Message-ID: <31153asstr$993823802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Citation340@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: Subject: {ASSM} A Chance Meeting X-Original-Subject: Story Submission to ASSTR Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 10:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly A Chance Meeting was originally drafted by Maria in the UK, enhanced, lengthened and edited by Lance in the United States and submitted together. Lance <1st attachment, "AChancemeeting.txt" begin> ckought69@hotmail.com Adult Story of an older woman and a younger man. XXX.....comments to the authors who wrote and edited the piece as a team. Maria and Lance Maria is at: wildchild652@excite.co.uk Lance is at: Lpear28283@aol.com A Chance meeting He had visited the pub a few times, seen her serving behind the bar, but she had never actually served him, so the sigh he'd always sighed was always from afar. As he sat there, body stiff and determined, tonight, he was resolved to at least get the courage to talk with her. She was his type of woman; an older woman with an ample bust as far as he could see. This was important to him. After all, he had been interested in older women since a tryst with one of his mate's Mums when he was about 14. While they had never gone as far as full sex, they had kissed and cuddled a lot .His interest in older woman was piqued back then. All his best relationships (& sex) since had been with women who were at least 10 years older than him. Now, at 30, the youngest woman he had been with was 38 and that had been when he was 18. The oldest was 57; thinking about this farmer's lady still put a smile on his face remembering the swell and heft of her tits. His last woman friend had been 42,and they had broken up only 6 weeks before when he refused to marry the wench. The barmaid tonight was about 45, quite attractive, and with an ample breast, at least as far as he could see when he had frequented the bar before. And, he was damned horny after six weeks without young or old pussy. He went through the door where the bar was quite packed. All the bar staff was serving and busy so he positioned himself where she was serving, in the process hoping that he would be the next person that she served. Soon enough, she did finish serving everyone around him and sauntered over to him, hips swaying and breasts moving beneath her blouse. When she stopped in front of him, she asked him in a low and throaty voice what he wanted. His laughing response was, "You" as he eyed the substantial swell and rise of her 40d busts, each fighting to escape, pushing against the fabric of the low-cut front of her blouse. She smiled and answered his unasked question, "maybe if you play your cards right even at your age, lad. Now then, what do you want to drink?" He asked for a beer, grinning not at her face but at her tits as she leaned over the beer pump. Pulling the pint revealed her breasts to him even more. She was discreetly enjoying his attention but seemed unsure if he had meant his comment, probably considering and dismissing him because of their age difference. The bar was pretty busy, but it seemed as he sipped his beer that she spent as much time as she could standing by him, talking to him, leaning over in front of him or just being near where he sat on the bar for some time after she pulled his pint. She disappeared into the ladies for a moment and returned with her stomach tucked tighter into whatever she was wearing, obviously conscious of her appearance. After a couple of hours of sitting, sipping and watching, he had the feeling that she was as interested in him as he was in her so he decided to try something else as well. The next time she came over, he called to her, "Hazel, chat with us?" She came and stood in front of him asking only with her eyes and the cocked tilt of her head what he wanted. They were now alone in this room of the bar at this late hour as he boldly reached his hand forward and deliberately but lightly touched her breast, through the silky feeling of her blouse and her bra. For a moment, she looked as if she would pull away from him, maybe even slap this rude boy, but then she looked around, saw they were alone and reached out her hands and quickly and roughly pulled his head towards the twin mass of her breasts. "Might as well get a look and a sniff then, lad." He almost had an orgasm there and then as his head was warmed on each side by those ample breasts; a spot where he could smell the aroma of her perfume, the odour of cigarettes in the bar and the smell of her being a woman who'd worked all evening. He held his head there, inhaling her essence and beginning a swelling she couldn't even see. Finally, after twenty seconds when he began to move and she knew he was hers, she let him pull his head away, put his face to hers and kiss her on the lips. He wasn't totally experienced and he showed it when he quickly pulled back after the kiss, just in case he was somehow reading her wrong. She smiled, and said that she would be back, as there were people in the other room still here and waiting to be served. "Don't go, lad. The night's young and I'm going to take care of these people's desert!" He was disappointed as he thought that he had read the signs all wrong and she was just being polite. However, about 20 minutes later she was back, whispered to him that she finished at 11:45 p.m. then made his day as she said, "Meet me outside the back door." It was then that he whispered that he wanted to put his head somewhere else, and, laughing, she said that they would see just what the lad could get done. After this she was too busy in the other room to come back and chat with him again, but she kept looking over at him and smiling. He kept the enormous hard-on the brush with her breasts and the taste of her lips had given rise to. Thinking about what might happen later, he had to go to the loo four or five times to adjust his manhood and try to pee. There's no joy that way when your cock's hard and your mind is on Hazel's tits. At 11:35 pm, when the pub closed, he went to find the back door. He waited, nervous that she would go out of the front and let him stand there, a young fool, but at 11:45 pm, as promised she came out of the door. His eyes drank in what he saw, and his brain tripped through what he hoped was in store for him. She was not wearing a coat, as it was quite warm, had washed and changed into a new low-cut blouse, and topped her outfit with a short leather skirt, one which barely covered the cheeks of her