Chapter 9
Florence Coolidge moved around her small but comfortable apartment. Once she was the lady of a huge house with well-appointed lawns and flower beds but after her husband passed away the size and responsibility was too much for her. Reluctantly, she sold the house and found the apartment that she presently occupied.
She had just said goodbye to a young man who had left her completely spent. Florence had called a friend of hers whose twenty-year-old son was back in town visiting for a couple of weeks. Florence knew that the man was available so she had called her friend and asked if it might be possible for her to have her son stop by to move some furniture for her. The woman replied that she was sure that her son wouldn't mind a bit and that Florence might expect him in about an hour.
When the young man had arrived Florence told him that she had changed her mind. She had intended to change the arrangement of her living room but, at the last minute, had decided against it. She asked the man, Bob Lampe, to relax and join her for a drink.
"Thanks, Mrs. Coolidge," the young man responded. "It's kinda' hot out there and I sure could use a drink. What have you got?"
"Name it," Florence answered. "Beer, whiskey? And, by the way, please call me Florence. I know that I'm your mother's age but don't make me feel older than I am."
"Okay, Florence," Bob replied. "I think that a cold beer would do just fine."
"One cold beer coming right up," Florence said. "Sit and relax."
She returned with two frosted glasses of the cold beverage and handed one to her guest. Then she took a seat opposite him with her glass. They took exploratory sips then both smacked their lips to indicate their satisfaction. During the next few minutes they began exchanging small talk and Florence, by design, began to get a little careless of how much she was exposing by moving, crossing and recrossing her legs.
Bob tried to remain calm and relaxed even though he was being treated to a great show. Although Mrs. Coolidge was his mother's age, he was well aware that she was a very attractive woman. She had great legs and he was being treated to a display of them. He tried to retain his composure but he had trouble with the discomfort being caused by the growth of his cock in his tight jeans: He moved casually to try to reposition the hard object but Florence noticed the action and smiled knowingly. They continued with their conversation and finished their beverage. Before Bob had a chance to accept or reject a second, Florence jumped to her feet and grabbed his empty glass.
"Let me go in and get us a refill," she said pleasantly. "You stay nice and comfortable. You're not in any hurry, Bob. Are you?"
"Oh, no, Florence," the young man responded. "No hurry at all."
Florence retired to the kitchen to get them each another glass of beer and Bob took advantage of her absence to tug at his jeans to get his engorged cock in a more comfortable position. Just as he got it positioned the way that he wanted it, Florence returned with the refills.
"Here you go," she said handing Bob his glass. "Enjoy."
Florence returned to her seat opposite the young man whom she had decided to seduce long before he had arrived at her apartment. While Bob sipped his beer, Florence took a sip of hers then placed the glass down on a coaster on the end table nearest her.
"How long do you plan on being around town, Bob?" the woman asked.
"Oh, just about another six days or so," he replied. "I look forward to coming home about ten days every year to spend some time with mom and see some of my old friends."
"You sound like a very sensible young man," the woman answered. "Play the field and sample them all. Then when you are ready to settle down you'll have a good idea as to the type of woman you want to enter into a permanent relationship with."
"I kinda' like that philosophy," Bob said. "I still have a lot to learn."
Florence stretched and leaned back against the chair while allowing her legs to spread revealing a batch of pubic hair to her excited guest.
Florence gave him plenty of time to take in the delicious view before she sat up straight.
"Maybe I can teach you a little about older women," Florence said softly. "Think you'd like that, Bob?"
The young man stared at her without answering. He looked at the lustful look on her face, saw the thrust of her generous breasts and the long, shapely legs. Finally he spoke.
"What do you have in mind, Florence?"
"I'd like to fuck you and suck your cock," the mature woman said softly. "I want to take you in my bedroom and let you strip down. Then I will take you on a trip that you'll never forget. How about it?"
Bob looked at her confidently. When he finally spoke his voice was controlled and demanding.
"Pull up your skirt and let me look at your cunt," he said.
Florence hiked her skirt and spread her legs. She fluffed the soft pubic hair covering her excited pussy.
"Use your fingers to play with your pussy," Bob ordered. "Run them in and out until you get them nice and juicy then suck on them to get all the pussy juice off."
