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.
On the rare
occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made
the most of it but sometimes they had
to create opportunities for example the day of Derek Bronson’s funeral.
The Bronson’s were
Antonia’s next door neighbour’s and Daphne was one of her closest friends and
obviously on the day of the funeral she was in pieces and she leant heavily on
Toni.
Antonia’s mum stayed
in her house and looked after her children and
Daphne’s mother
looked after the Bronson children and Antonia looked after her in her
house.
The warm weather of the that spring was still in evidence on the day of
the funeral and during the wake Daphne completely broke down and so Antonia had
her taken home and the doctor was called.
Dr Andrews came downstairs carrying her bag and said
“I’ve given her a sedative” she said “So she’ll sleep until morning”
“Thanks doctor” Toni said and as she closed the door behind her she
smiled and got her phone from her pocket and typed a message.
Paul Galasso was still at the wake and talking to some friends when he
felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he discreetly excused himself and read
the message.
“Come now!!!”
He discreetly slipped away from the funeral
and headed towards the Vicarage and then he turned down the lane by the church,
which led to the path that crossed the golf course and from there he traversed
the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and then he remembered
he wanted the house next door and went in the back gate and ran across the lawn
and tapped on the door.
When the door
opened the elegant figure of Antonia stood before him.
“Hello Paul” She
said brightly then pretended to be solemn with a half-smile.
“You called madam”
he asked
“What kept you” she
retorted
“I had a call from
a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty
ones first”
“You cheeky git” she
said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
She was giggling as
he took her in his arms, and when she stopped laughing he became aware of her
hot breath on his neck, and her arms tighten around him and she began to nuzzle
his neck and he could feel her breath panting on his skin.
Which was when the
beast in his pants stirred until it was bulging in his trousers and Antonia was
rubbing her pelvis against it.
While still nuzzling
his neck her hands had slipped inside his jacket and began to caress up and
down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses before tonguing and licking his
ear.
He reciprocated the
caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.
Her lips were soft,
her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic.
Antonia’s hands
began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great
urgency her hands were on his naked flesh and her nails were clawing his back.
She was half
perched on the table in front of him as she discarded his jacket and her
fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and with the task complete she virtually
ripped the shirt from his back.
Pulling herself to
her feet those eager trembling hands were on his flesh again and she sighed and
exhaled through her nose.
Paul had one hand
on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other
hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on
his torso long enough to allow her to wriggle her arms free of the sleeves and
then the dress fell to the floor, her hands then quickly returned to their
previous task.
Her kissing became
more intense as he turned his attention to her tits caressing them through the
black lace then he pushed Antonia backwards against the table and she stepped
out of the dress lying on the floor where it fell.
Paul stopped
playing with her tits and her stiffening nipples and moved his hand to the top
of her stocking with his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh,
pausing briefly before moving inside the silk of her panties.
His fingers dwelled
amidst her coarse bush, then Antonia snorted though her nose as he slipped his
fingers between her lips and immersed them in her juicy cunny.
She couldn’t maintain
the kiss any longer after that and her breaths became deep and erratic and he
pushed her back on the table and continued fingering her wet quim until her
cream oozed between his fingers.
She was in a
frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and
pulling her hair.
Antonia wriggled
beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the
edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse
breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.
He reached up under
her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the silk drawers off her buttocks
and down her thighs, then she obliged him by drawing up her knees for him to
pull her pants off over her shoes.
Paul hurriedly
undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock and she spread her legs wide to
receive him, her gorgeous bush on full display as he thrust into her grateful
pussy.
His hands slid down
her outer thighs until he had hold of her hips and her buttock slapped the top
of the desk as he pumped on her and she let out a low animal growl, which excited
him very much.
Paul was really
warming to his task when she suddenly drew up her legs and planted the leather soul
of her shoe on his chest and kicked him backwards until he fell on the floor.
He thought that if
she had had a change of heart all she had to say was stop he could have
understood that but no she had to kick him.
He looked up and
saw the now laughing Antonia rising up off the table and to his surprise she
joined him on the rug before climbing aboard and impaling her wetness on him.
“I thought you’d
changed your mind” he said as his hands grabbed her arse
“No chance” she
panted as she undid her bra and her beautiful tits hovered in front of his
face.
He suckled one aroused
nipple as she rose and fell on him.
And with each
successive length she took from him she exhaled a low animal grunt and with his
hands on her buttocks she persevered and maintained her sensual rhythm until
moaning and panting they reached crescendo and Antonia’s whole body seemed to
be in spasm as she cried out in orgasm.
She fell forward
and climbed off him to lay beside him on the rug puffing and wheezing as Paul
just lay there panting.
“God that was good”
she said
“No, good doesn’t
come anywhere near to describing that” he said
“There’s nothing
like great sex to make you feel alive” she said
After about ten
minutes they got up weak legged and sat at the table and had a drink and then
he began getting dressed.
“What do you think
you’re doing?” she asked disapprovingly
“Getting dressed”
he replied
“Well you can stop
that right away” she said
“Why?”
“Because I’m going
upstairs to check on the widow and then when I return we’re going to put a
nasty stain on her new sofa” she said and giggled.
Paul looked at her
jiggling tits as she laughed while wearing only stocking and shoes
“Well I don’t think
you should go dressed like that” he said
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