I was currently dating Mary. I was twenty, and she was eighteen. She lived with her grandparents. Mary was a petite redhead with huge plump breasts. We had been screwing since the first date. She loved to fuck but was not adventurous and only did missionary, and not oral.
It was ten at night when I knocked on her door. Mrs. J, Mary's grandmother, was home alone. Mary had forgotten I was coming over to watch a movie with her. She had gone to the county fair with her granddad.
Mrs. J. looked flustered when she answered the door in her open robe. She quickly closed her robe once she realized it had fallen open.
Mrs. J. was a fifty-five-year-old stunning redhead. Until then, I could only imagine how sexy her body was. The open robe revealed a slim, fit body that was kissed by the sun, with freckles all over. Her breasts were firm teacup size, with long pink nipples and small flesh areolas. A neatly trimmed red triangle-shaped bush was just below her flat stomach. Her labia prominently hung down and glistened with drops of moisture.
Mrs. J.'s face was beet red with embarrassment. She attempted to ignore the fact that I had just seen her private bits by apologizing for Mary not being home. She knew I had driven for over an hour, so she invited me in and told me to sit at the kitchen table.
She asked if I wanted a soda. I nodded, so she reached up into the cabinet for two glasses. When her arm stretched high, the hem of her robe slid halfway up her cheeks. Her ass was firm and round.
When she was putting ice in the glasses and filling them with soda, I noticed a large flesh dildo sitting on the counter. She noticed where my eyes were looking. "Goddammit, I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me for my inappropriate behavior," she pleaded.
"It's alright Mrs. J., everyone needs some me time now and then. I masturbate at least once a day. It is natural," I comforted.
She attempted to wrap it up in a hand towel but must have hit the switch as the dildo started vibrating and the dick head twirled in a circle.
She started weeping in her hands. I jumped up and turned the dildo off. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
We sat down at the table, and I held her hands. "Mrs. J., don't feel bad or embarrassed. I've had worse happen to me. My mother and little sister caught me jacking off to a lingerie magazine, and they saw me shoot my wad onto my stomach. My sister still rags me about this," I confessed.
"Call me Jane," she smiled. "It's just that my husband hasn't had intercourse with me in five years. He is too embarrassed to even touch me intimately because he injured himself in a motorcycle accident and his penis got smashed. The motorcycle accident scarred and misshaped his penis, causing it to no longer perform sexually. He had such a handsome penis, so straight and thick. It was a good six inches long. We used to make passionate love four or five times a week. Now he won't even touch me intimately at all."
I said, "I understand his embarrassment, but if he loves you, he should consider your needs as well. He could use his fingers or his tongue. Hell, he could even use the dildo on you. You are a sexy, vibrant woman. Any man would love to bed you. I know I would." I paused for a second. "Jane, I regret being so forward and crass."
Jane leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I could see her robe open, and her breasts were once again in sight. I held her face and kissed her on the mouth. My tongue darted in, and she twirled her hot tongue around it. I placed my left hand on her right breast and my right hand between her thighs. Her thighs were silky smooth, and they opened slightly as an invitation.
I could feel the heat from her pussy as I slid my hand closer. Jane was panting as I massaged her firm breast and rolled my thumb and forefinger around her nipple. My fingers found her long pussy lips, and I spread them open. Her womanly scent wafted into my senses.
I pushed her legs further apart as Jane was kissing my neck. Two fingers sank deep into her hot pussy. Her pussy became drenched, and her inner walls puffed up and swelled. Jane moaned as I rubbed her G-spot. I used my thumb to find her clit. Her clit was easily located, as it was the size of a grape.
Jane shuddered and her juices flowed as I rubbed her clit and G-spot. We both stood up, and I pushed her robe off of her shoulders and onto the floor. I stepped back to take in all her beauty. Her chest was heaving, and her juices were running down her legs. I turned her around and bent her over the table.
Her ass was spectacular. Perfectly pear-shaped and firm. I loved this view of a beautiful woman with their ass sticking out and their labia prominently in sight, along with her starfish-shaped asshole.
I spread her cheeks and reamed her ass with the tip of my tongue. She moaned with delight. I turned her around once more, set her on the edge of the table, and pushed her on her back. Her legs lay on my shoulders on either side of my head. I licked her ass once more, then dragged my tongue between her long lips up to her protruding clit. I repeated this a few times before burying my tongue deep into her pussy.
I lapped her juices and ran my tongue around her inner walls. Her thighs were squeezing my head tight as she pulled my curly, long hair. Jane arched her back and let out a silent scream as I sucked her engorged clit. She pushed me off as her senses were overloading.
We stood toe to toe as she tried to catch her breath. I towered over her as I was 6'4" and she was a mere 5'2". She was awkwardly unbuttoning my shirt. I grabbed her hands to steady them. She peeled my shirt off over my shoulders and dropped my shirt to the floor. Jane worked on the snap of my jeans as I kicked my shoes off.
Once my zipper was down, Jane tugged my jeans over my hips and down to my ankles. She bent down to slip them completely off. Her eyes gazed at the bulge I was sporting in my boxers. Her wet tongue licked her dry lips as she was panting heavily.