After The Movie - [HJ]

Despite Alice's initial concern that the evening would be tense, nervous, things went amazingly well. Maybe it was the bouquet of flowers that Smith had presented her when she first opened the door to her apartment. Maybe it was his choice of restaurants. 'The Kitten's Mittens' was upscale, but it was not overly formal. He had complimented her hair and had noticed her new dress, although she claimed it was just 'an old thing' that she had hanging in her closet. It was actually brand new; she had bought it that afternoon.

He told her a little about himself, but not to the point of dominating the conversation. Instead, he asked about her children and grandchildren. When she mentioned her not-so-recent divorce, he was properly sympathetic but was careful not to say or ask anything that would lead to more discussion about her Ex. He didn't want the evening to turn into a session of bashing her former mate.

The movie was a musical comedy that Alice found hysterical. While exiting the theater, both of them were humming a tune from the motion picture. When the taxi pulled up in front of Alice's apartment building, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to ask, "Do you want to come up for a few minutes?"

As they entered, she removed her clip-on earrings, dropping them onto the small table beneath the intercom, and slid out of her heels, leaving those under that table. To her offer of a drink, Smith responded that a soda would be good. Once two ice-filled glasses of dark, carbonated beverages were set on the coffee table, she told him to sit on the couch and get comfortable.

"Take off your shoes, if you want," she suggested before padding off down the short hallway in her stocking feet. He took her up on that offer and was sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs extended, wiggling his sock encased toes.

"I picked this up today," she announced proudly upon returning to the living room. She placed her purchase, a bottle of baby oil, on the coffee table near the soft-drink glasses. When she sat down next to him, half-turned to face him, one of her legs tucked under her, she reached for his belt. But suddenly stopped and looked up at him, her eyes blinking rapidly. "Oh. I . . . I assume you want me to do this?"

"Yesss," Smith chuckled, unbuckling his belt himself and lowering his zipper. "Very much." Unbuttoning the top of his fly, he spread his pants open for her. "Very, very much."

Alice smiled, happy at the reply. Hooking her fingers into the waist of his pants, she tugged downward on them. Smith arched his back, allowing her to slide his pants completely off of him and drape them over an arm of the sofa. His boxers were next, and once Alice had taken those off, Smith removed his socks.

"Well," she said, rubbing her palms on her dress over her thighs while staring down at the younger man's genitals, "Let's get this thing started."

Filling one palm with baby oil, she rubbed her hands together, making loud squishing noises. Watching her fingers becoming coated with the lubricant and listening to the sploshing sounds caused him to start to get hard. Lifting the stiffening cock with just her thumb and forefinger, she drummed her other three fingers against the shaft. Playing with it. Encouraging it. As it lengthened and broadened, Alice curled her slick fingers around Smith's third-leg, stroking and tugging on it.

"Mmmm," Smith moaned and leaned further back into the couch, his eyes closing and a smile spreading across his face. Alice was so pleased at his response that she was almost bouncing as she jacked him off. Without being aware that she was doing so, the fifty-year-old woman started humming that tune again.

"Music to jerk a cock by?" Smith chuckled as he opened his eyes. She was a bit flustered but he quickly put her at ease by humming that same tune himself.

Their silliness did not last for long. Her squeezing, gripping fist, slipping slickly up and down his rigid, rock-hard boner brought both of them back to the undeniably erotic spectacle of a man, naked from the waist down, having his meat beaten by his fully clothed date.

Reaching for the bottle of baby oil, she poured more of it onto his male organ, covering it with the thick lubricous lubricant. When she resumed her stroking, her movements were even smoother now with the additional lube. Smith moaned, long and loud, as he rotated his hips, as if dancing while sitting down.

"Feel good?" Alice asked, smiling up at the obviously aroused Smith.

"Unbelievably good," he answered with closed eyes.

Alice was in no hurry to make him cum. Far from it, she was thoroughly enjoying handling his baby-maker. Pleasing and pleasuring it. Squeezing and pumping. Her other hand was cupping his now oil coated balls, gently caressing them as she pumped - pumped - pumped on her date's prick.

"Oh, Alice!" Smith gasped, his eyes flying wide open and his hips starting to buck.

She knew exactly what that meant and quickly she increased the speed and **** of her handjob. Her oily fist flying frantically up and down his shaft, the side of her hand making loud slap-slap-slapping noises against his tight balls.

"Ye-YES!" he groaned, almost crying, as his cock exploded. Thick globs of sperm burst forth as he found sweet, blessed relief. Alice's soft, skillful hands bringing him to orgasm. Making him ejaculate again and again. Covering her hands, her forearms, his thighs, with warm white wads of spunk.

Collapsing back on the couch, Smith looked at her in gratitude, his eye-lids half-lowered, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Th-thank you."

"Oh, anytime!" she said, hopping up from the couch to scurry down the short hallway. Smith could hear the sound of running water and when she returned, she was carrying a damp hand towel to clean up his . . . their . . . mess.