4 comments/ 94293 views/ 12 favorites Better with Age Ch. 01 By: goes4grey When my buddy Jim called to invite me to the Mets/Yankees game at Shea I jumped at the chance. I pretty much had been wallowing in depression since my recent divorce and getting out to a game was just what the doctor ordered. I hooked up with him Saturday in Times Square and we hit a good watering hole before hopping the 7 train out to Queens. The subway car was already pretty packed when we got on at 42nd Street but when it pulled into the next stop another 50 people crammed in and everyone was sandwiched up against each other. The woman that was next to me when we first got on was now pretty much up my ass. She was grey haired and tall, about 6 inches taller than my own 5'-8". She had a nice face, not pretty, not ugly, just nice. If I had to guess she was about 50, some 15 years older than my own 35. But what really got my attention were her huge breasts because they were now pressed up against my arm and back. She apologized for mugging me with a smile. As the train rocked along towards Queens her big tits bounced and rubbed up against me and I distinctly felt her nipples harden against the bare skin of my arm. Whenever I looked back at her she just smiled. Jim, the social butterfly that he is, struck up a conversation with her. He is a huge Yankee fan and he started giving her a good natured ribbing about the Mets, which she was a fan of judging by the T-shirt she wore. She told us her name was Jean and that she was a lawyer and worked in Manhattan. She was originally from Ohio, but came to New York for college and never left. I told her I was originally from Maine and came to New York the same way, via college. I'm a project manager for a small woodworking firm in the Bronx and told her I've done a bunch of projects for various law firms. I hadn't heard of her firm however, they sounded like a small time outfit. The whole time we talked her tits were plastered up against my back, it was hot as hell in the subway car and our shirts were starting to soak thru with sweat and I could feel her nipples get even harder as they rubbed up and down my arm. Thankfully she couldn't see the hardon that was growing in my shorts. Finally the train reached Shea and we disembarked and like cattle moved towards the entrance. When we got out in open air I noticed that Jean was still by my side. She said she was meeting a friend at Gate 4 and asked if we could show her where to go. Jim gave her directions. I don't know what came over me but all of a sudden I was handing her my business card and telling her if she needed any woodwork for her office to give me a call I would hook her up. She thanked me, smiled and then disappeared in the crowd. The game went into extra innings and the Mets ended up winning with a walk off homer. Jim was all pissed off and we were both pretty lit from drinking beer in the hot sun all day. We took the train back into the city, but didn't see Jean this time. We ended up grabbing some chow at a pub in the village and Jim called this chick he had been banging recently to come meet us. He asked her to bring a friend for me but she showed up alone. While we drank she was all over him, hands in his pants and practically fucking him in the booth. I eventually got tired of being the third wheel and called a cab and went back to my apartment in New Jersey feeling lonely and horny. I crawled into bed and jacked myself off, the whole time thinking of the old broad on the subway train rubbing her tits all over me. I drifted off to sleep and her image slipped from my mind not to appear again until 2 weeks later. It was a Friday afternoon, the end of a long day at the end of a long week. I was out at a jobsite measuring up some rooms for cabinets when my cell rang. "Hello" I answered somewhat irritably. "Hi is this Mike Dupree?" a woman asked. "Yes this is Mike, whose calling?" "Jean Merryweather" Jean, Jean who the fuck is Jean my mind is searching "You don't remember me do you; we met on the subway going to the Mets game a few weeks ago" "Oh that Jean, I'm sorry I didn't know your last name it kind of threw me" "That's OK, I guess I am calling out of the blue. You said you would "hook me up" with some woodwork for my office, I was calling to take you up on your offer." "Sure, sure, I guess I did make that offer. Why not, where are you located? I'm in the city now and can swing by" "I'm on 7th Ave between 28th & 29th, number 356 fifteenth floor." "Alright, I can be there in about an hour, is that OK?" "That would be perfect, see you then" I hung up and returned to my work. My thoughts strayed to those big tits rubbing up against me on the subway and I wondered if Ms Merryweather really wanted some woodwork, or was she looking for some wood. Either way, I was looking forward to seeing her again. An hour later I was sitting in the reception area waiting for Jean to come greet me. The receptionist, a chubby but pretty girl named Gretchen, apologized for the 5th time. "I'm sorry Mr. Dupree, Ms Merryweather is still on a conference call, it won't be much longer I promise" I was starting to get agitated as I had been there for 15 minutes already, it was late Friday afternoon and I wanted to get home and start drinking my blues away. Finally a door opened down the corridor and Jean Merryweather was walking towards me. She looked much different than I remembered her. She was wearing a white pleated long sleeve blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck her chest pushed out tight against it, a burgundy hip hugging skirt that came down to mid calf with buttons up the front. Her grey hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing glasses. Librarian was the first thing to come to my mind. "Mr. Dupree, sorry for the wait, my client can go on and on sometimes. Let's take a look at my office shall we? Gretchen I should be about a half hour, you have a nice weekend if I don't see you before you leave." I followed her down the hall, her wide hips swaying back and forth in front of me. She stood in the doorway to her office and I had to turn sideways to go in and her breasts rubbed my shoulders as I passed. She closed the door and I'm not sure but I think she locked it, I was kind of thrown off by the tit rub. Her office was about 15 ft x 10 ft with a large cherry desk by a big window that looked out at 7th Avenue. There was a couch on one fabric covered wall and a credenza on the opposite wall and a small conference table in the corner by the couch. The floors were wood and there was an area rug in the center under the desk. "Very nice" I offered. "Thank you, but it is getting rather dull, I think I need a change. Perhaps you can help me with that" "Well some wall paneling on the front wall would certainly give you a new look, let me sketch something out for you" I put my work bag down on the conference table and pulled out my tape measure and a pad and pencil. I measured the length and height of the wall and started to sketch it out on the pad. Jean came up behind me to look at what I was drawing. She stood close enough that once again her big breasts were rubbing up my arm. This woman likes to have her tits rubbed I was thinking. I finished the sketch and explained it to her while she stayed pressed against me. "I think this is