The Raisin

What you are about to read is a short narrative taken from the pages of my diary with a modest amount of embellishment for entertainment purposes. The names of the places and individuals have been changed to protect the innocent. This read is lewd, crude, raunchy, decadently lustful bordering on depravity and at times may elicit an emotional response from you. You will be aroused. You may become outraged, saddened, repulsed and perhaps even a little embarrassed as certain elements may hit closer to home than expected. Hopefully you will feel empathy, acceptance and at the very least get a good healthy belly laugh out of it all. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life is real, and so am I.

BTW-This is a very long story. If you're not into that, don't say you weren't warned.

Summers in Indiana can be pretty damn hot and muggy. There are times when the best advice is to just stay your ass inside and sit under the AC. This was one of the times I was glad I didn't take that advice, even though it was my own. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time when I met Garnette. She wasn't the kind of woman you could easily forget, especially at her age. Garnette was closing in on a spry 60 years of age and I had just turned 28. We met one late afternoon at an arts and craft fair the city of Spencer was holding. Local artists from all around southern Indiana were there trying to hock their goods. It had a real renaissance carnival feel about it, I thought passing the many colorful booths, banners and tents that had been set up. I came across one shelter run by an old fashioned metal craftsman, a smithy. There was a hand carved burnt wooden sign with the antiquated burly blacksmith striking an anvil with a hammer hanging on an easel in front of the tent. Inside on display was a collection of various broadswords and finely crafted metal statues. I almost walked right past, but a gut feeling told me that I should check it out. I was glad I followed my instincts because that's when I saw her 5'1", thin figure. She was standing next to a large bronze horse, haggling with its maker. She looked like spinner bait to me. Then again, when you're 6'2" and weigh 225 lbs, anyone under 5'6" looks like spinner bait. Her high cheekbones fit her face in such a manner that she looked Celtic. Perhaps a direct descendent of some ancient druid bloodline. The deep red shade of lipstick she wore made her look as if she had been drinking a bottle of red wine over the past few hours. She hadn't started drawing her eyebrows on yet, but that was sure to follow soon enough. She was passionate and animated in her body language, I couldn't help but stop and watch her spirited antics for a little while. "What do you mean $875.00 for this? Come on, it can't be worth more than $400.00, at the very best. I'll pay you $450.00, and not a penny more.", she spouted, passing her hands through the air like a game show hostess. "Look lady, that's my price. Take it or leave it.", the vendor retorted in a surly non-negotiable tone. "Too bad, guess I'll have to leave it then.", she said, placing her hands on her narrow hips in mild disappointment. "It really is a nice piece of art though. Thank you for your time, Sir.", she politely concluded, closing a small yellow leather purse that hung from her left shoulder by a thin black cord. She did a 180° and walked into the afternoon heat leaving the merchant fruitless. Fuming over his lost sale, he turned to me soliciting sharply, "Can I help you?" I caught the scent of her perfume as she glided past me. I paused and turned back to answer the vendor, "No thanks, man. What I want isn't in here...anymore." I think the perfume she was wearing was one of those Liz's. You know Taylor or Claiborne or someone like that. It was the kind of overwhelming powdery fragrance only an older woman dared to wear. To me, it was intoxicating and just like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her light. As she passed by, my eyes raced down her shapely legs where I leered at her bedazzled black and gold, flip-flop clad feet and the clear french pedicure she was sporting. The long tempting digits of her right foot were accented by a pair of toe rings and a thin silver herringbone anklet with a bunch of miniature hearts attached to it. Her left foot sported two more engraved rings. I followed this aged minx from a short distance behind her, eager for an opportunity to speak to her. There were people everywhere, shouting and crowding the narrow paths between exhibits. The air was thick from the midday heat and difficult to tolerate for very long. The discernible greasy, deep fried cinnamon and sugar smell of elephant ears floated heavily around the food court. Fortunately, the fair promoters had been wise enough to place industrial fans in the more congested areas. I was downwind of Garnette's irresistible scent and easily able to shadow her undetected. I watched her stroll over to a wood crafting booth where she curtsied at the knee and waist to examine something lying on a colorful Peruvian blanket at ground level. A nearby fan caused her dress to glide up the crease of her ass and curl around her thighs. It would have been an exercise in futility to pull my eyes away from her slim, yet shapely rear end.

