The sun felt good on my chest and legs as I lounged on the second-story deck of my rented townhouse. It had a been a long week at work, and a few hours if doing nothing was exactly what I needed on this beautiful Saturday morning in late May. A light breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees and tinkled the windchimes hanging from the eve. I had my shirt off, trying to get some kind of a tan before summer really started. I had been working out over the past few months and had managed to keep my stomach pretty flat. Not bad, I thought (a little vainly) but I needed more of a tan and this beautiful lazy morning was the perfect opportunity. I wore my old pair of cutoff army fatigues, the most comfortable shorts I owned, and an old grungy Kansas City Chiefs ballcap pulled down over my eyes.
I reached for the Bloody Mary on the deck next to my lounge chair and felt a little guilty about drinking at ten in the morning. I had gone out with some of the guys last night and overdone it a little (maybe more than a little), and the booze was smoothing my mild hangover out just right. Just one I decided, then a little yard work, and maybe take the dogs for a run later this afternoon when the hangover was completely gone. Right now though, I was feeling pretty good as the alcohol crawled over my brain, and it and the sun made me feel very, very drowsy. This ain't half-bad, I thought contentedly. Now if I could only get rid of this little headache. I decided that a nap would do me good right about now. I settled back in the lounge chair and felt my eyes close......
She rocked her hips back and forth on top of me in a powerful motion, taking my cock all the way up inside her and pounding her pelvis into mine with every downward thrust. We were both at that plateau where we knew we had gone past the point of no return and were enjoying it immensely, knowing that we were in a beautiful rhythm together, reading each others minds sexually. I arched my hips in perfect time with her squats, lifting her up and causing her to moan with the deep penetration and pressure on her clit. Her eyes were closed, and a faint smile was on her lips as if she was conflicted between the simple pleasure of how good my cock felt buried inside her and the focus she needed to achieve a really mind-bending orgasm this time. I was holding myself back now, waiting for her to come, and was enjoying tracing circles with my tongue on her breasts as they hung in front of my mouth. God she had beautiful breasts for a fifty year old woman. In fact there wasn't much about her body that I didn't love. She had kept herself in marvelous shape. Her stomach was flat and she even kept her pussy shaved, which really turned me on. Her pussy was...
"Mark...Mark, are you sleeping?"
I opened my eyes and saw Patty standing over me. My first thought was less than eloquent: "Oh shit". I had been fast asleep and dreaming about burying my cock in the woman standing next to my lounge chair - the same woman to who I had been handing over rent checks for the last three years. I tried to gain a little composure by sitting up, and quickly noticed that I had a huge hard-on. Luckily I had fallen asleep with my drink in my hand and covering my crotch. Maybe she hadn't noticed.
"Oh, hi Patty."
I sat up straight, shielding the sun from my eyes. She wore a blue halter-top, which showed off her breasts very well. She was already very tanned from working in her garden from the first days of spring, and the top of her breasts were lightly sprinkled with freckles, which I found incredibly sexy for some reason unknown to me. Her white shorts had a high waist and accentuated her lovely ass and flat stomach. Her legs were very toned, and her shoulder length brunette hair had only a very few strands of gray, which she refused to color. Today she had it tucked up under a ball cap and I caught myself staring at her bare shoulders and graceful neck. Her eyes were a deep blue that seemed to give her the ability to look straight through my soul. It was a strange contradiction because she was outwardly a very happy person.
It had always seemed that something was missing in her life, but of course, she would never tell me what it was. We had grown fairly close over the last few years. Our relationship had grown from one of merely landlady-tenant to almost one of mother-son. She had invited me next door to eat dinner many times with her and her husband Frank. Their kids were all grown, and she had a son who was 24, the same age as me.
When I was around both of them, I sensed that Frank had grown bored with his wife. I had seen pictures of Frank as a younger man, and he was quite the stud in the "old days". But he had gained a lot of weight over the years, and didn't seem to pay much attention to her. He had long since let her assume the burden of keeping up their several rentals, and seemed mostly interested in ESPN and beer. I thought she still might love him, but that she was saddened by the fact that he no longer seemed to pay attention to her. He had begun to ignore her - one of the worst things a man can do to his wife.
I felt embarrassed at the dream I had been having. I really cared for this woman as a friend and appreciated all she had done for me. Still, I couldn't help having the kinds of deep sexual feelings I had for her. Maybe deep down inside I was in love with her. I didn't know; it was too confusing and slightly taboos a subject to think about for any length of time. For Christ's sake, she was twice my age! The oldest woman I had slept with so far was 27, and I even thought of her as an older woman. I had to push these thoughts out of my head and concentrate on what she was saying.
"Yes, I was taking a little nap. Nice day isn't it?"
"Oh gosh, it's gorgeous today. I'm sorry that I woke you, but I need your rent Mark. You're a little late with it again."
"I'm sorry about the rent, I'll get you a check." I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about her even as we were talking. Goddamn she had beautiful tits. 'Stop it; concentrate', I thought.
"Well, you sure look comfortable. I hate to bother you about the rent right now, but I really need it from you."
"No problem. I'll just get my checkbook in the house."
As I began to stand, I heard frank yelling at her from their yard. Frank was yelling something or another about going to the store for beer. Big surprise. She turned to answer him, and I settled back in my chair, entranced by the outline of her female form. I wanted her so badly. I stared at her calves, the back of her thighs, her beautifully sculpted butt, her shoulder, and the soft nape of her neck. I was so caught up in studying her that I was unconscious to her conversation with Frank.
Suddenly she turned, as if she could feel my eyes on her and caught me adoring her. My face started to burn as I looked to see what her reaction would be, if any. She was expressionless for a moment, and then a small, almost imperceptible smile crossed her lips. We watched each other for a long second and then I made one of the most momentous decisions of my pathetic young life.
"Come on inside Patty, and I'll pay you."