perfect, just what I need to spruce the place up. Let's do it" I couldn't help but think that she wasn't referring to the paneling when she said that. "Can I get you something to drink Mr. Dupree?" "Sure, I'd love a beer but I'll take a soda if that's all you got" She gave me a disapproving look over her glasses as she went over to the credenza and opened up a refrigerated drawer. "Ginger Ale is the strongest I have, will that do?" "Fine with me, thank you" She crossed the room with 2 cans of soda and sat down on the end of the couch. "Make yourself comfortable Mr. Dupree" she said as she patted the cushion next to her. I came over and took the can she offered up and sat on the opposite end of the couch, not sure of what was going on to sit closer. She smiled at me, just the way she had that day on the subway. I chanced a look at her chest and saw that her nipples had hardened since I last looked when I came in. She caught me looking and again gave me the smile. I figured what the hell, I'm going for this, what do I have to lose. "So have you had sex in your office before?" A stunned look on her face, "NO, MR. DUPREE, I HAVE NOT HAD SEX IN MY OFFICE BEFORE!" she reprimanded me. I guess I fucked this up, I thought. Then her look softened the smile came back and she said "does solo sex count?" "No Jean, it does not count" I said as I slid over towards her on the couch. "But there is always a first time for everything" and then our lips met as my right hand went right to a big breast and squeezed it. She moaned and then her tongue was out and invading my mouth. She was frenching me like a long lost lover and I was kneading her tits thru her shirt. I wanted to see them in the flesh so I started to unbutton her blouse starting at her neck. After I undid the last button I pushed the shirt off her shoulders to expose her heavenly globes encased in a classy white lace bra. I pulled my tongue out of her mouth so I could gaze upon her breasts. They looked enormous to me and her cleavage was long and deep. I bent to stick my tongue between her tits and lick the tops of them. She held my head in her hands and guided me around her tits till my mouth was at a nipple beneath the fabric. I licked and sucked at it making her bra all wet with my saliva. While I sucked at her hard nipple her hands went to her back and the bra fell away leaving me staring at her naked chest. Her tits were big and exhibited little sag, not bad for an old bird I thought. Her nipples were the diameter of nickels and stood out proudly from small pink areola. I grabbed them in both hands and started licking back and forth from nipple to nipple. Joan moaned her approval and I felt her hand on my thigh moving steadily towards my stiffening prick. I bit down lightly on a nipple while I twisted the other between my fingers. I got a squeeze of my cock in return, she obviously liked what I was doing to her mammaries. While I continued to work on her tits I felt her tugging at my belt and trying to get my zipper down. Since I was bent over her, it was difficult for her to get this task accomplished so I figured I would help the old girl out. I reluctantly released her tits from my grasp, stood up and moved in front of her. Her hands reached out and one caressed my hardon thru my pants while the other deftly undid my button and pulled down my zipper. Once my pants were undone she pushed them down to my ankles and my cock slapped back against my belly. "Oh My" she said as she got her first look at my 8 inches. "The girls must love this Mr. Dupree" she said as she closed her hand around it and began to stroke me. She then pushed my cock up towards my belly and began licking the shaft from top to bottom. At this point I was fully hard and pulsing and her tongue felt light and playful as it licked me all over. She let my cock down and ran her tongue all over the head. She then opened her mouth and slid me inside. She got about half my cock in her mouth when it hit her throat. Looking up into my eyes she pushed forward and the rest of my hardon disappeared into her mouth. It was my turn to mutter "Oh My". Like most guys I love having my cock sucked, in my mind there is no such thing as a lousy blowjob (although my ex wife could come close the infrequent times she took me in her mouth). Clearly Ms. Jean Merryweather knew her way around a cock and I was getting some of the best head I've had in years, maybe ever. She wasn't just sucking me, she was making oral love to my cock. She would deep throat me for a few seconds then back off and suck and lick my helmet. A few times she would slide her mouth along my length like a harmonica, then lick her way back to my head and engulf me once again. I'm usually very vocal during sex and I had to keep reminding myself that I was in an office and there were people outside the door, maybe even on the other side of the wall. I came close to cumming twice and Jean sensing my state would go down on my balls and give them the same treatment she gave my cock. She kissed, licked and sucked on them, individually and together before returning to my shaft to continue her masterful sucking. The last time she did my nutsack she slid her hands behind me and started scratching her nails up and down my ass cheeks. She pulled my cheeks apart and started rubbing her finger around my anus. I took all my power not to shoot my load then. Releasing my nuts with a plop she licked back up to the head of my cock. Again she looked me in the eye as she pulled me all the way into her mouth and simultaneously slipped her finger into my ass up to the knuckle. That was the end for me, my cock erupted in her throat and she gagged slightly then pulled off till just my head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on it as my cum flooded her mouth, me gritting my teeth and grunting the whole while. The last of my seed oozed out into Jean's cum filled mouth. She pulled my cock out and licked it up and down with a cum coated tongue then sucked it back into her mouth. She did this over and over again and my cock glistened in the light. Eventually I had to stop her, I was close to losing my footing my legs were so wobbly. I pulled Jean to her feet and took her into my arms and kissed her hard. I could taste my sperm in her mouth. My hands moved down to cup her ass and I pulled her against my still hard dick. I wanted to return the oral favor she had just given me. I moved my hands around to the front of her skirt and started fumbling with the buttons, she giggled and said "They are fake buttons silly" and she moved my hand over to the side of her skirt where the zipper was concealed under a pleat. I pulled it down and she stepped out of it. She had apparently bought her panties along with the bra as they matched, classy and lacey. I guess I was expecting granny panties so this was a pleasant discovery. I pushed my hand up against her mound, the material was soaking wet. She must have got off on sucking my cock almost as much as I did. I pulled the band aside and ran my fingers along her moist slit. "I've got to eat you" I said and pulled her over towards the conference table. I swept the sketches and everything off the table while she removed her panties and shoes. She was now completely naked and I took in the sight of her hungrily. She was almost Amazon like