New Year's Resolutions

New Year's resolutions -- 2

Tuesday, January 3rd, 8:10 PM

"Park Avenue 7283, tonight, eight fifteen," I softly repeat to myself.

I check my watch. Ten past eight. And so I drive on, started the fifth circle around the block.

Am I crazy? Is this a practical joke? Will she be there, waiting with a bunch of friends, with me as the victim for some TikTok joke? Or did she just give me a random address, and while I face some strangers who have no idea why I ring their door?

But I

have to try. I

have

to know. If I don't do this now, then I'm sure I'll have regrets for the rest of my life over the opportunity I might have missed. Yes, if she is pranking me, then I might regret that for the rest of my life too, but then at least I am certain. And, who knows, what if this is

not

a prank?

Finally, it's fifteen past eight. Time. I park my car and get out. I nervously check my clothes one more time. A clean pair of jeans. A nice shirt on top of it. No tie or bow, that would be way too formal. A warm coat, because the evening is chilly. My teeth freshly brushed, my beard neatly trimmed, and my best smelling after shave -- yes, I have done all that I can to look my best. Reassured, I ring the bell.

It doesn't take long before I hear footsteps. Sounds like someone descending stairs. Then I hear a door open and close, followed by steps in the hallway, as I see, through the frosted glass, the silhouette of someone approaching the door. And then the door opens. I can't suppress a sigh of relief as I see it's indeed her who opens the door. The woman I met this morning in the gym. The woman I fucked without even knowing her name.

She's wearing a light dress that hangs loosely on her body. Her cleavage is deep enough that her breasts are only very barely covered. Above her breasts, two thin straps go up to her neck. Her shoulders and arms are bare, as is most of her legs -- her dress ends just barely underneath her crotch.

"Ah, you came. Good! Come in!"

I wordlessly step into the hallway. As she closes the door, I see that her back is even more exposed than her front. The fabric of her dress starts just an inch or so above her buttocks. Then she turns back towards me. She doesn't say anything either, but she does close her arms around my neck, and press her mouth against mine. I open my lips, and feel her tongue instantly enter my mouth, where it starts to wrestle mine. I of course answer her kiss with all the passion I have in me, and I also close my arms around her body and stroke the deliciously soft skin of her back.

But all of a sudden, way too fast for my liking, she breaks our kiss.

"Jesus, dude! The way you are dressed! I hope I didn't give you the impression that we're going on a date?"

"Euhh, not really," I lie, as I desperately try to figure out what other reason she could have for inviting me.

She once more looks me over from top to toe, and a broad smile appears on her face.

"Well, very kind of you to put in the effort. Nice gesture. But I have planned a very different dress code for this evening."

With those words, she moves her hands behind her neck. I see her hands move, but don't know what exactly she is doing -- until she lifts her hands, and the straps that held the dress on her neck let loose. Her dress instantly flows down on the floor, and she once more is stark naked in front of me. I instantly feel my dick harden again at the sight of her wonderful firm breasts, her slender waist, her flat, slightly toned stomach, and of course her gorgeous cunt underneath that nicely trimmed triangle of pubic hairs.

She lets me watch her. As I look up, I see pride in her eyes. But that is soon replaced by a naughty smile on her lips.

"Don't you feel a bit

overdressed

for the occasion?"

I smile back at her.

"Yes, you are right. But what are you going to do about it?"

She doesn't reply, but she clearly understands the invitation. She steps up to me and slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, making her fingers brush my chest and later my stomach every time. Once the last button is undone, her fingers glide across the placquets back up, and then she pushes down my shirt so it drops on the floor. Her fingers take a moment to play with the hair on my chest. But then she gets down on her knees. Her hands work my belt buckle until it comes loose. The button my my jeans is next, then the zipper. Hastily, impatiently, she pushes my pants down, and I lift my feet so she can strip them off completely. Then she sits back up again. She runs her hand over the bulge in my boxer shorts. Then she puts her lips on that bulge and gives it a long, wet kiss. But then she resolutely grabs the top of my boxer shorts and pulls them down in one quick movement, pushing my hard cock down for a moment, until, freed from the fabric, it jumps up, slaps against my stomach, and then continues to point upwards, trembling.

