Message-ID: <34585asstr$1010491803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Katherine T." Reply-to: kt1960@earthlink.net X-Original-Message-ID: <3C3A2D5D.7689.D4E3F06@localhost> Priority: normal X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 23:21:01 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Goodnight, Irene (FF, lesbian) (Dedicated to Jennifer H.) (Katherine T.) Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 07:10:03 -0500 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: gill-bates, IceAltar The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away. All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated. Contact me at kt1960@earthlink.net A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T ---------------------------------------------------------------- This story is dedicated to Jennifer H., who wrote to me recently after a long absence, and whose Email address I unfortunately lost. Dear Jennifer, I hope you enjoy this one. Write again. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Good Night, Irene by Katherine T. kt1960@earthlink.net "You're staring," she said with a teasing smile. Yes, I was staring at her. She had to be over fifty, greying hair, a willowy lush body, a beauty in the scant sunsuit she wore. I had an intense desire to run my tongue through the valley between those impressive breasts. Older women with large breasts make my clit stand at attention. I want to love them, make them sob with pleasure and then lie in their arms with a fat nipple filling my mouth. I want to lose myself in their perfumed folds. We were alone on the deck on top of the hi-rise where I lived -- just the two of us standing in the sun, me in my teeshirt and jeans and her in the yellow sunsuit. I had noticed her on occasion in the building, in the elevators or in the lobby. Today I had gone up to the deck to get some fresh air and read. A hundred hi-rises were visible, maybe each with a sundeck, maybe each with a blonde woman like this one looking at a scrawny dyke half her age. "Sorry," I said. I thought of telling her what I wanted to do to her breasts. What would happen then? Would she get that shocked disgusted look in her eyes? Would she call me a dirty dyke? Would she say, Honey, I don't do anything with women? She smiled again. "My name's Irene," she said. "I'm Terry." Her breasts looked sensational, heavy breasts held up by a tight halter, guaranteed marvelous to look at when they hang free. She was a blonde, hair not too long, streaks of grey, bangs almost down to her eyebrows. She wore light makeup, light eyeshadow, her lips with a tinge of lipstick. Sex-crazy butch that I am, I wanted to have a look at her from the rear, but then she started talking about the building and her problems with the heating and airconditioning system. I kept looking at her, thinking she looked so good, wondering what she thought of me. If she had any street smarts at all, she ought to know what I was. But what difference did it make, since I couldn't see myself getting anywhere with a het woman like this one. Nothing would happen. In a few hours I'd head for Chicky's and if I were lucky maybe pick up a femme for the evening, but nothing would happen here. This was nothing but a neighborly chat and a possible bad scene. Irene mumbled something about how boring the afternoon was, and then before the conversation ended she said, "Come down and have a drink with me, won't you?" She said it casually, her face open, unreadable. I said I'd like that. A moment later as she turned to lead the way off the deck, I finally had my first look at her from the rear. Her thighs were a bit heavy, with a few dimples, but they looked soft and warm and delicious. I was sorry she wasn't wearing something tighter than the boxer shorts because I wanted to see more of her ass. She had my clit twitching in my pants, this blonde het woman in her glorious fifties. My nose caught a whiff of scent like spring flowers. In the elevator going down, she smiled at me and said, "You're gay, aren't you?" Blunt and unexpected. I was taken aback, caught with my soul exposed. "Yes, that's right," I said. I suppose she noticed the tight tone in my voice. She raised an eyebrow. Then she held one of her hands up to show me a ring on her finger. "Do you know what this is?" I stared at the ring. A labrys. She wore a silver labrys mounted on a wide silver band. I'd been fooled by my own assumptions, connived by haste. Most gay women her age, if they are femmes at the start, are morphing from femme to butch, at least partially. Here was an exception. No morphing here. Was my sudden excitement evident? Now her smile was teasing. "You look