I was sitting at my desk, munching on some chips and thinking about Lynn, our receptionist and her fantastic boobs. My cock began to stir again thinking of her hands stroking me off in the car; so needless to say, I tried to stay at my desk. It was really a grind dealing with the mundane things when all of a sudden an Instant Message popped up on my screen. It was Lynn asking me if I was at my desk. I IM'd her back saying I was and then my phone rang.
"Hi, Lynn."
"Hi Mark."
"How are you doing this afternoon?"
"I am doing ok, but all I can think about is you, Lynn."
'Same here, you really got me going," she said and then whispering "I'm soaked down there."
"Well we need to do something about that."
"I was thinking, I don't live far from here, why don't you come over when you get finished and I will make you some dinner."
"That sounds good," I said. Actually that sounds really good I thought to myself. My wife was out of town this week.
Lynn sent me an email with her address and called me on her way out the door to remind me, as if I needed a reminder! The tent in my pants was all I needed. I tried to finish up and about an hour later; I turned off my computer and left the office. Lynn lived in a nice four bedroom colonial about ten minutes from the office. I pulled up and parked in the driveway and walked up to the door, being careful as it was dark outside.
I knocked on the door and she opened it, smiling and I walked in and she closed the door. As soon as she closed the door she turned and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back and she broke the embrace.
"We'll save that for later. Right now, dinner is ready."
We walked into the dining room and sat down and had dinner and a glass of wine by candlelight. We made some small talk and as I looked around I saw pictures of her kids, grandkids, and her husband. Once dinner was done, she told me to go relax in the living room while she did the dishes and cleanup. I offered to help but she explained that she wanted to do it as it made her feel good to do this for a man.
After about fifteen minutes, she walked in and sat down next to me on the couch, with two cups of coffee for after dinner. The living room was nice with a TV, some bookcases, couch, loveseat, and recliner. I kind of smiled as it was a little dated, and she probably had not changed anything since her husband had died. Some soft music was playing on the radio and we sat and drank our coffee and chatted. I figured that since she was a little older, this must be the way she did things when her husband was alive, kind of an old school thing. As we talked, my eyes kept darting at her shapely legs and her breasts, the button undone a few buttons displaying her spectacular cleavage.
"This is really nice, Lynn."
"Thanks, Mark. It is so nice to cook for a man again after all these years."
I reached over and had her turn a bit and began to gently rub her back. She leaned in a little bit as I slowly rubbed her neck and shoulders. As I did so I leaned into her and gently nibbled on her ear. She moaned softly as I did this and she shivered a bit.
"Mmm I like that, Mark."
"I'm glad, sweetie."
Slowly she turned toward me and our lips met, lightly at first. We paused and I took her glasses off and set them down on the coffee table and looked at her.
"You are really pretty, Lynn."
"Thanks, Mark, you are handsome yourself. You are always complimenting me."
Slowly we moved into each other, and our lips parted as we kissed again. Her arms were down as I reached in with my left hand inside her blouse, to feel the satin bra restraining her enormous breasts. She pulled back a little and began unbuttoning her blouse all the way as I continued to kiss her, and I helped her shrug it off. The black satin bra dug into her a bit and the top of her pantyhose went over her stomach and came up just below the line of her bra. I loved the roundness of her stomach and found it an immense turn on.
Her breathing was getting a little quicker and shallower as I continued to rub her breasts, first one and then the other. I loved the feeling of her nipples through the fabric as I squeezed and rubbed her huge tits. I had long dreamed of being able to do this and I was enjoying the moment. She still seemed a bit shy so I grabbed her hand and moved it to my crotch. At first she just left it there, not moving it, but then slowly, as we kissed some more, her hand began moving back and forth on it. Reaching behind her, I undid the clasp of her bra and slipped my hand underneath her left breast, its fullness more than filling my hands. She gasped slightly as I cupped her breast, and I leaned in and began licking around the areola, flicking her nipple with my tongue. Her nipples were extremely erect and large, and very sensitive. By doing this, she seemed to get more excited, and she was now squeezing my erection through my pants. I could feel the strain against my underwear and pants, and knew the precum was now flowing freely.
I removed her bra as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I took it off as she set her bra down. I leaned in and began licking and biting her ear and whispered to her to unzip my pants. I reached down to undo my belt as her hands unzipped me and she reached in to pull out my engorged cock.
I stood up and kicked off my shoes and pants and underwear, my cock sticking straight in front of her face. She reached out to grab it again and kissed it gently.
"Oh it has been so long, I never thought I would get to do this again."
Saying nothing, I pushed toward her mouth and she took it in, licking the head and stroking it. It was always a fantasy to fuck an older lady and seeing her with her gray haired wig on, licking my cock was awesome. I pulled back and had her lay on the couch, unbuttoned her skirt and slid it off of her, leaving her in her pantyhose and nothing else.
I began rubbing her thighs as I stood above her and to the side and then climbed in between her legs, licking her thighs and playing with her clit through her hose which were soaked with her juices. She had a very hairy pussy.
