I sit on the bed as my socks are rolled on, my shoes are put on, and my bows are perfect. Does anyone really notice the bows on the shoes? I stand up, and then my shirt is tucked into my pants. My cock is hit several times by her hand. She smiles and walks into Jane’s room as I follow her out of the room.
With a kiss from Jane and mom, I leave, I feel good about tonight.
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I am early, but I am seated, waiting for my date to arrive. That’s unusual; this place is hoping like usual. I am facing a wall, away from the hostess. I laugh, I can see Tony requesting this, so I don’t run away. This isn’t promising.
Just a few moments later, a set of large breasts press into the back of my shoulders, and she whispers, “I’ve always wanted to do that to you.”
With the whisper, I don’t know the voice. By her comment, she knows me well, and I’ve never slept with her.
She walks past me, in a flash, she turns and faces me. She has a beautiful smile on her face.
I chuckle, “I should have known.”
Sophia asks, “Who did you expect?”
I sit dumbly, unable to come up with a name.
She asks, “Not Vickie?”
I smile politely, “I’m sure mom won’t do that to me directly.”
Sophia chuckles, “I had no idea she was so out of control. For that, I am truly sorry. Tonight, I want to experience a night with Bill. My daughter and I are close. I know a lot about you. If I were twenty years younger, my daughter would be in Antarctica on a research mission.” I giggle. “Call your driver and send him home. We’ll have dinner, then do some dancing, and then I have a room at the Plaza reserved for us. A change of clothes is in my car already. I will drop you off at home tomorrow. I want to check up on my daughter.”
I laugh, “She and Jane are having quite the time. She even blew me to prep me for my date. She didn’t want me messing up my pants.”
We both giggle, and I make the call.
We have a lovely dinner with great conversation. Sophia is a hoot to have dinner with. I think we both enjoyed it very much. We walk a few blocks to a bar that caters to older people. No techno music, screeching records, and flashing lights on a dark dancefloor. I didn’t see the raunchy grinding that younger bars often have late at night, either. This bar plays older rock music with beautiful voices, none of the all-too-common yelling that was common of the day. Phil Collins, Billy Joel, Chicago, Journey, the Beetles, Rolling Stones, and Fleetwood Mac are commonly heard groups, to name a few.
The crowd is friendlier, respectful, and drinking was not overdone. There are album covers, posters, and other memorabilia to make the place cool. Most people are here for the slow dancing. We both have a terrific evening dancing and holding each other. We take breaks to enjoy a drink.
Nothing is rushed or forced; we just enjoy the other’s company. I wish more of my dates were like this. By 1:00, Sophia has had enough. We leave, and the limo ride is but a few minutes to the hotel. She got one of the two Presidential Suites for us.
She’s already checked in; it’s just a matter of waiting for the elevator and going to the room. We’re on the top floor; it’s literally half of the top floor. It’s a complete waste of money, but she can afford it. I would have done the same thing; it doesn’t bother me.
It’s a beautiful suite. Huge TV, bar, kitchen, living room to entertain twenty, and amazing wrap-around balcony. The view at night, even at this late hour, is absolutely stunning. We both hold our breaths as we look out onto the Hudson River.
I am led to the bedroom, where the natural-looking furniture is in perfect shape. The wood has dark grains and a light honey color all the way around the room. Each piece has the same style and color, and even the trim molding is the same type. The walls aren’t white or condo beige; it’s a soft yellow with floral prints, drapes, pillows, and chair cushions. It’s a fantastic room. Definitely classy.
Without even asking, I stand firm while she slowly strips off my tie and belt with zero effort. Her breasts bounce on my chest as she works on my shirt buttons. Her hands remove the shirt. Before she continues, she examines my upper body. She traces every muscle, scar, and imperfection from my service days. I worked very hard to get those mementos. It’s not easy surviving them.
She squats and removes my shoes and socks. She checks my ankles, I guess looking for swelling since we were on our feet so long. While on her knees, she unbuttons my pants, unzips them, and while her breasts press into a leg, she pulls them down.
While looking at my cock, and I do mean staring at it, ignoring my face, she asks, “You obviously had help dressing. I have seen you enough to know you have zero fashion sense. Tonight, you were a magazine model. You had help. Did they drain you, or must I relieve your first load? I want this to last a while.”
I chuckle good.
I admit, “Yes, I had help. Jane picked out my wardrobe, then had your daughter shave me, sucked my cock, showered me, dried me, and then dressed me.”
Sophia giggles, “I was wondering why you smelled like lavender. I like it a lot; I just didn’t figure you would.”
I smile, “You would be correct. Others use my shower for various reasons; I have all kinds of crap in my washroom I hope to never use.”
She stands up and then slowly turns around. I unzip her dress, and it plummets to the floor. No panties, but there is a hefty push-up bra.
As I unlatch the straps in the back, she says softly, “Sorry they’re not perkier. You must have seen far better.”
I giggle, “I have seen perkier and smaller. Age is what it is, nothing you can do about it. Natural always looks better in my book.” I turn her around with the bra in my hand. “They are huge and still look astonishing to me. Mature women have a solid feel to them and more curves than a teen could ever hope to have. It’s why mature women look so regal and elegant if they’re well preserved, which you most certainly are.
“Magazines want thin young women with tight young skin. Look at me; they break too easy.” She laughs. “No, seriously. They have to cowgirl because they can’t stand my body over them, pressing my meat into them as fast or slow as I can. With a mature woman, I get to have fun. So no, I don’t mind a bit of sag; it’s a sign that a woman can really be fucked well, which you will find out tonight. I mean. That is why I’m here, right?”
I am pushed back onto the bed. Sophia climbs up on the bed and then me. I guess she wants to drive for a while. She sits square on my cock and slowly descends at the same rate that her smile enlarges.
Sophia apologizes, “My first times weren’t so great. I like to ride the pogo stick the first time to see if the man is worthy. Already, I know you are. I’m here. You’re there. I’m going to fuck you for a while. Don’t worry, my legs are out of shape, it won’t be long.
True to her word, a mere ten minutes and she is worn out. I use my hands and arms to assist. She gets an additional ten minutes and is crying by the time she wants to stop. I pop her off my cock and bring her down to my chest. We both enjoy this. My mind is catching up now. I was in a daze as she was fucking me. She is naturally tight from no sex, and she users her Kegels to squeeze me. I love women that can do that.