I found her crouched over with her ass jutting into the air as I approached from behind. Uncouth as it may have been, I saw this as a prime opportunity to pay her a well deserved compliment about her attire. OK, reality check. I saw it as a fucking great opportunity to hit on her and got right down to business. "Hi, excuse me, Ma'am. Sorry to bother you." She was wearing an open shouldered, lemon yellow sundress with bright green and purple flowers on it. It hung off her dainty frame by a pair of criss crossing spaghetti straps, exposing her connect the dots, freckled upper back. She was evenly tanned with no sign of a bra strap. It made me wonder if she sun bathed in the nude. The hem of her dress stopped just above her knees. The fabric was sheer enough that the sun shining through it made it possible to see the outline of the dark shaded panties that covered her bottom. Her hips didn't quite fill the dress and it hung loosely off her frame. The cloth seemed to hover over her skin as if carried on a light current of air. Righting herself hastily she turned to face me. She paused and gently stroked the hair at her temple before fixing an attentive gaze upon me. Seems like everyone has a poker tell when they are intrigued by someone. This natural gesture was hers. The aged nipples of her tanned 32B breast expressed their zest for life freely against the cloth. It was hard to tell for sure if a braless treasure hid beneath the sundress with cleavage as small as hers. Her sand and silver colored hair was tucked neatly beneath a wide brimmed straw hat with a white chiffon band wrapped neatly around it. A few wispy strands of hair tumbled out from underneath it partially shrouding her eyes. "Pardon me, Ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you. I saw you at the blacksmith's stand bargaining and wanted to say something, but it didn't seem like the right time.", I said, trying my best to justify my intrusion. "That's a very nice dress you have on. You wear it well, Ma'am." As if on cue, a heavy gust of wind from one of the huge fans being turned on cruised past us pinning her dress tightly against her body. It pushed the fabric between the front of her thighs inwards revealing the shadow of a petite camel toe. I discarded all polite etiquette and gazed lasciviously at this unexpected treat. My crass behavior prompted Garnette to brush a few more locks of hair from her temple with her right hand, smitten she yet again revealed her tell. Somehow, she made this habitual motion look seductive. Simple truth, she was fucking hot and I was hooked. It really was a nice dress, but I'd much rather have seen it on my bedroom floor, but I think you already know this. I'd only partially finished delivering my compliment orally. "I'm sure you already know this, don't you?", I said, taking a long slow survey of her body from head to toe. {I wonder if she's got on granny panties.}, I thought to myself. "Why thank you. That's very kind of you to say.", she replied in earnest, batting her bright hazel eyes. I was motivated by her response to my flirtation and continued to woo this much older woman. "Not at all, and the flowers accent the green flecks in your eyes. By the way, you were right, Ma'am. That statue back there shouldn't cost so much. I would have given it to you for a much, much better price.", I said, tipping my head in the direction of the Blacksmiths stand. My indecent thoughts had betrayed my true intentions before I realized it. I had a chubby growing in my jeans that had not gone undetected. "I just bet you would have, young man. I think you might have even offered to put it in my trunk for me. You know, I have plenty of room for a horse like that.", she said as her eyes lowered to my crotch then back to my own. A coral tint painted her cheeks as she blushed at her own frivolity. Not exactly sure what to say to this, I paused. I was excited by the possibilities her remark presented. It seemed like this old tart might be DTF by her cheeky comeback. "Now that you mention it, yes. I most certainly would have insisted...Ma'am.", I replied, stroking the scruff on my chin. It was time to express a few not so secret desires...as politely as I could, of course. "I'm Den, and whom do I have the pleasure of meeting today?", I respectfully asked, extending my hand. "Garnette, my name is Garnette.", she answered. A half dozen brass, looping bracelets jangled down her narrow wrist as her slender wrinkled, yet well manicured hand reached for my own. "Spelled like the gem stone, or that beautiful crimson flower I take it. They both fit you well.", I stated, thickly pouring on the charm. In defiance of the concealing patterns on her dress, her nipples rose like a pair of tasty gumdrops on her flat breast from this newly offered attention. "No, the other way. With the extra letters." Even with her age spots darkened by the sun, I found Garnette attractive and held her butter soft hand far longer than deemed socially acceptable. I imagined her short shimmering teal colored fingernails clawing at my back while my cock slid inside her warm buttery box, slowly churning it into a creamy delicacy. My avid fantasy was broken when I noticed an ever so light cheater's band faintly wrapped around her ring finger, which gave rise to the question, "Excuse me, but are you married?"

Ignoring my question, Garnette held my grip staunchly and deflected with, "So tell me Den, are you always in the habit of hitting on women twice your age?" She was frank, but playfully winked. "No, only the ones as attractive as yourself.", I answered with as much confidence and sensuality as I could muster. "Can't help myself. I always seem to get a bit wound up when I see a shapely body such as your own through a tempting sundress.", I boldly asserted. This made Garnette giggle and blush, she was clearly into my advancements and readjusted her stance so a beam of sunlight directly hit her back. "And what do you see now?", she asked as our risqué banter continued. I could clearly see the outline of her peach through her dress and let her know it. "Oh my dear, Garnette. Why, I see you and I having a very...very long lunch of course. Do you live around here?", I asked, hoping she did. My place was across town and I didn't want the moment to cool down by taking the long drive home. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do, but what makes you think I'm going to take you to my place? Are you a lost puppy or something?", she teased. I decided to play along with her game of cat and mouse, but she needed to know that this cat would devour her first chance I got. I boldly stepped into her personal space and took hold of her left elbow. She looked down at it then returned her attention to my face. I shifted to her side and drew closer. Our loins rubbed together ever so slightly. I deeply inhaled the flavorful perfume exuding from her neck and bare shoulder. Whispering into her left ear, I closed in on the elder vixon. "Garnette, I'll step off right now if you want me too. Just say the word.", I backed up a little before thoughtfully continuing to express myself, "That mark on your finger tells a bit of a story. Doesn't it? It would be a mistake to go to your place if you have a husband. If he's departed, my sincerest condolences." I paused again, "...but if you're feeling frisky, and I do hope you are...perhaps you'd like a different kind of animal placed in your trunk." Garnette's expression disclosed her deep contemplation of my words. It seemed like a very long time before she spoke again. "You know...you're a plucky rascal. That's very intuitive of you, I must admit. Yes, I'm married, but getting divorced. I caught the cheating bastard in bed with some young skank. Stopped wearing my wedding ring the same day. I...", she was about to proceed, but judging by the cracking in her voice her confession must have struck a nerve. She was about to turn away, when I caught sight of a teardrop forming in the corner of an eye. I took her by her wrist before she could divert her attention and offered an apology, "I didn't know. I'm very sorry to hear this. I apologize for upsetting you." Garnette forcefully pulled away from my grip and I did not resist her. She exhaled a long sigh, staring at the ground stating, "No, you got it all wrong. I'm not upset with you. I'm upset with myself." Her head lifted and she continued, "I saw the signs years ago, but didn't do anything about it when I should have. He left me for a younger prettier model. Now look at me, a tired, old maid gushing like a schoolgirl at the first man that shows any interest in her. I should go, thank you for making an old woman feel young and special again...even if it was just for a little while." I started to let her depart but before I knew it, I'd reached out and grabbed her by her wrist again. This time I held it firmly, feeling the cold metal of her assorted bracelets falling to my hand. The jewelry was cold but her skin pleasantly warm. Observantly, I peered into her somber eyes. A fragile smile crossed Garnette's face as I disclosed my take on our present situation, "I'm sorry to hear about your marriage, Garnette. But that doesn't change the fact that I still find you very attractive. You're beautiful!!...and you deserve better." Like a deer in the headlights, Garnette stood frozen in her tracks. With bated breath she clung to my every word, watching me, waiting on me, wanting me to continue. "Look, I'm not going to lie or pretend. I'd love to be the one to make your legs shake and your toes curl...but only when the time is right. There's a cafe not far from here, walking distance. Ever heard of Bully's Pub? Please, would you join me for a cup of coffee or whatever you like? You know, sometimes, old maids need attention too. Let me be that for you today, Garnette.", I said, but thought to myself, {Let me be the one to roll my tongue over your weathered nipples and brush the cobwebs off that dusty old box of yours.} "Well, yes, ok. I'd...I'd really like that. I know the place. It's not far from where I live. I could go for an ice tea. But first, answer me this Den...if I were still happily married and not a vulnerable, emotional train wreck, would you still be as attracted to me? Tell the truth, please. You did say no lies." I held her hand tenderly feeling her warmth as she laced her fingers into my own. {This is it, Den, Mode One. Go bold or go the fuck home.}, I thought. "Yes, yes I would have, Garnette. Regardless of whether you were happily married or getting a divorce. I won't lie to you. I followed you from the Blacksmiths booth. Sure, I'd like to get to know you...but what I really want Garnette...what I really want is to get into your panties...to make you moan." Appalled by my candor, Garnette sneered and turned her head with a snap at this notion. However, the next words out of her mouth confirmed my resolute proposal had been accepted. "How dare you, young man!! You're a scoundrel... lucky for you, I happen to like scoundrels.", she conveyed with a hint of laughter in her voice. "May I?", I asked, offering a gentlemanly arm for support. Nodding her head in approval, she nonchalantly slid her hand into the crook of my forearm. In this dated mannerism we walked through the crowd of fair goers. I thought to myself as we left strolling the single block over to Bully's Pub, {Yea, gonna tear that ass up.}

