I rolled over in bed, stretched and yawned.
"Clink, clink."
The noise was coming from downstairs; it must be what had woken me up. I got out of bed and quietly crept down the stairs. I was hoping I would finally catch whomever had been breaking into my house and stealing my liquor. I hadn't called the police as it was just a bottle now and then, and I figured it was one of the neighborhood kids and I just wanted to scare the bejesus out of whoever was doing it.
I peaked around the corner, saw the culprit and started to yell, when I froze. Bent over, reaching into my cabinet was one of the finest asses in the neighborhood. But it did not belong to a kid; it was Mrs. Adams from next door.
She was around 40, 5'3", auburn hair, very taut and trim. She was always the proper lady when you met her in public, yet here she was, stealing my liquor. I was confused for a moment, but then realized I had an opportunity here.
I had fantasized about this woman for at least two years, many an enjoyable moment in the shower had been spent thinking about her bent over just like this, though with less clothes on. She was wearing loose fitting sweats, but they draped over her perky ass cheeks wonderfully. She had on a tight fitting t-shirt and by the swell in the shirt it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.
I crept up behind her, savoring the moment. My cock was already rock hard, tenting the front of my sleeping shorts. I grabbed her hips, pushed my cock against her luscious ass and whispered, "Freeze, caught you."
She yelped, spun her head back to look at me causing her shoulder length hair to flip very sexily over her shoulder as we made eye contact. She did not drop the bottle of Kahlua in her hands, which I must give her credit for; both for not dropping it and her good taste.
"Mrs. Adams," I asked, "what exactly are you doing here?"
"Let go of me," she demanded, struggling to break free. I spun her by her hips and aimed her towards the couch. I walked her forward, my hips and cock never breaking contact with her ass. She squirmed and struggled the whole way, only succeeding in making me harder as her ass rubbed back and forth across my cock the whole way. When her head reached the couch, I stopped and she propped her head on the couch. She was still holding the bottle of Kahlua, which I thought was quite impressive.
"Mrs. Adams, I asked you a question."
"Let go of me, dammit."
I let go with one hand and smacked her right ass cheek as hard as I could, then grabbed her again with both hands on her hips and shoved my cock against her ass and pushed her face harder into the cushions of the couch.
"I don't think you are in any position to make demands, do you Mrs. Adams?"
Suddenly she broke down and started crying, "Please don't tell anybody, what are you going to do to me?"
I smacked her ass again, "Mrs. Adams, you still haven't answered my question."
She sobbed and gasped, "My husband controls all the money, when he goes out of town he just gives me a few dollars and I have to keep all the receipts, I have no life. He controls everything. I just want to get drunk and have a good evening, even if I am by myself. I have snuck in here a few times and taken your liquor and nobody ever noticed, so I just wanted to do it again. I am so sorry. Please let me leave and I'll never do it again."
"I don't think so, Mrs. Adams. It is not going to be that easy." I pushed my cock against her ass again, "I think I am going to need some compensation for the liquor and the intrusion."
"But I have no money; I told you he controls everything."
"Not everything, Mrs. Adams, not everything," I pushed her farther into the couch, her tits were now against the edge, her head was still turned looking at me and I could feel her tense. As my cock was between her cheeks, I could feel her muscles tighten in fear thru my cock.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a very small voice.
"I mean there are other ways you can pay me."
"No," she sobbed, "I have only been with my husband."
"Do you want him to know about your thievery and drinking? We can always tell him."
"No, he can't know."
"Then pull down your pants."
"NO," she screamed.
"You have no choice. Do it, now!"
Sobbing, she dropped the bottle, reached back, grabbed her sweats and pulled them down to her knees, crying all the while. I couldn't believe it. The woman I had fantasized about forever was giving into me. This was beyond my wildest fantasies.
I slowly rocked my hips forward, my cock still in my shorts and harder than I had ever remembered. Mrs. Adam's ass was even prettier naked than dressed. She had a thong on, but from my view she might as well as been as bare as the day she was born.
I stroked against her once, twice, a few more times. The whole time she was sobbing and whimpering into the couch.
"Mrs. Adams, take off your shirt."
"No," she gently cried.
"Yes, now," I whispered.
She shuddered, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts had a little sag but they were still very full. With a jolt, I noticed her nipples were hard.
"Mrs. Adams. You're aroused, aren't you?"
"No, never, you bastard," she whispered.
"When was the last time you were fucked?"
"Two; no, three months ago."
"Do you want it now?"
"I can't."
Smack, this time on bare skin, "That is not what I asked you."
"Yes, god help me, yes," she whispered.
"Then pull off your panties, and spread your legs for me."
Quietly sobbing, she pulled down her panties and spread her legs even farther. My fantasy was spread before me, naked and ready.