She met him on line and was finally going to meet him in person. When they first met she was starting to feel old and she knew that she was not the prettiest thing on the planet. Every time they skyped he would not let him see her and she would see her reflection on the screen.
The hair was thinning due to medication and there were streaks of grey in the shoulder length hair. She could not help but see the flaws. She knew her blue eyes were her best asset.
She was wearing a spaghetti strap black dress, with a bolero jacket and absolutely nothing underneath. She had imagined this meeting for quite some time. She knew she would cum with the first kiss.
She was a good catholic girl and a widow of many years. It had been a long time since she had been touched. She had prayed for the right man to come along and now the time was almost there.
She licked her lips with anticipation. She wore no make up but a touch of mascara. He finally got off the plane and due to security restrictions, she had to wait a little while longer.
He was more gorgeous than the photos she had seen of him.
He smiled as he walked toward her. He saw his love. In his eyes there was nothing but her. His feet barely touched the ground as he opened his trench coat and finally welcomed her into his arms. He felt her shake with anticipation. He tried to calm her.
He kissed her and felt that delightful shiver that was in tune with the one down his spine at the nearness of her.
He wanted her now, this second and there was no way that he could take her in this public place. He could not control his lust, but he could caress her skin. He slid a hand up her dress and felt her weeping pussy. He brought his hand to his lips and inhaled the scent before he licked his fingers, savoring each and every drop that was her essence.
She knew it would be like this. Her breasts ached for his touch and when his hand touched her core, she could feel the desire nearly overwhelm her. There she was standing there cumming from the warmth of his fingers and glad the coat hid her body's convulsions.
It had been years since she had been touched like that. She was a wanton, needing it. NEEDING him inside her.
She moaned in a deep purr. She panted as her hand went to his crotch and felt the bulge grow under her fingers.
His smile was that of pure passion. He had no idea how they would get to the apartment without giving in to the need that both of them shared.