Bill Brady, a High School Guidance Counselor, 44 yo, was Roger’s friend who had lost his wife a year ago; Roger invited him to an independence-day picnic at Jeannie’s home. Bill was about 5’10’’ tall, weighed about 185lb; he had brown hair that was thinning from the front, and a brown mustache.
Angie Adams, a friend of Jeannie who just retired as a nurse supervisor, was invited by Jeannie to the picnic. Her husband, Bud, died of Alzheimer’s disease at the age of 66. Angie was a 58 yo dark-skinned lady, about 5’2’’; with short gray – brown hair and large brown-gray eyes. She had been through menopause and her big boobs got bigger due to hormone replacement therapy. Because of Bud’s illness and death, she had not been intimate with a man for over three years.
Jeannie introduced Angie to Bill, and they hit it off right away. Bill listened patiently to Angie as they sat and spoke a short distance from the others.
Angie said, “Bud was my husband for 35 years. It was frustrating when I lost him. I gave everything I had. I was not strong enough to take care of him during the last month of his life.”
Bill replied, “Yes, it is frustrating when we cannot help our loved one. I saw an active and energetic Mary debilitated by cancer in less than a year.”
Bill continued, “I’m sure you did a lot for your husband and sacrificed a lot. I hope you get to relax a bit and take care of yourself.”
Angie said sympathetically, “I am sorry your wife suffered so much and for your loss. I like to walk; perhaps, you can join me one day.”
A few days later, when Bill called, Angie agreed to go for a long walk with him next morning. During the walk in a park, Angie and Bill talked about their lives in general. After walking, Angie and Bill decided to have a cup of coffee.
Angie talked longingly about Bud, “I miss him very much. He used to take me out to restaurants regularly. He was ill for three years before he died. I forgot what loving is.”
She paused and murmured, “He was a good lover in his own way.”
Bill asked gently, “What do you mean, in his own way?”
Angie replied, “Based on overhearing younger friends at work, now a days there is much oral sex between men and women.”
Bill gently asked, “Are you saying Bud never ate you or you didn’t blow Bud?”
Angie blushed and said softly, “I did that to Bud couple of times. He did it to me when I asked him for it. What about you?”
Bill said, “I love to eat pussy. If I am given only one wish before I die, I would choose eating pussy. But, I prefer making love to getting a BJ. Oh, eating pussy is not fattening!”
Angie laughed heartily for the first time in a long while. Bill then said, “Angie, I like you. I am lonely too. Would you like to have dinner with me and may be go dance afterwards?”
Angie agreed. The following Friday, Bill took a bouquet of flowers to Angie. He wore a nice blue shirt, navy blue slacks, and a jacket. Angie was very pleased Bill brought her flowers; she put them in a vase. She dressed in a navy blue skirt and light blue, silk, sleeve-less blouse that showed her generous cleavage. She wore gold-plated earrings and a necklace.
Angie and Bill went to an Italian restaurant. They ordered different pasta dishes; they shared a bottle of wine, and enjoyed each other’s company. Angie had a great sense of humor and could tell many stories. After dinner, it was still early to go dancing. Bill drove to a park and they sat on a bench in a secluded area.
Bill held Angie’s hand, kissed it, and said, “You look beautiful and smell nice. Thank you for spending this evening with me.”
Angie snuggled up to Bill and cooed, “Bill, I’m glad you think I am beautiful. I like you too. Please, just hold me close to you for a while.”
Bill held Angie close to him, kissed her forehead and briefly on her lips. After several minutes in the park, they went to a club that had a small band. They each ordered a glass of wine and after they had taken couple of sips of wine, Bill invited Angie to the dance floor. First, they danced without touching each other. When the band started playing a slow number, Angie moved in to Bill’s arms as both just shuffled their feet. Bill felt Angie’s boobs pressing in to him. In turn, Angie felt Bill’s hard on pushing in to her belly.
During the next slow dance, Bill steered Angie to a darker area of the dance floor and squeezed her buttocks. Angie looked up at Bill, smiled, and rubbed his hard on with her delicate hand.
After couple more dances, Angie said, “Bill. Let’s go to my place and relax.”
Bill parked his car in the attached garage of Angie’s home, and, after removing his jacket, sat in a living room sofa while Angie freshened up. She brought two glasses of water, a bottle of white wine, and two wine glasses. She sat in a chair facing Bill.
Bill said, “Angie, please dim the lights and come sit with me. I promise not to bite!”
Angie laughed, turned off the bright lights, and sat next to Bill. After a few minutes, she sat in Bill’s lap. Bill kissed her on the lips without forcing them open, but Angie soon pushed her tongue in to Bill’s mouth, which he sucked avidly. She unbuttoned Bill’s shirt and rubbed his firm chest for several minutes. She also felt Bill’s cock lump on her ass.
Angie cooed to Bill, “I grew up in a strict home; I was a virgin when I married Bud. You are my second boy friend. I am glad I make you hard with desire.”
Bill replied quietly, “Angie, you are a beautiful woman. During dancing, I felt your lovely feminine curves. Please let me see your boobs.”
Blushingly, Angie nodded her head. Bill helped Angie take off her blouse. Angie had large boobs encased in a white silk bra. The white bra added allure to her dark skin.
Bill murmured, “They are beautiful,” and rubbed his palms all over them; he located and pinched her nipples gently as Angie closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. Bill then suckled Angie’s nipples, one at a time, through her bra fabric.
Recognizing, Angie was enjoying having her boobs sucked, Bill pleaded, “Please take off your bra, so I can suck your nipples.”
Again, blushingly, Angie obliged. When she took off her bra, Bill let out a gasp and muttered, “Angie, you have very lovely boobs,” and immediately began sucking her dark nipples and fondling her boobs. In response, Angie squirmed in Bill’s lap rubbing her ass against his hard on.
Bill knew that Angie’s pussy was juicy and she would let him eat it. But, he was afraid of scaring her away. He thought his chances would be high if they both were standing up.
Bill whispered, “Angie, I have to go to the bathroom. Also, I’m thirsty; please fix a glass of cold water for me.”
Reluctantly Angie got up and went to the kitchen; Bill went to the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, Bill saw Angie at the kitchen sink fixing two glasses of water; she had put back her bra.
