For those who follow my stories know that I was not involved in sexual play until after I became a widow at the sweet age of fifty-six. I am now sixty-seven and during the intervening eleven years I have made up for lost time so to speak.
After two years of being alone I was no longer comfortable in the house that had been my home for so many years. The memories of my near non-existent sex life for the first fifty six years were no pleasing and therefore I felt I needed to move on. So a new home was in the cards.
Sitting on the back screen porch sipping coffee one morning Karen stopped by. I pointed toward the kitchen to indicate where the coffee was.
She returned coffee in hand, bent down kissed me on the mouth, smiled and took a seat. I told her what I had in mind fro a new home. She said she knew of a nice home for sale just out of town a few miles if I did not mind living out in the country. I had not thought of living out a few miles but some how this strangely appealed to me.
I was still slightly aroused from Don's attentions but Karen said she had to go. So I watched her go with a tingle in my guys as I reached for the phone.
Two hours later a Lincoln pulled up in my drive way a tall broad shoulder young man got out and walked up to my front door. I accepted his out stretched hand as we made our introductions. Wayne King was twenty six, thirty two years my junior but oh my, what I was thinking gave me goose bumps all over. I almost wish young Mr. King could see my nipples getting hard.
It was a warm Fall afternoon, sunny with a few clouds floating by lazily as we cross Deer cheek bridge. Up a grade around a bend and then we stopped at a gate. Wayne pulled out wireless control and the gate swung open affording us entry. This property at one time had been the Stark farm many hundreds of acres now sub divided in to small ten and twenty acres Farms. I was a going to look at the Stark house set in the middle of ten acres facing high way twelve. It was also fenced and gated; so out came a second remote.
I waited for Wayne to come around to open my door. I wanted him to see my legs as I twisted around to get out. One good asset I still had were a great pair of legs. I of course would make sure my skirt hitched up far enough to give Mr. King a good long look at my Lilly white thighs. After all how often does a beautiful young black man get to look at an older lady's thighs?
My skirt came up even higher than I had planed so Mr. King got to see a slightly darken area between my legs shaded by a pair of thin pink panties. Oh, yes there was a wet spot there also. I was sure he saw that too.
I guess I was doing every thing on purpose because I opened my legs and paused for a few seconds to allow him a good look and I wanted him to get the idea I could be had if her played his cards right. Looking up I saw the beginning of a smile on his wide mouth. I smiled back and got out. I walked ahead of him toward the house. I walked slowly so he could get a good look at my ass and hips. At the door I stopped and let him reach around me to unlock it. I made sure he got a cheap feel of my breast as I turned to give him room to open the door. For one second he allowed his hand to brush my tit. I though at that moment my panties got wetter.
For the next fifteen minutes my attention was on the house and the layout. We went out the back door through the kitchen and stood on a wide back porch, not screened like mine but I felt it could be screened easily enough. A gazebo stood off a few years from the corner of the porch. I was octagon in shape with glass windows. Once we entered Wayne showed me how the windows could be lowered to make it a nice out door spa hot tub and gazebo. It really was a marvelous house and grounds. I had already made up my mind to buy but was going to let this marvelous young hunk of human flesh sell me on it. I even hoped he wanted to show me just how much he wanted to sell this property.
We reentered the house through the kitchen. I walked to a bench seat by the back window. It was a lovely view and a really nice place to sit with one's morning coffee.
Wayne came over and put one foot up on the bench and leaned forward to gaze out the window. "Wonderful view." He said as he turned to look down at me.
I had my gaze fixed on his crotch and I thought I saw the out line of a hard cock. I reached over to check and darn if I was not right.
"Did I do this?" I asked smiling back at him.
"Guess so. You're the only one here that has been showing off her tits and ass all-day for me to see." He said.
I felt his cock swell in my hand. He put his foot down and stood there facing me. I was still smiling up at him as I unzipped his trousers. A second later I held a nice hard cock in my hand. It was dark brown with a shinny lighter skin covering a long pointed tip. There was moistness at the tiny mouth. Then as I milked it a few times a drop of semi-clear fluid appeared. I moved closer and licked that tiny drop of fluid away.
His cock jumped in my hand. I milked it a few more times and a second drop of fluid appeared and this time I not only licked it away but took half of his cock in my mouth. Wayne moaned and thrust his hips forward driving his cock deeper into my mouth.
I welcomed his cock and jerked his ass forward making him fuck my mouth. I was jerking on his cock while sucking it deep in my mouth.
He said "Suck my black cock you white bitch. I'll blow y our fucking brains out. Suck it, you cocksucker. Oh, shit I am cumming."
Wayne was not over large in the cock department and I took his cock easily deep while he cum for me. His sperm was warm, sweet and thick. There was an endless stream of cum being pumped into my eager mouth. I sucked, drank and sucked some more.
