Only as old as you feel (closed for Joycelet)

[lovingfingers]

Shawn usually didn't take this subway, but he had stuff to do downtown, and had hopped on after his workout at the gym. Freshly showered, feeling clean and invigorated, the subway seemed to move ploddingly along. People boarded and exited at each stop, the usual assortment of college kids and people who worked downtown. He was in his 40's and felt like one of the more mature riders. This made him chuckle. He could appreciate eyecandy as much as any other guy, but the younger crowd just didn't do much for him.

The doors to the car opened at the stop by the Museum of Fine Arts. The door closed again and he had turned around to accomodate someone moving by him, when he noticed her. His eyes widened a bit and he smiled. An older woman, who must have just boarded, stood holding a strap. Dressed very smartly, her clothes subtly showed off some lovely curves, including a bit of cleavage. She was quite striking, hot actually, and he wondered if she had intended that. His reverie was broken, when she looked up and into his eyes.

"Hello," he answered, "how was the museum today?"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"Well I guess it's still there. Otherwise I wouldnt know. i was making a sales call and now I'm headed home. Are you an afficianado of the arts?"

I was just being polite. Otherwise, what could I say? I have been there, but dont really know a thing about art.

But he was a nice looking gentleman, and I wouldnt mind having him take me there if he might like.

I held out my hand with my other holding the strap from the bar, as all seats were taken.

"I'm Joyce", I said.

 

[lovingfingers]

I grin at you, my eyes crinkling. She answered me! Always a good sign!

I reach out to take your hand, enjoying the sensation of your warm skin against mine, and reply, "Shawn, a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about the assumption. You just had that elegant museum visitor look about you."

We were a little closer, now that we had shaken hands, and trying to talk above the din of the subway. I am a head taller, and try to keep my gaze on your eyes, and not distracted by your cleavage.

"So, what sort of sales call were you making?" I asked, both genuinely curious and genuinely attracted to you. More people got onto the subway car, and people were pressed closer. We are now a half foot apart, and I like it.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

He eased closer and not to be outdone, iIeased closeer to him. The noise of the subway necessitated speaking somewhat excessively, but I told him I was into interior decorating and we had a sales inquiry from a lady in the neighborhood.

After a phone call I dropped by to see what she had in mind and get myself orientated to accomodate her request. It might not amount to anything, but we never ignore a sales inquiry which came in thru Costco.

Then in a smart assed quirk, I asked him if he needed any window treatments or carpeting i could help him with.

It would be a way to get to know him, and I was in between husbands and was ready for an affair.

 

[lovingfingers]

He grinned. She was good, parlaying his obvious interest into a sales opportunity. "Actually," he replied, "I have been thinking about new carpet. Could I arrange a house call?"

He reached for his wallet and pulled out a card. Offering it to her, he continued, "my address and contact info. I tend to be more available evenings, generally after 7. Is that too late?"

The thought of having her in his home was very seductive. At the least, he might finally get the carpet replaced. At the most...

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"Well, I'm free now. Want me to come by and see what you might have in mind?"

Looking at his card, I saw that his address wasnt far from mine. We'd get off at the same stop. Perhaps it might even end up with us spending a little time getting acquainted.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Uhhh, sure," I said, thinking quickly about what I would need to do to make this happen, "just let me send a text."

I pulled out my phone and cancelled meeting with friends. Joyce was far more interesting. I flipped the phone closed and saw you looking at me. "All taken care of," I explained. The noise on the subway increased, to the point that talking was iffy at best. We both kept quiet, which allowed me to check you out more. I was discreet, but wondered if you could feel my eyes.

The subway door opened at my stop. I tilted my head and we made our way out. You headed for the exit which is most direct to my place. For the first time, I could see a bit more of you. Nice legs beneath a business like skirt. Your jacket well tailored. Very very nice, and very distracting. I noted you heading down the street without hesitation. "You know your way around here?" I asked.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"I live right down the block and around the corner. Wonder why we havent crossed paths before. Have you lived here long?"

