Message-ID: <1648eli$9706241827@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Subject: Guy meet a older lady with a punch (BnD) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: The THC Adult Text Archive: NUDESTR2.TXT (185 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. BEFORE YOU EMAIL ME, Please see the footer for important information. Visit http://vvv.com/files/Authors/Tom/wwwmy/acd.html ========================================================================== I am not the author of these stories, a friend of mine enjoys writing them and would appreciate any opinions about them. NUDE STARS AND TELESCOPES CHAPTER TWO When we talked the last time, I had a redhead burst through my door to peer into my telescope. Nothing happened with her. I am so-o-o-o disappointed. She was a stunner. I cleaned my act up and started jogging. Walking, actually. You can meet the most interesting people walking. People have told me I looked depressed when I am walking. No shit ! Who wants to stroll around with no direction and mean it? I was about five blocks away from my house when I spied a woman of blond hair. She had a handsome figure. She seemed about 45 years of age, yellow hair, wearing a "concert" T - shirt and black leggings. I asked myself , "Why do women wear the things they do?". If one is going to jog (or walk) why not wear the proper attire? Then it hit me. In the south, women dress for the occasion. If they are to be in public, they must look good ! I enjoy walking to the mall because the women look so fine. The skirts and dresses they wear make one think they are on break from the office, when, in reality, they are normal homemakers looking for a bargain. Back to the jogging. She was a whimson girl. Advanced in age, yet, sexy none the less. 5' 1" I guessed. About 150 pounds. A chunk of a woman, but, her breasts danced as though they were 18 again. She was breathing hard when I strolled beside her. " This 'fitness thing' is a bitch - you think? " Not really...(puff)...I have lost 20 pounds...(puff)...but it is a pain in the ass." " Pain in the ass? How many miles do you walk?" " Miles? You mean feet !" " So you are not into this fitness...whatever it is...thing at all?" " Hell no! I do this because I was convinced it would make me HOT." " Are you hot?" " Hell yes. I must be. I've gone three blocks. I must be smoldering by now." We walked for a few minutes and she said, " What's your name?". " Bill." " I am Lisa, Bill." " Has anyone told you that you're very attractive?" " No Bill, No one has ever told me I'm attractive. In fact, no one has ever looked at me and said, ' you are a dog'. No one has ever said to me, 'you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.'. Boy, you are dumb... aren't you? " Rocket Science is not my forte. Okay?" " How far have we gone?" " About a mile and a half." " A mile and a half ! I am a mile...a MILE... from my house?" " Is that a problem?" " Hell yes! I can't make it back !" I called a cab from the McDonalds on the corner. Seven dollars and fifty cents later, we arrived at her house. It was a modest house. Of brown brick, it was. I tipped the cabby and followed the old broad into the house. Wonder unto my eyes behold. Inside the doorway a new world beheld me. Before my eyes I saw the richest, deepest, royal blue, velvet curtains I have ever seen. The patio doors to the backyard ( I assumed ). Lisa assumed the posture of the 'beast'. Running hither and throe. She vanished; I could not find her. I sat myself down in the Lazy - Boy in the center of the living area. I waited for her return. With a blast, she appeared. Her 5' 1" frame was covered in tight leather. The bustier was black. The 18 year old breasts danced over the chrome studs. I was shocked. Where the hell did this come from? I, averting my eyes, asked Lisa what the hell she was doing? She replied, " Being me." I responded with an immediate erection. It ain't much; but it hurts when it hits the zipper. Wait a minute. This 45+ year old broad is giving me a hard-on? I scan down to see black leather panties oozing moisture. I think I am hallucinating. " You know, no one ever called me 'beautiful' until I started to wear this." " You are the first woman to make me feel the way I do." " Yeah, right. Then I'll suck your dick and the world will be a better place..." CAWRACKKK!!! I doubled in pain. My head throbbed. I could not see out of my left eye. I was hurt. I lay stilled. Moistness trickled from my brow. It was red. I recapitulated. I was whole, once again. A look of foreboding flushed her face. The aging wench had a softer side. For the first time, I sat next to her. The sofa was large and comfortable. I fell into its graces. She sat next to me and placed her hand on my unsuspecting penis. I turned to the face of the former jogging partner and drove my tongue deep into her throat. CAWRACKKK! My head was buzzing. I could not see. I felt I was in a tunnel. I lashed out. I connected. I felt her jaw give way to my fist. I passed out. I awoke to find her beside me. Presence of mind guided me to the following. The feel of leather rushed my senses with lust. This is not my type of woman. She's fat. She's homely. She's all over me. She had removed my jogging shorts! I don't do this. She's too fat for me. I want a trim, bronze, beauty to sit on my face. I could feel her lips as she glided over my shaft. It had never felt larger or more full of cum. I wanted to get away. Why am I lying here? This woman in leather is sucking my dick. I could feel the rush of ejaculation, but, repressed it. I am not going to cum because some woman in leather is sucking me off. I came in quarts. She sucked me dry. I became angry. I leaped from my position and grabbed her blond hair. Her tossled curls framed her face. I kissed her lips. Her lips became wonting. I thrust my tongue deeper. I found the clasps on the black leather bustier. I removed it. Her breasts opened and my mouth was ready. I sucked her nipples until the milk came. The hardest part was the release of the leather panties. I licked and sucked around the leather chastity belt until it was soft. She figured out the combination and removed it. In a rage, I drove my shaft into her. Pumping wildly, I felt I might fail. This aging woman had gathered me and is now gripping my shaft like it has never experienced before. I came in burning spurts. I felt her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles grip and release my tender penis. Grip and release. Grip and release. It hurt, a little. I dismounted and fell to her side. Sweat was flowing in sheets from my forehead, neck, and chest. She was covered too, with my perspiration. I was exhausted. I felt the sofa give a sigh as she stood and padded her way to the bathroom. Her nude body jiggled slightly as her bare feet touched the floor. I didn't mind. Lisa reappeared wearing a white cotton robe. She gathered my clothes and threw them in my general direction. " I'll see you tomorrow for our walk. Then, you can make ME cum!" **This program is brought to you with the blessings of** ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Archivist Notes: (1) Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be honored. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on CD. Please email adultarc@tommys.spydernet.kom to trigger an autoresponder that will tell you how to get the whole thing on CD-ROM. Change the anti-spam .kom to .com or it will bounce! (2) I didn't write any of the stories in the THC archive. I am not the author of this story. 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