Hopefully you liked the first part of this story. I appreciate your time spent reading my stories and I hope that they bring you some enjoyment.
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I woke up, rolled over, and noticed a couple of things. First it was 9:00 AM, the sun was shining and I had a slight panic attack before realizing that it was Sunday. Second, I wasn't in my bed. I looked over and my landlady Mary was sleeping like a baby on her back, her chest slowly moving up and down, dressed in a black nightie as I realized I did not have a stitch of clothes on.
Wow, I thought it might be a dream
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I lay back for a minute and tried to recall everything that had happened the night before. We had made love like two teenagers in the living room in front of the fire before retiring to the bedroom. In fact, I was actually a little sore from using some muscles I hadn't used in a while. As I looked up at the ceiling, I felt her stir and she rolled over into me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Well good morning, sunshine," I said.
"Good morning."
"How did you sleep?" I asked.
"Mmmm, very good, thanks, how about you?"
"Like a rock."
"Mmm, nice," she purred.
"Mary that was incredible, I..." and she kissed me and put her fingers to my lips.
"Mike, just enjoy it, let's not get too much into things yet," she said as she gently kissed my shoulder and put her head on it.
"Fair enough, "I said and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Oh that sounds great," she said, "If you bring me some coffee I'll make breakfast in a bit."
"Deal!"
As I got up, she reached up and pinched my ass, causing me to stumble and laugh.
"By the way, nice ass," she said, "Among other things."
I went first to the living room to retrieve my boxer briefs and then headed to the kitchen to start the coffee. As I was making the coffee my mind was racing. What next? What now? What is our relationship going to be? Shit this was a big step and especially for a widow her age what does it mean? Are we casual, or serious? Do we share the same bed now? Living in the same house as the woman I just made love to, I can't really just take off for my house. What's the protocol for this?
Stop it Mike. You always overthink stuff. Just go with it.
It was a beautiful blue sky with no clouds as I looked out. The temperature on the thermometer already said 70 and it was supposed to be a great beach day. As is typical for the Cape, as they say, you can get all four seasons in one day. I fixed two cups of coffee and as I got ready to head for her bedroom, she came out in a black one piece bathing suit. It was kind of high cut and the top and sides were somewhat sheer, enough to make you wonder but not enough to really see a whole lot. Her boobs were held firmly by the suit and she was carrying her wadded up pantyhose in her hand. The sight of her like that caused the blood to start pumping again.
"I was just on my way," I said, "Wow that is a great bathing suit."
"Thanks,hon, " she said, "I guess these are no good anymore, you owe me one pair of Wolford tights."
"Ok, ok, fine, just put it on my bill," I laughed.
"Do you want to go to the beach today?" she asked as she took the coffee and sipped.
"Sounds good, let me go put on my suit."
She put her cup down and took mine out of my hand and set it down as well on the counter. We moved together to embrace and as we did, she bent over and grabbing the waistband, pulled my shorts to the floor, my semi erect cock popping out.
"What are you doing now?" I asked as she stood up and kissed me.
"It should be obvious, dumbass," she said as she reached down and grabbed me.
Slowly she started stroking me hard again as I pulled her straps down to free her massive tits. I grabbed both of them in my hands and started kneading them like two balls of dough, sliding my thumbs across her nipples as I kissed her back. All of a sudden, I got an idea and broke our embrace and turned to the cabinet and got out a bottle of olive oil. I went back to her, opened the bottle, and spread it on her boobs and then took a little and stroked myself a few times to lube my dick. Without a word, I led her back to the bedroom and had her sit on the edge of the bed and gently pushed her back so that she was lying on the bed with her legs over the edge and her feet on the floor.
"This ought to be interesting," she said. "What do you have in mind?"
I crouched down with my legs spread and as I squatted over her, I pushed her breasts together and slid my cock in between them, the head pushing through and touching her lips. She stuck her tongue out to lick it as I pulled back and began fucking them like a pussy. I got into a steady rhythm and she helped by holding her tits together as I continued to bury my cock in them.