Picking Up a Sexy Older Woman

"I'm all yours, stud," Veevee declared to Billy. "How do you want me?"

Billy's chest rose and fell with deep, fast breaths. His cock stood up proudly, throbbing and glistening from Veevee's oral attentions. Hank could see now that Billy shaved. From navel to balls, he was bare of hair, making his abdomen a better canvas for more tattoos. While the art on Billy's arms was all about the design, the art over his penis was designed with full awareness of where it was. They'd been seeing more ink among the younger folks starting up with the parties, first girls with their tramp stamps, anklets, or something cutesy over their shaved pussies, and more often guys now, arms, chest, back, pretty much wherever.

"I want you every way possible in the time we've got," Billy said. "But I'd be pleased to taste your lovely wet sex lips the way you tasted me."

Hank knew Billy's voice well, that resonant sound plucking the strings of memory in his mind. So often he'd heard Billy's songs with Lil singing along, trying to hit Billy's notes or sing up higher for harmony.

Billy ran his long-fingered hands down Veevee's curves.

"You've got good hands," Veevee said. "Gentle. Knowing."

"Mmm," Billy sighed. "You're standing with all your weight on your toes like you're ready to lift off." He laughed, a quiet low chuckle. "Is that what you want?" He slid his hands down under Veevee's buttocks and tugged up with his fingertips, teasing.

Veevee took a quick deep breath. "I'm not too big?"

"Try me," Billy said. He flexed his arms, showing off some development.

"Fly me!" Veevee said.

She put her arms around Billy's shoulders, raised one leg and wrapped it round his waist. Billy reached out and pulled up Veevee's other leg, lifting her up into a twirl.

Veevee laughed happily as Billy showed off his strength, holding on firmly under her butt as he danced her in circles around Jim and Sally Walker's day cabin. She grinned at Hank as Billy danced her around. "Oh, take off your clothes already!" Veevee said.

Hank unburdened himself of his light shipboard clothes as Billy Royce kept dancing round the room, supporting Hank's wife with his hands under her bare buttocks. Veevee held Billy round his shoulders, her heavy breasts pressed to his chest and her legs wrapped round his waist.

"I feel you right between my legs," Veevee said. "You have any special thing you call your equipment, stud?"

Billy laughed. "The Golden Bough," he said. "My guide and key to entering the underworld."

"That's so poetic!" Veevee said. "Well, you're welcome to enter this girl's underworld any time you please. Can you get into me like this?"