with her height, wide hips and big tits. I pushed her back on the table while I kissed her open mouthed. I kissed my way down to her breasts and spent a few minutes slobbering all over them, I couldn't help myself. Reluctantly I left her great tits and kissed my way south. I pushed her back on the table and she scooted herself up so she was completely on top of it. I sat down in one of the chairs and she opened her legs wide. Apparently everything on this older woman was large as I was staring at the biggest cunt I have ever laid eyes on. She had big meaty lips topped off by a clit that looked like my pinky finger, maybe even bigger. Moisture gathered at the bottom by her entrance. I bent forward and started kissing her thighs all over, moving closer to her cunt but not touching it yet. I blew gently on it up and down. "Please" she begged "eat me, please". How could I say no? I stuck my tongue out and ran it up her slit from the bottom to the top. I ran it over her clit and she shuddered. I licked back down then took her meaty lips between my own and sucked them into my mouth. I took her big lips in my fingers and pulled her cunt open wide. I stabbed my tongue hard into her wet hole and started a slow tongue fuck. Her hands were on my head and she moaned softly obviously still aware of where she was. I started to fuck her faster with my tongue and she was pulling on my head trying to drive it deeper up her hole. I managed to get my head free and I licked my way back up her pussy till I was at her clit. It stood out like a little cock from her folds and I quickly sucked it into my mouth. She whimpered and her hands left my head and she took her big tits in them and started pulling on her nipples. I took her clit out of my mouth and started lashing it with my tongue. Hard and fast my tongue hit her big clit from all angles. She was starting to shake as her orgasm was almost upon her. I took her clit back into my mouth and lightly bit down on it. Her thighs clamped down on my head as her climax rocked her body. I knew she wanted to scream but she managed to cum somewhat quietly just as I had. I continued to suck her clit as she bucked beneath me, squeezing my head between her meaty thighs. Thankfully she began to relax a bit and I pulled my head out before she crushed me. I stood up, my cock was raging hard and I had to fuck this wild older woman and fuck her hard. I moved forward and aimed my fuck stick at her opening and pushed my way in. She arched her back and cried out softly as my dick entered her completely. I started to slowly slide in and out of her big cunt. She was surprisingly tight and the friction felt good as I varied the angle of my thrusts. The table was wobbling as I picked up speed. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she groaned, not liking it. "We might as well christen your desk too" I pulled her up and kissed her quickly before leading her over behind her desk. I spread her legs wide then pushed her face down on the desk and entered her roughly. Her clit was at the right height of the desk edge and it banged against it with each thrust. I reached around and took her mammoth tits in my hands and held on tight as I pounded my cock mercilessly into her cunt. She began to cum again as I gave her a sound fucking. She was pushing back against me trying to get more cock into her as she shook from the force of her climax. I clenched my ass, slammed in all the way one more time and began filling her cunt with jizz. I was shaking from the force of my orgasm and each spurt of my cock sent sensations all over my body. My cum spent, I leaned forward and rested my weight on her back, still fondling her globes. I hadn't fucked like this in a long time and knew I could get addicted to this older woman very easily. My cock softened and I finally pulled it out, cum ran down her thighs. I scooped it up with my fingers and brought them to her mouth where she greedily sucked them clean. It was then I realized we had been fucking in front of the window with the blinds wide open and anyone from across the avenue could have seen us, I mentioned this to her and she laughed and said "well then they got one hell of a show. I can't remember the last time I was fucked so soundly, thank you Mr. Dupree". We eventually got ourselves cleaned up somewhat and got our clothes back on. Jean led me to her door, pulled me to her for one last lusty kiss, and then showed me out to the reception area. Gretchen was already gone; I guess we were longer than a half hour. There were still sounds of life from areas of the office so Jean made a show of thanking me for coming in and that she looked forward to seeing my proposal and some samples. I told her I would be more than happy to supply her with some wood any time, gave her a wink and walked out the door. Going down the elevator I realized my view point on older women had just been changed, they certainly do get better with age. Better with Age Ch. 01 Part I: A chance encounter Warm water poured forth from the shower and enveloped Amber's petite frame. It was such a great feeling having the hot spays of water moving down all around her, and a perfect way to feel welcomed back home. Amber had arrived back home after finishing her freshmen year at Seattle University. After completing her last exam, she was on a bus back home to Snohomish, Washington. Eager to return home not only because of the stressful exams, but also every single one of her friends without exception had finished days earlier and were already back home relaxing and enjoying the unseasonably hot weather. Stepping out of the shower she lightly dried herself before dropping the towel to stretch her arms high above her head, and she paused to look at her reflection in the full length mirror; she smiled to herself and was quite satisfied with the good shape she'd been able to maintain during the semester; seeing those other girls put on the freshmen fifteen was motivation enough to keep up her daily yoga and running routine. Amber wasn't intense about exercise by any means, but in any given week she would try her best to get in 10-15 miles of running. Her wet red hair came down to her shoulders. Amber wasn't an incredibly tall woman, but her petite frame at 5'4 combined with her workout routine ensured that heads turned everywhere she went. Standing with her head to one side as she dried her hair with a towel, she thought about the men, or what's more accurate to say, the boys she'd spent time with this past year. Amber would have gone to a lot of parties with her friends but hadn't dated all that much and had only had two flings to mention. Both were fueled by a massive dénouement of stress after mid-term exams each semester and a ridiculous amount of vodka shooters. Yet that's all they really were to her; mindless distractions to take her away from build-up of stress. They themselves weren't bad guys by any means, but they were all the same; wanting to party and get into every girl's pants. On both counts Amber had woken up in their cramped little bachelor pads, completely hungover and trying to remember where she was. Though sexually satisfied, or as satisfied as they could get her, there wasn't anything else to the "relationship". Both guys seemed interested in pursuing it past that, and she did go out on a