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 and sometimes they just happened.
Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in
truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the
first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle
and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex or even make love in the
woods like they did once in a storm.
And as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just
beyond the treeline.
Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was
beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual, what set his heart racing was the
fact that he loved her.
As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he
noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped
into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever
all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a
white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated
skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle
socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a
pale blue glove holding a Golfing brolley above her.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood
they made love beneath the oak.
But that was before the leaves were shed now there was no protection
from the rain,
“I wanted to see you too” he confessed
They both knew what they wanted to happen; she wanted him to make love
to her and share in the afterglow and he just wanted her with him to share his
bed.
“Come to mine” he implored
“I can’t” she replied “I have a million things to do”
“Are you sure?” he asked
“I’m sorry,” she said and forced a smile “I can’t”
“I’ll give you lunch as well” he countered
“I want to so much” she said sadly
Just then it started raining hard again so they kissed goodbye and
then went their separate ways, Antonia ran towards home and he ran across to
the clubhouse and then drive to his home.
He got absolutely soaked to the skin as hes jogged and trotted to the
clubhouse so when he got home the first thing he did after putting the kettle
on, was change out of his wet clothes and into a dressing gown, he couldn’t
believe in that short space of time that he could get soaked to the skin, even
his pants got wet.
As the rain continued to beat down he was sat in his kitchen drinking
coffee and regretting not being able to make love to Antonia in the woods and
then he remembered just how good it felt to be inside her.
He drained his cup and thought a hot shower was next on the agenda
when there was a light tapping on the kitchen window.
When he turned around all he could see was an umbrella, so he opened
the door and the umbrella tipped backwards to reveal a sodden Antonia.
“Come in, come in” he said
“You came”
“If you ask me that question later will I be able to answer yes?” she
asked saucily and they both laughed and she kicked off her shoes by the back
door.
“Well I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes” he advised
“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly
“Do you want lunch first?” he queried
“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed.
After a few moments Paul turned her around so her back was towards him
and he slipped off the argyle cardigan as she looked up at him over her
shoulder and he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her shirt.
Obligingly Antonia breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails
from her waistband and threw it on the table, they stopped kissing and she just
leaned back against him breathing deeply.
He glanced down and saw her breasts rising and falling as he undid her
skirt.
With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she
stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he
thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and
long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously
horny.
The humour of the situation was not lost on Antonia and she smiled an
indulgent smile before she undid the belt on his bath robe.
“Take it off” she ordered so he slipped it off and it fell to the
floor, as it did so one of her well-manicured hands began to caress his torso
while the other took hold of his shaft and tugged on it roughly and then she
leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he
knew it was time,
But before Paul had time to act her mobile went off and she got on her
hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes.
It was in the pocket of her skirt, she took it out and sat on a
kitchen chair and answered it.
“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick
“Yes I’m still in Abbottsford”
“If you could pick them up that would be fab”
“I’m not sure how long” Paul held up a couple of fingers “would two
hours be ok?”
“Brilliant, thanks mum, see you later bye”
“Two hours?” she said to him “what are we going to do for two hours”?
“come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and
took her upstairs, once inside his bedroom she crawled onto the bed on all
fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips
exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled lips.
Paul quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped
her hips and plunged his stiff shaft between her eager lips and breath left her
like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the
breath.
He reached up and yanked her Teddy forward liberating the wondrous
inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed and hanging free, he
greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her
magnificent globes and she was emitting low rasping moans in response to his
penetrations as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug
scream of satisfaction and then they collapsed breathless on the bed
“Now can I have lunch?” she panted
No comments:
Post a Comment