Anyway, blue dress. It was a dress I hadn’t seen her wear in a long time. Probably because the hem was considerably shorter than she usually wore these days. With age, her hemline has dropped from mid-thigh to barely above her knee. This one was definitely mid-thigh, if not even a little higher. She was standing at the counter chopping vegetables that looked to go in a salad when I walked up behind her. I slipped my arms around her waist and leaned down and kissed her neck. “Did I tell you how good you looked this morning?”
“You did, but you can tell me again,” she said with a little giggle.
“You look incredible. So beautiful and so sexy.”
“Liar. We both know I’m an old woman with an old woman body. But if you want to tell me you like it… well, who am I to argue?”
“Well, just so there’s no question, I think you’re incredibly sexy,” I whispered, pressing my cheek against hers and slipping my hands around her and up to her breasts. I cupped each one and gently squeezed them, letting my thumbs stroke across her dress covered nipples.
“Mmmmmmm. I like that. My nipples have been begging for more attention since this morning,” she whispered.
“Oh? Did my dick tickle their fancy?” I whispered, still teasing her nipples, which surprisingly, I could feel getting harder through the material of her dress and bra.
“You could say that,” she said, still trying to cut the peppers she had on the cutting board in front of her. “But if you’re going to do anything about it, you might not want to waste time. Diane’s coming over after dinner for our workout.”
I slipped my hands from around her and reached them to her back as I straighten up. “Then why wait?” I asked, pulling the zipper down her back. I unzipped her dress all the way down to the top of her butt, as far as the zipper would go. I unclasped her bra in the gap of the dress and then slipped my hands up her bare back inside the dress, pushing the shoulders of the dress and the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She set the knife down and lowered her arms, letting me push the dress and bra down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. I leaned back against her, wrapping my arms around her and crossing them so that I was cupping each breast and pulling her back against me as well. I stroked her now bare nipples with my thumbs, teasing the hard nubs and drawing a soft groan from her. “You like that?”
“I think we both do,” she whispered, pressing her ass against my quickly hardening cock. She moved her hands from the counter edge and pushed the dress lower, working it down between us until it slid down around her ankles. Then her hand wormed between us and found the zipper of my slacks. She worked the zipper down and slipped her hand in, teasing my brief covered dick with her fingers. “Someone’s getting pretty turned on. Either that or you’re carrying a cucumber in your pocket.”
“That’s no cucumber,” I whispered back.
She pulled her hand from my pants. “In that case,” she whispered, as she worked to undo my belt with one hand. I pulled my pelvis away from her enough she could get both hands behind her and on my belt. In a few moments she had my pants sliding down my legs and was pushing my briefs down. “Definitely not a cucumber,” she said, stroking my hard-on. I let one hand let go of her breast and slide down to her crotch, stroking the definitely wet crotch material of her panties. I worked my fingers between her legs, stroking her lips in time with my thumb strokes across her nipple. “Ohhhhhhhh damn honey. You’re making me so wet.”
“Good,” I whispered.
“You keep that up and I’m going to make you put that dick someplace it can do some good,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Any time you want,” I whispered back.
“How about now?” she asked, letting go of my dick. I held her and felt her pushing her pantyhose and panties down. I moved my fingers to let her push them down to her thighs and then slipped my fingers between her legs again, this time slipping my fingers between her wet lips. I stroked her clit softly as she bent over and rubbed my engorged head up and down between her wet lips. I felt her find the entrance to her depths with my head and pushed into her, my head and about two inches sliding into her. I continued to stroke her clit with my fingers while I started to work my dick in and out, lubricating my shaft with her juices. In and out I moved until my body pressed her bare ass with each stroke. I shifted my grip on her body, cupping her right breast with my right hand now, instead of her left, allowing me to start to stroke more strongly into her. “Oh damn. Ohhhhhhh damn that feels good.”
“I’m glad,” I whispered.
“Go faster lover. Go faster. Make me come.”
I grinned to myself and let most of her breast pull from my hand, just holding her nipple between my fingers and the palm of my hand. I straightened up part way and started to drive into her harder, plunging into her with an audible squish. “Oh damn,” I groaned as I felt my urgency building. With her legs pressed together by her pantihose, she was surprisingly snug around my shaft, and the angle was hitting all the right places with ease. I teased her clit and pumped in and out of her, determined to make her climax hard before I couldn’t hold back any further. Each slap of her ass made her tits bounce, the nipple of the one I was holding being stretched and pulled by its weight.
I felt her start to climax. The first little spasms of her pussy around me, coaxing me to plunge even faster. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I pumped my hips, her pussy starting to squeeze tighter, her moans shifting to breathless gasps as her body started to delve into its full climax. I just couldn’t hold back any longer and drove my cock into her hard one last time before letting a long groan out. I felt my cock pump my cum into her, surprising me a little with how much it felt like I was filling her with after the load I’d given her that morning. I caught just the slightest movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Diane standing in the family room, looking right at us, one hand over her mouth, the other over her crotch. I had no idea how long she had been there, but from the look of the bumps on the front of her spandex shirt, long enough to get turned on. When she realized I was looking back at her, she blushed and walked quickly and quietly back out of the room. I heard the garage door open and close while I stood there panting, my cock still twitching inside her.
“Ohhhhh damn,” my wife whispered, reaching up and coaxing my hand from her breast. She bent over further and leaned on the counter for support while she panted. “That was…um…intense and unexpected, for both of us, I think. I might have to tease you in the morning a little more often.”
“Any time you want. I won’t argue,” I panted.
“Good,” she said, pushing me back and out of her. She turned to face me and pushed me back with one hand on my chest, looking down at my leaking dick, dripping our come. “You better go clean that thing off and change before Diane comes over. I don’t think she’d appreciate seeing your old man dick hanging out.”