It was a most unusual night, to say the least. I'd just entertained friends at my annual Fourth of July party at my home near the beach, where fireworks would soon be fired off, and had the orgasm of my life at the end of Timmy's quite talented tongue.
The curly-haired blonde 18-year-old was helping me clean up after the party, and we'd found ourselves in my pantry, where after he'd licked some icing off his arm with the longest tongue I'd ever seen, I'd taken him prisoner of my lusty old thighs, clamping his face to my hairy pussy where that immensely talented tongue cruised its way to a pounding, mouth-flooding orgasm, the best I'd ever had in my 59 years on earth.
The boy was a dear, so eager to please, and as I looked at that impossibly sexy bulge in his shorts, the slender hardness running down the baggy leg of it, his eyes imploring me for release, I smiled.
"Our guests will soon be heading to the beach, Timmy," I'd said, pulling him to me for a scorching kiss with that long tongue, his cock grinding into the front of my short summery dress. "I suggest you and I hang back and watch from my upstairs deck. I promise, it'll be the best seat in the house."
Teasingly, I lifted my skirt to flash him my creamy smooth ass in my thong as I left the pantry and the hard-cocked boy watching it.
I mingled with the guests as they left for the beach, knowing Timmy was struggling in the pantry to reduce that throbbing boner before he could come out. My good friend Linda, a well-built fleshy grandmother herself at 62, came up to me, drink in hand, smiling mischievously.
"Where have you been, hon?" she grinned, well into her cups and swaying side to side, her gray-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. "I thought you'd disappeared."
"Oh, no, just tidying up the pantry, that's all," I sighed, my pussy tingling at the memory of just how tidy I'd gotten in there.
As if on cue, the pantry door cracked open and out stepped a sheepish Timmy, looking left and right and not seeing Linda and I standing in the kitchen, coming out, adjusting his shorts and heading for the bathroom. Linda turned to me, that smile on her face.
"Uh-huh," she said, wiggling her drink in her hand before slugging it down with a wink. "My, my, my, Veronica Leonard, you are so full of naughty surprises."
I just smiled as she sauntered away to the bathroom, rapping it with her knuckles.
"Timmy, don't be long," she said, looking at me with that smile. "Other people gotta go, too, you know..."
I'd assumed Timmy had gone in there to relieve himself, in more ways than one, and had been cut short by the knocking. I mouthed a quick "thank you" to Linda with a wink, and she roared, stepping aside when the flustered Timmy walked out seconds later, hustling by her.
"Sorry, Mrs. Schuster, sorry," he mumbled.
He walked up to me, looking around, all the other guests gone to the beach, where the setting sun would give way to glorious fireworks. I wrapped my arms around him and scooted back on the counter, taking him in my thighs, wrapping them around him and sucking that tongue into my mouth.
"Mrs. Leonard!" he cried softly, trying to pull my insistent legs from his ribs, his cock growing anew in his shorts. "She's..Mrs...she's in there..."
"Not for long, young man," I hissed, squeezing my scissoring thighs harder on him, making him groan, his hands pawing the tight, silky tanned flesh.
The door opened and I released Timmy from my grip, and he stumbled back, facing away as I greeted Linda, who helped herself to another drink.
"See you two at the beach?" she asked with a wink.
