An Invitation Received

Walking along the green belt.

On the path there,
In back of the houses.

Watching the patios,
Checking out the decks.

Being watched from,
Those same patios,
Observed from those desks.

When I heard a voice.

“Coffee?”

“I just made a fresh pot.”

“Join me.”

Looked over the fence.

Patio was in shadows.

Barely saw her,
In those shadows,
Near the door.

Went through the gate,
Across the lawn,
Stepped onto the patio.

Much better view.

She stood there,
Coffee in hand,
Holdings the door ajar,
Nude.

Paused for a moment,
Appreciating the view.

She had red hair,
Looked natural,
A hint of grey,
Uncombed,
Middle age,
Or a little past,
Carrying a bit,
Too much weight,
For her height,
Same as my height,
Breasts no longer firm,
Sagging down,
Large nipples,
Swollen,
Stretch marks,
Creased her middle,
Above thick,
Red pubic hair,
Standing flat on one foot,
On the other on her toes,
Knee raised by the pose.

Sipped her coffee,
Said,
“Interested?”

I answered,
As I stepped past her,
Into her kitchen,
“Yes.”

She replied,
“Before or after.”

Smiling,
I respond,
“Both.”

She motioned to the table,
Turned,
Poured,
Brought,
Me a cup.

“Sugar?”

“Cream?”

“Good coffee,
Needs neither.”

Sipped.

“Neither.”

She smiled.

Sat across from me.

Sipped,
Said,
“He didn’t have time,
This morning.”

“Told me to take care,
Of it myself.”

Half a cup gone,
All I could think of,
Was her coffee hot mouth,
And what it would feel like,
Working on my cock.

I stood,
As I was finishing,
The rest of the cup,
Pulled my shirt of my head,
Momentarily blind,
I didn't see,
But felt her hands on my waist,
Sliding inside my walking shorts,
Inside my briefs,
Felt what was there,
Licked her lips,
Pulled both,
Shorts and briefs
Down,
To and past my knees,
To the floor,
Where,
Kicking off my sandals,
I stepped out of them,
At the same moment,
My shirt dropped to the floor.

Nude,
I stood there.

Nude,
She knelt before me.

Smiling up at me,
She took,
A last sip of her coffee,
And,
It was even better,
Than I had imagined.

Her very warm wet mouth,
Was working the length of my cock.

I gained a complete understanding,
Of what Deep Throating means,
Plus what it does to,
And for,
A guy.

My hands had been gripping her hair,
Guiding her mouth,
When I realized,
Just how close I was.

I pulled her head up,
Until she was standing,
Kissed her full,
Deeply,
Pushed her back,
Until her butt,
Met the edge of the table,
Lifted her up,
Sat her there,
Stepped between,
Her legs,
Leaned her back,
Allowed the head of my cock,
To tease,
To flirt,
To enter,
Slowly,
Deliberately,
Into her pussy.

So that her vagina,
Stretched from its lips,
To its depths,
As I forced my cock,
Deeper into her.

Her first gasp,
Turned to a,
Long,
Low,
Guttural,
Sigh.

Her eyes focused on mine.

I smiled,
Completing,
That first slow entry,
Grinding my genitals,
Against hers.

As I started a slow,
Withdrawal from her,
In preparation,
For a not so slow,
Second thrust,
I felt her legs,
Wrap around my hips,
Slide up to my waist,
And pin me against her,
My pelvis,
Tight against hers,
My cock deeply inside,
Her pussy.

My thrusts were short,
Forceful,
Grinding.

That gasp as I entered her,
That,
Long,
Low,
Guttural,
Sigh,
Now turned to panting,
Groaning,
Until,
Her breath,
Caught in her throat,
Her twisting hips,
Became twitching ones,
I felt her cunt,
Tighten around my cock,
Her pelvis bucked,
Against mine,
Her orgasmic funds,
Flooded out around my cock,
The warmth,
The tightening of her cunt,
The bucking,
The rapture showing on her face,
Triggered my own orgasm,
I pumped into her.

Satisfied,
At least for the moment,
Her legs relaxed around,
My waist,
Slid down my hips,
She sat up,
Wrapped her arms,
Around my neck,
And kissed me so deeply,
I felt her tongue,
In the back of my mouth.

My cock was still,
In her cunt,
She was doing something,
There that felt,
Exquisite,
My softening cock,
Was hardening up again.

Without hesitation,
I withdrew my cock,
From her cunt,
Until only the head of my cock,
Still parted her cunt lips,
Drove into her hard enough,
To slide her butt,
A little way across,
The table.

As I started to withdraw again,
She moved her mouth from mine,
Growled,
“From behind.”

I with drew my cock,
From her cunt completely,
Turned her around,
Bent her forward,
Over the table,
Drove my cock,
As she had requested,
Into her cunt,
From behind,
Pinning her legs,
Against the edge,
Of the table,
Again,
Again,
Repeatedly.

So soon after,
That first orgasm,
It wasn’t going,
To happen quickly.

There was pleasure,
A kind of satisfaction,
In the thrusting,
In the grinding,
In the pounding,
Of my cock,
Into her cunt,
I think,
For both of us.

However,
With that thing,
She did with her cunt,
Squeezing my cock,
It was,
Going to happened.

And it did.

She came first,
Then she came again.

Finally,
It was my turn,
Drove my cock,
Deeply into her cunt,
Held it there,
Flooded into her.

Empty,
I pulled back,
Until only the head of my cock,
Remained between her cunt lips.

Realizing I was still firm enough,
To bring her one more time,
I did just that,
Pounding into her,
Until she again,
Came.

It was,
Sort of a,
“Thank you”
For the invitation,
And for,
Whatever it was,
She did with her cunt,
Squeezing my cock.

At last,
I stepped back,
She tried to stand,
Wobbled,
I pushed her gently,
Into a chair,
Poured coffee,
For both of us.