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.
On the night of the
summer fair there was always a dance on the village green, in a great marquee,
and everyone dressed up.
Paul and Antonia kept
their distance, but exchanged glances all night.
He was wearing a suit
and she had on a powder blue dress which gave him the horn the moment he laid
eyes on her in it.
At the end of the
evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Antonia left
for home.
When she did she left
in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at
a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group
broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the
path that crossed the golf course.
Once they had
traversed the course the group split again two of them when left and Antonia
went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.
“Hello gorgeous” he
said
“What kept you?” she
said and hugged him
Toni shivered so he
chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she
kissed him gently, just once, then again more hotly.
Paul took his opportunity
during the passionate kiss and scrabbled up her skirt and found her stockings and
suspenders.
“Wait until you're
invited” she responded playfully slapping him.
Antonia roughly rolled
up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along the
fairway.
“Stockings and
suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them
especially for someone”
After a few yards they
started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.
“Have you got a torch”
he asked
“I can see fine” she
replied
“I’m like a cat” and
she made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl, then they emerged
onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely the wrong direction for
her house
“Where are we going?”
he asked
“We’re going for a
walk in the moonlight”
Antonia said “very
romantic”.
“Yes but where are we
going?”
“Wait and see” Toni
answered
They finished up by
the 17th tee
“I desperately need a
wee” she said and tottered off on her heels into the trees.
He couldn’t hear her peeing
in the undergrowth, and he thought he should have been able to.
He’d heard her pee
before and it sounded like a horse, so a prolonged jet of piss hitting the hard
dry ground, should have been audible. “Anything I can help you with in there?”
he offered
“No thank you I can manage”
she replied and suddenly emerged from the woods carrying her shoes in one hand
and her powder blue dress draped over her arm.
She put her shoes and
clothing on the bench and then stood in front of him and to his complete and
utter delight Antonia stood in the moonlight wearing only stockings and suspenders,
Paul’s dinner jacket and his tie, and it made him so hard.
“Why didn’t you want
me to undress you in the woods?”
“Because it wasn’t all
me under that dress” Antonia said
“There were garments
and devices to make me look my best”
“You look perfect to
me right now” he said
“Then you had better
have me right now” Antonia replied and unbuttoned his dinner jacket and let it
slip off het to the floor and he instantly appraised her standing before him
naked except for a tie around her neck, a suspender belt, which framed
perfectly her neat pubic triangle, and held up the dark blue stockings on her
fine legs.
She looked fabulous
with the moonlight shining on her forty-year-old breasts, her nipples stiff in
the cool night air.
“Wow” he said
She suddenly became
self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, her mouth sought out
his and found it, her tongue darting and probing his oral cavity while his
hands caressed her back and her small soft hands busied themselves with removing
his trousers which she made light work of and within a minute her hands were
down the back of his pants pulling them off his buttocks.
She pushed him back
against the rubbish bin and roughly yanked pants and trousers down and off his
feet and then she was back kissing him on the mouth and fumbling with his shirt
buttons but she only managed one and lost patience
“Take it off,” she ordered
and in an instant she was on her knees and her lips were around his cock
“Oh yes Madam” he gasped
out as he pulled the shirt off over his head and threw it aside and looked down
at her blonde haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with
his balls.
She was performing so
well and he was enjoying it so much he thought he was going to explode in her
mouth any second but almost as soon as he thought it her lips were kissing
their way back up his body until her lustful smiling face was only inches from
his, and she kissed him again.
As they kissed, he
manoeuvred her until her back was against the bench.
She sat her fine
buttocks onto the seat and opened her thighs and Paul knelt down before her and
they kissed again and her fingers were running through his hair and then he
felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head downward as his
mouth approached her waiting cunny she
stretched out on the bench,
Paul was ready to fuck
her but she wanted head first so he willingly obliged her and went down between
her stocking clad thighs to sup on her hot juicy pussy.
His tongue worked at
the creamy wet flesh and she wriggled and squirmed, moaned and gasped until she
could wait no longer.
“Now Paul” she
screamed
“Oh Paul do me now”
So he raised his head
and wiped her juice from his mouth and found her laying stretched out along the
bench, with one hand gripping the back support and the other playing with her
nipple.
Her legs were spread
wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.
”Now Paul” she said,
“I want it now”
Paul obliged her
request and she sucked in air through her teeth and wrapped her legs around
him, crossed her ankles and pulled him all the way in, and they held that
mutually satisfying attitude until Antonia screamed out under the moonlight at
the top of her lungs.
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