1. The Widow Henderson


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Erotica, Mature, Reluctance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com

    position. I didn't know if she was aware of it or not, but the way she was sitting caused her knees to be higher than her hips and her legs to be spread wide enough to give me an unrestricted view up the inside of her baggy shorts. Her cotton panties were thin enough for me to see the patch of brown pubic hair through the fabric, and there was a discernable line where her panties had ridden up into the cleft of her pussy. My cock grew until I could feel it crawling down the leg of my jeans. "Bradley...are you having naughty thoughts?" Hearing her question, I raised my eyes to her face and saw her staring at me through half-closed eyes with a smile playing on her lips. Acting as innocently as I could manage I said, "Who, me?" She laughed, swung her legs to one side then stood up and stepped off the deck. She took a few steps toward her house before slowly turning back to face me. "For all your help today I have decided to cook dinner for you. Come over tomorrow at around six-thirty," she said. "That's not necessary," I told her. "I was happy to do it." "I won't take no for an answer," she replied before leaving. That night dreams of those long legs and white panties invaded my sleep to the point I had to go into the bathroom and relieve the pressure in my aching balls. Once I had accomplished that I had no trouble falling back into a satisfying, deep sleep. The next morning I had my coffee on the deck in my robe but only after I'd made sure it was belted properly. There was ...
    no sign of Mrs. Henderson. I spent most of the day tidying up my house and watching sports on television. Before it got too late I drove to the market and picked up a couple bottles of wine, one red and one white since I didn't know what she would be cooking. Wanting to show my appreciation for the dinner and for her company, I decided to treat this like a date. Freshly showered and shaved I donned black slacks, a button down shirt and loafers. I didn't want to show up dressed in my everyday clothes. At six twenty-five I went to her front door, knocked and waited for her to answer it. When she opened the door I was stunned by the vision of mature eloquence that stood before me. Her soft brown hair was swept back in a French braid leaving her long slender neck exposed. Light blue eye shadow had been applied on her eyelids and she was wearing a subtle shade of red lipstick that gave her lips a fullness. Thin spaghetti straps that tied at the shoulders held up the teal dress that contoured nicely to her slender frame and ended just above her knees. A plunging neckline revealed the tops of her breasts without being vulgar. Her tan sandals allowed me to see her toenails had been painted the same shade of red as her lips. Reaching one hand forward, her fingernails red also, she closed my jaw. "Wow," was all that I could say. "Thank you Bradley," she breathed, a slight blush coloring her high cheekbones. "You look absolutely fantastic Mrs. Henderson," I blurted out. Still in awe I ...
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