The Set Up (MILF-Erotic Encounter-One Shot)

BRING BRING BRING!!!

The peaceful atmosphere of one apartment is shattered with the shrill blare of an alarm clock. A shapeless mass in the bed grumbles and stirs. A pale, thin arm manages to emerge from under the covers and slaps aimlessly at the nightstand by the bed, seeking out the offending appliance that dared wake it up. After a few tries, the alarm clock is silenced and tumbles to the ground with a loud clatter. The dimly lit apartment is once again quiet except for the occasional rumbles of thunder and patter of rain. Somewhere outside there’s distant raucous laughter or a slammed door. The racing feet of multiple kids are heard rushing by the front door of the apartment and fades to quiet again. Fifteen minutes pass before the lump under the blankets stirs again and rises. The covers slough off the sole occupant of the bed and a bleary face emerges.

‘Fuck alarm clocks.” the face mumbles, half-pressed into a pillow. Minutes later, the face pulls itself out of the pillow and carries the lanky, farmer’s tanned body out of the warm cocoon of sleep it was all too comfortable in. Once out of the pleasant wrappings of the blankets, the occupant of the apartment is fully revealed in his pajamas. Clad in a pair of thin, teal scrub pants and a t-shirt that says ‘Skanks Deserve the Street’, a young man in his late twenties trudges to the bathroom. There’s the sounds of water running, teeth being brushed and a toilet flushing before the occupant re-emerges, looking slightly more conscious. Looking out one of his windows, the man feels a sense of comfort and amusement at seeing the gray skies and rain-slicked city beyond.

“I’m so glad I requested the rest of the week off.” The young man loves overcast days like this.

Congratulating himself on his good fortune, the man shuffles into hsi kitchen area and is rummaging through his cabinets and refrigerator, looking for breakfast, until he hears a series of clear knocks on his front door. Giving himself a quick once over to make sure he’s decent, the man heads to his door while saying “Yeah, yeah, yeah, stifle your racket.”

Opening the door, the man is treated to the sight of a tall, slim, yet voluptuous woman in her mid-forties, smiling as she holds up a saran-wrapped plate. “Good Morning, Thomas! Proper English weather, right?” she says in perfect, Received Pronunciation English.

Thomas Vedz, gives an amicable smile at his visitor as he steps aside to let her in. Treating himself to a quick glance at her round backside tightly-packaged in her black leggings. “Good morning, Lizbeth. And yes, it is a beautiful day. But you know you can just call me Tom, right? We’ve been neighbors for years.”

The lovely woman gives him a smirk as she strides into his kitchen and sets the plate down on the counter before unwrapping it and putting one of its contents on a small plate she gets out of his cupboards. “A Lady may refer to her gentleman host by his full, given name if she so chooses. And a Gentleman certainly lets her.” She turns to face him, still smirking and presents the plate to him. “Your favorite, dear. Straight from the oven.”

Trying not to smile back at her and attempt to be grumpy at her intrusion, Thomas schooled his features into a poor scowl. His act fell apart and he smiled at her when she gave him the small plate and the scent of a fresh raspberry scone wafted up to his nose. Accepting the plate, he took a bit of the pastry and made an involuntary sound of enjoyment. “Mmmm, dulishsshh.”

Lizbeth’s smile widened and she playfully chided him. “Manners, dear. Don’t talk with your mouth full. Didn’t your mother teach you better?”

Giving a good-natured grumble as he took another big bite, Thomas used his free hand to open the fridge and pick out a quart of milk and then moved to get out some cups. “My pardons, dear Lady. Truly I am too uncouth to be properly prepared for a woman of good bearing and manners. I throw myself on your humble mercies and beg you to allow me to make it up to you.” Taking out a pack of tea, Thomas looked at Lizbeth, “Would you like some tea?”

The tall, raven-haired beauty laughed and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Taking another bite, Thomas began to boil some water in a kettle on the stove and set up a cup for his guest. While they waited for the water to boil, he returned to the scone and asked her in between bites. “Also, you know we’re in America, right? This might be English weather, but we’re on the west coast of the good ‘ol US of A. Not that I object to being greeted in the morning by a stunning English rose such as yourself bearing a plate of my favorite pastries.”

His guest laughed again while they both leaned against the counter. “Always a flirt, you are. How have you not gotten under Cassandra’s skin more?”

Thomas shrugged and swallowed his last bite before pouring himself a cup of milk and draining its refreshing coolness. “Well, I do try to keep my flirting to a minimum with her. I don’t want to cross a line with the girl who is my dog sitter.”

