Cloes Way

Hey, I'm Cloe.

I moved to Florida after my divorce to seek a new life. I lived in the Midwest for over 45 years and wanted to see more sunshine and warmth.

My children, a son and daughter, are married and live in other southern states. They are close enough to visit but not to be a burden.

A high school classmate lived in Orlando, so I rented a condo there after visiting. The Disney traffic drove me mad, so I finally moved to a smaller city west of town.

I was financially comfortable enough that I didn't have to seek immediate employment. If the weather was warm, and it was in August, I would spend my days visiting the pool.

Never having been modest, I wore a bikini. Yes, at 45, I still had a figure good enough to attract attention, and I certainly needed to make new friends--male friends, primarily.

I found late afternoon to be the best time to meet men. They were usually coming out to get a few rays after work. Most of them were divorced and unabashedly looking for male companionship.

Near the end of my first week of occupancy, I attracted the attention of a man in his early fifties. He was a little pouchy but attractive. He approached me as I lay on my stomach, my bikini top on the deck near me.

"Hello, pretty lady. Are you afraid of getting burned?" He opened with.

"No, not really," I replied. I usually turn over after 15 minutes or so," I told him as I raised on my elbows, exposing most of my 36 dd breasts. Naughty me!

His eyes immediately went to my best feature. "I'm Cloe, and you are?"

"Tony. Sorry for staring, but you are a beautiful woman."

I wasn't sure he had even viewed my face yet, but I knew I had his attention.

"Thank you. Do you live in the complex? I've just moved in and haven't met many others, " I said.

He told me his unit number. Knowing I had his undivided interest, I sat up quickly and asked if he would give me my top. I faked modesty by placing my arms over my boobs.

After putting my top on, I sat within a foot or so of him. He was poised on a nearby chair. We talked about various worthless things and laughed at each other's comments. As we conversed, I brushed my knee against his thigh. His smile insinuated that he liked my gesture.

I learned he was indeed divorced--four years and living alone. He worked at an insurance corporation and traveled frequently. I filled him in on my life, up to the part about me being a wanton woman, but I figured he would learn that soon enough if he played his cards correctly.

A half-hour later, Tony asked me to join him at a local spot that was popular with others nearby. I agreed, and he said he would pick me up outside my unit at an appointed time.

I saw a white convertible Benz drive up with Tony behind the wheel. I walked out and was pleased to see him pursuing me with a large grin. I was wearing a yellow sundress, low cut, and without a bra. My 'ladies' swayed with each step. The dress was short enough to be at mid-thigh. I was wearing 3" strapless yellow heels and yellow earrings.

"Wow, you look fantastic!" he said as I approached the car. He had walked around and was holding the door open for me. As I slipped in, I might, lol, have given him a view that showed I was pantiless.

The drive was less than 20 minutes. The eatery had outside seating, and Tony, knowing several of the staff, gave us a choice table.

The evening was perfect. As I hoped, wine was ordered, and Tony appeared elated with my presence. He confirmed that by saying a few friends looked over and smiled.

We sipped our wine and talked about how hot it had been. Nonchalantly, I ran the forefinger of my left hand down the gap between my breasts. I smiled and said something about it. I hoped he wasn't embarrassed by my gesture.

His response was an 'icebreaker'. "Cloe, I would love to have done that with my tongue."

Laughing, I slightly shifted my shoulders and said, "I think we have a good future together."

As we talked, I learned Tony's wife had cheated on him with several men, but he admitted to not being loyal to her. "The relationship had run its course when we split." He allowed.

"My marriage was in ruins early on, but we stayed together because of the children," I lied. Tony didn't need to know I had cheated on my husband practically since our wedding day. But, hey, no one is perfect.

"Do I make you uncomfortable with how I dress tonight?" I queried.

"Not at all. I wish my wife had dressed more like you. The excitement mayn't have vanished so quickly.

"I've grown more aware my looks are more important now than ever. I can be proud of my body and will not go out or be seen as a 'fuddy-duddy.' I hope you will be understanding."

