5 comments/ 97419 views/ 11 favorites Gorgeous Grace By: Daexe Until I'd met Grace, I'd never really been sexually attractive to an older woman, especially those old enough to be my mother. Sure, plenty of older women are attractive, or in some cases, far sexier than their younger counterparts. Perhaps it's an age and confidence thing, I don't really know. In her mid forties Grace certainly was old enough to be my mother and I suppose her face wasn't quite as smooth as it likely was in her youth, but to me she was absolutely gorgeous. I had watched her from afar for quite some time, although with my apartment balcony overlooking her front yard that was probably unavoidable. That front yard, always well tended, grass neatly cut and trimmed was probably the reason I first noticed her. Most weekends she would be out tending to it, always wearing these tiny shorts which left nothing to the imagination as they ended barely below her butt. Those, and a variety of old, faded but blissfully tight, figure hugging t-shirts. Knowing her much better and quite intimately these days, I can tell you she was originally from Cambodia, having moved her with an Australian man she'd married, then had two kids to, and since divorced about 7 years ago. Violence and disrespect being the main cause, and she was quite glad to be free of him. From the photo's I'd seen of them both, her 5 foot 7, strikingly svelte, dark person was far too good for the likes of him. She's not what you'd call curvy, being quite thin and straight up and down with not much to speak of in the breasts department, but I'd dare you to look on her and not feel something stirring. Black haired of course, with the most even brown skin you've seen. Of course she had the odd wrinkle on her brow and around the corners of her eyes, but I guess in your mid-forties that can't be avoided. It added character as far as I was concerned, and I'd say I was smitten from that first day I saw her as I reclined, feet up on my balcony and a cool beer in hand as I watched her bending, stretching and working her way around her garden in the 30 degree heat of the day. The bug eyed shades she always wore were kind of silly, but I was far more interested in the curves of her body as she would squat down to weed. From that point on I always had time to sit outside she was about rather than watch TV of doing other things equally as pointless. After a couple of months viewing, I woke up late with a hangover on Saturday after a big night out the day before. Luckily for my headache it was pouring with rain, but of course that meant it was unlikely Grace would be going through the motions across the road. After fixing myself up an especially strong coffee and then another, I adjourned to the balcony for some fresh air. The rain was absolutely teeming down at this point, with little rivers running down gutters and paths, and from the looks of the horizon, no let up in sight. We hadn't had anything like this sort of weather in a long time and I decided my ever growing pile of washing could wait until another day. With no plans and not much to do I decided to take it easy and put my feet up, sipping on my coffee and sparking up a cigarette. Only after a few drags did I even think on Grace again, and glanced over to her place, immediately noticing that her car in the driveway had both the drivers side windows wound all the way down, and likely the other side as well. No doubt it was already soaked through well and truly by now, but if not it could only get worse. What to do though? I wasn't really all that motivated at that point, feeling sluggish and un-coordinated from the combination of too much beer and wine from the night before, but then who knows, maybe it was a good time to speak with her in person. I didn't for one second think that me saving her car from being soaked through would lead to her inviting me in, getting naked and fucking me like the pool boy in so many shockingly repetitive c-grade porn movies, but then I suppose it couldn't hurt to help out a woman I was quite infatuated with. At least I'd get to see her up close I thought, and with a sigh, put my coffee down and my cigarette out and changed into a more respectable t-shirt and shorts before heading downstairs and out in to the pouring rain. It took her a few moments after I knocked on her door before it swung open and there she was. I was more impressed that I had imagined when I saw her face close up, oval, tanned and with the brownest almond shaped eyes I think I'd seen before. "Hello," she said with only a slight accent. About 10 different thoughts entered my head at once. The most prominent being - Hello, you are amazingly hot thing I think I've ever seen, could I fuck your brains out please? She just stood there looking at me expectantly, and I realised all of a sudden that I was the one knocking or her door, not the other way around, hence maybe I should spit out the reason as to why I was here and standing on her patio. "Oh, hi," I managed to stammer out eventually, "I live across the road, and I just happened to notice you'd left your windows down and...well..it's raining and all and it would be getting soaked." Recognition dawned on her face immediately, her mouth making an O shape as her eyes went wide. "Oh shit!," she exclaimed, and I stepped back as she stuck her head out through the door to see for herself. "Thank you, thank you," she went on distractedly as she bent down and grabbed a pair of shoes by the front door, and slipped then on before