“I don’t think a little flattery is going to set her off and make her do anything terrible. She thinks Finnegan and Fortitude are adorable. And she certainly doesn’t mind your company.” Lizbeth countered with a little smile.

At this moment, the kettle started to boil and whistle. Turning off the stove, Thomas prepared a cup of tea for his guest and set it on the table. Pulling out her chair for her when they both moved to sit, he earned another smile from the British beauty.

“I don’t know what will set her off. I still remember her cursing out one of her exes when he jokingly called her ‘dollface’. I’ll play nice, thank you very much.” Thomas resumed the conversation.

Lizbeth rolled her eyes and raised her cup to her lips, “I’ll admit, my daughter does have a wee bit of a temper, but she’s rather lovely to people she knows. When has she ever gone barley on you?”

“Never, and I hope to keep it that way.” Thomas chuckled. Seeing his guest take a sip of the tea he made and the slight smile on her face as she closed her eyes, Thomas asked in a much softer tone with a playful note. “Is the tea to your liking, M’Lady?”

Keeping her eyes closed, her smile broadened and she answered before taking another sip. “It’s wonderful, love. You would certainly be quite popular with the ladies over the pond if you ever visited. I dare say you’d do quite well with your own cafe as well.”

With a smile of his own that she didn’t see, Thomas replied. “That’s all due to you. Even a Yank like me can be trained given the proper teacher, eh?”

Cracking one eye open, her smile became another playful smirk, “Touche.”

The atmosphere in the small kitchen of the apartment became a comfortable silence as the pair enjoyed their respective breakfasts. Lizbeth quietly sipped her tea and Thomas had another raspberry scone and cup of cold milk. While Lizbeth closed her eyes and enjoyed her tea, Thomas took the opportunity to admire his guest in a less-than-gentlemanly manner.

She was a vision. Standing taller than him by a good six inches, Lizbeth pushed about six feet. Pale in a way that brought to mind class and untouched art, her fine, but sharp features would have looked more appropriate on a statue of some love goddess. A pair of delicate glasses perched on her aquiline nose and her lush, soft pink lips pursed and curved in pleasure as she took another sip of hot tea. Her height leant her a naturally slim figure, but her genetics made sure to display that she was all woman despite her stature. Her breasts were full and proud, round and perky despite being in her mid forties and contained in a simple, off-the-shoulder cotton top. Her ass was just as shapely as the rest of her and she had a habit of wearing tight pants and leggings or skirts to show it off. Once she’d come over in the summer to return his dogs to him after her daughter had walked them and she’d been wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts. The sight of her long, toned legs leading up to that flawless, bouncy ass nearly made him flatline. Perfectly contrasting her pale porcelain skin, Lizbeth was blessed with hair so dark it made shadows look light and she usually wore it up in a bun or simple ponytail. Her casual visit today meant he was lucky enough to see her wearing it down now and it poured over her shoulders and down her back in a flow of inky midnight. Sitting in his kitchen, casually enjoying a cup of tea, Thomas mused that she wore her ‘lounge clothes’ better than any model wore haute-couture.

“You’re staring, darling. Very impolite.” Lizbeth’s amused tone breaking the silence made him start in his seat. The buxom woman was peeking at him with one eye barely opened and smiling knowingly.

Face burning like an oil field set aflame, Thomas stuttered and looked guiltily down at his empty plate, hoping the crumbs would save him. Alas, they did not and all he could offer was a simple, “I-i didn’t-I’m, uh, s-s-orry.”

Her tone only getting more amused as she fully opened both eyes and smiled, Lizbeth added, “Naughty boy. Very Naughty. What would Cassie say if she knew the man she has a little crush on was ogling her very own mother?”

Thomas could only blush deeper and busy himself with putting his dishes in the sink.

Lizbeth laughed at his reaction, a deep, clear sound of mirth. “Oh, Thomas! You look like a boy who got caught stealing biscuits! Oh, it’s delightful!”

Stopping what he was doing, he looked at the floor as he apologized again. “I didn’t mean to…make you uncomfortable or…” he trailed off lamely.

His guest smiled warmly and stood up to approach him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Come, dear. I’m not uncomfortable. I’m flattered that a young stallion like you would fancy a crone like me. My daughter is closer to your age than I am.”

Thomas’ mouth moved faster than his brain and he said, “But what man wouldn’t choose a charming, mature beauty like yourself?”