From the expression on his face, I knew he was 'hooked.' Fantastic!

As we ate, I noticed one of the couples at the tables showing particular attention to us. I asked Tony if he knew them. Glancing over, he waved to them and gestured to invite them over. They waved back and 'mouthed' they would once they finished their meal.

"Cloe, this guy is extremely wealthy but wants everyone to know. The woman he's with is his umpteenth wife. Her name is Julie, but when no one was present, they referred to her as 'Ms. Bolton' due to her boob job. You'll see."

I had never heard the phrase 'Bolton,' so I asked for an explanation.

Tony smiled and explained. "You know, tits that look like they're bolted onto her chest."

I almost spit my wine out! I'll have to remember that one!

When I saw them approaching, I adjusted my dress to show a maximum of cleavage, almost to the point of showing my nipples. Tony greeted the pair, and the chairs were adjusted to fit the four of us. Mr. Wealthy, introduced as Walter, sat across from me. He was mesmerized by my exposure. I kneed Tony and smiled. He was trying not to giggle.

The conversation was boring. As the men talked, I chatted with Jen, and it was apparent she probably wasn't smart enough to spell her complete name, so she went with 'Jen.'

I saw her look away, so I looked at her boobs. Damn, Tony was right! It's probably 4Of s and not believable at all. To each their own.

I caught Walter trying to flirt with me a few times. When he was looking at his wife, I bumped knees with Tony and winked. His expression showed he didn't understand. I winked.

The next time Walther looked at me, I did the 'fingers down the cleavage' again. I swear, I thought the guy was going to start slobbering!

Finally, the evening ended when we walked to the automobiles. Goodbyes were said.

As Tony opened my door, I sat down very unladylike. My left leg was in, but I ensured the right one was sprayed openly. I pulled Tony down by his shirt and kissed him. "Baby, are you as horny as I am?" I asked coyly.

His hand going to my shaved vagina told me he was. The ride back to the condos was swift. I had my left hand on his bulge, which was hard as wood.

My condo was closest, so we fumbled our way in. I made quick work of dropping my sundress and began to help Tony out of his clothes. Within a couple of minutes, I had his throbbing cock in between my lips. He wasn't enormous or anything extraordinary, but he was more than adequate to please me.

Tony paid special attention to my breasts during sex. I loved it. He was in relatively good shape, and the sex lasted for over an hour.

Having to work the next day, I sent Tony off with a draining blow job. We made arrangements to meet at the pool that afternoon.s

Deciding I needed to upscale my wardrobe, I went shopping in the morning. Orlando has many shops to find clothing that meets your specific taste. Mine that day was light and gauzy. I wanted blouses and tops that would show my body. If Tony wanted 'daring,' I would accommodate his wish. I made one last stop at a swimwear boutique to find a couple of new suits. I found a bandeau top that wasn't much more than a -6 inch strip of cloth and another bikini.

At four o'clock, I was in my new bikini at the pool, a brief white one with matching strapless heels. I got several looks from 'Wow' to 'What a slut' from the others. Guess which gender was in the 'what a slut' group.

When Tony arrived, I was reclining with the straps of the top untied and lowered to just above nipple level. I saw him approaching through my sunglasses and greeted him with a huge smile.

"Good to see you made it, Baby," I cooed.

"I would have crawled through broken glass to make it." He commented.

Again, he sat on a chair I had drawn close to my lounger. Placing his hand on my thigh, Tony told me that if the top got any lower, I would be almost illegal.

As I sat up even more upright, the top fell off my breasts. Smiling, I retired the top, but left it loose enough to alow by boobs to sway freely. Standing, I bent over to pick up the tanning oil, which caused my right nipple to become fully exposed.

Tony caught on immediately. "I can't believe I finally found a woman like you."

"Honey, I'm just being 'me. ' If I get too risque or bold, slap my hands or my ass. Whichever you prefer."

Tony said he wanted something to drink and offered to return to his condo to get wine for us. I approved.

Once he was away, A woman nearby said, " Why don't you act like a lady? You are embarrassing yourself," she said.

