Pile-Driving on a Sunday Afternoon
Wes and I had a sex date yesterday. Hey, we may be in our 50s, but a date is a date, ya know? So I always try to make it special and fun. That means I put fresh sheets on the bed and wear new trashy lingerie or something I already have in a different way (like a cami with no panties, etc.).
Whatever I wear (or don’t wear), I always try to surprise Wes. As long as we’ve been together he’s never known what to expect from me, so why change now? *wicked grin*
After I fix the sheets and chase the cats out of the bedroom, I meet Wes in the hallway. He’s been downstairs, napping in his reclining chair (that’s how he watches sports on TV, or so he says *LOL*) while I worked on computer.
“Ready to fuck?” I tease.
“Nah,” he groans, trudging past me, still sleepy.
“Feel any tingles?” I continue, ignoring his protests. He’d taken a Viagra an hour earlier, and he says he can always tell it’s working because his cock starts to tingle.
“Nah,” he replies again, looking down at his dick. “All I’ve got is dead wood.”
“Wood is good,” I say, laughing.
“Not dead wood,” he responds, before disappearing into his bathroom to get a shower and wake up.
I decide to wear a black lace cami and tiny leopard-print panties for our date. I would’ve ditched the panties and just flashed my cute little striped pussy at him, but I’d inserted a Liquibead 15 minutes earlier, and I was already dripping lube.
Alrightyyyyy!
I walk into the bedroom with a tissue box, a Trojan Supra condom, and a tube of KY just in case.
Wes joins me a few minutes later. “It’s freezing in here,” he complains, rubbing his hands together. “We should turn on one of the table lamps for warmth.”
“How about the overhead light,” I suggest, the exhibitionist in me jumping for joy at this opportunity. “That’s how I keep my office warm all day.”
Wes agrees, so I dash over and flip on the light. When I return I rub up against him like a cat in heat, and he quickly strips off my cami. Soon he’s giving me one breast O after another, and my pussy is realllllly dripping cream.
When I can’t take anymore I dip my head and wrap my lips around his semi-hard cock. Boing! His “dead wood” is reincarnated ASAP.
“Get that condom on me,” he growls, stroking his dick. “I wanna fuck you NOW.”
Alrightyyyyy!
And that’s exactly what he did. Again, and again, and again, and….. Yowza!
I did notice when he entered me the first time it burned a bit more than usual. But Wes was fucking me so hard and giving me so many great Os I didn’t want him to stop.
In fact when he finally finishes and collapses next to me, he puts his hand on his chest. “My heart is pounding,” he mumbles.
I didn’t answer. Actually, I couldn’t. I was too wasted. All I could do was roll over on my back and pant. I think it took me 10 minutes just to catch my breath.
After a while, Wes looks at me and says, “Darlin’, you definitely gave the neighbors a show this time with all your screaming and growling.”
Hey, not my fault! When I fuck, I shut off my brain and just feeeeeeeeeeel. I go “animal” and love it!
“Ya think?” I tease, watching him grab a tissue to peel off the condom.
When he tosses it on the floor I roll over and wrap myself around him like the limber animal that I am. “I absolutely cannot get enough of your bod,” I murmur, kissing him from his chest to his neck to his cheek.
“I’m old,” he protests.
“You’re a tasty piece of male flesh,” I insist, tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind his ear, thinking about fucking him again.
But later when I finally get up and go into the bathroom to retrieve my clothes I also take a pee.
OUCH!!!
That’s when I realize the condom burned a place on my pussy. Not the kind of burn I experienced from the latex allergy, but a friction burn. I dab a little KY on those tender tissues and figure the Liquibeads will do the rest. Then I go back to work on computer and answer more fan emails.
Later, when I come downstairs to make dinner, I sit gingerly on the arm of Wes’s reclining chair. Or try to. Yeah, my pussy is still sore.
“I got a bad burn from that condom,” I say, as Wes watches me wiggle around, trying to find a comfortable way to sit.
“I’m sorry,” he replies, looking concerned.
“I can’t believe it did that this time,” I muse, giving up and standing. “Those poly condoms have never done that before.”
Wes gets one of those all-male Alpha grins on his face. “Well, I did give you a hard pile-driving.” He grins even more. “Your pussy felt so good, I just wanted to fuck you and keep fucking you.”
That he did. And I have to say, even with the burn, it was soooooo worth it. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr….! *lusty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
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