The moment seemed frozen as both of them processed what he’d just said. Lizbeth gaped at him with shock-widened eyes and just as Thomas’ face was as red as it had ever been, his guest’s expression cracked into a repressed smile. She couldn’t hold it back for more than a few seconds before her lips parted and she burst into peals of delighted laughter. “Oh, dear! You…actually….” she laughed again, her generous chest heaving with each mirthful gasp. “...you…actually said that!” Thomas could only stand by the sink, blushing with embarrassment while at the same time admiring how gorgeous Lizbeth looked laughing. He kinda wished she showed this kind of expressiveness more often.

Once she’d gotten her laughter under control, Lizbeth was reduced to letting the occasional giggle slip out while lifting her glasses and wiping tears from her eyes. “Oh, Thomas! I haven’t laughed like that in ages! Whew, you are a treat, darling.”

Feeling his face start to cool, he gave a sheepish smile. “I’m glad I could get a laugh out of you.” In a musing tone, he continued, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh so….freely before. It looks good on you. You should do it more often.”

Now it was Lizbeth’s turn to blush, which she tried to hide by lifting her teacup and draining it. “You really can’t help but be a flirt, can you?” Handing her now empty cup to Thomas as he approached her to take it, she added with a surprised expression. She was usually so self-assured and confident. “I sound like a cackling witch from the old fairy tales. At least that’s what the neighborhood kids used to tell me in my younger days….”

Thomas scoffed while he placed the dishes in the sink. “Pardon my French, but fuck ‘em. Those kids were, what do you call it, ‘wankers’?” As he put away the plate of scones and tea box, he kept going and missed the odd look of gratefulness and small blush on Lizbeth’s face. “I bet any boys who teased you would crawl through miles of broken glass for the chance to hear your laugh now. And the girls were obviously just jealous.”

Lizbeth looked mock taken aback, “You mean to tell me that grown men would actually be interested in a woman like me?!”

He looked at her and noted her teasing smile. “Very funny, but yes. C’mon Lizbeth, have you looked at a reflective surface lately? You’re gorgeous.” His voice had dropped to an intimate and honest murmur and Lizbeth had to school her expression into a calm smile and ignore the slight, moist tingle in her quim. “I’m honestly surprised you’re single. How are you not beating the guys off with a stick? You must know if you felt the inclination, you could have your pick of suitors.”

“I appreciate the ego boost, Thomas, but I’m past the time to be ‘playing the field’ as you young ones say.” she replied with a slightly weary voice. “Besides, I’d say my standards are rather hard to find these days.”

Curious, the young man asked, “Really? What is your type?”

Lizbeth grinned enigmatically. “Well, I’d like a gentleman. Someone who likes me for more than what’s between my legs and that I find engaging and not so boorish beyond the bedroom. Of course, he’d certainly have to make my toes curl in a good way behind closed doors.” Seeing her host turn pink with another blush, Lizbeth chuckled. “Oh, Thomas, you are too easy!”

“Very funny, Lizbeth.” Thomas muttered.

Brushing her silky black locks back, she smiled pleasantly at her host. “But here I am, talking about myself. How did this conversation get so derailed when we were talking about my daughter?”

Thomas smirked at her. “Your guess is as good as mine, Milady.”

Fixing him with a level smirk of her own, Lizbeth teased a little more. “Well, I think it’s because a certain someone is so good at being a gentleman and a flirt at the same time. Preying on a poor young maiden’s heart with such charm and ease. Truly, he’s a right menace himself.”

Feeling up to meeting her teasing this time, Thomas winked at her and gestured towards his living room area. “If any maiden is worthy of truthful flirting, I dare say it would be you, Milady Lizbeth.”

The British MILF rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she stood and moved to the living room as his guidance. “You flatter me, good sir.”

“It’s not flattery if it is utterly true.”

Another eye roll. “Flirt.”

He grinned and followed her into the living room and they both made themselves comfy on his couch. “I can only work with what I’m given.”

Lizbeth answered with a saucy look. “You’ve clearly been given a silver tongue that I’m sure you’ve charmed many a young lady with. I honestly find it quite odd how you are still single yourself. A strapping young buck yourself not having been snapped up is quite the surprise.”

“Just like you haven’t found a man to suit your standards, perhaps I simply have not found a woman to meet mine.”

The mature beauty arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in calm surprise. “Oh really? Do tell. I’m all aquiver.”

‘God, even her mocking voice is kinda making me hot.’ Thomas thought to himself and crossed his legs to try and hide his own arousal showing in his loose pajama pants. Clearing his throat while making sure he sat a respectful distance from Lizbeth, he began listing off some qualities. “I’d like a woman who is dignified and elegant, with a sense of humor. Someone who will be loyal and understanding along with a tenderness towards me.”

