Sexy Mature Torrie

Another Perspective
By Rick Savage

 

 

What is it with you guys? I keep reading these stories and I think to myself-what the hell are you waiting for. I mean really, take the recent story “My Christmas Present”. For God’s sake, this girl virtually tells the guy she wants him to eat her pussy and he waits from summer to Christmas to do it. What the hell was he doing in between? Pounding his pud? Listen up boys and girls it’s all about fucking and now is the best time, not next month, not next year, now. Quit beating around the bush and beating off and get to it. After all, there might not be a tomorrow. Think I’m crazy? I don’t. I worked at the same place that guy did, I swear I recognized him from the story and I’ve talked to him about it. He won’t make the same mistake twice, I guarantee you. What do I mean? We’ll here is my side of the same story. Same girl, same office, different result:

I had only been renting my suite for one month when the old receptionist, an aging senior citizen named Hilda, had abruptly resigned. Carolyn replaced her. Carolyn was an improvement over Hilda, but not by a whole lot. She was about 45 years old with graying brunette hair, green eyes, and dark complexion. She was about 5’7” tall, but his estimate of her weight at 150 was a good 25 lb. light. She was 175 if she was an ounce. I had to agree with his assessment that she was ample, not fat, and believe me I’ve fucked fat ones. Take Diane for example, she was fat a pig, nothing at all like Carolyn.

She dressed like she was looking. I know the look, so do you. Short skirt, calf high boots, short sleeve tight blouse, and a pushup bra just to be sure that there is cleavage showing. I remember distinctly walking into the reception area when she first showed up. He was there too, drooling over the new hire. As I walked down the hall towards her she swiveled in her chair and flashed me the cutest set of green panties that I had seen in awhile. I winked at her as she closed her legs and she smiled demurely. He blushed and walked out of the room, I walked right up to her and started to make conversation. She answered the phone occasionally, but mostly talked with me for a good 10 minutes. She worked for the corporation that owned and leased the suites, not for me, so I didn’t think that sexual harassment was ever an issue. At about the 7-minute mark of our conversation I told her a dirty joke and she laughed like a truck driver. At the 10 minute mark she told me the joke about teaching the pussy to talk, you know-“put a tongue in it.” I instinctively said, “I’d love to teach yours to talk” to which she said “anytime!” Instead of waiting for 6 months like he did to try to figure out if this skirt would let him fuck her I said, “lessons start after work tonight, you’re done at 5:00, from here we’re going to pour a couple of liquor drinks down your neck and then we are going to eat a great dinner, and then we are going to teach that pussy of yours to talk, hell we might even teach it to sing!” She laughed so hard I thought she’d pee in her pants.

5:00 came and went, and Carolyn was caught up in some last minute copying for one of the suites. I sat in the reception room and read an old Sports Illustrated. She did manage to flash me that green panty covered pussy smile a few times, which I greatly appreciated. About 20 minutes passed and I was starting to get a little antsy. I told her I’d meet her in the bar of the Steakhouse on the ground floor of the building. She said, “Oh, honey, don’t get upset with me, stick around for just a few more minutes till I finish, you won’t regret it.” I went back to my reading and she put more papers on the copy machine. She also got up and went to the bathroom. She came back, sat down and checked on the status of the copy job, then she swiveled around to flash me again, but this time she had no panties on, just her hairy pussy smiling right at me. I could see the glean of liquid on the lips. Needless to say I got a hardon on the spot!!

She finished in no time and turned off all of her machines, grabbed her purse and announced that she was ready for anything now. So was I.