Wwe walked side by side. His hand swiung and so did mine, until they touched, and I took his in mine. I held it and lightly squeezed it, and told him I was enjoying chatting with him.

But trying to stay businesslike, I didnt want to openly flirt, but it was sure on my mind.

Lets see what hahppens when he takes me to his place.

 

[lovingfingers]

She was giving him a series of very pleasant surprises. "You live around here. No way. Why haven't I seen you?" he asked, wishing he had. And then she caught his hand and squeezed it. He grinned broadly. Perhaps they were thinking along the same lines. He kept glancing at her, the movement of her body as she walked, the seductive bounce of her breasts. As his grandfather would say, she was a looker.

After a short walk, he pointed to his building and walked up the stairs. Once inside, they took the stairs to the second floor. It was an old brownstone. Even the stairs had lots of architectural details. He loved the place. He opened the door and let her in. He scanned the living room, hoping he hadn't left things too messy. He breathed easier, realizing things looked good. He did see a couple adult DVD's on the console that he would tidy away when he had a second, but for the moment walked with her towards the kitchen, asking, "care for some wine?"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

The building was charming. His apartment had tons of potential , but needed a hysterectomy and tons of wiork.

Over on a table by the TV I saw a couple of DVDs with interesting pictures, but didnt say anything.

But he offerred a glass of wine which was exactly what was first on my list of things I wanted. He poured and we clinked glasses, our eyes meeting. I knew just what I wanted but it wasnt quite yet time to spring it on him.

Looking around the room, it did need some help. The window treatments were old and totally out of date. Then I thought - well so am I at my age.

The carpeting was also in need of replacement, but I didnt want to sound like a moneygrubbing salesperson, What i really wanted would follow in due course.

We sat together on his couch with a coffee table in front of it. I took a sip of my wine and set the glass down, but there wasnt a coaster handy so I sat it on a magazine rather than leave a wet ring that might cause a problem.

I looked at him and told him I liked his apartment, but was he going to show me the rest of it or tell me what he hasd in mind for the carpeting?

But instead of that, he asked me about me. I told him the truth. that I was married but two weeks ago I kicked my husband out. He too was in sales and had girls in every port, and I got tired of his cheating.

So, without saying so, he knew I was available and on the make.

We looked at each other, and without hesitation fell into a clinch and kissed, first dry and chastely on the lips, but then deeply and wet with our tongues exploring each other's mouth until I pulled away and asked if he lived alone or if he had a roommate.

Nothing indicated a female occupant, but I wanted to hear his response.

 

[lovingfingers]

She was certainly direct, and that was refreshing and hot all at the same time. We had covered a lot of ground in a very short period of time. She was married, but separated, and available, more than available actually. Part of him wondered if this was going to be a rebound romance, her feeling the need to fuck around after booting her husband. But the great majority of him didn't care when their lips touched. Whoa, this woman could kiss! She was older than he was, and he began to wonder what other experience she had. The second kiss allowed him to taste her mouth and feel her tongue in his. His hands had slid from her shoulders down along her arms. He was about to move them to her body when she pulled back, asking if he had a room mate.

He grinned broadly, "my, you are wonderfully direct, and no, its all mine, so we can do whatever we want, whenever we want, wherever we want."

"And I am single, no STD's, and no truly unusual fetishes," he laughed.

He slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer, "now where were we?"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"Where were we?", he asked.

I just grinned and stood. I unbuttoned amd removed my blouse, my jacket having aleady been removed. Then standing before him i reached down and unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

I wore only a bra and my panties, and somehow his hands found their way to my hips, and started sliding my panties down over my ass and I reached back and opened the clasp on my bra.

I was naked

"This is where we are and where I want to be", I said as I crawled into his lap. Actually he was seated on the couch and I was seated on him, straddling him and feeling his hard cock up against me as i leaned down and kissed him.

I didnt ask. I told him I was moving in here with him. He couldnt say no. His mouth was full with my tongue in it as i let him know I was serious and if he had a girlfriend that was now history.