Lizbeth nodded understanding, “All good points. I have noticed the quality of romantic partners has sadly diminished in these last years. I feel sorry for anyone on the market these days, especially yourself and Cassandra.” Her expression became mischievous as she peered at him through narrowed eyes. “But I can’t help but notice that you conveniently left out some important details.”

Thomas did his best to play innocent. “Oh, I don’t think I left anything out.”

His guest chuckled, her proud breasts bouncing slightly in her top. “Dear Thomas, I may be a proper Lady, but I am not stupid. There’s not a man alive, especially a young man such as yourself, who does not care at all what a potential lover looks like”

He looked down sheepishly, ‘Busted.’

“Now, don’t be shy and confess, darling. What are you looking for, physically, in a woman?” she told him, fixing him with a smile and look that told him she was not going to let him out of answering that easily.

“May I ask why are you so….invested in this information?”

She gave him an enigmatic smile. “Humor an old woman, dear.”

Knowing he wasn’t getting out of this without a lot of teasing, he began to answer. “Well, since you asked, I would like her to be at least somewhat pretty. Not that she needs to be a supermodel or goddess, but I’d like to be with someone that I do find attractive. I like taller girls, but wouldn’t mind someone shorter than myself. I’m not particular to short or long hair, blonde, brunette or redhead or ethnicity even. I just…want someone nice that’s not some insufferable shrew.” Lizbeth fixed him with a look and Thomas continued. “Her breasts shouldn’t be much bigger than her head at the maximum. Frankly, I’d be ok if she was an A-cup, just so long that she’s not entirely flat. Give me something to play with while we cuddle.”

Lizbeth broke into a chuckle. “Really, I thought the vast majority of men wanted women with bosoms so big she can give herself a black eye when she runs.”

“Well, not all men enjoy the idea of having a lover with constant back pain just for a temporary ego boost.” Thomas joined in her chuckle. “Besides, I’m more interested in what she’s got behind her than what precedes her.”

The British MILF raised an eyebrow in intrigue. “Oh? Do tell.”

“I like a good bum, you know? Something round, soft, yet firm and pliant. Bouncy even.” Seeing Lizbeth’s lips closed in a suppressed smile, Thomas sighed and admitted. “I’m an ass-man, alright? It’s…a little embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, Thomas. We like what we like.” Lizbeth replied soothingly. “To be perfectly honest, nothing you’ve said sounds unreasonable. ‘A pretty girl with a nice arse who treats you nicely and doesn’t cheat on you’ is hardly an unthinkable standard.”

Sighing wearily, Thomas replied. “And yet, I doubt such a lady is going to materialize anytime soon. The city isn’t exactly teeming with good women.”

Tutting, Lizbeth leaned towards him from her end of the couch and gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, “Now now, dear. You simply haven’t met her yet, and you’re still young.”

“I almost hate to pry, but why are you so interested, Lizbeth?” Thomas asked.

She replied, for once actually looking a little bashful. “Well, Cassie has been on a bit of a rant lately about the men she has been making the acquaintance of. Her last few suitors have been ok, but Cassie has perhaps run them off with her mouthy behavior. The girl really never learned how to keep a civil tongue in her head when her dander is up, always acting like she is ready for a ruckus. My daughter is a dear when she knows and likes someone, but getting to that point can be such a chore for anyone.”

“And what does this have to do with me?” He wasn’t getting the point.

Letting out a sigh of her own, Lizbeth elaborated. “You are one of the few men around her age range that she does not badmouth at the drop of a hat. And while she has never specifically mentioned she is dead-set on you, she does fancy you and I am confident she would make time in her schedule if you asked her out.”

He was genuinely surprised and something she said earlier caught up in his mind. “Wait a minute, you said when you brought the scones that Cassandra had a…crush on me? That was honest?!”

With a roll of her eyes, the English beauty said, “Of course. I said she has a little crush on you and that was entirely true. I like to tease her now and then and it still gets a blush out of her.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. So? How about it? She likes you more than the average stranger on the street. And nothing you have said about your type ruled her out. I guarantee she’ll be on her best behavior, because if she does step out on you, I will never let her hear the end of it. ‘Up one side of her and down the other’, I believe is the saying.” Lizbeth fixed him with a serious gaze.