few dates with each one afterwards, but like every other guy, there seemed nothing to them; no substance, no experience, and what's worse, no maturity. Both seemed to expect Amber to be begging them for their manhood, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. In reality, Amber used them for that one night of distraction, and then got right back to her careful routine of having her head buried in her books. She took school very seriously; she was enjoying her independence away from home and did not want to have to rely on anyone for her future. It didn't really matter, she thought to herself, finishing up with her hair and walking out of the bathroom towards her room, wearing nothing since no one was home at this time of day, and she'd become used to living in the nude for most of the year. As she considered what to wear, her phone rang. Picking it off of the dresser she saw it was her best friend, Haley. Amber took the phone to her ear and laid down on her bed. "Hey babe, what's up?" "Hey!" came the excited reply on the other end, "I'm good! Did you get in last night?" "Yeh," began Amber, "around two in the morning, my dad picked me up and I went right to bed, I slept in and had a nice shower." "That's great, now we've got the summer to relax. How about I pick you up in twenty minutes, I need to buy some new clothes for work and then we can catch some sun by my pool with some drinks!" Haley always knew the best ways to relax and get the most out of each day, plus her deck and loungers were heaven to lie in on a nice sunny day like today. "That's perfect, I'll see you soon." From the dresser, Amber picked out a black lace thong and matching thin strap push up bra, and then slipped on a favorite short denim skirt. She'd been given it as a gift years ago but it was far too long. Since then Amber had gown a few inches taller while still maintaining a slim waistline, so when she found it buried at the bottom of her dresser drawer a while back it felt almost a little naughty wearing it, as it came down to about her mid-thighs. On any given day, Amber dressed quite conservatively, not caring for the attention grabbing clothes, but going out with Haley, even for a quick shopping trip to the mall, implied trying on lots of different clothes and turning many heads on purpose. Once again, Amber wasn't particularly interested in finding a guy, especially at the mall, but competing with Haley was always a bit of a turn for both of them since they were 16. When it came to her top, Amber debated back and forth for a moment between a black t-shirt and a red spaghetti strap, settling on the latter because of the contrast it made with her bra. Less than twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and Amber ran down to answer the door, cell phone and keys in hand. As she opened it, her earlier thoughts were correct; Haley stood in an even more provocative outfit than expected – red shorts which were almost nothing more than tight volleyball bottoms and a black top with the same style of shoulder straps as mine, with a clear outline of her own favorite red bra. "You certainly look dressed to grab some attention." Amber said as she locked the front door behind her and they made their way to the her car. "Hey!" she quickly replied, "I had a hard end to the semester and I'm single right now. All I want to do is have some fun when I'm not working and enjoy the warm weather. Plus, since I've been back a week already I've been hitting the running trails and yoga classes every morning, and I'm looking pretty damn good if I do say so myself." With that, Haley paused mid-walk and did a little twirl, stopping with one leg out and popping her hip in a sexy pin-up girl sort of way. Amber grinned at the sight of Haley's little spin. "You're definitely looking great, no doubt about that!" Although Amber had never really been into girls, it didn't mean she didn't know when to appreciate beauty, and Haley had some real beauty, no doubt about it. She was a little taller than Amber at 5'6, and probably weighted 10 lbs more, but considering the height difference you'd never really notice. The two girls had been friends since they were nine years old, having met in elementary school, and were always doing things together ever since. One of the reasons they got along so well was because both of their families were big into outdoor activities; hiking, running, bike riding, rollerblading, camping – pretty much everything and anything, so it was easy feeling like a member of the family, for either of the girls at the other's home. They had been together through most major life changes; when Hayley's mother divorced Dave and moved to California, when Amber's grandmother passed on, and shortly thereafter her grandfather, and lots of other important milestones. After a quick drive to the mall Amber and Hayley were back to their old selves again; laughing, smiling, trying on all kinds of clothes and swimsuits for the summer, and as expected there was no lack of attention from the boys and the men at the mall; it seemed as though everywhere they walked there were any number of eyes looking them up and down, all of which went quite noticed by the girls, and all quite ignored, with much more interest being placed in the shopping than the stares, though they certainly were ego-boosting. After a solid two hours of walking around they had built up a decent score of sale items; Hayley had found herself a great new set of running shoes and a few pairs of long black pants which she needed for her new summer job at her uncle Greg's accounting office. "What is he having you do down there?" Amber asked as Hayley paid for her items. Hayley replied , taking back her credit card from the cashier, "Mainly some basic bookkeeping, similar to what I learned this past semester in my intro to accounting class. It should keep me busy, and out of trouble during the day." "And bored stiff!" Amber quickly replied, "Also, I know you babe, you don't need to look for trouble, it finds you everywhere you go." Amber stood back and gave Hayley a quick once-over from head to toe. Hayley laughed and looked off to the side as the blush filled her cheeks, and this was often, ever since Hayley had told Amber about the "special after hours" she'd had with her economics professor. Hayley was a straight A student just like Amber; she didn't need to exchange favors for grades, but Amber recalled her text that cold September morning after she'd had her first class with him, "OMG my prof is super hot!" She played it cool all semester, but then one afternoon over coffee, that professor happened to walk by. The smile Hayley flashed him said it all, and as he left Amber blurted out excitedly, "Tell me everything that's going on with him!" For the next twenty minutes, Hayley rehashed every dirty detail about how she specifically transferred out of his class but kept going to see him for his office hours, and one thing let to another, which led to Hayley going down on him in his office chair and then with Hayley on her back on his desk, legs spread wide. "Older guys are just the best babe," she began, "They know what they want, they know what we want, and they have the patience to make sure we both get it!" Though Amber had only been with a few young men, she immediately understood what