Try the bedroom...

"What the hell," I sighed, gazing into her eyes. "The master bedroom isn't being used, I suppose it would be a turn on for you as it would be for me to use it for something such as this..."

The only response is the widest, warmest smile I've seen in ages as her soft, tender fingers slowly curled around mine. "Let's go," she said breathlessly, losing herself in my eyes.

We turned our attention to the hall and quickly raced down it. I barged into the room, while she followed and we jumped on the bed together with our knees. She pawed at my broad, manly chest, and I was about to do the same to her, when she stopped... Her hands had shifted from my chest to my wrists! I could barely keep up with the dreamy vixen as she pushed me down and straddled on top of me. She was agile and strong for her size, as her gentle hands locked on to my wrists. They were pressed into the pillow that my head was on, and in no time at all, I was stuck... or allowed myself to be stuck... as she dominated the scene.

When she saw I wasn't going to make a move against her if she freed my wrists, her hands turned to the opposite sides of her tank top, grasping it and pulling her top upwards.

She was bra-less! She was a perfect c-cup woman, where her areolas were as large as a quarter or perhaps a half dollar and the nipples were little red points of beauty on two lovely globes of flesh. My cock immediately grew two inches in response, which she laid across with her pelvis. I knew she felt the instant growth and didn't do anything, except to smile at me, proud and in charge. I considered using my hands to touch her breasts, but she got off of me before I could move.

She unbuttoned and slid off her cutoffs and, surprise, surprise, she wore no panties either. Such a dreamy vixen indeed! She knelt beside the bed, unzipped my fly and fumbled through my boxers for my thick and pained cock. She slowly licked the shaft up and down, swirled her tongue over its head and slid back up and down the shaft again, all the time, her aqua eyes gazed heavenly into mine. I swear, even with that kind attention paid to me, I was about to cum!

She must have sensed the same thing because she got up and removed my shoes and socks, and my boxers and jeans followed. With just a shirt remaining on me, she teased my hardened nipples through the fabric, before reaching the bottom part of my shirt and pulling it upward, off of me.

She gazed upon my nakedness for the longest time before submitting herself to the intimate desires of her burning sex. She slowly climbed on top of me, straddling the engorged tip of my ever-thickening cock with her own pained vulva. She grabbed it with one hand and my mind swam as she slipped the tip across her lips a couple of times. She guided the tip into place and raised herself again. The lips gently spread for it, allowing my head to usher into her with the greatest of ease. And she slowly and ever so passionately slid down, as if I was about as big as she could stand. Perhaps I was, seeing as how tight she was. Just the mere act of feeling the downward slide was all that our dirty and clouded minds could afford.

And so, I had allowed myself to be fucked by a woman who could be 15 years younger than me. As I looked upon her, my clouded mind began to ponder exactly what 15 years mattered. The answer came as no surprise, as she reached the base of my cock with her pubes... age means absolutely nothing. Heck, I'd be happy if I could find college women who'd do this when I'm 50!

She grabbed my hands and placed them over her breasts, which inflamed me even more... as it probably did to her, too. I found the mental clarity just then to twitch and pinch with great care her savoury nipples. Her body quaked and shuddered in response. "Damn," I thought. "This bitch has got it bad!"

I had considered talking like that to her but decided against it. With her perfect breasts in my hands and my cock in her tight sex, I'd surely end up like a babbling fool. It was hard enough to concentrate on a single, coherent thought when she was this perfect and naughty. And, as the spellbinding woman of sin and desire rocked up and down my intense meat, I knew I wouldn't last long. Hell, this really is one of my best fucks since college...!

In mere moments, I was shooting all the sticky and thick fluid I had to give into her. And it was so great, because she was cramping around my thick cock in a spiraling orgasm of her own. My hands never retreated from her wondrous breasts until she fell on top of me, gasping, moaning and groaning. My hands retreated to her strong back, which I stroked and pawed over it warmly as if we were longtime lovers. For all I knew, that could become true. I could use a partner like this right about now.