Thomas was still trying to wrap his head around the idea. Cassandra wasn’t an exact copy of her mother, but she was certainly a beauty all on her own. Unlike her mother, Cassandra’s accent was far milder and almost entirely naturalized. She shared her mother’s taller than average stature and buxom figure with a peachy ass. She wasn’t as tall as Lizbeth, however and far more direct and outspoken. Cassie was a tomboy through and through. Her complexion was a healthy tan from her activities in addition to the dog walking she did for him and others. She kept her blonde hair cut in a short shaggy mop. Picturing her in his mind, he definitely felt a stirring of lust, but it was a whisper. But he could still imagine Cassie naked, bent over the kitchen table, on her back in his bed, breasts bouncing as he fucked her and he wondered what she sounded like moaning his name or if she did anal or possibly ass to mouth. His stirrings of arousal got stronger and his cock started to twitch in his pajama pants.

Lizbeth’s voice broke him out of his horny thoughts. “Earth to Thomas. Are you ok, darling? Where did you wander off to just now?” While he’d been fantasizing about fucking her daughter, the English rose had scooted closer to him on the couch and was very much in his personal bubble. He didn’t know if it was his sinful thoughts or just her sudden proximity, but he let out a little yelp when he realized how close she had gotten and startled backwards. Unaware of his new position until it was too late, Thomas noticed he’d ended up leaning back against the arm of his couch, with Lizbeth now leaning over his lap while he’d let his legs fall open.

And the best part?

He had a boner.

Fortunately, Lizbeth didn’t seem to notice his arousal tenting his pants below her chin and her lovely features were pinched in concern. “I know I have made a sport of teasing you, Thomas, but are you really ok? I am genuinely worried. You look practically feverish and you are breathing very heavily.”

Thomas’ breath hitched at Lizbeth’s close proximity. Her full, perfect breasts were snugly contained in her simple top, and from the way they swayed in his line of sight and the pokies he saw, it was obvious she had not worn a bra this morning. Her piercing, dark blue eyes peered at him through her glasses and he saw an actual affection in her gaze. Part of him thought of tumbling off of the couch and bolting for his bedroom, or straight out the door. He would look like a total idiot and it would be awkward as hell the next time he saw her, but anything had to be better than being this close to the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met in his life and risk embarrassing himself by letting her see him get horny, right?

Lizbeth didn’t seem to get the memo and leaned even further forward until she was more over him than the couch. Still oblivious to his erection pointing up at her, his sexy neighbor let herself move closer and reached out a hand. At this point, Thomas’ eyes were running a circuit from her face, to her chest gently moving and then down to his erection and off to the door. He didn’t know how she couldn’t sense the tension or why he was feeling it, but her hand finally reached its destination and she brushed aside a lock of his hair, touching his forehead gently.

“Are you getting a fever?” she asked with concerned sincerity.

At the feel of her soft, elegant hand, cool and tender, touching his warm forehead, some part of his resolve broke and he did something he never thought he’d ever do with her.

His erection throbbed harder in his pajama pants and he groaned out a deep, gasping, “Fuck!”

Hearing her neighbor exclaim an expletive right in her face, Lizbeth gasped and gaped at him, frozen in place with her hand still touching his forehead and almost straddling him. “Wh-…what did you say, dear?”

By now, Thomas was gasping for air and hoping he could salvage this. If she thought he was an idiot and never wanted him to speak to her or her daughter, he could live with that. As long as she didn’t think he was some creepy pervert for ogling her and being this turned on from just a little touch from her. His eyes dropped from hers and he ended up staring at her chest. The round, bouncy orbs filling out her top are sinfully nice and tempting him to just reach up and give them a little fondle. His hands were still frozen on the couch, keeping him steady, but his thoughts were broken when he heard a soft gasp from Lizbeth.

Raising his eyes, he took a moment to process that he was actually looking at the top of her head and that meant she was looking down. Her midnight locks spilled down over her shoulders and his legs and he heard her say in a hushed, amused tone. “Well….are you just happy to see me, or is the thought of dating my daughter really that exciting?” Lizbeth lifted her head to look him in the eye and her face was somewhere between delight and disbelief. Thomas internally started to freak out.

Lizbeth had been looking down. At his lap.

She knew he was popping wood around her. Hardly an appropriate thing to do around a Lady such as herself.

But, to his great surprise, instead of screaming, jumping back, slapping him, storming off or any one of a hundred other reasonable responses, she didn’t do any of them. Instead, she looked him dead in the eye. She raised an eyebrow. She smiled. And she licked her lips in a way that just turned him on more.

“Is this for me? Or Cassandra?”

Thomas heard himself say, “Definitely for you right now.”

