Mrs. Johnson

Wednesday afternoon, Joe in his blue beach shorts, soaked in the sun on the lounger in the hotel & convention center's swimming poolside. His father sponsored his long awaited and well deserved vacation.

Through his Oakley shades he recognized a big beautiful woman, in her mid-forties, lying in her pink two piece bikini. The top was barely covered her breasts and outlined her elliptical areolae. Her weight was proportional to her height. Her bikini button held onto her perfectly curved ass, tight and just small enough to outline her Brazilian vaxed Vagina.

"Mrs. Johnson. Is that you? I thought you looked familiar."

She did not expect to be recognized nor identified. Surprised and embarrassed she reached for the towel to cover herself.

"Oh, No! Sorry to have interrupted your time in the sun."

He savored her voluptuous body and his eyes were fixed on her smooth thighs leading to her pussy.

"Joe Segar!, what are you doing here?"

He moved closer to her chair, "I needed some time for myself. I had to get away."

"Me too. I didn't think I would be found out here."

He splashed the sun tan oil on his palms. She stared at his athletic body as he rubbed his chest.

"Alone?"

She shook her head confirming, "And you?" With his finger, he lowered his Oakleys down his nose's bridge and winked, "Yes. Mrs. Johnson. I usually travel alone."

A smirk escaped her lips. She knew he was checking her out and enjoyed the attention she was receiving.

"May I apply some oil on your beautiful body?"

"Why not?" She thought and turned to lay on her stomach. His oily hands started dabbing her neck and moved ever so slowly down her back, gently massaging her spine. He looked around and saw that there was just another couple in the far end of the pool. His fingers played around the bikini string knotted on her back.

"You enjoy tan lines?"

She hesitated before responding, "Go ahead. I prefer not." He untied the knots and her bikini top loosened to display her fleshy mounds pressed down onto the sunlounger. He splashed oil on her back and gently gave her a rub.

"You look lovely, Mrs. Johnson. Smooth skin."

Her response was "Hmmm! Thank you. I don't get that often."

"Mr.Johnson is a lucky man." He was thinking of his own 'Johnson' in his shorts.

As he massaged her back, he dexterously moved his hands down her lower back and kneaded her well developed ass cheeks. Mrs.Johnson relished his massage and swooned with pleasure. The 21 year old's fingers pushed into her ass crack. She quickly turned to lay on her back. Joe exclaimed, "Woa! Mrs. Johnson."

She covered her breasts with her hands. He reached for the sun tan oil. She looked around to see if they were being watched. Joe was persistent. He oiled her belly and began to move his hands up to her hands that covered her breasts and down to the bikini bottom covering her pussy.

Her body began to respond to his massage. Her hands slowly fell to her sides.

"May I?" She nodded and almost immediately felt her jugs being oiled and kneaded. His fingers caressed her nipples and his palms pressed down into her fleshy cups.

"Aaah! This is heavenly. You are really good at it."

He focused his attention on her nipples. His fingers caressed them and moved to gently pinch them. Her body shivered with pleasure as she begged, "Harder!"

His cock was hard in this shorts. One hand on her left breast, his other traced down her belly, slipped into her bikini bottom, and his finger found its way into her wet hole. She was startled. She pushed him away and sat up.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No!. This is not right! I'm old enough to be your mother!"

"But your are not my mother. Even if you were I would still..."

"Oh Shhh!" She waved and silenced him. She saw Joe licking his finger that just dipped into her cunt. She covered her chest with the towel and anxiously looked around. She was breathing heavy and hard. He sat next looking at her. She turned her face away.

"Please leave."

Joe's cock was hard as a rock. He could smell her cunt on his finger. He put his hands on his shorts to cover his crotch and moved back to the chaise where he was when he first recognized her. He gave her privacy. He sat back to taken in the sun again.

Few minutes went by. He turned his head and saw Mrs.Johnson had left. He, shaking his head with disappointment, stared at the empty lounge chair. Struggling to keep his hard cock down, he walked quickly, racing to the elevators. Entering his room he stripped down his shorts and showered. The images of Mrs.Johnson were fresh in his mind and kept his cock erect throughout the shower and after as he laid naked on the bed. He made up his mind. He was determined to have see her again.