The walk to Bully's Pub was quiet yet a tad awkward. Most of the people in the area were hanging out at the art fair. I adoringly caressed the top of Garnette's hand with my index finger as we drift down the street. A few judging heads turned our way, gawking and whispering to one another. I'm sure they were asking themselves how this summer-winter couple came to be. I didn't care, but Garnette's shoulders slumped as she popped the clasp on her purse. She placed a pair of tortoise shell rimmed, dark lensed Ray Bans on and put her head down as we walked. I felt a deep empathy for her and placed an arm around her waist stopping to whisper in her ear, "Forget about the Looky Lou's. They're just jealous." With that, I gave her a warm peck on the cheek and took her back by the hand and continued to walk. You could almost see the tension melt around her. Her posture clearly displayed a new found confidence by the time we made it to our destination. I opened the big glass door leading to a small bright red painted foyer for her and we stepped inside of Bully's Pub. The AC was blaring, it felt great after walking in the afternoon heat. The pub wasn't very crowded at 3:30pm, the lunch time mob had dispersed leaving a large section of booths for us to pick from. Still walking hand in hand, I escorted Garnette to a cozy little booth by a window. The window was partially shaded by the canopy of a large Maple tree growing on a thin patch of grass outside the pub. "Here, this should do, have a seat." I directed, leading her to a red leather cushioned bench, as she removed her straw hat. Sweat matted bangs of hair clung to her forehead like an anchor. "I'm going to put a couple coins in the jukebox.", I informed. "Thank you, a little music sounds nice." "You're welcome, any suggestions?" Looking a bit flustered, Garnette opened her mouth but paused with a sorrowful expression on her face. "You want to know something? All the songs I like...are songs I like... because they remind me of my soon to be Ex. I'm sorry, pick whatever you want.", she motioned with her hand. "Don't worry, I'll pick something just for us.", I advised and swaggered over to the Bubbler jukebox to scour over the extensive selection of songs. With a quickness, I dropped a couple of coins into the jukebox, made my selection and returned to the booth. The music started playing and her deeply furrowed brow faded into a smile. She placed her hands together on the table top moving me to tenderly take them up with my own. I brought them to my lips and offered a single gentle kiss to her bare ring finger adding, "Forget about him. He was a fool to ever let you go." Old blue eyes was crooning [You'd Be So Easy To Love]. "You know you'll be better off without him. It may sting at first, but in the end you'll be glad.", I continued to hold and caress her fingers adding with a sly grin, "What you need is a little payback. Do you still live with dumb ass?" Garnette offered an empty dry smile, "No, we separated and he moved out right after my attorney served him papers. It's been close to a year in the works. My attorney's gonna' stick it to him. I'll get the house, the condo in Florida and anything else he can seize, but none of that stuff matters to me. I gave my life to Henry and he spit in my eye." Her eyes began to water up as she squeezed my fingers tightly with her veiny hands. "Then spit back in his.", I returned with tenacity in my voice. With an impish grin Garnette provided a reply to my veiled suggestion, "You've been ever so kind to me, thank you and BTW... I think you're really a handsome fella. After we leave here I might just have a surprise for you. You'll need to be gentle with me though. Go slow, get it good and wet before you..." The waiter approached our booth at the very moment of this utterance. Looking us over dumbfounded, he offered, "Hello, here are your menus. Can I get you anything to start with? Our appetizers are at the top of the menu. Might I suggest you star...". I cut him off, answering for both of us, "No thank you, just an ice tea for the lady and a cup of coffee, black please. What we're hungry for isn't on your menu." "Yes sir, right away. One ice tea and a coffee, black, coming up.", replied the waiter as he scurried off.

