Not just yet

"I would very much like to tell you, but that sounds like stories better told while writhing between sheets, not foreplay in the back of a limo," you tell her. You're able to think and speak more clearly now that she paused her ministrations on your cock.

She looks like she's about to protest, but then thinks better of it. Instead, she reaches back to unhook her bra. She smoothly removes it, exposing her full, heavy cream-colored breasts to your eyes. They sagged a little, an unavoidable result of age, but they were still a lovely sight to see.

"I suppose I am getting ahead of myself. Alright Dave, keep your secrets... for now. Scoot your hips forward, please," she tells you.

You do as asked, moving your lower body so it slides down the seat. Jackie positions herself in between your legs. She reaches over to her purse, pulling out a small bottle of lotion, then it hands it over to you.

"Good sir, would you be so kind as to lather these up for me?" Jackie asks coyly, lifting up her breasts with each hand.

You smile. "I'd be delighted." You squirt some of the lotion into your right hand, put the bottle down, then rub your hands together a bit to get enough of the lotion on both. It's pleasantly warm and slippery, perfect for what Jackie intends to do. You bring your hands forward and begin to rub the lotion on Jackie's tits.

"Mm, I love this stuff," she coos as you thoroughly make sure not a spot on her breasts was missed. Of course you take the chance to fondle and admire the amazing mounds of flesh as you do so. Jackie moans, then chuckles. "You've got good hands, Dave. You've fondled your share of boobs I take it."

"I have," you admit, not bragging, but stating a fact. "I think the breasts of a woman are among the loveliest things a man can see."

"So you're a breasts-man?" She inquires.

"Not exactly. I'm an admirer of women. I believe a woman has so many ways of captivating a man's attention that just calling yourself a breast-man, leg-man, or ass-man is a disservice to all of the beautiful, intangible things a woman possesses" you explain seriously.

Jackie seems intrigued. "I've known guys that have tried to act like they see more in women than tits, ass, and pussy, but are really just straight up pigs deep down. From what I've gathered about you, I think you truly mean that."

"I do, but I'm not going to pretend that I don't very much love tits, ass, and pussy," you confess bluntly.

Jackie chuckles merrily at that. "And I love that honesty about you. We're going to have a fun night, I can just tell. That's enough, hon," she says when she feels there's enough lotion on her breasts. "Now then." She leans up, takes your cock in hand, and slips it between her lotion-covered breasts. "I don't mind if guys are after one thing, but I'd prefer if they were honest about it. Even in this age if a man wants pussy and a woman says no, many in society try and put the blame on the woman for the results. If a woman wants dick on the other hand, suddenly she's a slut and it's her fault again." She smiles at you once more. "So I just want to say real quick I appreciate you not being one of those guys."

"You don't have to thank me for just acting how I feel," you assure her, hands reaching out to cup the sides of her breasts, your dick already feels warm and slippery from the lotion that Jackie's breasts are getting on it.

"I know, but a lot of people just don't get it. As a result I'm choosy on who I play with. Just never call me a slut and I'll be the raunchiest bitch you will ever meet," she told you with a feral grin.

"I can do that, Mrs. Saunders."

"Good, so let's get started."