Hayley meant, simply by virtue of her past lover's inexperience and eagerness to get right to the deed, as opposed to savoring it. Amber hadn't had any time to search for a summer job herself, but since she'd only arrived back home yesterday, her mind was still very much so in relaxing mode. While Hayley had found work clothes, Amber, had found new panties (black and red lace with small, cute little bows on the side) and a swimsuit for the lazy weekends she knew would be spent lounging around Hayley's poolside deck, taking in the warm sun and working on her tan. The bikini was a bright yellow with a tie up top and tie up bottoms which were interesting; not a full bottom nor a thong, but somewhere right in the middle (literally). The girls finished up their shopping and drove back to Hayley's house, having decided that it was simply too perfect already to not enjoy the sun with a nice cold beer out by the pool. Pulling into the driveway the girls noticed the absence of Dave's Mazda, and Hayley commented "I thought my dad had the day off today. He must be out running errands." The girls took their bags and entered into the house. This place wasn't simply Hayley's home, to Amber it was her second home, as she'd spend many nights each summer sleeping over in the guest bedroom Hayley's parents had renovated years before, and then to simplify things even more, by installing a small, second bed in Hayley's room specifically for Amber's visits. "You go ahead and change first;" Hayley began, "I'm going to make sure we've got cold drinks in the fridge" and she walked away from the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms and towards the kitchen. Amber headed upstairs to Hayley's room and laid out her new swimsuit on the bed. She quickly slipped off the red top and black bra and then unzipped the short denim skirt before sliding her fingers into the waistline and peeling it down over her hips. Clad in only her black lace thong, Amber heard Hayley call from downstairs, "Hey! We have everything to make margaritas! Want to make those instead of beers?" Amber bounced out of the bedroom to the wood railing that overlooked the front of the house where she would be better heard by Hayley, "Yeh, that sounds perfect." At that moment, Amber turned to return to Hayley's room, when the master bedroom opened on the opposite end of the hallway and out walked Hayley's dad, Dave, wearing black shorts and a red t-shirt. "Did you say something swee-" was what he began to say before catching sight of Amber, nearly naked, standing still and clearly shocked to see him. "Amber!" began Dave, "What are you doing like that?" Amber stood frozen, her arms moving up to cover her breasts. "Mr. Goldie! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were home, I was just up here to change." Dave's expression softened a bit, and in one swift motion he took off his own t-shirt and moved towards Amber. "Here," he said, "put this on." Amber took the shirt and quickly put it on, as she had no choice now but to see Dave topless, his defined pectorals and muscular chest looking very impressive for a man old enough to be her own father. Dave's expression softened a bit as he said "I took the car in for service, they'll be working on it until tomorrow. Normally, we wear clothes when walking around the house," Amber nodded quickly, feeling exposed and like a little girl in trouble, when he continued on "but if you're going to walk around like that, maybe a little warning for this old man next time, I don't think my heart can take seeing such a beautiful woman like that, you might give me a heart attack next time without any warning!" Amber lifted her gaze to meet his, turning her head slightly at hearing his comment. Dave finished with "You should get changed; I've got some yard work to do." Amber nodded slowly and turned to walk away, back to Hayley's room, while being very aware that her legs were clearly visible to Dave, as was the lacy black thong under the hem of his t-shirt. She could not be certain, but she felt Dave's eyes watching her walk away. Once inside and again alone in the bedroom, Amber felt a rush of excitement as she thought about Dave's comment to her. She stripped off his t-shirt and held it close, his strong, musky smell strangely intoxicating. She was about to put it on the floor when she thought again, and instead folded it up, and placed it into one of the shopping bags with her new panties. Amber finished changing into her new yellow tie-up bikini and then walked back downstairs to the sound of Hayley working the margarita machine. Hayley turned, her mouth forming an ear-to-ear grin with a long nod in approval of Amber's new swimsuit, "Aye mamasita! Very nice! Very nice indeed" Amber took this as a cue to spin around and bend over ever so slightly, before spinning back again and posing for Hayley. "I'm glad you like it" responded Amber. Hayley laughed gently, her beautiful smile becoming even larger now as she searched for two glasses for their drinks, extra large glasses that would ensure that they'd both be tipsy after only one helping. "Don't you have anything bigger?" Amber teased as Hayley poured the first drink, "Hush," replied Hayley, "We've had a long semester of classes and we deserve sun and relaxation" as she handed Amber her glass. "Cheers to that!" Amber said as she eagerly accepted and quickly drank a third of the large glass. Hayley stood and laughed at Amber, "Usually, you wait for the other person to also have a drink before yelling cheers and downing yours, but I'll catch up soon enough." "Hurry up then!" Amber said in her playful tone while taking another sip of her own. As Hayley finished pouring her own drink, the familiar sound of her mobile phone went off. Hayley looked at the number and said "One sec babe, it's my uncle Greg" as she walked away from the kitchen counter to answer it. Amber continued enjoying her drink, though in smaller sips now while Hayley chatted on the phone. After a few minutes she returned to the kitchen with a disappointed look on her face. "I'm really sorry Ambs, but I completely forgot that I promised my uncle Greg that I'd help him organize some of the accounts at his office today. He's been waiting for me for about twenty minutes now." "That's totally fine, but too bad because I was looking forward to the tanning." Amber replied. Hayley thought for a second, "Well it's up to you babe, I'll probably be there and back in a little less than an hour, why not just get a head start in the sun?" Amber didn't need much convincing, the deck chairs looked very inviting from here, and the rush of alcohol into her system just made her want to lay about and do absolutely nothing at all. She nodded in approval and Hayley quickly added "Well then you'll need to down your drink so that you can start mine! It's going to get warm otherwise." Amber laughed and grinned at the challenge, downing the rest of her drink in one fell swoop. Hayley laughed and reached over to trade glasses, "At a girl! Here's you're new drink, I'll be back soon." And with that she walked out towards the front of the house, the door locking as she closed it behind her. Amber's head was feeling quite light now as she looked at the fresh oversized glass or Margareta placed before her. "Well," she thought to herself, "Might