That evening, he strolled up and down the hotel, convention areas, and restaurants looking to run into Mrs.Johnson. Just when he was going to give up and retire to his room for the night, he saw her, alone, sitting in the dark corner of the bar in the lobby. The candle on the table barely provided any light. He was uninhibited. Courageously he walked and sat at her table. The bottle of red wine was almost empty and her hand held onto the stem of the glass as she sipped some more wine.

"I'm so sorry if I..."

She had the wine glass pressed to her lips, "Shh! Don't be. I should be the one apologizing."

"Mrs.Johnson, I was thinking about you all afternoon and evening."

"Me Too" she thought in her mind. Her hand tapped the seat next to hers. He moved to sit next to her. She looked as ravishing in the dark as she was in the afternoon by the poolside.

"I couldn't take my mind of you. I went through the entire hotel looking for you."

"I was thinking of you too and was hoping you will find me again"

He could smell red wine on her breath. He sat back and gently squeezed her hand.

There was a nervous sexual desire between the two. He wanted to rip her clothes off and sexually ravage her. She wanted him to seduce her and give her the release she longed for.

He raised his hand gesturing the waitress. When she arrived, he said, "Please put the lady's tab on my room 1432." Mrs.Johnson looked on nervously. The waitress acknowledged and left them alone.

He again whispered, "I assure you that I don't kiss and tell." His right hand caressed her left arm. He whispered into her left ear, "Room 1432. No pressure." He placed the spare room key on the table and quietly walked out. He did not turn back. He stepped into the elevator praying that she will soon follow him.

Being alone for Twenty minutes in his room felt like eternity. He paced frantically. A million thoughts went through his head. Finally, he heard the door knob click. He sensed her hesitancy. He moved to open the door and held her hand by her wrist. There was no turning back now. He glided her into the room.

"Thank you for coming!"

She walked inside with him leading her by her wrist. The windows were open. They could see the evening lit city skyline. He stood behind her with his arms around her waist.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

She nodded. She was dizzy and light headed after drinking alcohol. She muttered under her breath, "Are you going to take advantage of me?" He pulled her belly, moving her ass to his bulging crotch, "Only if you let me."

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. They looked out of the glass window admiring the lights. She felt his hands massaging her neck and slowly moving down to knead her breasts. In the glass reflection she saw his hungry eyes, filled with lust, practically undressing her.

"Mrs.Johnson. I've never felt like this with any other woman."

Her hand reached back to touch his pants, "It's been a long time since I've been..."

"Shhh! Mrs.Johnson."

"No! Let me say it." Her hand cupped his crotch, "Stan lost interest in me. It's been years."

Joe rolled the sleeves off her shoulders and turned her to face him, "Forget Stan tonight. Forget everybody, Forget I'm joe. Forget you are Mrs.Johnson."

She smiled, "Emily!"

"Okay! Forget you are Emily. Forget we know each other."

Her top hung at her waist. She stood in front of him in her white cotton bra.

"You look beautiful."

"Do I?" She asked with a lump in her throat and a tear in her eyes. Joe unstrapped her bra and led her to the bathroom and stood her in front of the mirror. She saw herself in her white cotton panties as he dropped her clothes to the floor. Her body was sensuous and looked delicious. She saw and felt his right hand pushing into her panties and touching her again like he did in the afternoon.

It was surreal. Her hairless pussy was soft, warm, and wet. He pulled his finger out of her wet lips and once again put it in his mouth, with a vocal, "Hmmmm! You are delicious."

Looking at him in the mirror, "I don't want this moment to end." She pushed her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. Joe whistled. She began to unbutton him. She had her boy toy naked in no time. They looked at each other in the mirror. He took her hand in his, raising it to his lips, and planted an extended kiss on it.

She grabbed his erect cock in her hand, turned off the right, and walked him to the bed, "Just enter me." She laid on the bed and spread her legs. He crawled to lie on top of her and his cock found its mark.

