V
I entered the apartment, and as promised, I heard the shower running. I Stepped into the bathroom and was shrouded by steam. Forget the mirror and the shower door being steamed up, I could barely see the had in front of my face. I stripped off my clothes and moved toward the shower. It was amazing how comfortable I had become with this business. I knew what waited behind the door for me was neither young or attractive, but I had had some truly amazing experiences since Bonnie had gotten her claws into me.
The thing that I found the most amazing was the fact that I was actually starting to look forward to these encounters. They were coming about twice a week now, and the scenarios were almost always the same, sneak in under cover of darkness, slip into a bed, and get ridden like a wild stallion. The refreshing part about it was that they were all so appreciative of the sex, that they didn't care if I just shot my load, got dressed and left. This was unheard of with the co-eds I had been accustomed to. There was always the "I hope this doesn't get in the way of our friendship" talk before and the mandatory "cuddle" time afterwards. After a few short weeks, I had come to realize that I actually liked fucking these older women more. There was no bullshit, no ties, and no commitment. It wasn't like I was parading some old bag down the street saying "Look what I've been nailing." They wanted anonymity, and I was glad to oblige. They wanted to live out some fantasies that they thought they would never have a chance to, and I truthfully found many of them exciting. In the past 2 weeks, I had been a telephone repairman, and a doctor, I had even been a rapist for one of the darker ones. I actually was having the time of my life, and didn't mind laying afterwards with my arm around them until they fell asleep, before sneaking back out. The cash didn't hurt either, I was pulling in an extra hundred a week, and the rent was paid. The only aspects that bothered me was the way I had been manipulated by Bonnie, and that I didn't see an exit strategy.
I stepped into the shower and was greeted with a view of a tremendous white ass. In fact, this woman's entire body was white. Unless I missed my guess, this was the large woman in her fifties who had been the first to grab my cock at Bonnie's reception. Her face was turned towards the shower, and her graying hair was matted down her back to just below her shoulder blades. I saw her rolls of fat drooping over her hips, and there were even slight rolls on her back. Three weeks ago, I would have been repulsed, but now, all I felt was a sense of intrigue. I wondered how long it had been since she had had a dick inside her, and the prospect made my cock throb. I moved behind her and touched her lightly on the shoulder. There was no reaction, she had obviously felt the cool air as I had entered the bathroom.
I reached around her with both arms and embraced her fat belly, my cock pushing against the crack of her ass. She pushed back, and I knew she was impatient. I rubbed my hands over her sagging midsection sliding smoothly with the water and soap. I kissed her shoulders and neck and was rewarded with moans of pleasure. I moved my hands up beneath her saggy tits and cupped them rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She moaned louder pushing hard against me, but I was determined to take my time with this one. With one hand still massaging her tit, I moved my other down her front. I felt her belly sagging over her abdomen, and embarrassed, she reached to pull my hand away. She obviously had wanted it this way so I wouldn't see her from the front. I was determined to let this woman know that her physical condition made no difference to my objective of giving her more pleasure than she had ever experienced.