I only stopped long enough to tell him to get naked and make love to me.

 

[lovingfingers]

My eyes were about as wide as they could get. Joyce had stood and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing an expensive looking lace bra beneath that was cupping large breasts, pressing them together in a way that begged to have a cock placed between them. Then she let her skirt fall to the floor, showing me matching panties and drew my hands. I brought my hands to her hips and slid them down, exposing a well trimmed landing strip. Had she been planning on seducing someone, and I just got lucky?

I groaned as she loosed her bra. Her breasts were as full and lovely as I had hoped. She moved onto my lap, straddling me, pressing her breasts into my face, then leaning down to kiss me. My head was a blur when she said she was moving in. Part of my brain was saying, "whoa, isn't this a bit premature?" But it was swatted down by the feel of this mature sex pot grinding against me. She told me to get naked and I was only too happy to comply.

With her still straddling me, I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. She put her hands on my shoulders and raised herself long enough for me to unbuckle my pants and slide them down to my knees. I used my feet to wriggle and force my pants the rest of the way off. My socks were still on, when I grinned at her, "naked enough?"

I brought my hands to her hips, and eased her back on my lap. I pulled her forward, until her mons were pressing against the base of my cock and her breasts were squished against my chest. Our lips met, hungrily.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

As Shawn and I fucked, I told him that when my husbansd left he took all the money and left me totally broke except for what i had in my purse.

"The rent is paid for the rest of the month, but after that I have nowhere to go and here is where I want to be.

I can help you decorate this place and make it look like it should, but i didnt want to get too graphic and hurt his feelings by telling him it looked like a man cave and wasnt even partially presentable to a woman.

With my pussy working his cock and my mouth working his lips, he couldnt even respond, but i knew he was getting an offer he couldnt refuse unless he had a wife or a woman on the side which didnt seem in the cards the way the place looked.

 

[lovingfingers]

Joyce was as direct about her lovemaking as she was about everything else. We had ground against each other for a few minutes, kissing and exploring each other, when she rose up, taking my cock and guiding it to her pussy. She rubbed the head over her labia a few times, then sank down on it. My cock speared into her, opening her up. I wondered how long it had been since she had last been fucked. She settled down, my cock deep inside her, then began to rock slowly back and forth. She started talking in between moans, and I eventually got that she wanted to move in in exchange for decorating the place.

When she seemed as though she was finished, I held her down for a second and looking into her eyes, "Joyce, if you would like to stay here, I would be happy to have you, under one condition. You can decorate all you want, but what I want from you is this. I want you to dress sexy for me and always be ready to fuck and play."

I grabbed her by the waist and began to bounce her up and down on my cock, asking, "well?"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

Shawn, you know I will.

When I move I will throw away all my underwear and nightclothes and come to you naked. My pussy will always be yours unless there is someone yiou want me to fuck. I am yiyrs do do with as you choose.

Then I explained that I realized I had lost a husband because I didnt give him what he wanted or needed.

"He treated me like the queen he thought I wanted to be. When we got engaged I told him how I had fucked a boyfriend in highschool and gotten pregnant and had the baby. He was entitled to know. I gave up the baby in adoption and know nothing about him since, but Frank was raised as a gentleman and to treat a woman like a lady. After living with the girls in the unwed mothers home I knew who was a lady and who was a slut.

I was a lady but wanted to be a slut and discovered what I had missed. But he was afraid to force me and I didnt encourage him enough until I discovered he was getting it somewhere else from someone who gave him what he wanted.

I'll never make that mistake again. I found you and selected you as my lover. Whether we ever get married isnt the question. You are my partner and i will do anything and everything you want me to do, starting with being the best piece of ass you will ever find.

 

[lovingfingers]

"I am amazed that you can speak so coherently while we are fucking," I marvelled, "clearly I am not turning you on enough."

As our hips slowly ground against each other, my cock moving in and out of you an inch or two with each stroke, I slid my hands to your breasts. I groaned loudly at their weight, and the feel of your nipples in my palms. I reflexively squeezed them, first gently then harder. My hips started to rock faster.

