I used to meet with friends in the evenings now and then. It’s a pointless ritual, and we did nothing but talk, some coherent fun stuff and rest gibberish. We used to meet at different places.
But during the phase of this story, we mostly met at a friend’s apartment’s common terrace. It’s a lovely, quaint place. Although there were a lot of residents in there, no one used to bother us. The entire terrace was to us.
I first saw her in the doorway while taking the stairs. She’s 65 and pretty much looked her age. But she’s a bombshell. Lovely big knackers and a perfectly big complimenting ass. She’s quite tall, which further accentuated her physique.
She has a cute, barely noticeable paunch. She has a pretty face, long, lustrous black hair, and juicy but ladylike lips. She saw me ogling her figure and face. An overall beauty, she gave me the eye. I smiled at her instead of showing fear or feeling guilty.
Then I went on my way, not paying heed to her later expression. I met with my friends, who were already cracking jokes on the terrace. I asked the guy who lived in the apartments about her whereabouts. Supposedly, she’s a retired high school principal, and that too a school of some reputation.
This immediately surged blood into my loins. Not only is she bat-shit-crazy attractive, but she’s also got brains. I made up my mind then that I would try for her. A leap of faith driven by lust and a void inside me to be filled and quenched.
I was lucky. Little did I know she felt a strong attraction towards me, too, after the smile encounter in the doorway and stairs. After a few days, I saw her again. This time, in close confines, I met her in the lift.
She’s carrying a baby. Later, I came to know it was her grandson. I had an erection seeing her in such close quarters and wanted to grope her. My lust was tangible, and she could easily sense it. I was playing with the baby whilst actually being hypnotised by her tits.
Maybe she realised then she would succumb to my advances. When we got to her floor, she brazenly squished her melons on my arms and went out. What a bold lady and awesome she embraced her desires so well and quickly.
Now it’s my move. She stayed with her husband, children and grandchildren. But that didn’t diminish my confidence. Only heightened my desire in a proper euphoric way. Even with such a huge family as a hurdle she answered to my calling to mate.
So, I stalked her for a few days. I saw her routine when I could approach her without any disturbance. Even with all my efforts I couldn’t find a singular time that’d allow me to go that. But I was too horny to give up, so I went and rang the bell.
Her son answered the call. I introduced myself and told him I was friends with one of the residents in the building, and I came to meet his mom. Yes, I was doing everything in my power to hide my erection. Her son invited me inside after I told him I admired his mom.
I told him being a retired principal of a reputed school is very commendable. He was quite taken by my praises and genuinely believed it. He took me to the hall and made me sit.
Sarita was intrigued and pleasantly surprised to see me be so bold. Maybe a notch more than her. She sat with me. We had a nice chat with the undertones of let’s fuck but polite, subtle, and almost nonexistent to others. I got her number.
We casually texted each other. It’s surprisingly consistent. Nothing sexual, neither crossed the line. She always evaded anything that even closed alluded to sensual sexual stuff. It’s a dead end. She’s too good. She wasn’t easy.
So I realised quickly this would never happen on text. I invited her on a date, of course, without it being anything official. I wanted to play coy. So I told her I was writing a piece on school managerial duties or some such crap.
She, too, knew it was crap notwithstanding, agreed to meet me, such a positive sign. She lied at home to meet me so we had the entire day. I didn’t know this till later.
So we finished the food and talked some pseudo-intellectual nonsense. I basically nodded at everything, not in an agreeable fashion, but like being polite. Maybe she made fine points. But the only thing that kept my attention so transfixed was rubbing one under the table.
Only after she permitted me to do so, I told her I had an inch between the legs. If she didn’t mind, I would rub at it while she talked. The moment was so right for me to be so forthright. I think she just might’ve had an orgasm while she gave me the green signal, yes.
On the way back, I didn’t ask her permission. I made her acknowledge we’d take a detour to a nearby lake before I dropped her off. Now, this lake is totally deserted in the late afternoons. I parked the car in a secluded area.
We talked for a while. After which, I touched her reassuringly friendly manner, like you do when you chat with close friends. She took my advances. Then I kissed her on the cheek, we talked more, I kissed again, more this time.
I kissed her abruptly, interrupting her conversation. I did it so often that it seemed like she was stammering. Then we just sloppy kissed for a while. I was groping her everywhere so much it seemed like I was giving her a massage.
Then I pulled my cock out of my zipper, took her hands which she was quite reluctant for a second, then started stroking it. We fucked in the back, with no condom, nothing, no fear, no sense of self-consciousness.
It’s over within 15-20 minutes, tops. Although we diddled, I didn’t get to see her nude.
We now have sex regularly, take baths, and go on vacations. I even make her chant. Henceforth, I’m her husband. The cuckold sitting at home has a disability. We’re truly more than lovers. But we give each other space. Even if we met once in 6 months, it’d be something to write home about.
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