This is Simon's third outing as an expert cunning linguist and his target is a lively senior lady. Now if you want all your fantasies to be about young nubiles, or youthful babes, or even milfs with not a wrinkle on them, then this isn't your story. But the lady we meet is spunky and lively and healthy and knows what she wants. So maybe, along with Simon, you'll want to give her a try.
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Melissa and Janine took to calling it the Church Ladies' Cunning Club because most of the 'clientele' came from their religious group. Simon was grateful that he didn't have to do any 'recruiting' himself. Hell, he was old enough so that if he didn't hook up with anyone for many weeks it didn't really matter. Yet it was surprising how many women there were out there who wanted, what was it? Not really just a cheap hook up. And not really some kind of life commitment. They were career women, or divorcees or retired women of a certain age and they got a little misty-eyed when they discovered he was 'available,' self-supporting, funny, and easy to talk with.
Even a few younger women came his way. He didn't really know why until he had taken a few out to dinner after meeting at the theater or on the beach. They were often fierce about the way the current crop of 'eligible' men were pretty much slackers. Stuck in the old 'me caveman' mode or space cases with no ideas and no ambitions. And bad lovers. All about getting their own nut. So, nevermind.
But the perqs of the Cunning Club were that the gals who showed up at Janine's place had confessed to Melissa or Janine that they were hell-bent on getting off in the best way. And most were at least bi-curious, so there was a chance of getting a pretty nice show for his no-money (He never got or paid a buck for what he did, though some offered.)
But this second 'client'; were they goofing on him? After the wonderful "rainy night in Georgia," with the youngest and most
guapa
gal he had ever done, now he was supposed to service "Granny Burton," a woman of a least his vintage, maybe more. Was this going to be a night of "grin and
bare
it"? Oh, he knew that older women could have just as raging libidos as any youngster, maybe bigger, since men passed them by and they weren't getting much. But Melissa and Janine had said that Granny had no trouble getting men in the sack. Curious. Well, as long as they were clean and willing and were of the female persuasion he was along for the ride.
The woman who came in the door he would have happily cast as Mrs. Santa Claus. Oh, she wasn't heavy like St. Nick, but she had great rosy cheeks and a head of tight curly hair. Full lips spread in a beautiful smile over pretty teeth. Really pretty. Fit, though he couldn't tell what was under the frilly blouse. But a fine pair of legs below a flouncy skirt. The kind of gal he would love to take to a square dance and get loopy with on hard cider.
As though reading his thoughts, she handed Janine a jug and a bottle of bourbon as she sashayed in.
"Hey, J., why don't you heat some of this up and pour most of
this
in it with some cinnamon and nutmeg? It's chilly outside but let's get things warmed up
inside
, okay?"
She walked right over to him, put an arm around his waist and drew him close. Planted a serious kiss on his smacker and didn't stop until his ears were beginning to heat up.
"Okay. Nice kisser. You'll do fine."
Mid-kiss she slid a hand down his side and across the front of his jeans. Coming up for air, she purred, "Aha. Yes. A little animal stirring in the basement. Maybe we can exercise that puppy later."
She switched to Melissa and gave her an equally enthusiastic kiss.
"Good, very good.
That
gets my engine crankin', too. But tonight is about my hungry kitty getting her special treats. That's right, isn't it, Melissa? Simon?" She gave Melissa perky nipple a little twist and kissed her on the cheek. "And I'm in a hurry to get goin'."
Turning back to Simon, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over to a big, overstuffed recliner. Pushed him down and sat in the middle of his lap. Well-positioned. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and, taking Simon's hand, slid it onto her bare bosom. Not a bra to be found, but inside was a firm grapefruit-sized breast with remarkably long nipples.
"Squeeze 'em, tug 'em, grab 'em hard and rough 'em up a little. Suck 'em if you want. My girls like to know you're in the room and want what you want."
Simon did as instructed, his fingers tugging at the tight nipples, palms crushing the warm breasts, and Granny lay back against his shoulder.
"Keep it up," she murmured into his neck. Her hips were beginning a slow grind, finding just the right way to slide around his hardening pecker. "A nice firm ass for a person of a certain age, don't you think?" She twitched it. "And sonny boy's got a lovely stick to beat it with, don't he?"
Simon was literally in no position to disagree.
"Wet your fingers and twist that nip... please?"
Simon was happy to oblige and the invisible flesh got a little thicker and longer under his fingers.
"Hell, you know what you're doing to this old girl. I can feel those tweaks in my insides and I can't wait for you to jerk the other soft bits I got, but I'm gonna wait, even though I'm actually getting pretty juicy. Fancy that. But here's the cider and I have a powerful thirst."
Janine had returned with a tray of mugs and a steaming pitcher of grog. Simon reached for a cup and Granny lightly slapped his hand.
"Whoa, boy. Ladies first, even if there ain't any in this room. But, hon I really want to share a cup with you and I promise to feed you some if you just keep your hand on my titty and mebbe sneak over and visit the t'other one. She's gettin' lonely. And besides, I got a different job for you to do with that
other
hand of yourn. You just slide those handy digits under my skirt and move it right on up my leg. That's a good boy. Pretty hot under there, huh?"
She squirmed again and spread her legs so he had easy access. No granny pants, no bikini, no thong. Simply bare flesh all the way to heaven.
"You just keep on going till you can't go no more. I know a lotta gals just like to have their little pendant played with until they jump outta their skin. But I like me some butter churnin'. So dig in, dude. That's right, get it up in there."
Simon did as he was told. The old gal was hot and everything was nice and slippery.
"Wait. Wait a second while I put this mug down. I hate to waste a good drink. Okay. Now let's get at it." She grabbed his arm and hung on for dear life.
"Yup. That's it. Just stir me up now. Get 'em deep and then pull them almost all out. Yeah! Now do it again. Oh, good. Rub it, scratch it, tickle it. Oh, just stir me till I'm puddin'."
She was growling like a little cat now, her fingers digging into his arm, her mouth working on a serious hickey on the side of his neck. Hips beginning to buck.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Almost
got it. Now, fool, please thumb my bud. That's it. Just
punish
that little bump some. Oh, yes. Rub her hard now, any way you can."
Simon's hand was a wonderful mess, but it was an amazing experience to have this twisty cat all worked up in his lap. She was not coy. She was going for it because she knew exactly what she wanted. And Simon got a bonus. He looked up from Granny's squirming lap to see Janine and Melissa on a loveseat in the shadows by the fireplace. They were lost in a serious kiss with their hands squeezing and digging into each others' restless bodies. They stopped, panting, as Granny reached her peak.
"Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, here it IS!"
She went rigid, her hips pumping against his hand, one of her hands clamping his to her chest, the other on his wrist tugging his fingers in as deep as they could get; moaning into his neck, until the last shudder left her limp and damp on his lap. Melissa and Janine returned to their tongue kiss and Janine's moans gave encore to the main act.