Lizbeth’s smile became a knowing grin. “Oh? I’m flattered. And a proper Lady should never refuse an honest gift given to her by a Gentleman.” She leaned in until their faces were so close he could feel her every breath on his face and whispered with a conspiratorial smile, “Musn’t let it go to waste then, shall we?”

He was still trying to parse what she said when she inclined her face towards his and tilted it with her eyes fluttering closed. He mirrored her action without thinking and moved his own face in as well. What happened next was him being hyper aware of the soft, warm pressure of her lips against his own. Body moving on autopilot, Thomas opened his lips and allowed his tongue to slip out and brush Lizbeth’s lips. She responded immediately and their tongues began to wrestle as they explored each other’s mouths. In the haze of the moment, he found himself thinking of how she tasted. She had the flavor of tea and fresh bread, a hint of something sweet and fruity, and above anything she had a clear, clean taste that was indefinable, but definitely her.

The pair broke the kiss breathing heavily and each staring into the other’s eyes. As their chests heaved for air, Thomas was the first to break the silence. “Are we…did we just….are you….did I…?”

Lizbeth smirked, “Well, well, well, it’s been a long time since I’ve left a man confused like that.”

Finding his tongue, Thomas got out a full sentence. “Aren’t you here to rope me in for Cassie?”

She licked her lips and glanced back down at his lap where the tent in his pajama scrubs was aching to get out and say hello to her. “I did. But i think a certain part of you is far more interested in getting out right now.” Lizbeth grinned and whispered, “Don’t think I didn't notice that your preferences described me just as well as my daughter. I suspected you might have had a little crush on me, but I thought it was just a shallow attraction.” One of her hands touched his leg and traveled teasingly up until she gently cupped his covered boner. Giving it a deliberate fondle, there was a note of mischief in her voice when she added, “But, judging by this fellow, you might just fancy me as well.”

Acting on instinct, Thomas closed the scant distance between them and initiated another searing kiss, this one even more intense and definitely lustful. While they made out, Lizbeth’s hand took the liberty of exploring his erection through his bottoms and Thomas’ hands found their way to her hips. When they came up for air, he had to check, “Are you sure about this?”

Lisbeth stood up and smiled as she peeled off her top, letting her braless chest bounce free. Her tits were works of art. The size of ripe cantaloupes, they gently swayed and stood perky as a teenager. The round orbs were as pale as the rest of her, with pale pink, small, tight nipples and the sight made Thomas groan while his cock throbbed to the point of almost being painful. “What kind of mother would I be if I did not do proper vetting of a man that I was trying to set my daughter up with?”

Turning from him, Lizbeth looked back over her shoulder with a mysterious smile and patted her thigh. “Now, come along, Thomas. I have a lot of vetting to put you through.”

Watching his gorgeous neighbor strut like a supermodel on a catwalk towards his bedroom, he didn’t need to be told twice and tumbled off the couch and scrambled after her.

Once he’s entered, he is treated to the sight of Lizbeth shimmying out of her tight black leggings to reveal her divine ass in a simple, small thong. Like her breasts, her ass was just as much a peerless example of femininity. Round and pale like the rest of her, with enough bubble to make her backside bouncy while having the pertness of a cheerleader, he knew her ass made men dream and he was no exception. She’d already kicked off her shoes and socks when he’d walked in, so she turned to face him in just her thong and wearing her glasses. Her eyes dropped down to ogle the obvious arousal in the scrubs pants he was wearing as pajama bottoms and smirked again. “I see I’m not the only one who doesn’t need foreplay this time. But I think you’re a bit overdressed for what we both have planned, dear.”

He nearly tore off his clothes and Thomas was naked in less than ten seconds. With his cock turgid with lust and aimed at her like a dowsing rod, Thomas panted while Lizbeth’s smirk grew.

She hooked her thumbs coyly in the waistband of her thong and asked in a casual tone, “I take it you want this off as well?”

Thomas could only nod and answer hoarsely. “Yes, please.”

With a wink, Lizbeth slid her thong down, down, down her blessedly long, healthy legs that had the elegant lines and strength of a dancer and stepped elegantly out of them. By now, Thomas was practically drooling and his hands were clenching and unclenching in the eagerness to just pounce on his sexy neighbor. Seeing his almost rabid desire, Lizbeth couldn’t resist one final moment of tension and took off her glasses as calmly as if she was just reading the newspaper. Putting the glasses down on his nightstand, Lizbeth bent at the waist, giving Thomas an amazing view of her peachy backside and bald pussy aimed right at him. She knew she was still teasing him, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the power she had and the obvious desire he had for her. Turning back to Thomas as she stood up, she sat casually on his bed and asked while scooting back on the covers.