While we waited for our drinks we continued to hold hands and chat. Garnette grew a bit agitated, squirming in her seat. "What's wrong? Are you ok?", I asked. "Yes, it's just I don't do this kind of thing very often. In fact, I never hook up with strangers...I mean yes, when I was younger, I had a few one night stands, but that was a long, long time ago." "Well, if you've changed your mind or you're not sure and don't want to go through with it, I get it, it's ok. If you want me to walk you home or call you a cab, I will." "No. I'm ok, just nervous.", she added quickly. "We could go to my place if you want too, I just thought you would be more comfortable at home.", I suggested as our waiter returned with our order. "Here you go sir, if you need anything else my name is Alex." "Do you have a condom and some lube, Alex? We'll need about four or five ribbed if you got em.", I replied pompously. In shock, Garnette's eyes got big. Blushing, she leaned into me trying to keep her voice as low as she could, "Oh my goodness, Den. Did you have to tell the whole world? My word, I'm so embarrassed.", then to the waiter, emphatically ringing her hands together, "I'm so sorry young man. My friend's just fooling around. He's such a clown." I think the shit eating grin on my face told the truth and only added to unsettling our waiter further. He turned beet red and hurried to get away from us without saying another word. I could see him chattering with another waitress and the cook from where we sat. They all had their eyes on us, but he never returned. It took Garnette a bit to get over her bout of stage fright, but in due time she meekly giggled and snuggled up closer to me. She fidgeted with the napkin coaster beneath her drink, balling up scraps of the wet tissue around the corners as she contemplated what she was doing...what she wanted to do. This was a good sign to me. She hadn't made a run for the door. I apologized yet snickered under my breath the whole time. "I think I'm going to have bourbon on the rocks. Would you like me to order you something...maybe with a little kick to it?", I asked. "Yes, please...I'd like to try a buttery nipple.", she said as she ran her index finger around the mouth of her ice tea drink. "Good choice, I'll get them from the bar and save the waiter another embarrassing trip.", I said as I rose from our booth. Garnette placed her hand on mine as I rose. "Den, wait.", she said, paused, then asked, "Do you really think we'll need that many rubbers?" I offered her a cheerful smile and affectionately squeezed her shoulder before answering, "Yes, dear...we will. Too bad he didn't have any.", and was off to retrieve our drinks. When I returned, I found Garnette applying another layer of lipstick to her already ruby red lips. She must have had an atomizer spray bottle stashed in her pocketbook. She and the entire area surrounding our booth now carried the distinctive scent of her perfume. This too I perceived as a good omen of the events destined to follow us that afternoon. I placed the drinks on the table and sat back down next to Garnette. I watched her throw back half of her beverage and lick the snapps from her ruby red lips. "Whoa!! That's good. I might have another before we leave?", she said with exuberance. "I'm sure it's not as buttery as your own, but why not. Have two more if you like.", seductively playfulI, I suggested. I knew that she was finally getting comfortable and feeling more on the saucy side. I thought this was a good time to spice things up and cop a feel. Test the waters so to speak. I covered her knee with my palm and let it roam halfway up the inside of her thigh. Garnette, now giddy from the alcohol, was showing signs of a more wanton and mischievous nature. She spread her legs apart enough for me to place my palm  securely on her inner thigh. I ran it up and down twice before politely asking, "May I?", as I pulled the hem of her sundress up. Garnette looked around the room. It was mostly an empty bar. She nodded her head in silent approval and timidly placed her hand on her cheek. I slid my right hand into her crotch, touching her soft, lotioned skin then rolled my fingers over her panty covered pussy. I tickled her privates letting my fingers skip up and down the gusset. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. I rolled my middle fingers up her pubic area gingerly letting my fingertips tap lightly on her vaginal gate. She moved my hand away after only a brief spell and grasped it stiffly. "Is there something wrong?", I asked. "No, I like it. It feels good...really good.", she replied. "Is that a fact?", I said, returning my digits to her playground. Judging by the small damp spot starting to form on the pocket of her undies she most definitely was enjoying the attention. I slipped my fingers past the elastic waistband of her panties and felt the whiskers on her kitty. I teased her outer labia apart, polishing the upper fringes of her pussy lips and her pearl. She let out a loud gasp, opened her eyes wide and placed her hand atop my own. Her vaginal fluid coated my finger tips like a honey glaze. I stirred her pot just enough to give her a taste of her soon to be future. "Mmm, we should leave.", she whispered, taking another drink while I continued to finger fuck her. My fingers were sticky, warm and covered in her sweet butter. This gave me an idea. I removed my fingers and stirred my bourbon with them, then sucked them into my mouth. I took hold of my drink and downed a mouthful. She watched my rakish behavior with a gleam of admiration in her bright eyes and did the same, consuming her buttery nipple in two more healthy swigs. We finished our beverages, left a $10 spot on the table and headed for the door. As we left the jukebox was cuing up [I Only Have Eyes For You] by the Flamingos. In the confinement of the foyer, I could smell her spirited sweat laced pheromones and perfume emanating from Garnettes body. As we exited the doors of Bully's, I ran my fingers up the crack of her ass. I could feel a hardon growing in my pants again. She faltered for an instant, tipping a doting smile. "Sorry, I couldn't resist touching you.", was all I could think to say. It was all I needed to say although I thought to myself, {If you were younger I would have slapped that ass. At least palmed a good glove full.}. 