puzzled." "Surprised." "Pleasantly?" "Very much so." "Good. I'm glad." Then she tossed me a gauging glance, her green eyes direct. "You're good looking, you know. I bet you have women falling all over you." "Definitely not." "And you're young." "No, I'm not young, I'm twenty-six." She chuckled. "That's young." "No good?" She gave me a coy look. "I suppose it depends, doesn't it?" Once we were inside her apartment, she made the drinks for us and we chatted awhile. Her eyes kept looking over me, running up and down my body. I wore a tank top, 501s, and thong sandals. What was she looking for? Did she think I'd be packing a dildo? I'd gone up to the deck to get some sun, that was all. Then we left the living room and moved into the kitchen together while she talked about herself. The next time we were close, we fell into each other's arms and she kissed me. She laughed softly. "I love young butches," she said. Her hands roamed over my ass. "Are you thinking about fucking me?" "I've been thinking about it since I met you." I cursed myself now for not wearing my strap-on. Maybe she could read minds. She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen to the bedroom. There on the dresser was a big pink dildo attached to a black harness. She gestured at the dildo. "What about that? Do you know how to wear one of those things?" I picked it up and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. After I dropped my jeans and jockeys, I strapped on the dildo. My cunt was soaked, juice already dripping down the insides of my thighs. The question was what to wear when I went out. I decided to wear what I'd worn coming in, just have the dildo sticking out of my fly and waving in the air. It looked good. I'd rather use my own, but I was thankful I had this one. I found a tube of K-Y in the medicine cabinet and put it in my pocket. She went wild when she saw me come of the bathroom with that pink delight swaying in front of my crotch. "Oh Lord, let me at it," she said. "Let's have a look at it." Her boldness excited me. She knew what she wanted and she was not afraid to ask for it. She seemed at ease with everything she was doing. She kissed me. So far I hadn't touched her, and I decided I would wait for that. Let her do what she wanted. She used both hands on the dildo, playing with it, stroking it. She looked down at it with obvious lust. I wondered how many women had worked her with it. Her pink toy. She said something about how happy she was she had decided to go up on the sundeck today, and then she dropped down to take the cock in her mouth and suck it. Most femmes, if you're with them the first time, won't do it unless you tell them. If they know you and they know you want it, they'll do it; but if they don't know you, they won't do it unless you tell them. If they don't know you, they feel embarrassed about doing it, embarrassed by their own interest in it, their own excitement. Irene was obviously an exception. She obviously didn't care what I thought, she did what she enjoyed doing. Also, maybe part of it was that this was her toy and not mine. She went at it with gusto immediately, looking up at me as she filled her mouth with it, licking along the length of it and sucking at the round tip. She licked and sucked as she gripped my thighs with her hands. Then she rose with her fingers still curled around the shaft. "You're not in any rush, are you?" I told her I had all day and night for her, and she laughed and took the halter off to show me her breasts. I'd been right about them. They were a gorgeous pair, hanging because of their weight, the nipples fat and juicy- looking. She held them up in her hands and said: "How about sucking one of these?" I leaned forward with my mouth open, and she moaned as I began sucking her big tit. I milked it, using my lips and teeth to apply a hard suction. I already knew she'd be a great fuck, but I wanted her as hot as possible. After I had one nipple stiff and swollen, I moved to the other one and sucked it hard. She whimpered and pressed her breasts firmly into my face. "You're good," she said. "You know more than I thought." I pulled my mouth off her breast. "Why don't you take your clothes off?" I said. "Show me some pussy and I'll suck that too." She liked my words. She laughed. "Darling, you're a horny lady's dream! Would you like a cold beer? Let's go back to the living room." I nodded and walked slightly behind her with my borrowed cock jerking up and down and my hand running over her broad hips. She brought two cold beers from the kitchen, and then she started to strip. As I watched her peel her shorts down, I wondered how old she actually was. I had once been with a woman I'd known for