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Chance Encounter
It felt so good to get inside, away from the heat. I knew I had to get some shopping done, which I hate, so instead of going early that Saturday morning, I'd procrastinated and put it off until mid-afternoon. The sun had been scorching, and the air conditioning had decided to pick today to stop working. Ugh. I was wearing a sundress; cornflower blue with tiny daisies adorining the bust. And of course, my flip flops. For 40+ years old, I looked damned cute.
I walked through the market, trying to decide what to have for dinner. Grilled chicken and veggies. It's so much easier to cook on the grill for one than prepare something elaborate in my tiny kitchen. Especially for one person.
I was looking at the summer squash when I spotted him. I could feel his eyes on me before I laid eyes on him. I looked up, and there he was. About 6 feet tall. Stocky build. Older than me, but I couldn't tell how much. He was watching me handling the zucchini. My first thought was "could this be any more cliche?" He was clearly interested, so I decided to see how far he'd take it.
I leaned down to the vegetable bins and turned to look at him, my ample cleavage clearly visible. Was he looking? Yes, he was. I felt my nipples begin to harden. I picked out some bib lettuce, and pivoted on my heels, allowing him to get a good look at my big ass. I wasn't wearing underwear, so the material d****d against my ass crack. I could feel his eyes lingering on my ample derriere for longer than I probably should have let him, so I quickly turned my head to catch him in the act. He stood there, grinning at me like a cheshire cat. I chuckled.
I walked toward him and smiled. "What's your name, sailor?" He laughed, and replied that he was no sailor, but his name was Clinton. I offered my hand and told him my name was Linda. "Pleasure to meet you, Clinton." He took my hand, kissed it, and said "I'm hoping the pleasure will be all yours."
Hmmm. What an interesting development. I decided then and there to see how far things would go. I looked in his cart, only to see frozen dinners and coffee. I looked up at him wish a smug, self-satisfied look. "So is it frozen lasagna or swedish meatballs tonight?" He told me that as a single guy who didn't know how to cook, it was either frozen dinners or food poisoning. I laughed and told him there would be no frozen dinner tonight. I was making dinner. "You can bring the beer", I told him. "Oh, you're not a wine girl, huh?" I said that I absolutely preferred Yuengling on a hot summer night, but if he wanted to bring along some bourbon, I'd be game for that too.
"You're a brave lady, Linda", he said. "I could be some crazed glue sniffer or something." I immediately laughed - I recognized the quote from "Tommy Boy" and KNEW this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We traded cell numbers, and he left the store, leaving his cart behind. I finished my shopping and hurried home.
Once home, I put away my purchases, then prepped everything for dinner. I texted him, and told him dinner would be at 8; if he wanted to come earlier, that was up to him. I looked at the stove clock; it said 6:40. I decided I'd get in the shower. Once under the stinging water (I prefer my shower like my men - hard), I began thinking about my encounter at the market. Would he show up? If he did, what would happen? Would we kiss? Would we fuck? The thought of it all got to me as I soaped up my ample breasts and rinsed them. I grabbed the shave gel and sprayed some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and felt the lather forming in my hands. I ran my hands up and down my calves and thick thighs, brushing my finger against my pussy lips. The menthol in the shave gel stung a little, but in a very good way. I shaved my legs, then got more shave gel. I only rubbed my hands together a little, so the substance in my hands was part lather, part gel. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and slowly rubbed my hand across the outside of my pussy lips. Again, I felt the sting and loved it. I did it again, this time pushing my fingers easily into the wet folds and brushing my clit. it felt electric! The mentol stung as I started to rub my clit. Soft circles at first, then harder. Much harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The water beat down on my shoulders as I threw my head back and moaned in climax.
I was lightheaded as I finished my shower. "Fuck me dead", I said as I looked in the mirror and dried off. My nipples were still very hard as I padded, naked, into my bedroom to get dressed. I chose a white sundress this time; a perfect choice, as my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. As I looked in the mirror, I could vaguely see my bush through the material. "Well, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it" I thought, remembering my last boyfriend who hated unshaved pussy. I had stopped shaving after we broke up. I figured, with my round belly, I didn't see it and I didn't like getting brush burn when I "roughed up the suspect".