as well get outside, this isn't going to drink itself!" Amber noticed Hayley's sunglasses on the countertop, having forgotten her own in the car. Picking them up along with the tanning oil and cell phone, she looked out the window towards the pool and noticed Dave out by the hedges, clipping away at the overgrowth, now wearing a yellow t-shirt with his black shorts. She had forgotten completely that Hayley's dad was going to be outside working in the yard. Come to think of it, Hayley hadn't even seen her dad, and wasn't even aware that he was home. All at once, the episode from upstairs, Hayley's portrayal of the older, mature lover, and her lack luster experiences over the last year all came flooding back to her seemingly at once. Amber watched as Dave worked the hedge clippers, leaning up and forward, his muscular frame straining against his shirt, the sweat obviously coming in quickly with the heat outside. Amber starred longer than she expected and was biting her lower lip softly when she caught herself. "Well," she thought and she slid on the sunglasses, "I guess its drinks, sun, and a show" as she walked over to the sliding patio doors and undid the latch before going through, causing Dave to look up in surprise at Amber, sunglasses on and with a rather large glass, sporting a very skimpy swimsuit. "Hey again Amber, glad to see you're wearing more clothing now." Dave said as he lowered the clippers. "Yeh, not much more though." Replied Amber, scanning his face for any noticeable reaction to her comment relating to their encounter before, and noticing only a small grin come and then quickly go on his face. "Sorry again about that, I didn't mean to surprise you, we didn't think you were home." Dave wiped the sweat from his forehead. "No problem Amber, just took me by surprise is all." "I know," Amber replied as she walked over to the sun lounger by the pool, "next time I'll warn you, just like you asked." Dave paused momentarily at the comment, and then caught himself stealing a glimpse of Amber as she bent over to turn the lounger towards him. This didn't seem so out of place, that was the best way to position the lounger for the most sun, it simply seemed quite convenient that it was directly placed facing him. Amber knew that Dave had to have been watching her as she bent over, and decided to continue the show by oiling herself up with her back to him. She started with her legs, lifting one up and placing it on the lounger, half bending over to get her whole leg done before switching. Dave meanwhile was caught in the same stupor that Amber had experienced earlier, finding himself unable to look away as Amber applied the oil to herself. Finally, she turned to sit in the lounger and Dave quickly moved back towards the hedges, very aware now of the growing problem in his shorts. Amber got herself comfortable in the lounger and took another long sip of her drink. The combination of warmth and alcohol was absolutely blissful, and she felt all the stresses which had accumulated over the school year simply melt away. Better with Age Ch. 01 Dave meanwhile had regained his focus, albeit still very much aware of the half naked woman nearby. He finished clipping the hedges roughly ten minutes later and walked back towards the shed, past Amber, to put away the clippers and take out the lawnmower, when it occurred to him, "Hey Amber, is the lawnmower noise going to ruin your relaxing mood here?" Amber turned in the lounger to face him, "No Mr. Goldie, not at all, I'm just happy to be here, but isn't it too nice of a day to be working so hard in this heat?" Amber seemed to slightly slur her words, her drink about half empty now. Dave stood for a moment contemplating her words. "You know what," he began, "you're completely right." Amber's face lit up and she smiled, "Yay! Why don't you come sit with me and have a drink?" Dave smiled and nodded, "I'll be right back then, I'm in the mood for a beer." Amber jumped up from her lounger, "I'll get you one!" she said eagerly, but the momentum of her standing coupled with the alcohol and heat made her stumble forward, right towards Dave. Amber, unprepared for the random movement of sorts, flailed about as if unsure how to recover, but Dave confidently braced himself and caught Amber by the sides, preventing any kind of fall. He laughed lightly, "Are you sure you'll make it there alive?" he said softly, Amber looking even more embarrassed than earlier in the hallway upstairs. She gathered herself and said in the most serious way she could muster, "Absolutely." She stepped away from Dave, her arms having landed on his firm chest, sliding down and along his arms. She turned and walked back towards the kitchen patio doors, Dave's eyes were glued to her figure, particularly to her yellow covered bottom. As Amber disappeared into the house, Dave moved one of the loungers next to Amber's, slightly facing hers, when he noticed that oddly enough, there was in fact only one lounger out on the deck. As Amber returned from the kitchen holding a Guinness, Dave asked "Where is Hayley? Weren't you two going to hang out today?" "She forgot about something that she needed to help her uncle Greg with", replied Amber. "Ah yes," said Dave, his brother Greg had mentioned that the other day. "Did she say how long she would be?" As Amber was about to answer, her mobile rang indicating that she has received a text message. "Hey Ambs. More to do than I thought. Be back in hour and a half. Keep drinking, I'll catch up later!" Amber held up the phone to Dave, "She just said she'll be home in about an hour and a half." She handed Dave the beer and they both sat down on the lounger. Dave was still sweating from the yard work, and Amber asked "Aren't you boiling with that shirt on?" Dave replied "Yeh, I guess I didn't think it'd be nearly as hot as it is right now," and he sat up and took of the shirt, again exposing his firm, well kept upper body to Amber, "but I guess we're not sort of matching any more, we both had yellow tops on." Amber smiled and contemplated his comment, then without real thought or hesitation, sat up and reached behind her, pulling free the ties that held the knots of her bikini top, pulling it off and throwing it on the ground next to her, her beautiful, perky breasts standing at attention, Dave's mouth ajar in shock. "There," said Amber, "Now we're both matching tops again." As she leaned back in the lounger and took another long sip of her drink, her poker face cemented in. Dave looked thunderstruck, but after the events of this morning, and her forward behavior since then, he decided to simply let it all go and enjoy the view; hell, it wasn't every day he had the opportunity to see such youthful beauty before him. "I guess we are," he said as he lifted his beer, "Cheers then, to matching and relaxing." Their glasses touched, sips of drink continued to be taken, and the conversation evolved in a very casual way. Things with school, life in general, new movies coming out, good TV shows in the works, everything that friends would discuss on a nice day in the sun, drinks in hand, a topless Amber now simply part of the conversation. After nearly ten minutes of chatting, both drinks neared emptyness at the same time. "Care for a beer? My turn to go get us some." Dave said, assuming that