Ann

We talked as she drove me even deeper into her spellbinding way of smoking and cute little conversation about nothing. What this actually was was her way of making sure I was hooked, as if she didn’t know already.

Then so relaxed and casual, she said, “Let’s go to my apartment.”

Not waiting for my answer, she took my hand and we were on our way. A small place, one bedroom, with bath separate, kitchen, dinning and living room in one, but all done exactly as I knew hers would be, very feminine. Ann hypnotized me with her every move, in every way she was the perfect epitome of feminine voluptuous pulchritude, with only some of her facial features giving away her advanced age. After she’d gotten us drinks, she smilingly said, “I’ve got to get out of these clothes, please don’t be impatient…I’ll be right back.”

“Where can I go, my car is still at the store.”

“Oh, how cute, as if you’d leave now.” Leaving me with a wicked sensuous smile on her lips.

While she was gone I fantasized about her coming back dressed in practically nothing, except this was an older mature woman, certainly not a young woman on the make, even though we both were. Then Ann came back dressed in her night gown, a plain, cotton, ankle length hot pink tight fitting, low neck, sensuous thing that woke my prick up quickly, especially since her breasts were half exposed, and standing tall and proud. She sat beside me, took my scotch, tipped it toward my lips, as she said, “Finish it.”

I’d never downed that much in one swallow before, and as soon as I did, her lips replaced the glass, in a light soft, roaming kiss that seemed to want to taste every part of my lips and as her tongue filled my mouth, that too. I naturally responded and we sat there making out like school kids. My hand, knowing before my mind did, found her bare breasts, and began fondling them, until she pushed my hand away, and we resumed our playful necking.