I didn't reply but turned to face her and began to apply the oll up and down my legs. I purposely slipped my fingers in the area around my pubic region.

It worked. In a huff, she gathered up her belongings and stormed off.

The number around the pool had grown to double the size compared to when I had come out. There were probably 30 or more now. All were busy conversing gayly, laughing, and exchanging joking remarks--a good ending to a work day.

Tony had returned with tumblers of wine. I relayed my behavior to the lady, and he laughed. "All I did was this," I said as I stood, faced the others around the pool, and adjusted my bikini bottoms on each side. I exaggerated a little, but he got the idea.

We sat on the pool's edge, dangling our legs in the water and sipping our drinks. "Baby, what would you like to do for dinner? I don't have anything at my place to fix, and I'll leave it up to you." I exclaimed.

"No problem. There's a seafood place with tables outside, which is very nautical, you will enjoy it. You could just put on a cover-up, and with your heels, I'm sure you will be quite a hit."

"That sounds wonderful. But I want to shower and put on some makeup. I promise you won't be ashamed of me."

"There's no way I would ever be ashamed of you. Should I dare suggest that you 'make me proud'?"

I slapped his arm and said, "Just wait and see."

Later, when I walked to his car, I was sure he approved. I had applied just enough makeup to highlight my eyes and a red shade to my lips. I had chosen my new bandau top, a bright red, red bikini bottom with a white scarf around my waist. My naughty Lucite 4" heels completed my attire. I hoped the clientele wouldn't find me overbearing, but I was dressing for my man and other males.

"Cloe, I can't believe your beauty. I feel like I'm dating a fashion model." Tony said.

"Honey cut the crap. I'm too old to be a fashion model; luckily, everything hasn't yet fallen to my navel. But as long as you approve, I will be your 'eye candy.' "

Saying I was pleased with the attention I received at the restaurant would be an understatement. The small top occasionally showed an amount of underboob, which of course, I had to conceal. That seemed to drive men crazy. Tony went to the restroom a couple of times, and the attention I got was overt. One guy sent a glass of wine over. Lol.

We stayed longer than I wanted. I felt so desired; I needed sex, and soon. Thus, once we got back to the Benz, I practically raped Tony. As we drove out of the bar's lot, I saw an area where trucks and other large vehicles were parked. I told him to drive there.

I had my bandau top off and was cupping my boobs before he had the car stopped. I moved over and covered his right leg with my own, and forced my breast into his face. Moaning, I savored the suction.

Within moments I was nude and bending over his cock, sucking for all I was worth. I knew he wouldn't last long, so I hesitated and looked up. "Honey, you want to cum now, or do you want it in my pussy?" I think my brash language was too much, as he began to shoot his load immediately.

I put my mouth down on him as quickly as I could and caught a lot of his sperm in my mouth. Raising back up, I 'accidentally' let some fluid slip from my lips.

I didn't swallow. I spit most of it into my palms and slowly smeared it over my breasts. Mmm. I'm not sure who enjoyed that more, Tony or me.

I was still 'randy' as hell. We were parked near the bar, but I didn't care. I opened my door and stepped out of the vehicle. Wearing only my heels, I stood and walked to Tony's door. My pubic area was only a foot or so from his face.

"How about reciprocating?" I said, standing with my hand on my hips. Tony told me to step back, and he pushed his door open. Taking me by the hand, he took me to the car's hood and leaned me back gently.

I splayed my legs as Tony lowered himself to my groin. A second or so later, his tongue was spreading my labia lips. Oh, my god, did that man know how to perform cunnilingus! I don't know how many times I came, but I was so weak, he had to help me back into the car.

I rode back naked. Thank goodness I hadn't lost any of my clothing during the evening. Tony walked me to my condo, wearing only the scarf covering me. The neighbors may get the wrong, or perhaps the correct, impression of me.

We showered together, and again, I had him erect. Friendly, I allowed him to 'have his way' with me.

I couldn't be more pleased with how my life is evolving.