Amber had only had that one large drink, not the two she had actually consumed. "Yes please" replied Amber. Dave stood up and adjusted the waistband of his own shorts, his crotch at Amber's eyelevel, and a very apparent and obvious outline of his manhood standing out. Dave knew that now she was in fact staring at it, mere inches from her face, but he considered it all fair play after her little bikini top trick. As Dave walked inside the patio door, Amber threw her head back onto the lounger and sighed. Dave was so easy to talk to, so much more mature than the boys she knew, and she was clearly having an effect on him. She checked the time on her phone; Hayley would be back in a little over an hour now, so she decided to make the most of her time alone here with Dave. She picked up her phone and top and walked back towards the house, meeting Dave at the door as he was about to come back out. "I was getting pretty hot out there, mind if we sit and drink in the living room?" Amber said while taking the beer from Dave's hand. "Sure thing, it's nice and cool in here anyways." Amber didn't wait for Dave to turn back first, but instead stepped in close, brushing her bare chest to his as she moved past. Dave again was caught off guard, but simply told himself to go with it, it was harmless fun for now. Amber sat down with beer in hand on the right side of the large couch facing the television, and Dave joined her on the opposite side, leaving the middle seat unoccupied, the "buffer zone" between the two. Though it had been a good twenty minutes or so of being outside, it definitely did not yet feel normal to be sitting next to Amber, topless and so casual. Amber turned on the TV, lowering the volume as she began flipping through the multitude of channels that their satellite provided. The two resumed the friendly small talk that they had been having outside, but quickly Dave turned the conversation towards relationships. "How's the love life in school?" Dave asked as nonchalantly as possible, his eagerness lost on Amber's current relaxed and tipsy state. Amber was glad that the conversation had finally moved this way, she had been too nervous even after drinks to bring it up. She smiled and looked over at Dave before saying "It's totally crap," she sighed lightly, "everyone I meet is an immature boy, too drunk to really satisfy me, or too inexperienced. I wish I could be with someone older, with a great body and a great personality." Amber looked back at the TV and concluded with "Kind of like you, Mr. Goldie." Dave's cock instantly hardened at the sound of this, though the way he was sitting with his right leg up made it easy to hide this development. They sat in utter silence for what seemed like a long while, until Amber flipped to one of the upper channels, a fashion show in Milan, and two female models were walking down the runway, side by side, wearing only matching boxer briefs, but otherwise topless. Dave was quick to comment, "Looks like they must have also wanted to be matching, just like us." Amber laughed and quickly replied "Ah, but you see, their bottoms match, ours don't, so I guess we're not really matching at all, Mr. Goldie." Dave smiled and contemplated now, "You're right", he said as he stood up and looked right at Amber, and with one fluid motion, he undid the button fly on his shorts and let them drop to the floor, Amber's glance immediately moving to his fully erect manhood, her mouth now ajar and in complete shock. Dave continued, curious to see if Amber truly had the guts to keep moving this forward, "I guess you'd have to join me to truly be matching", and he sat back down, his other leg now drawn up onto the seat, his erection in full view of Amber who had yet to remove her gaze. A moment passed by and Amber continued to sit motionless. Dave began to wonder if he had crossed the line with this risky endeavor, would she be too freaked out now, was this too much for her? These questions all seemed to swamp him at once, when Amber put his fears to rest, placing the remote down in the middle of the couch and standing up. She hooked her fingers into the knots on the side of her bottoms and slowly, purposefully turned around and bent over ever so slightly at the waist. She peeled off the swimsuit bottom and bent progressively further, giving Dave a perfect view of her exposed lips. As the bottoms fell to the floor, Amber sat back down on her end of the couch, now facing Dave; her legs lying on the middle portion of the couch, her legs spread to give Dave ample view of her perfect, youthful sex. Dave reached over, grazing Amber's feet with his forearm, to pick up the remote control from between her heels. He punched out a few keys on the remote, and the TV screen flashed to a grey screen, a dialogue box appearing: "Pass Code" Dave pressed four more keys on the remote, and the grey prompt disappeared. In its place flashed on screen a tanned, young, Latina woman, flat on her back, naked, legs spread with a thick cock pumping in and out of her. Amber's eyes widened as the porno came on screen, the Latina woman in the middle of a long, loud moan. Dave looked over at Amber, then to the action on screen, and began slowly stroking himself from the base of his shaft up to the top. He shifted himself slightly to the right, giving Amber a perfect view of himself. Amber watched Dave stroke himself, and then switched her gaze to the woman on screen, her moans steady and sensuous. Amber dropped her hand down and began gliding her fingers across her swollen lips. She dipped a finger inside of herself, already wet with anticipation, and began tracing small circles around her clit. Neither of the two said a word for the moment, more than content to simply watch the action on screen and continuing to pleasure themselves. Suddenly a man could be heard moaning on screen, and the camera moved around as the man pulled out of the Latina woman, just in time to move over to her chest and explode onto her luscious, full breasts. As the scene came to its dénouement, the Latina woman rubbed his juices into her breasts, smiling at the camera as the screen faded to blackness. A moment later the screen came back on, but this time it was in the halls of a school. A new scene had begun and for the moment there was no action on screen, only the tiresome banter between the actors as they attempted to set up some form of plot for the viewer. Dave and Amber had been ignoring the television for a moment now, their eyes fixated on each other as they touched themselves. Dave's cock looked rock hard to Amber, his tight fist pumping up and down, his muscular arm tense and making him even harder. Amber was thinking to herself that she should move over to Dave, that she should keep moving this along, but before even finishing that thought, Dave said "To hell with this." In one smooth motion, Dave released his cock and stood straight up, stepping over and to directly in front of Amber. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and lust as she looked up to him. Unsure what Dave had in mind, it made no difference; Dave took hold of Amber's legs by lifting them forwards off of the couch, pulling her to the edge, and spreading them wide. Amber was ready for Dave, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her, but he made no motion to that end. Instead, Dave lowered himself to his knees while staring closely into Amber's eyes, opened his mouth, and began slowly tonguing her clit. Amber's entire body felt as though she'd been jolted with a bolt of lightning, she was so worked up from the buildup that started on the patio loungers that every touch, every lick, and even the sensation of Dave's warm breath on her clit made her think she body feel as though she would lose control at any moment. Dropping her hands down to Dave's head, she began running her fingers through his short hair. Dave began moving his tongue from side to side in longer, more deliberate strokes of Amber's clit, her moaning becoming steadily more pronounced, her breathing becoming deeper and heavier. "That feels so good", Amber managed to say between breaths. Her hips began to move in rhythm to Dave's tongue, her impending orgasm so close. Amber could feel herself about to climax, and so could Dave. As her breathing came in faster, even quicker rasps, her hips began moving faster, "Oh god, I'm going to cum", Amber called out, and Dave intensified his tonguing to quick circles again, moving faster and faster, pushing her orgasm to intensities she had never experienced. "OH FUCK!" yelled Amber, gripping onto the back of Dave's head, tightly pulling him as close as possible as her orgasm swept through her body. Her head thrown back, her back arched, legs pulled tightly around Dave's head. With her explosive climax completely controlling Amber's movements, Dave stopped his oral movements all together, relishing in the powerful and intense feeling he was able to provide for this beautiful young lady. Eventually, Amber's body began to relax, her head rolling to one side, her back returning to its laying position on the couch, her grip coming undone around Dave. She had never climaxed so quickly, or so intensely, but then again she had never experienced this kind of teasing and buildup for as long as she had just done. Dave stood up in front of Amber, his cock still rock hard and ready for gratification. Amber turned her head back to face him, a look of pure lust between the two, when the sound of Amber's mobile went off, a text message from Hayley popped up on screen; "omw back home, be there in 5". "What is it?" Dave asked, his hand once again stroking his shaft. "It's Hayley," Amber began, "she's done with work and should be back in a few minutes." The smile on Dave's face melted away, turning to one of utmost disappointment, yet Amber's remained unchanged. "Don't worry," she said, "This will be quick." And with that, Amber slid off of the couch and onto her knees, Dave's hard shaft only inches from her face. Amber took Dave's hand and pushed it aside before wrapping her hands firmly around his tight ass. She looked up and said "I love sucking cock Dave", taking the entire length of his shaft into her mouth in one fluid motion. Dave jumped slightly at the ease with which Amber was able to take him completely into her mouth; he had never been with anyone who could do it so easily. His wife, long before the separation in their youth, loved sucking Dave off, but had quite a gag reflex that prevented this kind of performance. Now it was Dave's turn for a complete overload of stimulation; Amber taking him in clear to the balls and back again to the tip, pulling herself back by grasping on his butt, looking up with her wide eyes, meeting his surprised gaze. Dave was speechless, only small gasps of air occasionally escaping from him as he watched the entire length of his cock disappear into Amber's mouth. This went on for but a minute, and although Amber could feel Dave's own climax building within his hard shaft, she knew that they were short on time. She dropped her hands from his backside and took him out of her mouth, only long enough to say, "We're almost out of time here, so thrust as fast and as hard as you need to finish up, don't worry, I love feeling you deep inside my mouth." Hearing this, Dave's cock twitched with anticipation. He placed his hands firmly behind Amber's head and placed the tip directly into her mouth. He paused momentarily, long enough to see a provocative grin form on Amber's face, and then thrust himself clear to base of his shaft. He began pumping himself in and out of her eager mouth, his grip tight around the back of her head. Amber meanwhile loved how Dave was in complete control of the situation, she lifted her hands up, her left moving up and around his leg, again grasping his firm butt, feeling every thrust he made, and her right hand softly reaching up between his legs. Dave intensified the speed of his thrusting as he felt Amber couple his soft balls with her hand. In no time at all he could feel himself tightening up as his own impending orgasm approached. Amber could clearly tell as well as his shaft become even more firm inside of her mouth as he announced "Amber...I'm close now." Dave began to moan, low at first but within moments turning it into a loud, almost primal grunt. It was Dave's turn to cry out "Fuck! I'm going to cum, where do you want it?"Amber pulled away from Dave and immediately grasped his shaft with both hands to pump furiously as the first jet of seamen exploded forth, landing first on her forehead and trailing across her face down to her throat. The second blast went straight to Amber's chest, and she continued pumping as two more small jets burst forth, leaving a white trail all over her breasts. Dave's expression was one of pure bliss; looking down and seeing Amber now slowly pumping the remains of his cum from his cock; his climax evident all over her face and chest. The pair did not have time to enjoy the moment, however, as the distinct sound of a car door slamming could be heard from outside in the driveway. "Quick," Dave said, "You run upstairs to clean up; I'll use the bathroom down here to dry off." Amber nodded quickly, a drop of Dave's cum falling from her chin to her chest. In a flash, both had grabbed the little clothing they had and ran to their respective locations. Dave entered the bathroom next to the kitchen and closed the door behind him. As Amber began running up the stairs she could hear Hayley fidgeting with her keys in the front lock. Reaching the top of the stairs, she heard the door open and she could see Hayley enter from above the balcony. Amber, still nude but holding onto the pieces of her bikini, called down to Hayley; "Hey, I'm just upstairs and going to use the washroom, I'll be back outside in a minute." "Sounds good," came the reply from bellow, Amber could see Hayley walking towards the kitchen, "I'll make us up some more margaritas to make up for the time I left you alone. Did you finish the first two?" Amber called back, "Yeh babe, they were great, your dad was home doing some yard work, so he kept me company." "Sounds great, I hope he didn't bore you!" Hayley yelled, as the bathroom door next to the kitchen opened up and out came Dave, once again wearing his shorts and t-shirt. "I'm not that boring, am I Amber?" Amber was glad she was upstairs, though nude and having just had a mind blowing experience, his voice still made her blush. "Not at all Mr. Goldie." Amber turned to enter the bathroom, and before closing the door, overheard Hayley down below, "Sorry dad! I didn't mean it in a bad way!"