Florence was elated. Her excitement raged. She did as she was instructed and after her fingers were coated with secretions from her hot pussy she removed them and moved them to her mouth. She licked and sucked them with obvious relish. When she had finished she lowered them toward her pussy but did not cover it.
"What next?" she asked excitedly. "What would you like me to do for you?"
"Stand up and take off your clothes. I want to see your gorgeous boobs and your hairy cunt," Bob remarked.
Florence made quite a production out of disrobing. By the time she had removed the final garment, Bob had gotten to his feet, removed his cock from its confinement and was stroking it. Florence watched the response she had gotten from her visitor and smiled broadly. I'll fuck him until he can't stand, she thought to herself.
Bob moved toward her and stopped in front of her. Florence reached down and took hold of Bob's erect cock. She tugged it lightly and watched as it quivered and shook in her grasp. Bob reached forward and began running his hands over her breasts then down her body until he came into contact with her pussy hair. He tangled his fingers through it. Florence, in the meantime, had released his cock and was unbuckling his jeans. When she accomplished that task she lowered his pants down over his hips until the straining cock was free. Then she quickly dropped to her knees and placed the head of it in her mouth. She reached up and cupped and fondled Bob's come-filled balls while she went about the pleasurable task of sucking his excited cock. She continued to suck while she released his balls and ran her hands all over her hips, thighs and ass. Bob had already been greatly excited from all the word play and the peeks that Florence had given him. He knew that it wouldn't take any time at all for him to come. Florence continued her sucking and rubbing until she felt that Bob was about to erupt. Just when he was about to come she removed the cock from her mouth and aimed the cockhead at her generous tits. She massaged the love stick while it began spurting thick gobs of come all over her chest. The secretions ran down the valley between her tits and on down until some of it collected in her bush. When she had emptied the cock she got to her feet and guided Bob back into his chair. Then she stood before him and rubbed the love juice into her chest and stomach.
"Good for my skin," she said softly. "Keeps it soft and smooth."
She smiled down at the young man while she continued massaging the sperm-filled solution into her glowing flesh.
"Hope you have a couple more loads for me," the woman said.
"I do," Bob replied, "but I hope that you don't intend for all of them to be used as skin lotion. I'd like to spurt into your pussy and into your mouth. Think that you'll be able to accommodate me on that score?"
"You can bank on it," Florence said. "Come with me."
The couple went into the bedroom and Florence helped Bob to finish undressing. When they were both naked they headed for the shower and enjoyed the refreshment that the cascading water provided.
They rubbed each other vigorously then returned to the bedroom naked and tingling. Florence got on the bed on her back and patted the bed beside her indicating to Bob that she wanted him right there. The young man joined her and the two turned toward each other and began kissing and rubbing each other. They managed to raise their level of excitement until they had to have each other. Bob turned the mature woman on to her back and raised up so that he could look down at her. He smiled then lowered his head until his nose was buried in her furry nest. Florence opened her legs wide to assist and was rewarded by a soft tongue snaking its way into her pussy. Bob retained the contact while he swung his leg over Florence's body and hovered over her so that his cock was hanging free over her face. Florence reached for it and guided it between her lips. The thrill of the soft mouth caused Bob to move his tongue more rapidly around the entrance to Florence's sensitive vagina. The two ate away to their delight until both started to build toward orgasm. They broke away from each other while Bob dismounted and turned around. He knelt between Florence's legs and paused while she raised her legs. Bob placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and moved forward.
"Aaaahhh," Florence sighed, "that feels so fucking good, Bob. I haven't had a good hard cock in weeks. Push that wonderful thing in as far as it will go and hold it there for a few seconds."
Bob complied with her wishes then began the sensuous movements that caused Florence to grab and clutch at her eager lover. They grunted and pushed as sexual thrills washed over them. Bob lowered his head and captured a rigid nipple while he continued his cock movements. As he sucked on the hard little organ Florence began to whimper and cry out from the intensity of her feelings. Bob gave a forceful plunge and held it as spurts of come erupted from his cock. At the same time Florence screamed and released her pussy flow. Both of them squeezed each other as their passion reached its heights. A small puddle of come and pussy juice formed under the sweating pair. Finally, they released each other and fell apart.