I finished dressing, and returned to the kitchen. I got a bottle of Yuengling from the fridge and looked at the clock. 7:45. How fucking long had I been masturbating in the shower? I rushed to get the table set. I was out on the porch, starting the grill, when I heard a vehicle pull in the driveway. I looked over to see Clinton get out of a Ford F-150, carrying flowers in one hand and a six pack of Yuengling in the other. "This man is perfect!", I thought.
He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I wasn't sure you'd show up", I said. He laughed out loud and told me that there was no way he was passing up a home cooked dinner from a beautiful woman he'd met in a supermarket. "Worst case scenario; dinner is terrible, and we never see each other again. Best case? We have breakfast in the morning." I laughed and directed him into the house. I finished lighting the grill, and walked back in the kitchen to see him leaning against the counter, beer in hand. He pointed at mine on the counter and told me it wasn't nice to start without him. Little did he know how much I'd started before he got there!!
He offered to be grillmaster, a position I gave up with no struggle. I still needed to finish the salad, so I gave him the plate of chicken and summer vegetables. I smacked him on the ass on his way out the door and told him to hurry back. He laughed and walked out the door. I got the salad fixings out of the fridge and started cleaning vegetables. I was standing at the sink when he came back in the door and walked up behind me. He gave me a hard crack on the ass. I jumped a little and turned my head around. "Don't start something you can't finish right now, mister man." He started kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. God, he was killing me. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees in front of him right there. I felt his hands on my hips, then my breasts, rubbing and pinching them to full hardness. I could feel my clit throbbing already. Then I felt his cock against my ass. If he doesn't have his jeans undone, his cock has GOT to be big, I thought. I turned around and he kissed me hard on the mouth. After a kiss that seemed to go on for days, I breathlessly pulled away and said "I think you should check the grill. Now." He laughed as I handed him a serving platter, and walked out to the porch. I tried like hell to gain my composure, but failed miserably. I could feel the blush in my cheeks and on my chest. I hurried and finished the salad before he returned.
A few minutes later, he walked in carrying dinner. We put everything on the table, got a couple of beers from the fridge, and sat down. The next hour was spent eating, laughing, talking about life; he seemed really great. When we were finished, I carried the dishes to the sink, and began running hot water. "I want to get these done now so I don't have to think about them later", I told him. He called me little Ms. Efficient. I turned to him and said that there was precious few things little about me. He smiled and got up from his chair. He stood behind me as I washed the dinner dishes, and started kissing my neck again. He was challenging me to finish the dishes versus give in to his advances. If anybody knows me, they know I'm stubborn, and I wouldn't give in to the temptation, no matter how badly I wanted to.
I felt him step away from me and figured he'd realized I was going to finish the dishes and he couldn't tempt me to stop. Little did I know. As I washed, I felt the material of my dress rise up over my ass. I jumped as I felt his tongue glide up my ass cheek. Oh my GOD! He found my weakness. I absolutely adore having my ass worshipped. He licked again, and I heard him say "I"m having this ass for dessert, Linda. We can start here, or we can go to bed. Your choice." I turned around, looked down at him and said "Fuck it. Let's go."
I took his hand and he followed me to the bedroom. I opened the french doors to the private back porch so we could see the sun set over the hill. I walked to the railing and said "Isn't it beautiful?" He replied "Yes, it is" and pulled my dress up again. This time when he licked my ass cheek, I didn't jump, or try to stop him. I leaned forward over the railing and shoved my ass back to his face. I felt his hands roaming my big ass, exploring the vast real estate of my butt. Then I felt him bury his face in my ass. I was in heaven. I moaned every time I felt his tongue enter my asshole. I wiggled against his face. I could hear him moaning against my big ass and I loved every minute of it.
