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I was walking through the camping area from parking to the music/vendor space when I heard, “Hey, Steve!” Looking around I spied Steph sitting in front of her camping trailer puffing on a joint. She put the joint in the ashtray and stood to hug me as I approached. God, I love her hugs. She presses her entire self against me, as much contact as possible. I felt her small breasts pressing against my lower chest as she pushed her belly against my groin. As usual, my dick stirred slightly. I’ve come to believe she tries to invoke that response, not just in me, but in every man she hugs.
She was one of the first people I met when I moved here about a decade ago. The first time I saw her in the local woo-woo shop I had the strongest urge to throw her down and fuck her right there. It took a mighty effort to not reach out and cop a feel as she walked past, ignoring me completely. The whole thing was weird, though. She’s not what most would call good looking or attractive. Long, straight white hair hanging shoulder length, about 5’ 4”, slender except for a protruding belly, and her clothes were obviously from the free box at a local church. She has very crooked teeth which she will instantly display in a huge beaming smile, and the softest, kindest dark brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
Over the following months we got to know each other. I stupidly joined her church so I could see her at least every Sunday. Many after-church lunches ended with us sitting in a booth chatting for hours. Finally, I decided I wanted more than church and an occasional carpool to a local music show, so one Sunday morning before services started, I approached her to ask her out. And she told me her exciting news that she was involved with someone. Fuck!! He turned out to be a total dick control freak, but they were together for about 2 years before she’d had enough of him. By that time, my desire for a relationship had died, but not my want to be inside her. Unfortunately, she had “friend zoned” me, so that wasn’t happening.
I took the chair on the other side of the little table outside her trailer, we shared a joint, I took her up on a bit of shroom, and between chatting we listened to the music coming up from about a quarter-mile away. The conversation drifted to my impending retirement. She looked at me in her unique quizzical way and asked, “If you could do anything you wanted right now, what would it be and where would you do it?”
My reply startled even me. “I’d drop a load of cum in you. Or on you. Whatever, where doesn’t matter.” Holy shit, the pot/shroom combo must have wiped out my inhibitions and common sense. I’ve never seen her eyes so big, and her open mouth would have accepted my dick nicely.
“Oh,” she said and looked back toward the distant stage. My eyes did the same as I waited to see what happened next. I certainly didn’t trust my mouth right then. In my peripheral vision I saw her take a joint from her Altoids can, light it and take a hit, then hand it to me. Looking over to accept it, I saw the most curious expression on her face, one I don’t recall seeing before. Well, if she’s sharing a joint, she can’t be too mad at me.
After a couple more hits each, she sat the joint in the ashtray, stood, and said, “Come inside.” With that she went up the steps into her trailer. My mind wouldn’t even consider what was going to happen. I mindlessly followed to find her standing at the bed facing me with her arms out. Fuck! Walking into her embrace I lowered my head and our lips met as she pressed herself against me again. As her mouth opened for my tongue, my dick did more than just stir. She felt it and pressed herself tighter. Holy shit, this was going to happen. I wondered at the full meaning of “Come inside”.
Her hands went under my t-shirt and she scraped her nails lightly across my back as I began lifting her sundress. She never wore a bra (I don’t think she even owns one) and I discovered she also was without panties. Gotta love hippie chicks. I squeezed her buttocks as I pressed her harder against my now obvious erection. She responded by bringing her hands down to unfasten my jeans. As soon as my jeans were open, I lifted her dress, causing her to raise her arms so I could pull it off. Stepping back, I gazed upon what I’d only imagined for so many years. Yep, her belly pooched out with a deep navel and stretch marks from her two kids, but the rest of her was trim and slender, really nice for sixty years. Those small tits hung like a twenty-year old’s. Her areola and nipples surprised me, given her half-Native heritage and somewhat dark skin. They were both pale pink, must be from her Norwegian half, the nipples sticking out like little pencil eraser nubs. Her pussy was covered by a full bush that didn’t hide the slit. Shit, I needed to be in her.