“Well? Are you going to join me or just stand there with your willy out and AAHHH-!”

Thomas’ self control couldn’t last any longer. At his neighbor’s gently teasing invitation, he rushed towards her, nearly tackling her and beginning to cover her face, chest and neck with hungry kisses.

In-between kisses, the English hottie couldn’t resist one more quip, “My, my! Quite the eager one, aren’t y-uuuugh…!” Her words became a groan when Thomas’ lips took purchase on one of her hard nipples and began to lick and suck. His tongue flicked at the hardened, pink nub before letting it go with a tiny ‘pop’ and moving to the other to repeat the treatment. His hands kept busy and they alternated between fondling the breast he wasn’t orally worshipping and his other hand caressing her thighs, her stomach and soon finding its way to the moist slit between her legs.

It only took a minute of tit-sucking before Lizbeth’s legs fell open and she shifted her body to line up with Thomas’ stiff prick even as she arched her back to press her full breasts further towards his mouth. Even with a faceful of the perfect rack of his neighbor literally smothering his face, Thomas could tell the position she was maneuvering herself into and he was happy to get to the main event as well.

The pair was half instinct and half planning, but they maneuvered themselves close enough that Thomas felt something hot and wet at the tip of his cock and Lizbeth felt the hard, rubbery tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Lizbeth’s long, elegant legs gently rose to cradle Thomas’ hips and she let out an encouraging noise as her hands trailed over his sides and caressed his shoulders. Thomas pressed his cock to her entrance and had just begun to part her lower lips when he had enough presence of mind to stop and raise himself up on his arms, looking Lizbeth in her face to wordlessly ask her consent one more time. He saw her eyes hooded with lust, her pale beauty flushed with desire and her expression shift from an expectant hunger to a clearer awareness. They locked eyes and Lizbeth smiled calmly at him, gently nodding.

Lowering his face and body to press his own chest against her soft breasts, he claimed her lips as he pushed forward with his hips, parting her lower folds to begin entering her. And she was tight. Even with her cunt soaking with arousal and her thighs spread to invite him in, he had to add some extra **** to keep going.

Lizbeth loudly moaned when she felt him fill her up, her womanhood stretching deliciously around his throbbing member. “Ohhhh, fuck! Keep going, keep going! All the way in! Fuuuck YES!” He fit her just right. Big enough to make her feel full, but not so big to make it hurt. A far away part of her mind thought, ‘Cassandra will be very pleased.’

But right now, this was about Thomas and herself, and neither of them was forgetting it. Once Thomas had gotten balls deep in his gorgeous, British neighbor, he just laid there on top of her, the two of them having their arms wrapped around each other. Letting Lizbeth have a minute to adjust to hsi length in her as much as giving himself time to not blow his load from the snug, silky grip of her quim, Thomas began to slowly pump in and out of her. Lizbeth’s moans before had been equal part gasp and gurgle, but when Thomas proceeded to properly drill her, Lizbeth's moans took on keening that made it plain she was enjoying the experience. Her host didn’t take long to build up steam and was soon pumping his hips between her pale thighs, his ass rising and falling with a wet ‘plap, plap, plap’ rhythmically sounding with each thrust.

Lizbeth’s glacial blue eyes were rolling back in her head. The sensation of being filled and emptied, over and over, multiple times a second as she bucked her hips up in response, trying to give as good as she was getting, was driving her out of her mind with pleasure. His balls were slapping her ass with an obscene sound every time he bottomed out in her gripping cunt, her hands gripping onto his shoulders to both steady herself and encourage him to keep going. Lizbeth’s toes were curling and uncurling while her legs waved helplessly in the air and her back arched, as much to increase the skin-to-skin contact as to make sure he never pulled out of her completely. Within minutes, their bodies were colliding with each other, both of them grunting and moaning while their natural urges guided them to carry on and keep chasing the building tension in their bodies.

“Fuck, feel so good! Lizbeth, feel so good!” Thomas was babbling against her throat when he wasn’t nibbling and hungrily kissing her neck. Her pussy felt better than any woman he’d ever had the pleasure of fucking and he wanted to make sure she remembered him.

“Ugh, T-thomas, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Lizbeth wailed. She’d been fucked before. She’d had sex plenty of times. But things had certainly been dry for her as a single mother and she had not honestly expected Thomas to be so….berserk with her. She was getting absolutely POUNDED and she was going to be sore for the next day or two, but she wouldn’t trade this for anything.