I let this continue a few more minutes until I was getting very close to orgasm. Then I turned around, and pulled him up. I turned him around against the side of the house and got down to my knees. I unzipped his jeans, to find a beautiful 8 inch cock. It was thick and gorgeous and I couldn't wait to take it into my mouth. I looked up into his eyes as I stroked his cock against my tongue. Then I slowly, deliberately, took his whole hardness into my mouth. I gagged at the length as it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him through wet eyes as I fucked his cock with my mouth, all the while kneading his balls with my right hand. He moaned into the evening air as I moaned against his cock. I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth and I wanted nothing more than to have it in my pussy.
I took his cock out of my mouth, and begged him to fuck me. "I need to feel your cock inside me!", I pleaded. My pussy was soaking wet, and I NEEDED him inside me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the bedroom. I pushed him on the bed and pulled his shoes and jeans off. He looked at me and grinned. I looked back in all seriousness and said "If you don't fuck me, I'll fuck you." I pulled my dress up over my head, and climbed onto his cock. I felt my pussy stretch to accomodate his dick. I felt his hands move to my tits, caressing and kneading them as I rode him. My ass bounced against the tops of his thighs as I fucked him. Then he said "I want to see that ass in action!" and directed me onto my hands and knees. I complied, lowering myself onto my forearms, and shoving my fat ass up in the air. "Oh, fuck!" I heard him say. Then I felt his rock hard cock slide into my pussy hard. I gasped but begged him to fuck me. "I love the way your ass ripples when I fuck you, Linda!", he shouted. I pushed back against him to get every inch of his beautiful cock. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming as he fucked me, until finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna cum!", I screamed. He started fucking me faster and shouted "Cum for me, baby! Cum all over my cock!" At that point, I orgasmed like I hadn't in years. I saw stars. I saw Jesus. I came all over his cock, then heard him grunt, and felt him cum inside me. I felt him start to pull out and asked him to wait. "I love the feeling of your cock inside me, babe", I told him. After a minute, I felt him slowly pull out his cock. I dropped flat onto my stomach, my face against my forearm, exhausted. He laid down on the bed beside me and ran his hand all over my ass cheek. I turned to look at him, and he kissed me deeply on the mouth. I turned onto my side and snuggled up behind me, his now flaccid cock against my ass. We fell asleep that way. And we've slept that way ever since.
It felt so good to get inside, away from the heat. I knew I had to get some shopping done, which I hate, so instead of going early that Saturday morning, I'd procrastinated and put it off until mid-afternoon. The sun had been scorching, and the air conditioning had decided to pick today to stop working. Ugh. I was wearing a sundress; cornflower blue with tiny daisies adorining the bust. And of course, my flip flops. For 40+ years old, I looked damned cute.
I walked through the market, trying to decide what to have for dinner. Grilled chicken and veggies. It's so much easier to cook on the grill for one than prepare something elaborate in my tiny kitchen. Especially for one person.
I was looking at the summer squash when I spotted him. I could feel his eyes on me before I laid eyes on him. I looked up, and there he was. About 6 feet tall. Stocky build. Older than me, but I couldn't tell how much. He was watching me handling the zucchini. My first thought was "could this be any more cliche?" He was clearly interested, so I decided to see how far he'd take it.
I leaned down to the vegetable bins and turned to look at him, my ample cleavage clearly visible. Was he looking? Yes, he was. I felt my nipples begin to harden. I picked out some bib lettuce, and pivoted on my heels, allowing him to get a good look at my big ass. I wasn't wearing underwear, so the material d****d against my ass crack. I could feel his eyes lingering on my ample derriere for longer than I probably should have let him, so I quickly turned my head to catch him in the act. He stood there, grinning at me like a cheshire cat. I chuckled.
I walked toward him and smiled. "What's your name, sailor?" He laughed, and replied that he was no sailor, but his name was Clinton. I offered my hand and told him my name was Linda. "Pleasure to meet you, Clinton." He took my hand, kissed it, and said "I'm hoping the pleasure will be all yours."
Hmmm. What an interesting development. I decided then and there to see how far things would go. I looked in his cart, only to see frozen dinners and coffee. I looked up at him wish a smug, self-satisfied look. "So is it frozen lasagna or swedish meatballs tonight?" He told me that as a single guy who didn't know how to cook, it was either frozen dinners or food poisoning. I laughed and told him there would be no frozen dinner tonight. I was making dinner. "You can bring the beer", I told him. "Oh, you're not a wine girl, huh?" I said that I absolutely preferred Yuengling on a hot summer night, but if he wanted to bring along some bourbon, I'd be game for that too.