The walk to Garnette's home went by quickly. She lived only a few blocks over from Bully's in a two story townhouse. We climbed several weather worn cement steps above a retaining wall to get to her front lawn. The surrounding grounds were well kept with rod iron bars surrounding the front of the house and a privacy fence enclosing a huge back yard behind it. She pulled a brass skeleton key from her satchel to unlock the front gate with me in tow. Upon entering Garnette's home it became apparent she was very well to do and could have afforded the bronze statue at the fair had she really wanted it. Her foyer had an odd, old smell to it. Not geriatric or sickly, but like that old newspaper scent some antique shops are known to have. I removed my shoes when she kicked off her flip flops at the door. She gracefully walked across a plush royal blue carpet stopping at a large bay window facing the street. The sunlight pierced the glass and filled the living room. Her place sat atop a hill, so she had a nice view of the area looking down at her block. She flung her hat like a frisbee across the chamber onto a plush Victorian couch. With her spiraling salt and pepper hair tumbling over her shoulders and the bright splashes of light hitting her backside she was radiant. "So, you like the way the sun shines through this dress? What else do you like?", she asked rhetorically. The bright rays of light must have been intensified by the window pane because it penetrated her sundress, leaving a clear view of her aged camel toe. I stepped closer to her, placing my hands on her thin waist, then let them drift to her hips. Pulling her gently towards me, I nuzzled against her cheek and softly kissed the side of her neck before answering, "I like what I'm doing right now, Garnette. I want to hold you close, taste your kiss and feel you from the inside." She closed her eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly. It was enough for me to know that she was welcoming me to offer a long steamy kiss. It was quite clear that Garnette had not had any affection in a very long time. She threw her arms around my shoulders and neck, and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her oral fluids were a delightful delicacy. She tasted like cotton candy. I returned her kiss with equal zeal, as I hiked the back of her sundress up her legs and over her rear-end. From here I could peer down her back and check out the kind of undies she was sporting. I was completely wrong about Garnette wearing granny panties. They were dark green, lacy and surprisingly chic for a woman of her age, I thought. Once her dress was high enough to expose her panty line, I began massaging and kneading the clefts of her butt cheeks. My fingers ran on autopilot and slid up and down the middle of her ass. Garnette had been neglected for far, far too long. The stimulation made her tremble in my arms. I knew she was excited. My right hand crawled under her waistband and over her soft buns where it came to rest at the base of her taint. I pulled her in closer, kissing her neck and bare shoulders as I played at the edge of her well seasoned pussy. "Oh Den, don't stop, please don't stop.", she purred submissively. I had no intention of stopping, but instead parted her outer labia and slid my middle fingers deep inside her warm pussy. Her swollen vulva completely engulfed them. I ran them back and forth inside her, but there was sparse lubricating oil inside her engine. I began rubbing her clit in large firmly pressed circles through a bristly patch of pubic hair. Warm dewy moisture built on my fingers as her vaginal fluids slowly returned. Taking my hand out of her silk panties but keeping both beneath her sundress, I dropped to the floor. As I knelt in front of her, Garnette placed a nervous hand on my shoulder for support and stuttered, "Wha-what are you doing?" Grinning broadly, I looked up and answered, "C’mon Garnette, you already know the answer to that question. We're spitting in your husband's eye.", and proceeded to remove her panties. The subtle material cascaded down her lean legs to her ankles in slow motion. In tranquil exuberance she stepped out of her blue silk undies. I aided their removal by escorting each dainty foot from its panty pocket as if I were holding a piece of fragile art.

I leisurely scaled Garnette's petite frame, planting tender kisses on her inner thigh, on the curve of her hip, and just above her salt and pepper bird's nest. Once standing erect, I kissed Garnette on her shoulders and under her ear at her jawline. Looking out the bay window behind her, I could see the traffic passing below at its bustling pace. The realization that we were so high up and that the passing vehicles were moving too fast to actually watch us gave me a wondrous idea. "You won't be needing this dress any more. At least, not while I'm here.", I asserted, petting her hip and running my hand over her bare butt cheek. I lifted the garment by its hem, pulling it up to her waist. I had made it past her navel when Garnette halted my intentions to remove her garment. She looked out her window questioning, "Are you sure about this? I don't want anyone to see us." "They can't see anything from down there. Take a look for yourself.", I assured moving her closer to the window. I was tugging on her sundress as she peered out the window. Garnette agreed to my invitation, raising her thin arms over her head. I brought the sundress up and over her torso, pausing to take a good look at her near naked body. Something I'd come to learn about women as they get older is that their faces and hands will often show signs of age long before their bodies do. Garnette was no exception to this sublime peculiarity. Although her strength had diminished long ago, her body for the most part held onto its breathtaking appearance. Her ass sagged a little, but it was still a delight to touch. She turned her slim frame around, looked over her shoulder and coyly asked for assistance removing her strapless leopard print bra, "Do you mind?". We stared into each other's eyes through our reflection in the window. She batted her bright orbs and let a thin smile of contentment rest upon her face. I held her close, pressing my chest against her back while placing a hand between her sleek legs and one on her creamy belly. She pushed backwards longingly, grinding her ass into my growing erection. I thought to myself, {I bet there was a time not long ago when you were the one breaking hearts.} I massaged her passion fruit as I licked the salty nape of her elegant neck. She cooed, letting out a long sigh of blissful relief as my tongue invaded her ear canal and the hand once on her stomach rubbed the surface of her bra. The material felt lustrous as if made of satin. I undid the clasp, displacing the micro hook-and-eye closures. The pointless garb drifted from her body and fell quietly on the floor. I cupped Garnette's petite 32B cup tits, fondling them with purpose. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers as we continued to gaze out the window. She reached back for my cock, squeezing it with all the strength she could muster. I unzipped my pants to release my swollen tool. It flung from my pants like a switchblade. Still kissing her ears and neck, I rubbed my bloated meat between her legs and up her butt cheeks. Up and down and down and up it went to our mutual satisfaction. "Oh Den, I want to see it! I need to see your cock!", she pleaded as she nimbly turned herself around. Looking down at my beast her mouth gaped open and her eyes bulged in delight. I undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor next to her bra. I took my T-shirt off and flung it across the room. Garnette gasped at the sight of my erect cock and hairless balls dancing in front of her. This was back in the day when I commonly went around commando style in the summer. That's right, no underwear. My bullhead eagerly slapped at my stomach while my rod sprung to attention as if to say, "How ya doing, baby!?! Want to party?" Shocked and thrilled, "OH...My...God!!", was all she uttered in response. It had been almost a year, perhaps even longer since Garnette was last intimate with a man from what I gathered. So when she asked to hold my veiny rod in her hand, it came as no real surprise.

