Twenty eight year
old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently
divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only
ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf
Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between
Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of
access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was
that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her
some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned
into something else, as they had fallen in love.
Paul knew from an
earlier overheard conversation, that she was going to be alone in the house
most of the weekend as her mother had taken the children.
Although she was
talking to friends, the statement was very definitely meant for him, so he knew
he was expected on Saturday night.
He was later setting off than he intended
as he had trouble shaking off his mates, but eventually he managed to give them
the slip in the pub and went out the back door.
Once outside he headed towards the Vicarage
and then turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed
the golf course.
From there he traversed the course until he
reached the back of Antonia’s house and he was pleased to see some of the house
lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way
up to the house and tapped on the window.
It took a few minutes, but then Antonia was
at the door already in her nightclothes.
She gave him a smile and opened the door
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said
“I couldn’t get away” he responded while he
watched her nipples erecting through her silk nightie in the cool night air,
she noticed him looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them
instead she said
“I thought I might have to attend to
myself”
“Oh that sounds nice, can I watch?” he
replied
“You are incorrigible” she said and
laughed, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door and
closed it behind him, drawing the curtain and then immediately slithered up
against him and kissed his mouth.
“Where would you like me darling?” she
asked
“Bed I think” he answered
“A good choice” she said and giggled
“Anywhere would have been a good choice
Toni,” he told her
“Shut up and get upstairs,” she ordered
He followed Antonia as she climbed the
stairs with his eyes fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they taunted him
through the silk of her nightgown
“So if you had needed to attend to yourself
what would you been thinking about?”
Paul asked
“I can’t tell you that,” she said coyly
giving him a quick glance over her shoulder
As they reached the top stair he insisted
“I think you can”
“I can’t” she reaffirmed as they reached
the bedroom door but he took hold of Antonia and turned her towards him and
kissed her
“Please” he said,
She stood staring at his chest and let out
a huge sigh
“That day in the woods up by Teardrop Lake,
by the Folly, where you took me from behind over the ruins” she said quietly
“You enjoyed that day didn’t you?” he said
proudly
Antonia nodded
“When I walk in those woods I still get a
tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at his chest.
“And what else?” he asked as she opened the
bedroom door
“The night of the summer ball” she answered
as she pulled him into the room.
“On the golf cart in the moonlight”
“And?” he persisted as they stood by the
bed
“In the woods in the thunderstorm” she
replied as she began to undress him, “and later at your house”
His shirt and trousers were discarded when
he asked
“Is that all?”
“St Andrews day” she barked as she yanked
his pants down
“When I kidnapped you and had you in the
car”
“And that time in Sharpington on the beach”
she added and she pulled one sock off
“And the day after that in the dunes” and
the other sock was removed.
“Is there anything in your Wank Bank that
doesn’t involve me?”
“No” she said and kissed his helmet before
standing up again
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked
“Put something else in the bank” she
replied and slipped her fingers around his cock and kissed him.
“And how would madam like her deposit?” he
asked
“Surprise me,” she answered tightening her
grip on his shaft and kissing him again.
While she tugged on him his hands were
fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum but Paul released the handfuls of arse
and grabbed handfuls of her nightie instead and dragged it upwards.
Antonia released her hold on him and he
pulled her nightgown off over her head and then he lifted her up so she was
standing on the bed and Antonia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his
head towards her great globes surmounted by huge aroused nipples which she
wafted about his lips, tempting and teasing him until she allowed him to engulf
a great pink teat and suck hard on it.
After a minute or so she pushed his head
back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nipple and then unceremoniously
latched him on to the other.
After giving the appropriate period of
attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.
Antonia bounced spectacularly on the bed
and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.
As he moved toward her Antonia, still
giggling, tried to turn and scramble away.
But he rapidly crawled up the bed and
grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Having prevented her escape he could then
slowly crawl up her tidy bod, kissing her belly as he crawled then her plump
tits, sucking both teats again before he reached her mouth and when their
tongues engaged in a passionate duel his throbbing arousal homed in on her
moistness and he entered her all the way, and as he did breath exhaled from her
mouth into his.
Antonia’s thighs gripped him tightly and
her noisy responses to his strokes urged him on, as if he needed any
encouragement.
Her nails were in his back as they moaned
and grunted in unison and sped on quickening the pace and shortening the stroke
until they reached maximum velocity and both exploded in utter ecstasy.
And they lay locked in that embrace, a
single, sweating panting beast for several minutes until he rolled off her and
they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Eventually he looked at her and said
“Will that make it to the bank?”
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
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