nicely rounded butt. She came towards him and said, "hi. We can go back to my place. It's just right round the corner." He agreed, but said that he wanted to do something first, smiling, she asked what, and he put his arms around her and pulled her towards him, kissing her full on the lips. He put his hand down, pulled the skirt up slightly, and almost came in his pants as he felt the soft labia and full bush of hair down on her totally bare pussy. He rubbed it until she became slightly damp and sticky to his touch as she spread her legs and began breathing heavier. . She pushed him away after a quick feel of his cock through his pants, and said that her cat needed taking care of so they should get back to her place .He was a little disappointed that she was worried about her cat, but wanted to go back to her place so, holding her hand, he was almost dragged around the corner and up a flight of stairs to her flat. When they got into her flat, she got him a glass of wine then said that she would be back in a moment. He sat drinking the wine and looking round the flat as he waited. About 5 minutes later, the most beautiful sight in the world greeted his eyes when he stood after her call to him and following the sound of the voice, he walked into the bedroom. She was there, lying naked on the bed, unashamedly wide open legs spread to reveal her pussy, her voice purring that her pussy needed taking care of and her hands bundling and unbundling the bra she'd been wearing all night. He did not need telling twice, he stripped out of his clothes and then kneeling down, moved his head towards the invitation of her black, thick, bush. He sniffed the delicious smell of hot damp pussy, mixed with the smell of her perfume, and sank his tongue deep into her, into the intimacy of her pussy, licking and sucking as she instantly came, pulsing her own clear liquids into his mouth. Her hands stroked the nipples atop her breast; pulled them, rubbed them around and tried to offer them to his lips to suckle. "Your name, lad?" she asked him. "Sean," he mumbled through her pussy. There was so much juice and it tasted so sweet that he nearly drowned. All he could think of was that he loved the taste of her .He wanted to eat her forever. He licked and sucked as she moved under him, now moaning and sighing loudly Eventually, he could take it no more, his cock was so hard and throbbing, he moved up her body, pushed his cock deep inside her older but no less inviting pussy. The woman was so aroused that she did not even bother to ask if he had any protection, she just wanted that young thudding cock inside her, pumping its hot cum into her pussy. She felt the head go in, expanding her lips, as his hand guided one of her tits into his mouth and began to move and suck all of her. After about 10 minutes, he exploded for the first time inside her, filling her pussy with the heat his liquid brought as it splashed against the back wall of her vagina, joined her fluids and squeezed and cried out together. It was wonderful and she ground into him as he did the same to her until they were done. Afterward, they lay on the bed together for a while, then she started to rouse him again, holding his cock then bending to take it into her mouth and work it's hardening length. Her little finger slid into his anus and he murmured, knowing for sure now that he was in for a long night. She rolled over, stepped off the bed and ran round into the kitchen where she sat on a stool with her legs open again and begged him to get into her where he could hump the shaft inside her vagina again, up and down, up and down, in and out as she flopped the heft of her tits over his nose, onto his eyes and felt his tongue as it trailed around her face while she suggested grunt after grunt that they continue to make love all night. When he had a conscious thought just before 2 a.m., back in the bedroom it was: "Had it been chance that they got together or had she planned it? Chapter Two Just as he released into her for the third time, he felt a different and more callused hand on his balls, cupping and holding them. Hazel chose that time and spurted her own liquid for the fifth time, drowning his belly and legs and squealing and squealing as she gushed from her gash, drove into him and told him to "Fuck me, lad! Fuck me now!" Behind her, he heard, "That's it Hazel! Give the lad his due. It's soon enough my turn!" The voice was a woman's but one with a gravel-sounding content from deep within her abdomen. Hazel finished squeezing, squealing and squirting then spoke over his head, laying each of her tits on his cheeks: "Melanie, mother dear, I've just had this most delicious lad. Will you have him too?" All he could hear was the sound of rustling clothes and panting as someone else got rid of their clothes before she stepped to the side of her daughter and showed him what a pair of 44 DD tits looked like atop a 65 year old tummy which capped the reddest bush he'd ever seen. "Dear, roll off the lad!" Her daughter did and he sat their amazed as Hazel's mom spread her legs, let him get a look at the longest, widest pussy he'd ever seen. She was close enough he didn't hesitate or debate. He kissed Hazel back and stretched his arm to Melanie but not to her breasts, instead to the junction of her hips and touched the top, tracing down until that finger went into her while she stood, grunting. It started that way, first one finger, then two. Two, then three. Three, then all of them until the wedge of his hand and his thumb went into her and her body began to grip and move. Slowly, he closed his hand inside her, forming a fist and feeling the back of his hand get squirted with Hazel's mom's fluids. Both her hands found his arm and pushed and pulled his arm and his fist, moving it around inside her older and bigger pussy. No one cared but if they had looked they would have seen her face had closed eyes and that her head was thrown back with focus and need. Hazel touched her mother's head and pulled it down until she stood next to the bed and bent over; bent enough to feel and taste the tip of his cock which was wet with his thick cum and Hazel's lighter fluids now that her mom had flooded his cock with her fluids. Hazel was just getting her start as she held then rocked his cock and thought, "He'll be the first to be fucked to death. The first ever!" Of course, she grinned when she said it but her mother stirred and whispered, "My turn again, dear. My turn!". <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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