As great as this felt, Thomas wanted to try something else. Slamming himself to the hilt in his sexy neighbor, he managed to sit up and took hold of one of her smooth legs to move her over and flip her around. Lizbeth herself was still cock drunk from the plowing she had been getting a minute ago, but she could awkwardly move around, still impaled on Thomas’ cock. She was on all fours and Thomas’ hands were on her shapely hips, taking a firm grip and pulling her back as he thrusted forward. Lizbeth began moaning again and dropped her head down, letting her silken locks fall down in an inky curtain around her face and pool on the bed. She was vaguely aware of her melons bouncing, swinging beneath her and almost slapping her in the face from the **** of Thomas’ thrusting before she realized she was in a new position. Lizbeth’s mouth became a pleasure-twisted smile as she thought for a second how he’d flipped her over to fuck her doggy-style and hadn’t even pulled fully out of her. Hearing the repeated clapping of her ass cheeks rippling with each impact of his pelvis to her bottom, Lizbeth thought ‘Clever boy. Clever, naughty boy.” before the hot sensation of Thomas’ cock pumping in and out of her gripping cunt blew clear thoughts right out of her mind. Right now, she felt like her entire body was her cunt, being filled over and over by Thomas who himself was only aware of his cock going in and out of the tightest, wettest, smoothest and most perfect pussy he’d ever experienced.

For a few more minutes, the apartment bedroom was filled with the sounds of the bedsprings shifting, skin slapping, wet squelches and the ever-present moans and grunts of a tall, gorgeous MILF and horny man fucking each other’s brains out. Even in this new position, Lizbeth did her best not to let Thomas do all the work and pushed her ass back to meet his thrusting. For his part, Thomas was mesmerized by the sight of Lizbeth’s pale, peachy posterior rippling lewdly like jello every time he bottomed out in her. By luck or muscle memory, Thomas soon found her g-spot and her cries of pleasure took on a whole new level and pitch of intensity and emotion.

Barely able to speak through her rapidly approaching orgasm, Lizbeth could only moan out, “Getting close! Oh, sweet, merciful, bloody hell, I am getting cloooose!”

Powering through, Thomas wanted her to remember this fuck and he was damn sure going to make good on that. Grabbingher hips possessively, he stared at her luscious cheeks and roared as he went all out. The sudden and brutal **** with which Thomas started drilling her added just that much more pressure to his repeated rubbing of Lizbeth’s g-spot and that was enough to push her over the edge.

“I’m cumming! I’m Cummming!!! FUCK, I”M CUMMING! THOMAS! BLOODY HELL!!!!” Lizbeth yelled as her cunt clamped down on his cock with a **** grip of climax.

The feeling of his shaft having the life squeezed out of him was just as pleasurable as the thought that he’d actually made one of the most gorgeous women he ever knew cum on his cock. Lizbeth had barely crested her peak of pleasure when Thomas felt the tension in his balls and at the base of his spine finally release and her grunted, ass cheeks clenching as he fired several ropes of hot, sticky jizz into the refined, British MILF.

Feeling her inner walls being painted with her host’s viscous load, Lizbeth grunted deep in her throat and gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles were turning white.

The pair collapsed into a tangle of sweaty limbs to the bed, gasping for air and twitching with aftershocks of their respective climaxes. The room was quiet save for their quiet grunts and whimpers as they recovered from their intense coupling.

Thomas was the first to catch his breath and managed to gasp out. “So…did I….impress…you…enough?”

Lizbeth gave a breathless laugh and raised one hand to idly grope one of her own breasts, her fingers pinching one of her still hard nipples. “That was…certainly…acceptable.”

He gave a breathy laugh of his own. “High praise….coming…from you…then.”

“Oh…dear…you…have no…idea.”

The pair continued to catch their breath for a few more minutes and slowly disengage, letting their joined genitals slide away as Thomas softened. Lizbeth spoke up again. “I am half tempted to…ha, keep you for…myself.”

“Might that break Cassie’s heart? I kinda…like having her as my dog walker.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Lizbeth replied with a saucy smirk, still breathing heavily. “But…I approve. I’ll talk to her and see if she’d be up for a cup of tea with you.” Sitting up, Liizbeth’s breasts gently jiggled. “How does next Friday after six-thirty sound?”

Thoma nodded. “I can handle that.”

Lizbeth grinned. “It’s a date then. I will have my people call your people.”

Giving another chuckle as he caught his breath, Thomas smiled and enjoyed the sensation of their combined juices cooling on his softening cock. “This was a hell of a set up.”