"Oh, please, may I? Please!?!", Garnette spoke excitedly, reaching for my erection. "Yes, please, Garnette. Be my guest.", I replied to my aged minx. Garnette clumsily fumbled with my tool as my club bounced up and down smacking her palm like a blackjack. "Be careful, sugar. That's an Alabama black snake you're holdin'. They're known to spit.", I said, teasing her. She lowered herself to the carpeted floor clinging to my horn and took me into her mouth. I placed both hands on the back of her head. My cock disappeared into her velvety soft, wet mouth. Garnette slurped and sucked on my cock like she had been a fluffer in another life, [SLUP-SLURP-SLUP-SLUP]. The sensation produced by her thin lips, [SLUP-SLURP-SLUP-SLUP], as they pressed and rolled up and down my shaft was amazing. I closed my eyes and accepted the debaucherous bliss of the moment. When I opened my eyes, I looked down at Garnette who was now giving my bullhead light kisses as she tugged on my pole. She was looking at me. Lost in the moment. "Den, I hope you don't think of me as a prune or dried up old raisin...cause I can tell you this. When I was a much younger woman, boy could I suck a dick.", she exclaimed with pride. She continued to impress me with her fallatio skills. I stroked her hair and pulled her face onto my cock so my shaft could work its way down her throat. "I bet you could, Garnette.", I agreed politely but thought to myself, {I bet you could suck a dick real good, but can you deep throat this Mother Fucker?} She gagged at this esophageal invasion, clutched my thighs firmly and let my rod box her tonsils before desperately coming up for air belching, "EUW-GACKLE-GGLLUUKK!! Stop, wait, Den!! I can't breathe!!" "Sorry, was that too much dick, baby?", I answered sarcastically, letting go of her head and withdrawing my meat from the comfort of her throat. Garnette wiped snot from her nose trying to catch her breath. She still held onto my dick, stroking it the whole time as if it might escape her. Once she had gotten her wind back, she proceeded to focus on my balls. I watched them dip into her mouth as if she was going to gobble them down whole. All of this while jacking me off. {Damn, that feels fucking good!!}, I thought. Still refusing to let go of my rod, she returned to my pole, bouncing her face on it as if she were bobbing for apples. Garnette was getting a little cock drunk and I was close to blowing my load. To regain control of the moment, I pushed down on her shoulder claiming, "Garnette, slow your roll. I got dick for days. You can suck it all you want, but if you keep that up I'm going to cum in your face." With a mixture of saliva and my pre-cum spilling down the sides of her cheeks, she reluctantly stopped and let go of my cock. Breathing heavily, Garnette apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so carried away there." "No apology needed.", I said, laying Garnette back upon the carpeted floor. "I think it's about time I did something for you. Let me pleasure you Garnette. Let me eat your pussy...I think you're going to love it.", I boasted, reaching for a small throw pillow on a nearby upholstered cot. "This reclining chair will work nicely.", I said, directing Garnette to her lounger.

Garnette lay on her back parting her slender legs for me to indulge in the sweet treat that awaited. Climbing into position, I placed a pillow beneath her rear end so her pussy would be elevated and smack dab in my face...right where I wanted it. I knelt at the end of the davanport, between her legs offering one leg wet kisses from her knee to her lower thigh while I caressed the inside of the other. I ran a hand over her scant breast, pinching and pulling a salmon shaded, hardening nipple. l washed puckered smooches over her flat stomach ever so slowly until it reached the bottom of her belly button. Pushing her legs further apart, widening them, I could see her flower in full bloom. She squirmed, lifting her pussy and started wiggling it in small circles when I scratched at the short curly hairs that cloaked her sticky treasure. Her timeworn thicket was bushy and in need of some serious grooming yet still a pleasure to behold. Her peacock plumage was mostly grey, but laced with thin strands of her long forgotten natural auburn color. Her vulva was only partially opened at first. Just like a Lily flower, her petals were reluctant to reveal her inner beauty. Pinning back the patch of hair above her pearl, I lapped the dewy ambrosia that covered her lips. Her box opened, revealing a flushed pair of quivering pink, butterfly winged inner labia. They were wrinkled around the edges and slick to the touch. An effervescent aroma surged from between her legs tickling my nostrils. It was a sweet yet tart scent all at once and oh-so desirous. There was a rush of warm air bathed in her pheromones emanated from her blossoming flower that fueled my excitement. Eagerly, I pushed her thighs apart and buried my face in her heated basin. I slurped her pussy lips fully into my mouth in lustfull haste. "Oh Den, Yes!!", she moaned as I dedicated myself to satisfying her orally. I toyed with her pea sized clit giving it a short enjoyable hickey. I was rubbing my thumb over it when the size and color change in her inner labia became apparent. They had unfurled to twice their original proportions and taken on a deep purple hue radiating with desire. Her lips looked like the plumage of a peacock with her clit for the head. {Now that's a thing of beauty!!}, I thought as I briefly examined her jewel then returned to eating her honeybun. I filled my mouth with her swollen vulva and probed her cavern with my tongue. She placed her hands on either side of my head and drew her legs up towards herself. She moaned and mewed, "Yes, mmm, eat my pussy. Oh God, Yes, eat my pussy." She had no idea of the tongue thrashing I was about to deliver. I took hold of Garnette's hands, lacing our fingers and held them tightly at her side. She tried to pull them away a couple of times while I drove her crazy, but I refused to let go and contained her use and movement. She was bound and limited to being able to only squeeze tighter and bury her fingernails into the backs of my hands. I continued to paint her box with long slurping licks, taunting her now fully exposed clit with pressurized kisses that plucked and pulled on it with every passing. She managed to free one hand which reflexively shot to her face covering her gaping mouth. She let out a muffled cry. It was muted and hidden by her hand. She strengthened the grip on our joined hands with surprising force. Her free hand beat down once on a cushion at her side. "Oh Yes!! That feels so good!!", she sang. Like a jungle cat, I seized the moment to pounce on her fugitive mitt, again securing it. This time she would not get her hand back. There would be no more HIDDEN cries of elation. "Oh, my God!! Oh, my God!! Oh, my God!!", she repeated over and over as I devoured her pussy. "Den, mmm...I...I...I've never had...Oh my God...my...my, mmm!! Had my pussy eaten like this before.", she babbled and stammered. As far as I was concerned It was time to turn up the heat. I sucked fiercely on her inner lips and flicked her bean with the tip of my tongue. "You like that, Garnette?", I asked rhetorically, "I know you do, baby. Now scream for me. C'mon, give Us a lil' song.", I mocked and resumed my cunnilingal candy. Garnette was fit to bust, but she did not sing for me. Not just then. Instead she moaned in a deep guttural, almost feral sounding manner. Her legs slid rapidly over the surface, sending her feet up and down the hotbed of our promiscuity. I could hear her ankles pop and her toes crack each time they passed by. At last Garnette flexed and became rigid. Her legs fully extended. Her hands and feet clinched as if she'd been hit by the full voltage of a police taser. I would have expected her to gnash her teeth had her mouth not been wide open. She bucked twice, quivered and broke out in goosebumps from head to toe. Her orgasm ran over her and through her like a runaway steam locomotive. Disjointed syllables slipped past her lips. She melted into the cushion beneath her. I thought I heard her say, "More...never, and oh my God." in a parched whisper. I paused my feast to watch her vulva open and close. It looked like it was trying to speak. Hedonistically I enjoyed that moment with her. Regardless of how vicarious and one-side it may have been. I was satisfied with the knowledge...I did this.

