Just got off the phone with a friend of mine who was a little worried about going into the office tommorow. Seems she slept with one of the VP's in her place Friday night. She's 28, he's nearly 55 by her estimate. She was "drunk" and regrets what happened but now she has to go into the office on Monday knowing full well what she did while praying nobody in her place finds out.
As we talked about it we started talking about sex with older people. I admitted to having a woman, well she had me, a woman in her 40's when I was 18. She lived on the block I grew up on and always dressed rather down, almost tomboyish. She used to ask my buddies to buy he pot whenever they went to get some for themselves and she basically just hung out the rest of the time.
One day she came out of her place and asked if I could help her move some furniture in her place. I wasn't doing anything at the time so I followed her in to the house fully expecting to help her move a sofa and some tables. I sat down and she asked me if I wanted an iced tea. I said sure and off she went to the kitchen. I looked around the place and checked out her fish tank that had this massive fish inside. She came back in and handed me my tea and we sat down on the couch. We started shooting the shit about people on the block and what they did behind their doors. Before I knew it her hand was rubbing my left leg. I looked up at her and she caressed my left cheek. My heart began to race as I started wondering if this was a dream. Meanwhile her hand started to inch it's way over to my crotch where it was now rubbing with a good stroke. She leaned in and the next thing I knew she was on top of me and we were making out. Back and forth we went flip flopping all around the living room until she invited me upstairs. I followed her up and as soon as I had closed the bedroom door she was already on working on my second pant leg. It didn't take long after that and we were moving furniture. It was fantastic to say the least and I walked out the back door of her place with a slight limp.
She had me by 20 years but numbers were only numbers that fall day.
clothes I planned to wear into the drier and set them to perm press hoping to get that "I ironed it but not great" look. I then went into the shower, washed up, scrubbed and then sprinted to the drier to get my clothes out. Threw on a pair of briefs and then my pants which were nice and warm from the drier. "OWWWW!!!" I screamed as I pulled on my pants hastily. It would seem my scrotum wasn't all the way tucked inside of my undies thus leading them to hit the red hot zipper. Holy shit did it hurt. I jumped up and down like a kid who had just stepped on a tack barefoot. Checking to see if my beans were ok I was pleased to find that they were minus a small red mark made by the zipper.
