Your next hookup

Glancing at your phone, you see it's Tricia's number and you quickly answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, David? It's Tricia. Are you free to talk?"

"Yeah Tricia, I was just resting while I waited for you to call back. What is it?" you ask.

"Well, someone must really want us to get together today. As I was thinking of an excuse to leave the house and meet up with you, my husband came up to me and told me he needed to help one of our friends with a project at his house and that he'll be gone for several hours! Do you think you'd be able to come over now? I don't want to seem anxious, but I gave Lisa a call to thank her for giving you my number and I have to say, she really talked you up. Lisa isn't usually one to say too much about the men she's with, so if she's saying things, you must have really shown her a good time."

"To tell you the truth Tricia, I'm probably just as anxious to meet up with you. Lisa hasn't led me wrong so far, and I'm betting she isn't with you either."

After taking down her address, you tell her you'll see her shortly then hang up the phone. In no time at all, you're back in your car and on your way to see your next hookup. It doesn't take long to get to Tricia's house and within 10 minutes you find yourself parked across the street and climbing out of your car. Jogging up the front steps, you give three quick knocks on the door and don't have to wait long for the door to open, giving you your first look at Tricia.

Tricia looks to be in her mid-50's, but is dressed like she wishes she was still in her mid-30's. Standing about 5' 1", she's wearing a low-cut, pink, tank-top that struggles to contain her ample, D-cup chest, cut-off denim shorts that barely cover her ass, and velvet pink platform heels. A small diamond stud pierces her right nostril and large, hoop earrings dangle from each lobe. Her lips glisten with a light pink gloss and her bleach-blonde hair hangs in loose curls past her shoulders. Laugh lines on her face and loose skin on her neck and arms betray her age, but there's something about the smile on her face and twinkle in her blue eyes that let's you know that you're about to have a lot of fun.

"David?" she asks you, holding out her hand to shake yours while looking you up and down. "Mmmm, very nice... " she says, almost more to herself than to you. "Please, come in."

Stepping further into the house, you close the door behind you before speaking. "It's nice to meet you in person Tricia. I'm glad we could get together today. Now, how would you like this to work out? Do you want to talk a little first? Get to know what each other likes?"

In response to your question, Tricia squats down in front of you and places her hand on the growing bulge in your pants. "I'd much rather just figure things out as we go." she says, looking up at you.

"Now, why don't we get you out of these clothes and you can show me what you're hiding." she says to you as she pulls her tits free, letting them spill over the top of her tank top.

Doing as you're told, you unfasten your pants, letting them, and your boxers, slip down your legs to the floor. Placing your left hand on the back of Tricia's head, you guide your erect member to her open mouth and watch as she eagerly slurps on your knob.

The feeling of her hot, wet, experienced mouth enveloping your cock quickly has your member fully engorged. The effect she's having on you is obvious and looks up at you with a sparkle in her eye as she bobs up and down your shaft and flicks her tongue along the bottom. It doesn't take her long to get into things herself and she begins tugging on her nipples, causing her pussy to tingle and making moans spill from the back of her throat. You let her continue for a few more minutes, enjoying the site of this horny slut on her knees in front of you, before deciding to stop her and pulling your cock from her mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, but I know you didn't have me come over just to suck my dick." you say, looking down at her while your pull your shirt off over your head. "How do you want me fuck you?"