"Mph! Ummph! Slow! I want it all. I want to feel it move in." She gasped holding his ass with her feet, "There! Right There! Don't move." She moaned holding his entire body to hers. "Make love to me! I want to feel like a woman."

Joe put his lips on hers, pushing his tongue into her salivating mouth. His hips moved and rocked her pelvis. The union was complete. Mrs.Johnson felt penetration deep in her. Their bodies rocked. "I like that. Take it slow."

Her cunt lips held onto this cock as it pounded her. Joe's hands were under her shoulders as his cock dipped in and moved out of her wet pussy.

"Fuck! You fill me up. It's been so long. I forgot what it feels like. I feel like a virgin."

His movements into her were slow, steady, and rhythmic. He pushed further into her with each stroke. Beads of sweat appeared on Joe's forehead. Her cub was doing his best to impress her. She wanted to show him what she could do too.

"Let me ride you." He continued to push into her in their missionary position.

She cupped his face in her hands, "Let me get on top of you." He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. With his cock deep in her, Her hands pressed into his chest, and her ass moved to fuck her young gigolo. Her tits swayed with her nipples moved directionless as if they had a mind of their own. Soft moans, groans, and grunts grew louder. Her ass danced to his upward thrusts. His cock pulsating in her gripping cunt.

"Just like that! Take Mamma!" Her hands grabbed her breasts and she bounced on his cock as she rode her lung bronco. Phat! Phat! Slap! Noises mixed well with their deep grunts and moans were a part of their sexual symphony. Mrs.Johnson was in total control. Her nails dug into his chest, scratching and scarring him, and rupturing his white skin. The woman was strong. She pinned him down and seized him to her fancy. Her rodeo was unstoppable. She was relentless. She let her get seduced by the young lad. Now that she did, she was going to take every bit of him she can.

Joe has never been fucked like that in his life. He kept up with the aging nymph.

Her opening was plugged air tight. She was draining his energy. In her drunken stupor, she lost all sense of reality.

"Grab my breasts, pinch my nipples." He followed her instructions. Her neck arched and threw her head backwards.

"Fuck! Don't Stop!" He tightened his grip on her drooping tits.

"Squeeze them harder. Is that all you got?" She challenged him.

She squealed as her breasts turned scarlet. Her body shook.

"Oh Lord! Gawd! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!"

She looked down and playfully slapped his face, "Give it to me! I'm cumming!. Bring it home, Joey!."

He raised his hips for deeper penetration. "That's it, do it again" she commanded.

He was amused. Her instructions made his erection harder. He played along. She slapped him again. His face turned red. This time he extended his hand and slapped her back.

"That's it. Hit me again." His cock pulsing into her. He slapped her face again and then her ass. She wanted more. Her hands were vigorously rubbing her clit.

"ES! YES! YES! AAAEEE! OOOO! I'm CUMMING. FUCK! I'm CUMMING!"

Her screams, yelps, and the spanking brought Joe to his climax too.

"Mrs. Johnson. Here cums! HERE CUMS! "

She didn't have a care in the world. His balls drained his semen into her.

They were sweating. The bedsheets were soaked. The fragrance of their body fluids filled the room. Joe's cock was hurting and he moaned aloud. Mrs. Johnson was exhausted and fell on him.

"Oh my gawd! What a night!" She laughed, "My lord. What a night!"

Joe innocently asked, "Did you CUM?"

Giggling, then howling, and laughing loudly, " DID I CUM? FUCK! I HAVE NEVER CUM LIKE THIS. I probably had multiple orgasms. I THINK YOU BROKE ME! IT'S GOING TO TAKE SOME RECOVERING FROM THIS!"

He too laughed, "I think I busted one nut."

She hugged him and kissed him, "Wow! I think I can get used to this." He rolled her on the bed and laid on top of her. Kissing her, "Emily! You are the most sensuous, sexy, and beautiful woman I ever met."

"You are being kind." She started kissing his face, licking his cheeks, and sucking on his tongue. His cum trickled out of her pussy as she crossed her thighs over his legs. She gave him a playful slap and kissed him again, "Thank you Joey. That was the best sex I had in my life."