I assume the guy who wrote the original story was already home beating his meat; I myself was about to get my Christmas present in July. We took the crowded elevator down to the first floor. She managed to position her ass directly in front of my bulging dick and gave it a nice fanny rub on the way down. We both had a couple of bourbons at the steak place, and I had a nice New York strip medium rare. She had a filet rare. We both ate baked potatoes, and drank red wine. As an appetizer I order us a dozen oysters on the half shell, I knew that I’d need them for stamina as the night wore on. After dinner we went back up to my office suite. Nobody was in the office and mine personal suite had a door that locked, and a private bathroom. She was feeling pretty loose from the drinks and the bottle of Cabernet that we drank with the meat. She excused herself into the bathroom but I followed like a little puppy. When she noticed I was just behind her she didn’t even try to close the door, she pulled me in and shut it after me. She pulled me to her and we kissed for minutes. Finally she pushed me away and said, “Honey I really got to pee”. With that she hiked her skirt and sat on the potty and began to tinkle. I watched with a smile on my face. I could see her hairy pussy, but couldn’t really see much. She could tell and to help satisfy my prurient interest she half stood so I could see the stream of hot yellow liquid flow from between her pouty lips. When she finished she sat again and wiped herself dry. She stood and pulled her short skirt down over her brown hairy snatch and straightened it out. She said, “Honey, now it’s your turn”. With that she came over and unzipped my fly and took out my semi erect penis. She pulled me over to the toilet and positioned me so that if I could pee it would at least hit the mark. Of course, my bladder became rather shy and she politely turned the water on which was all I needed to loosen up the water works. She held my dick for as long as it took and then gave it a few good shakes to be safe. She then undid my pants altogether and positioned me in front of the running sink. She found a washrag and wetted it with warm water and proceeded to wash my penis and ball sack until it was shiny clean. She then hiked her own skirt up and used the warm washrag to clean her own pussy. I got a great show as she washed the inside and outside with equal gusto, and even did a great clean job on her anus. I was going to enjoy eating this woman. We were both a little tipsy and really enjoying the moment. Neither of us had any inhibitions.

Again she smoothed her skirt and stood up, but she made me step out of my pants. Hell as long as I was half naked I figured I’d be all naked, so I removed my tie and shirt. She took my hand and we walked back out into the office. I had a couch along one wall and we walked over and sat on it. Actually, I had her sit on it and I kneeled down in front of her. I made her spread her legs, which involved hiking her skirt all the way up, and finally it proved more comfortable for her to just take it off. I started by kissing her lips, then tongued her ear then neck, and down her shirt to her now exposed belly button. You’d be surprised how erotic it is to suck belly button, but apparently it is cause she went nuts. After a few minutes there I proceeded lower to her muff, which was again dripping in anticipation. I licked her engorged clit for minutes and made her cum at least once. I then licked the outside and then stuck my tongue as far up her snatch as it would go. She bucked madly and loved every minute. After about 10 or 15 minutes of this I stood and put my rigid rod directly into her open mouth. She sucked and licked returning the favor. With my dick wet from the licking and her pussy dripping from the talking lesson I kneeled again and pulled her forward on the couch, I inched forward myself, and stuck my throbbing tool inside of her, slowly at first, then forcefully and to the hilt. She moaned and licked her lips, then swallowed my tongue with her mouth and my dick with her pussy. We fucked that way for a while, and then I made her stand and remove her blouse revealing a green bra, which matched her panties earlier in the day. She unbuttoned that from the front and let her 38c’s spill out. I sat on the couch and made her sit facing me and slowly impale herself on my dick. She did, and this gave me access to those titties, which I licked and sucked, gently. She loved it and came several more times. I would alternate between having her sit on me, and having her kneel in front of me and suck me. That way, the anesthetizing effect of the blowjob allowed me to fuck long and hard. Finally, when I knew that I was about to cum I made her turn her back to me and I entered her from behind. I massaged her tits with my hands and fucked her faster and faster from behind until I could take no more. Just as I was about to cum, she cried out that she was cumming again. As she stifled a scream I pulled out of her pussy and shot my load on her back and ample ass. I moved one hand to her pussy and helped her finish her orgasm, and I moved the other hand to my dick and helped myself finish a great shot!

We were both exhausted and messy! We went back to my bathroom and gave each other slow erotic sponge bathes, then went back out to the couch and fucked again. From that night on we fucked on average of twice a week until Christmas. She had been telling me about this guy in another suite coming on to her and that she was attracted to him. I encouraged her to act on her instinct, and even told her to fuck him that last workday before Christmas. According to her he was ok. I continued to fuck her regularly until she quit to move to another city.

Here is my point. The first author wasted so much time hoping the broad would like him when she told him from the first meeting that she wanted to fuck him. Like can come later, for now lust should come first. Quit waiting, go for it.

If you liked this story please let me know at ricksavage@mail.com

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