"You're a brave lady, Linda", he said. "I could be some crazed glue sniffer or something." I immediately laughed - I recognized the quote from "Tommy Boy" and KNEW this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We traded cell numbers, and he left the store, leaving his cart behind. I finished my shopping and hurried home.
Once home, I put away my purchases, then prepped everything for dinner. I texted him, and told him dinner would be at 8; if he wanted to come earlier, that was up to him. I looked at the stove clock; it said 6:40. I decided I'd get in the shower. Once under the stinging water (I prefer my shower like my men - hard), I began thinking about my encounter at the market. Would he show up? If he did, what would happen? Would we kiss? Would we fuck? The thought of it all got to me as I soaped up my ample breasts and rinsed them. I grabbed the shave gel and sprayed some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and felt the lather forming in my hands. I ran my hands up and down my calves and thick thighs, brushing my finger against my pussy lips. The menthol in the shave gel stung a little, but in a very good way. I shaved my legs, then got more shave gel. I only rubbed my hands together a little, so the substance in my hands was part lather, part gel. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and slowly rubbed my hand across the outside of my pussy lips. Again, I felt the sting and loved it. I did it again, this time pushing my fingers easily into the wet folds and brushing my clit. it felt electric! The mentol stung as I started to rub my clit. Soft circles at first, then harder. Much harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The water beat down on my shoulders as I threw my head back and moaned in climax.
I was lightheaded as I finished my shower. "Fuck me dead", I said as I looked in the mirror and dried off. My nipples were still very hard as I padded, naked, into my bedroom to get dressed. I chose a white sundress this time; a perfect choice, as my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. As I looked in the mirror, I could vaguely see my bush through the material. "Well, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it" I thought, remembering my last boyfriend who hated unshaved pussy. I had stopped shaving after we broke up. I figured, with my round belly, I didn't see it and I didn't like getting brush burn when I "roughed up the suspect".
I finished dressing, and returned to the kitchen. I got a bottle of Yuengling from the fridge and looked at the clock. 7:45. How fucking long had I been masturbating in the shower? I rushed to get the table set. I was out on the porch, starting the grill, when I heard a vehicle pull in the driveway. I looked over to see Clinton get out of a Ford F-150, carrying flowers in one hand and a six pack of Yuengling in the other. "This man is perfect!", I thought.
He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I wasn't sure you'd show up", I said. He laughed out loud and told me that there was no way he was passing up a home cooked dinner from a beautiful woman he'd met in a supermarket. "Worst case scenario; dinner is terrible, and we never see each other again. Best case? We have breakfast in the morning." I laughed and directed him into the house. I finished lighting the grill, and walked back in the kitchen to see him leaning against the counter, beer in hand. He pointed at mine on the counter and told me it wasn't nice to start without him. Little did he know how much I'd started before he got there!!
He offered to be grillmaster, a position I gave up with no struggle. I still needed to finish the salad, so I gave him the plate of chicken and summer vegetables. I smacked him on the ass on his way out the door and told him to hurry back. He laughed and walked out the door. I got the salad fixings out of the fridge and started cleaning vegetables. I was standing at the sink when he came back in the door and walked up behind me. He gave me a hard crack on the ass. I jumped a little and turned my head around. "Don't start something you can't finish right now, mister man." He started kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. God, he was killing me. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees in front of him right there. I felt his hands on my hips, then my breasts, rubbing and pinching them to full hardness. I could feel my clit throbbing already. Then I felt his cock against my ass. If he doesn't have his jeans undone, his cock has GOT to be big, I thought. I turned around and he kissed me hard on the mouth. After a kiss that seemed to go on for days, I breathlessly pulled away and said "I think you should check the grill. Now." He laughed as I handed him a serving platter, and walked out to the porch. I tried like hell to gain my composure, but failed miserably. I could feel the blush in my cheeks and on my chest. I hurried and finished the salad before he returned.