With my underwear still around my ankles, she grabs my hard dick with one hand and slowly pulls my foreskin back. The finger of her other hand touches the tip, where a droplet of precum has just formed. She brings her finger to her mouth to taste my arousal, and then she opens her lips and, without hesitation, takes my solid staff deep in her mouth. I moan and let my hairs glide through her gorgeous brown hairs. It feels great, the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue caressing my dickhead, her lips that close tightly around my shaft as she bobs her head up and down, making my dick glide in and out of her mouth. She keeps blowing me like that for a few minutes, her mouth around on the head of my dick, her hand on its base, my hands in her hair and neck, careful, to make sure I don't push her deeper on my dick than she wants. But then she stops.

"Perhaps we should go upstairs? In bed is more comfortable."

"I'd love to!" I reply.

She leads the way, treating me once more to a great view of her gorgeous back and her tight ass. A door to the right leads into a cozy living room. A spiral staircase takes us upstairs, and as I follow her up, I not only see the movements of her tight buttocks with every step she takes, but I also admire her sexy cunt. She looks down, smiles as she seems me look, and then gives her hips a sexy extra twirl, but then walks further up. In the upper hallway, she leads the way through the door on the left, and then I find myself in a bedroom that is furnished in a simple yet elegant style. A double bed in the middle, with night stands on either side. Behind the bed is a large photo of a sexy man, wearing nothing but a boxer short. A television is on the other side. Apart from that there is nothing in the room, except a door to a walk in closet.

She lies down on the bed and beckons me closer.

"Come. Lick me."

"I'd love to!" I reply again.

I kneel between her feet and lower my head between her thighs. With a deep breath, I inhale the slightly sour sweetness of her cunt, but then I don't wait any longer. I put my mouth on her cunt and press my tongue between her wet labia. Then I lick all the way up, to her clitoris, where I linger for a moment, and then back again, all the way down. When my tongue finds her hole, I apply some pressure, and I feel my tongue slide into her tight tunnel.

I keep pushing my tongue in and out of her cunt for a while, but then I bring it back up to devote my attention to her clit. I lick that sensitive button a few times, circle it with my tongue, and then press harder. With my lips over my teeth, I bite it gently, listening to hear if she moans in pleasure or pain. She seems to like it, so I repeat that one more time, and then I suck her clit in and slide my tongue over it in my mouth.

She starts to moan louder and louder, and I feel restless shivers running through her body. I decide to up the pace a bit. Time to add my hands. One hand goes on her belly, then further up, until it finds her firm breasts. And at the same time, I push the index and middle fingers of my other hand deep into her soaking wet cunt, pull them back, and push them in again. Her enthusiastic sounds convince me to pump my fingers in and out of her tight cave ever faster and harder, while my tongue never leaves her clit alone for a moment. Her movements get more and more restless. Her hands grab my head, push me against her cunt, and claw wildly in my hair. I hear how her breathing speeds up, how her moans get louder and louder. And then an enormous shiver runs through her body, her moan turns into a scream of pleasure, and I feel a few warm spurts of cunt juice flowing out over my fingers.

Once past the peak of her orgasm, I keep my fingers still. But I continue to lick her clit calmly, until I hear a deep sigh, and notice from the relaxation of her body, that the last waves of her orgasm now have also passed. Then I lie down next to her. I stroke her sweaty hair and her face, then I kiss her. First on her cheek, then, when she turns her face towards me, on her mouth, and we once more kiss for a long time before we let go and lie down next to each other.

She gets up and tries t straddle me, but I push her back onto the mattress.

"Don't you want to fuck?" she asks, surprised.

"Later. I'm not in a hurry. Just enjoy your orgasm for a while, I enjoy how satisfied you look now and how relaxed you lie next to me."

As I say this, I gently caress her breasts. She smiles, brings a hand to my hard cock, and starts moving my foreskin up and down at a lazy pace. It feels nice, but she moves slowly enough that it doesn't make me hornier than I already am.

"I'm Janice, by the way. I don't think I've said that yet."

"Evert," I reply, and then, with a smile, "Is that the new dating of the current generation? First have two sex two times, before the introductions?"

"We're not done yet," she laughs, "so it's not more than one and a half times."

But then I get serious again.

"Janice, I need to ask this. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you have sex with me?"

"You mean this morning? Yeah, what can I say. I got horny when I saw you. Just a little at first. But then I saw your erection, and it got worse. And then your hands on my back... washing my back started out as a game, a challenge, to see what you would do, but you had more of an effect on me than I expected. Yeah, the popular opinion is that men are always horny and women are never in the mood. Bullshit! I love sex. It's been almost three months since I broke up with my boyfriend, I was ready to get fucked hard again. With a real dick, not some fake rubber thing."