"Mmmm, don't throw out all your underwear. I want to see you dressed in sexy things," I crooned, "so, show me that you are the best piece I have ever had. Fuck me Joyce. Ride my cock like there was no tomorrow."

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I grinned at him and said "in due time"

I slid off him to the floor and took his cock in my mouth. I kissed it and licked it and worshipped it like it was the only object of interest in the room, which is was for me.

I licked his balls and took each one in my mouth like I saw on a porn film as the actor squirmed.

I only stopped long enough to tell him to cum in my mouth so I could swallow every drop.

I never let my husband cum in my mouth. I'll never make that mistake again.

 

[lovingfingers]

I was surprised when you slipped off my cock, but gave a little moan as you got onto the floor. Your breasts swayed so very seductively. Without thinking, I whispered, "You have such great tits Joyce. I love them. I love your body..."

My words were cut short by your mouth on my cock, and the variety of sensations you were giving me. You stop only to tell me that you want me to cum in your mouth. I shudder a little, "oh god Joyce, none of my girlfriends...."

My hands drift to your shoulders, gripping them, as my balls tighten, "I'm going to cum... Take it! All of it! Ahhhhhhh!"

And I cum harder than I have in years, pulse after pulse shooting into your mouth.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

Shawn was the first man I have ever let cum in my mouth. True - some had but not with my urging, and I quickly spit it out.

But not this time. I swallowed and savored it, and with just a little tab on my tongue, I climbed back up on his now limp member. I showed him my tongue with the glob of cum on it, and then I kissed him and thrust my tongue in his mouth Our tongues met and he took the glob and swallowed.

We shared, just like from now on we would share everything.

I whispered "did you like that?"

Do all your girlfriends do that for you?

Yes- Id tasted cum but only when licking my husband after he fucked me.

I'm not a sweet little virgin, but now I am a slut - his slut. I couldnt wait until we have a party to celebrate and he could invite his friends, and let them share me if he wished.

I looked intoi his eyes and told him that I had read that a woman's mouth was only good for three things - to eat, to drink, and to suck cock. But never NEVER to have to listen to her speak unless she was telling her man she loves him.

"And I love you."

 

[lovingfingers]

She had surprised him by bringing some of his cum for him to taste. She asked him if his girlfriends had done this for him. "No," he replied, "I would have remembered that. In the future though, I want you to swallow every drop. Every time I look at you, I want to know that my cum is inside you somewhere, and that you love it."

I ran my hands over you, such a lovely body! Our eyes are locked as you tell me that you love me, and somehow I believe you and am coming to feel the same. "Then my love," I say softly, get onto your knees and feed me those luscious breasts. I have a bit of a breast fetish and have been wanting yours since I saw your cleavage on the subway."

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say.

I liked feeding him a dollop of his own cum. It gave me a feeling of togetherness

And if he wanted to admire and play with my breasts, that was fine, but why on my knees? Id already sucked his cock. Why couldnt i just sit on the couch with him?

 

[lovingfingers]

I could see a bit of confusion on your face, so reached for you, pulling you off the floor and onto the couch, straddling me. "This is what I meant," I explained, as I cup your ass with my hands and pull your closer. The height difference brings your lovely breasts to my face. I feel the softness against my jaw and lips, and open my mouth to taste and savor. I murmer to you how beautiful they are, you are, as my hands wander over your back and ass.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"That feels nice", I said as I thought about how my husband never caressed me this way once we had been married about a week.

I long since concluded that the reasons the sex life of a married couple always seems to deteriorate after a while, is they take each other for granted, knowing they are always there.

Thats part of the thrill of finding a new partner, whether it is cheating or with a spouse's consent.

 

[lovingfingers]

My lips continued to roam over your jugs, suckling your hard nipples, my arousal mounting. I want you as excited as I am. One hand strays between your legs, gently feeling your wet labia, teasing between them, exploring, finding and circling your hardening clit.