At first I thought to get her a glass of water or something to take the edge off of what she just felt, but judging by the way she writhed, twisted and swiveled her bottom on the couch I discarded the notion for something a bit more self-indulgent. I moved closer, rearranging my seat so that I could slap her squeeze box with my bullhead a few times. I wanted to see what else her pussy might do. Garnette's inner labia had part forming an open teardrop. If this wasn't clear indication she was ready to fuck, the look in her eyes and endless moaning was. "Ohhhh Yes, Please Den, yes, YES!!", she cried. I was ready to end her craving for the dick just as much as I was ready to test the depths of her lathered up pussy. I gently took hold of one of Garnette's legs from beneath her lower thigh supporting myself with one arm. Her calf dangled from my arm like a flower stalk, with her foot its oversized peony head. Readying herself to be mounted, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the bulging bicep of my supporting arm. The tip of my bat parted Garnette's lubricious lips ever so cautiously. At her vaginal gate, she was wet and delectably hot. My cock slowly inched its way inside her inviting pussy. The first few inches of my hammer penetrated Garnette with ease. Then came that all too familiar inevitable challenge. She groaned loudly as my bullhead bullied its way down, stretching the walls of her sugar hall to their limits. Her left hand shot to my midsection with surprising speed. "Oww!! Slow, that hurts.", she implored. I knew she was ready for a good fuck at this point, but did not want to break her. After all, she was nearly 60 years old and a 9" beast like mine was enough to stretch her beyond her limits. "Shhhh, hush baby. It's ok, I'll be gentle with you.", I reassured, pulling back a couple of inches before slowly driving my cock deep inside Garnette's pussy again. {She's wet as fuck...but some lube would be nice right about now. Wonder if she has any?}, I thought, noticing a distressed grimace appear on Garnette's face. "Want me to stop, Garnette? Do you have any lube? It would help. I don't want to hurt you.", I stated in all honesty. "No, don't stop. It's just...it's just been so long. Uhmmm, please don't stop!! I want it like this, I need this!! Fuck me like you own me!!", she begged. I drew my cock out completely and gazed at the gargantuan cavity between Garnette's still shaking legs. {Damn, that's a hungry snapper!!}, I thought as I withdrew from her fleshy opening, watching her inner labia cling to my cock engorging itself like it was a sentient entity separate from the whole of her person. Judging by the size of her swollen pussy she was right, she could take me, all of me. She just needed a little help, that's all. I fingered Garnette's pussy. Her freshly made discharge coated the lining of her vaginal tunnel allowing me to reinsert my tool. It helped, but as I drove deeper, she started to wince again. Without the lube she was too tight for what I had to deliver. "How 'bout we change positions. I think it might help us.", I offered and she gladly accepted. "Yes, thank you, that sounds good. I'm sorry, it's that cock of yours. I'm so...", I stopped her before she could finish. "No, don't be sorry. It's ok, here let me help you."