Sometime later, after Florence and Bob had revived and showered again, they were back in the living room talking. Their conversation was very sexual as both parties regaled each other with stories of their sexual adventures. Florence had told Bob of the difficult time that she had taking on that first lover after she had been widowed. She and her husband had enjoyed an extremely active and varied sex life and to be left suddenly high and dry added to the turmoil and upheaval of the loss of her husband. It had taken quite some time for her to realize that her life had to continue and the past had to be shoved into the background and forgotten. She had taken the job at school as the assistant librarian and that had gotten her back into the social mainstream. During a dull afternoon at work during which the head librarian was out sick, a handsome and smiling young man delivered a supply of books from school district headquarters. Florence offered his a cup of coffee after he had finished bringing in the books. The two sipped on their coffee and began conversing about their jobs. The man was in his mid-twenties and he had worked for the school district for eighteen months. He had finished a three-year tour of duty in the service and the job he held currently was the only one available. He liked it well enough but complained to Florence that it didn't offer any opportunities for advancement and the pay was only so-so.
Despite the difference in their ages the two got along very well. Before he left Florence invited him to her apartment for dinner a couple of days hence and the man gladly accepted. That evening as she was waiting for her guest Florence was as jumpy and fidgety as a bride. In addition to that, she realized that she was feeling a familiar stirring between her legs and her sensitive nipples began to tingle. She admonished herself for allowing such feelings to take over, especially in connection with a man so much younger than herself. But she couldn't get rid of the feelings.
Following a sumptuous and delicious dinner the couple retired to the living room and before either one of them realized what was happening they were fucking furiously on the living room floor with the lights accenting every part of their yearning bodies. Since that night Florence had no difficulty in pursuing her desires.
Bob told Florence about his sexual adventures and both of them reignited their lust. They moved toward each other and, since they had remained naked following their second shower, they were able to see how excited each other had become. Bob moved over to join Florence on the couch and the two embraced. Bob thrust his tongue into Florence's mouth and groped at her full breasts as her chest rose and fell sharply from her excited breathing. While they kissed, the mature woman reached down and began stroking Bob's cock to urge it into its maximum hardness. Finally they were ready.
Bob sat on the couch and urged Florence to mount him with her back to him. She lowered herself as she guided his cock into her pussy until she had engulfed it firmly in her vagina. She lowered herself the rest of the way and sighed as she fell back against her young lover. Bob put his arms around the passionate woman and cupped her breasts. He rubbed and massaged them as his cock moved in and out slowly. Florence was enthralled. Her intense feelings were beyond description. The cock was a perfect fit which sent repeated thrills through her. She knew that it wouldn't take her long to come from the movement of the cock in her pussy and the envelopment of her breasts by Bob's tender handling. Suddenly they both let fly. Florence arched her back so suddenly that she almost broke the connection between her legs. But Bob managed to hold her down just enough to keep his cock in her snug vagina.
When they finally disentangled they were completely spent. Bob was the first to recover and after going to the bathroom he dressed and sat on a chair away from Florence. He watched her as she lay exhausted on the couch.
"I hope you've had enough for a while," he said as he continued to look at her voluptuous body. "I don't think that I can get my dick hard again for at least a week."
Florence opened one eye, glanced over at him and smiled.
"Wanna' bet that I could get it hard again if I really tried?" she asked.
"No bet," Bob answered. "Christ, Florence, I'm completely drained. And you must be too. Aren't you?"
"I've got to admit that you've done me in," the woman said contently. "I don't think my pussy would be able to stand a tongue, finger or dick. Whew, you really got to me."
"I don't mind telling you that I have never been so completely satisfied," Bob said to the smiling woman who was still draped over the couch. "You are in a class by yourself."
"Thank you kind sir," Florence said with a huge smile. "I take that as a supreme compliment."
That was the end of that engagement as Florence continued to check the apartment to make sure that everything met with her approval. She straightened a few cushions and placed a couple of books away. She had no definite plans for the rest of the weekend but she was wondering how soon it might be before she could revive her relationship with that young, delicious, delectable Beverly Lambert.
Florence sat down and began thinking about the incident in the library. That girl is one hot number, the older woman thought. I must positively get her up to this apartment one of these days, she told herself. Florence decided that she would get one hard cock, something or somebody like Bob, and have Beverly over. Then that adorable, voluptuous young woman would get one hell of a treat.
Florence smiled and closed her eyes.