certain had to be sixty. Women of that age can be delicious, but they usually can't play all night. Irene had a fine body, wide hips, heavy thighs and a curly brown bush sprinkled with grey. Her body excited me, its fullness, the lush curves, those magnificent breasts. I made her sit down on the sofa, and then I dropped to my knees in front of her and draped her legs over my shoulders. Her face flushed, she leaned her head back and groaned as I started sniffing her pussy. She had a meaty cunt, the lips thick and furled outward, her clit big and protruding. Holding the fat outer lips with both hands, I peeled her open and started lapping north and south. I licked and sucked, nibbling at her flaps, then pursed my lips over her clit and sucked it. It did not take long. She moaned and grabbed my head as she came, her knees rocking back and forth, her fingers pulling at my hair. "Suck me!" she groaned. "I love it!" As her juices flowed out of her cunt, I lapped them up and swallowed. She came again, her cunt now sopping with her cream, and I did my best to get every drop. When I finally backed away from her, she slid off the sofa and tackled me on the rug. She giggled as she stripped my jeans and jockeys down. The cock caught in the jockeys, and it took some work to free it. She made me lie flat on my back as she bent over me to take the cock in her mouth. She held the dildo at its base, squirming it around, deliberately rubbing my clit. She knew what she was doing. She made me come while she sucked the dildo, something that had never happened to me before. "See, I made you come," she said proudly. She rose and left me lying on the rug watching her broad ass as she walked into the kitchen. I felt good. She seemed ready for all the fucking I could give her, at least for a while. When she came back to me, she said she had taken some food out of the freezer. "Have dinner with me here," she said. "Won't you?" I nodded. When I took hold of one of her thick nipples and toyed with it, she blushed and closed her eyes. We finished the beer, and then we went back to the bedroom because Irene said her back did better on a mattress. What I like about older women is their commitment to pleasure, their refusal to be ruled by inhibitions in sex. They want to enjoy life, and they do it with determination. In the bedroom, Irene took hold of the cock and stroked it. "It's a nice one, isn't it?" "Whose is it?" She laughed. "It's mine, honey. I've had it for years. Why don't you lie down on your back and I'll do the work." I stretched out on the bed, and she lubricated the cock and then put the tube of jelly back on the nightstand. She straddled me with her pussy poised over the dildo. I took hold of her heavy breasts while she used her fingers to stuff the dick inside her. Then she groaned as she sat down on it. She squirmed her hips around, then leaned forward with her hands on either side of my shoulders with her big breasts hanging over my face. She began rocking her cunt up and down on the shaft of the cock. When I moved my hands down to her ass, she wiggled her hips and kissed me. "Use a finger," she said. "Stick a finger in my ass, will you?" I wet a finger in her cunt, and then worked it inside her anus. She went wild. The little eye between those big cheeks was one of her jewels of pleasure. After awhile I could use two fingers with ease, and then of course I thought of the dildo. She would take it later, I was certain of it. Meanwhile, I enjoyed her cunt as it pumped up and down on the cock. Each time she dropped down, the jolt hit my clit, the base of the dildo grinding against it. I took one of her breasts in my mouth. With my fingers in her ass, my mouth filled, my cunt getting slammed by hers, I was ready to fuck all day if she could take it. But finally, after I pulled my mouth away from her breast and she gave me one of those wet kisses she liked, I asked her if she wanted to roll over and let me work her awhile. She immediately did that, pulling her knees all the way back to her breasts and holding them there. I mounted her and started ramming her cunt, my hands squeezing her ass, each stroke making her cry out. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, the sweat rolling off her forehead. Suddenly I pulled out and sat up on my knees. Her eyes opened and she looked shocked. "What happened?" "Roll over and I'll do your ass." The shock in her face vanished, to be replaced by a shy smile. She reached out to the night table and retrieved the tube of jelly. She handed the tube to me, and then she rolled over to get her hips in the air. She giggled. "I can still throw it around, can't I?" 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