I turned Garnette over so her ass was now in the air with her stomach resting comfortably on the pillow. "Think you can handle it doggy style?', I asked. "Yes, my ex and I used to do it like this all the time." She replied looking back at me as I palmed her ass. I ran my hand up her leg and over her pussy once more to test her wetness. Not satisfied, I took the time to lather her up properly from behind. I licked and fingered her pussy, teased her bubble gum plug, swirling my tongue around her asshole trying to count the spokes. "Uhmmm, Den, that feels so nice.", she murmured contently. This time, when I slid my cock into Garnette's pussy it felt like warm soap. I slid only halfway in to be sure. "You ok, baby?" "Yes, that's it. Uhmm, yes, fuck me doggy style.", she beckoned. Finally, I was able to tap Garnette's ass the way I had wanted to all day. I slid the rest of my meat into her oven and ground my hips on her butt cheeks. To no surprise, rousing her honey pot like this made her more wet. "Ohh yes, ohh yes, that's it Den. Oh you got it, you got it.", she moaned. "So, that's it!! You like it doggy style, don't you? NOW, you're ready to give me that pussy, aren't you?", I bolstered. "Oh fuck yes. Like this, Mmm. Fuck me like this.!!", she howled in wanton agreement. Taking a knee, I gripped Garnette by her perspiration soaked hair, pulled out to where I could see my bullhead part her biscuit and let loose a barrage of quick thrust. My cock crashed into her pussy, my palm slapped her right butt cheek. She was about to say something, but before she could, came another round. Garnette started to shake and tremble beneath me. I paused, but she started to rock back and forth pulling and pushing her onto my pole. "Don't stop, don't stop. Mmm. This feels so good.", she shrieked in a high pitched voice. She had found her groove and was getting her swerve on full tilt. Garnette's legs shook and I knew she was ready to cum again any moment. She felt like a hot wet silk towel had been tied around my dick and I was ready to cum inside her. I released my hold on her hair in anticipation. "Ready for this nut Garnette?", I asked and as expected, received no answer. Instead what I got was a look back from over her shoulder. They say a look is worth a 1000 words. Her eyes were half shut, and mouth agape. The twitching of her burgundy lips and scarlet blush around her neck and ears said it all. There was no hiding it, no going back...she was cumming. Cumming buckets by the sounds of it, "OH GOD, OH Den, FUCK. YES-YES-YES-YES!!!", she wailed in ecstasy as she continued to watch me over her shoulder. I pulled my meat back to the bullhead, rubbed it over Garnette's clit and pulsating pussy before sliding my shaft ball deep inside of her. Repeating this action several times drove her to the brink as she pushed back onto my horn with every deep thrust. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I'M CUUUUMMING!!", she wailed as she rode the wave of her climax. It was my turn to let go of my load and clutched Garnette's hair tightly as my rod punched its way to the bottom of her weathered pussy. Garnette went into a frenzy, feeling my bullhead rub against her cervix. Another flood of orgasmic bliss washed over her body causing her to shake violently. With my rod plunged balls deep inside of Garnette, I exploded with a thundering, [SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET]. The last of my hot jizz shot up Garnette's back and over her shoulder, landing on her cheek. "FUCK!! OH MY GOD!! THAT'S HOT!!", she exclaimed as my cum touched her delicate skin.

Garnette wiped my nut from her cheek with two fingers and suckled them in pure delight. "OH MY GOD!! You have no idea how badly I needed that.", she joyfully expressed her gratitude. Actually, I did know. As tight as she was at first it was self-evident that Garnette had not been laid in quite some time. I pulled my pulsating prick from her heated still twitching pussy and watched the creampie we had created spill out of her. Frothy spooge drizzled like molasses down her inner thigh to the carpet beneath us. {That's going to leave a stain.}, I thought in good humor as I rose from my roost behind her. I offered Garnette a hand to stand in front of the window. Willingly she accepted, departing from her passive posture. Exposed to the world, we embraced in front of the window to watch the goings on outside. Still leaking cum from my cock, I stood behind Garnette firmly pressing against her sweat coated ass. She reached around to tug the remaining fluid from my shaft letting it ooze between her narrow digits then onto the floor. I cupped a single tit and teased at her nipple, rolling my fingers over it. "Uhmm, that feels nice.", she said, glancing at the clock on the wall which read 5:30pm, "I wish this day would never end." I kissed her neck, adding, "It doesn't have to, at least not yet." She turned to kiss me. I willingly accepted and slipped my tongue into her mouth as I squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands. "Let's take a shower, maybe get something to eat. How does pizza sound?", I asked. "As good as spitting in Henry's eye.", she said and let loose a gleeful chortle. I joined in laughing at her wisecrack just as heartfully. As she turned to walk away, I gave her a crisp slap on her ass. [SSMMAACCKK!!!], it sounded throughout the entire room. "OOHHH, Den!!", she chirped and skipped a step before walking towards the bathroom, still laughing at her joke. I couldn't help but notice that she was rubbing the sting out of her butt cheek. I followed, running my fingers up the crack of her still cum slick ass. "Uuhhmmm, now that feels much better.", she said, advancing across the living room. I grabbed my pants and phone from the pocket to place a food order. I called in a large sausage-pepperoni pizza for delivery from Falconi's pizza and handed the phone to Garnette for the delivery address. As we migrated towards the bathroom, Garnette turned to ask me a question. An inquiry I half expected her to deliver sooner but I would spell out the answer at any time. "Can I ask you a question, Den? Please, don't get offended. I need to know about something you said earlier." "Sure, what is it?". We stepped into the shower stall and as she was turning on the water came her question. "You said I'm attractive. Are there many attractive older women in your life...like me?" I took a container of body wash from a shower rack and poured a liberal amount onto a sponge, before answering. It has a feminine smell to it, but I didn't care. I needed something to wash my balls off with. That's all that mattered. "Yes, Garnette. There have been and most likely will be more...many more. You see, there's something about mature women that turns me on. It's a fetish. But Garnette, none of them have ever been as good looking as you are. Anything else you want to know?", I answered. "Yes....", she paused. "Do you have any other fetishes I can oblige? I have a few of my own, but haven't been able to enjoy them for a long time. Some...I've never been able to enjoy. Some are really, really kinky.", she finished lowering her head to hide her embarrassment. "Yes, I do. Maybe after we eat, we can explore them together. Yours and mine.", I concluded. "That would be nice. Would you wash my back for me? Maybe we can go out back...I'll give you a garden gummer.", she said, turning around in the shower. The water cascaded down her neck and over her worn out bubble, washing the afternoon's debauchery down the drain. Garnette had stated that she had some kinky fetishes she would like to indulge upon. Just how kinky, I wondered reflecting upon my own covetous cravings. {Garden gummer or hummer, what the fuck is that? Guess I'm about to find out.}, I thought and leisurely soaped her backside, making sure to clean her kitty well in preparation for whatever debauchery was sure to follow.

Fin.

Den

The photos are courtesy of the Internet and not to be mistaken for or confused with the individuals represented in the above narrative.