As I pulled off my t-shirt she dropped to her knees and began removing my shoes and socks. Then she pulled my jeans and underwear down together after carefully extracting my rock-hard cock. Sitting back on her haunches she gazed at my crotch for a few moments, then said, “Come into me.” With that she got into bed on her back with her legs spread and knees bent, ready for some missionary fucking. I got my first whiff of woman in heat. Joining her, I noticed some moisture showing at the bottom of her slit before I stretched over her and began another deep kiss. She grasped my dick and guided it in.
She was wet and open. I sank to the hilt which brought a groan from her, muffled by our kiss. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. She kept her hand between us with thumb and index finger around my shaft, applying pressure as I retreated. I’d never experienced that before; it felt nice. I wondered if her thumb was pressing on her clit, too. Damn! I was fucking Steph! Her pussy was just the right tightness, enhanced by her grip just outside. I drove back down into her, harder this time. She grunted as I bottomed, turned her head to free her mouth, and gasped, “Oh, God, fuck me, Steve. God, your dick is perfect. Harder, more.” I obliged. Squishy wet sounds emerged from my thrusting and I wondered how wet her hand was getting.
She lifted her legs and locked her ankles around my waist, pulling on me with each downstroke, urging me to go deeper and harder. She removed her hand and brought it to her nose. It glistened with her juices and I licked them from her index finger. She groaned and sank her tongue into my mouth. Her hand moved to the back of my head and she pulled down on my neck. Lifting from her I looked down as I pounded into her. Her white hair was in disarray, some sticking to the sweat on her forehead, eyes closed, mouth open, grunts and groans escaping with each bottoming on her cervix, breasts waving up and down as I moved her body with my thrusting. I bent my head to one, sucking that nipple and areola into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue. Her hand on my head pulled me to her she moaned and shuddered in the beginning of orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Steve, fuck me. God, this is good. You’re so deep, your dick’s perfect. Fuck me, Steve, fuck me. I’m about to cum. God, harder, faster, drive it in me.” A cry escaped her throat and her hips lifted as I continued pounding into her. My balls slapped wetly against the crack of her ass. Then she gave a louder, longer cry as her entire body convulsed. Her nails dug into my neck and back, and her legs tightened their grip on my waist, pulling me in and holding me there. I could feel her pussy clenching around my dick. That sent me over, too.
I pulled back and drove hard and deep into her one final time as my dick began spurting my seed against her cervix. She squealed at each pulse, still quivering all over in climax. Even after I was spent, we held together in that position, panting from our exertions, both sweaty all over. After what seemed like several minutes Steph relaxed her grip on me and eased back down fully onto the bed.
Lifting onto my elbows, keeping my softening cock in her drenched hole, I gazed down on her post-climatic state. She was flushed everywhere I could see, white hair matted to her face, eyes still closed, lips parted and puffy, nipples now retracted to just above the areola. Eventually she reached up and pulled her hair from around her mouth. Her eyes opened with a faraway look. “Why in the fuck have we not done this before,” she asked.
“Because you chose peckerhead,” I replied. She groaned.
“Roll off, I’m starting to leak,” she said as she pushed me gently to the side. I complied and she pulled some tissues from the box on the shelf above the bed to wipe our combined juices from her crotch. “Damn, it must have been a while for you. Look at all that.” I chuckled back.
“Yeah, a while,” I confirmed.
“Don’t go so long, bro. It’s not healthy,” she admonished. I took that to mean there would be more. Fuck yeah!
My tent didn’t get any use that weekend since we shacked up in her trailer. I discovered she loves oral, receiving and giving. She’s okay with the taste of herself but doesn’t like semen in her mouth. She likes 69 so long as it’s foreplay. I discovered the first time I went down on her that she has a puffy clit and pussy lips. They swell up when she’s aroused. That’s hot. Sunday as we were hooking the trailer up to her SUV someone who was camped nearby came over and said he was surprised the rig would still roll, considering the workout the suspension got over the weekend. I’m looking forward to giving that suspension future workouts.
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