light lunch. It was the first time in my life that a woman wandered around my house in the nude, although I acted like it was the normal, LOL. And with every shake of her naked butt, I became more attracted to her. She had her share of love handles for sure, but, hey, that's why they're called love handles, right? I mean, they screamed "if you see something you like, then grab the handles and get busy" and they actually pronounced her mature hour glass figure.
Oh, by the way, I was just kidding yesterday, but she did put my used condom in a small baggie and put it in the refrigerator, just like my fake sex talk said to do. I let that go just in case that's a real thing or something.
I don't know how Melanie was as a twenty something young women, but I'm liking everything she knows and does at 61. Damn it, I mean 42.