A few minutes later, he walked in carrying dinner. We put everything on the table, got a couple of beers from the fridge, and sat down. The next hour was spent eating, laughing, talking about life; he seemed really great. When we were finished, I carried the dishes to the sink, and began running hot water. "I want to get these done now so I don't have to think about them later", I told him. He called me little Ms. Efficient. I turned to him and said that there was precious few things little about me. He smiled and got up from his chair. He stood behind me as I washed the dinner dishes, and started kissing my neck again. He was challenging me to finish the dishes versus give in to his advances. If anybody knows me, they know I'm stubborn, and I wouldn't give in to the temptation, no matter how badly I wanted to.
I felt him step away from me and figured he'd realized I was going to finish the dishes and he couldn't tempt me to stop. Little did I know. As I washed, I felt the material of my dress rise up over my ass. I jumped as I felt his tongue glide up my ass cheek. Oh my GOD! He found my weakness. I absolutely adore having my ass worshipped. He licked again, and I heard him say "I"m having this ass for dessert, Linda. We can start here, or we can go to bed. Your choice." I turned around, looked down at him and said "Fuck it. Let's go."
I took his hand and he followed me to the bedroom. I opened the french doors to the private back porch so we could see the sun set over the hill. I walked to the railing and said "Isn't it beautiful?" He replied "Yes, it is" and pulled my dress up again. This time when he licked my ass cheek, I didn't jump, or try to stop him. I leaned forward over the railing and shoved my ass back to his face. I felt his hands roaming my big ass, exploring the vast real estate of my butt. Then I felt him bury his face in my ass. I was in heaven. I moaned every time I felt his tongue enter my asshole. I wiggled against his face. I could hear him moaning against my big ass and I loved every minute of it.
I let this continue a few more minutes until I was getting very close to orgasm. Then I turned around, and pulled him up. I turned him around against the side of the house and got down to my knees. I unzipped his jeans, to find a beautiful 8 inch cock. It was thick and gorgeous and I couldn't wait to take it into my mouth. I looked up into his eyes as I stroked his cock against my tongue. Then I slowly, deliberately, took his whole hardness into my mouth. I gagged at the length as it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him through wet eyes as I fucked his cock with my mouth, all the while kneading his balls with my right hand. He moaned into the evening air as I moaned against his cock. I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth and I wanted nothing more than to have it in my pussy.
I took his cock out of my mouth, and begged him to fuck me. "I need to feel your cock inside me!", I pleaded. My pussy was soaking wet, and I NEEDED him inside me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the bedroom. I pushed him on the bed and pulled his shoes and jeans off. He looked at me and grinned. I looked back in all seriousness and said "If you don't fuck me, I'll fuck you." I pulled my dress up over my head, and climbed onto his cock. I felt my pussy stretch to accomodate his dick. I felt his hands move to my tits, caressing and kneading them as I rode him. My ass bounced against the tops of his thighs as I fucked him. Then he said "I want to see that ass in action!" and directed me onto my hands and knees. I complied, lowering myself onto my forearms, and shoving my fat ass up in the air. "Oh, fuck!" I heard him say. Then I felt his rock hard cock slide into my pussy hard. I gasped but begged him to fuck me. "I love the way your ass ripples when I fuck you, Linda!", he shouted. I pushed back against him to get every inch of his beautiful cock. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming as he fucked me, until finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna cum!", I screamed. He started fucking me faster and shouted "Cum for me, baby! Cum all over my cock!" At that point, I orgasmed like I hadn't in years. I saw stars. I saw Jesus. I came all over his cock, then heard him grunt, and felt him cum inside me. I felt him start to pull out and asked him to wait. "I love the feeling of your cock inside me, babe", I told him. After a minute, I felt him slowly pull out his cock. I dropped flat onto my stomach, my face against my forearm, exhausted. He laid down on the bed beside me and ran his hand all over my ass cheek. I turned to look at him, and he kissed me deeply on the mouth. I turned onto my side and snuggled up behind me, his now flaccid cock against my ass. We fell asleep that way. And we've slept that way ever since.
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