"But why me? Why not someone else?"

"There was no one else in that shower, remember. And besides, like I said this morning, you may not be the prettiest or sexiest guy, but you have a pretty face and your dick looks good. And by now I know it feels good too."

I laugh.

"Yes, this morning I understand that the supply was limited. But I mean,... now. Why did you invite me here? With your looks you can get any man, why not a tight and well-built man of your own age?"

Now she laughs.

"Thanks for the compliment, Evert. Believe me, not every man. Tastes differ, not everyone is into my type. But you're right, if I want to, I can always get free drinks in the bar. I get a lot of interest. But I just don't want the hassle. It's been only three months since I broke up with him. I don't want a relationship now. Men my age? When I just look at them they seem to think I want a relationship. No way! Just give me a good lay, and then go back to your own home. I assumed that, with the age difference, you wouldn't assume that I want more."

"So that's why you startled when you saw that I had dressed up?"

She nods in agreement.

But then she greedily eyes my crotch, and speeds up her hand movements on my fuckpole.

"Enough talking," she says, "I invited you to fuck, so now I want to fuck!"

She gets up again, and this time I don't stop her. She straddles me, grabs my dick, and points it up and against her cunt. Then, with not even a second of hesitation, she lowers herself on my hard rod, as a satisfied moan escapes her mouth.

"Oh, yes, that feels good. You have

no

idea how much I have missed having my cunt filled with a real dick!"

I want to reply, but just then Janice raises her body and then lowers herself again, giving my cock a delicious massage with the insides of her fucktube. The only thing my throat can muster is a raw and happy groan.

"Sounds like you enjoy this just as much as I do!"

While saying that, Janice ups her tempo. Again and again, she lifts her hips and then lowers herself again. Over and over my rock hard fuckpole glides in and out of her tight cunt. Over and over, I enjoy the feeling of my dick being massaged on all sides simultaneously.

I move my hands up towards Janice's breasts and play with those two dancing globes of warm, soft, firm flesh. I massage them, squeeze them gently, play with her nipples.

"Oh, yes! Yes, play with my tits. Don't stop!"

I do as requested, while she keeps fucking me at an insane pace. Then, all of a sudden, she pushes herself as deep as possible on my dick and holds still. A shiver runs through her body, she moans loudly, and I feel how her orgasm makes her cunt contract around my dick. I close my eyes and try to focus on today's news, in an attempt to postpone my own orgasm. It works.

"Give me a minute," I say, as Janice wants to start moving again, "I am very close. If you start now, I'll cum within the minute. Wait a bit, then I can keep going for longer."

"Longer sounds good," Janice says, as she bends her upper body over me.

I close my arms around her back and pull her even closer, so that her breasts press against my hairy chest and our faces are close. Then I kiss her, and we again stretch the kiss into what seems to be a too short eternity.

"Can we resume?" she asks, after our mouths detach.

I say nothing. With my hands firmly on her back, I get up, turn us around, and lay her with her back on the bed. I manage to stay inside her all that time. As soon as she lies, I pull back and thrust forward again.

"Oh, yyhhess!! Fuck me!"

I do. I vary the speed and power. I start with long, slow strokes. Pull back until just the tip of my dick is in her. Wait a second. Then back in, excruciatingly slow. Then I suddenly switch to a fast pace, pistoning my hips back and forth as fast and as hard as I can. And then I stay still, deep in her, pull back slowly, and then thrust forward so hard that the bed shakes. I hold still again, move my hips in very small circles, so that my dick moves around in her cunt, and then I return to the fast pace again. In, out. In, out. Ever faster and ever wilder, I fuck her, until I feel her nails scratch my back, and hear and feel at the same time how Janice cums again. Now I can't stop it anymore. I once more thrust my dick deep inside her, with all the force I have, and then keep it there, as I deposit multiple spurts of her sperm deep inside her tunnel.

We lie still for a few minutes. Janice on her back, I above her, using my elbows to support my weight, my shrinking dick still inside her. I kiss her one final time, and our tongues dance their own dance of passion. But then I roll off her and collapse next to her on the bed, exhausted but very satisfied. I close my eyes and enjoy the relaxation.

But then I hear an unknown female voice.

"Hi Janice, are you... Oh, shit, I believe I'm interrupting. Sorry!"