stepping past me and running out to her car in the pouring rain. It only took a moment for her to close the windows, lock the car and run back to the cover of the patio where I stood waiting. Even in that brief moment, the torrential rain had soaked her through to the skin and her t-shirt clung to her heavily, outlining her delicate upper body. Her chest was as flat as I'd assumed, but she had very prominent nipples, large and sharp, pressing against the wet fabric. Her hand touched my arm briefly, snapping my lingering gaze back from her chest to her face. "Thank you. Hi, I'm Grace by the way," she said with a genial smile on her face. "It's already pretty wet, but at least it's locked up now." It wasn't hard to smile back when a woman that you desire is thanking you, so I replied with an easy grin, "No problem. I've David, please to meet you," I said as we shook hands. "I've had that happen to me before." We chatted for a few minutes, Grace thanking me repeatedly with me assuring her it was of no concern. I pointed out my apartment, and commented on the fact that at least she kept her place neat and tidy unlike so many of her neighbours, to which she told me she had the garden under control, but that there were a few things about the house still needing fixing up that she would never get around to, like the railing just behind me being loose, same with some brickwork out the back. She knew gardens, she told me, but since she'd been divorced hadn't been able to keep up with the structural maintenance of the place. Seeing the place up close I could see what she meant, with the railing on the patio for example, rusting and with its fixing bolts working loose. Before I realised what I was saying, I told her that if she needed a hand to let me know, as I had a fair bit of experience with home maintenance. Grace raised an eyebrow at that, and mentioned that next time she had money spare, she might do just that. I took my leave then, my brain swarming with images of her and rather explicit thoughts. Much like before except I had a close up image to go with them. Sure enough, minutes later I was stretched out on my bed, naked, hand around my cock as I brought myself to hugely satisfying climax, before drifting off to a vary short but contented sleep. It was only three days later when I saw her again as I walked back from the local club. Grace was sweating in her delectable gardening outfit, crouched over the unfortunately spindly roses in the front corner of her yard. Her butt arched up and staring me invitingly in the face as I walked by. "Hi Grace," I said, waving as I walked down the footpath. She turned, still on her haunches, her surprised look changing to a smile as she recognised me. "Hi, how are you?" she answered, standing and turning towards me. "Good, and you?" I answered as pleasantly as I could. She replied that she'd almost had enough of gardening for the day, but wanted to get the side rose bed finished before quitting. Remembering the shoddy railing out the front which we'd spoken of earlier I asked how it was going, and sighing as she brushed some dirt from her shapely legs and shorts told me it had finally come loose. Always looking for an opening like that I told her I could have the supports re-fixed in probably an hour or so if she wanted and had nothing better to be doing. She considered it for a moment, and then seemed on the point of turning me down before happily she agreed. Smiling inwardly, knowing I'd have a great opportunity to be checking her out for at least a while; it took me no more than 5 minutes to get changed into something more appropriate for outdoors work, grab my tools and begin setting up. Unfortunately it was getting hotter by the moment, and if it wasn't for Graces lovely figure for me to gaze on as I worked I would have really been regretting stopping by. 2 o'clock became 3, and then 4 and I was by now feeling pretty worn out. Sweating, dirt, grit and flaking paint jammed under my fingernails, knee's nearly worn through and with a thirty plus degree sun hammering down above me, well and truly done for the day despite not even being half finished with the railing, like I said I would, when I heard Grace directly behind me. "David, why don't you finish up now? It's too hot to keep going for me." I turned to see her standing behind me, her knees covered in dirt, her shirt soaked in sweat which also glistened on her face behind those ridiculous bug eyed glassed. Damn she looked hot. "Yeah," I replied, only too happy to agree. "I reckon I'm done for the day." Grace swatted a fly away from her face before she continued, "I'll get us a cold drink. I don't have any beer sorry, but do you want a glass of wine?" Beer would have been ideal, wine however is always good. Although red might have been a bit rough considering the temperature. Of course, Grace could have served me up boiling oil and I'd have drunk it down and asked for seconds. A short while later I was sitting comfortably in the backyard under her veranda, slowly cooling down and watching the heat haze shimmering as it rose from the neighbours red tiled roof. I heard Grace approaching from the clink of glass on glass and turned to see her walking towards me, a bottle of white wine in one hand, and two glasses in the other, which she placed down on the table before seating herself across from me. She'd thrown on a fresh shirt, white and buttoned, but only until the third from the top. The awkwardly hot breeze flicked the open collar back and forth baring her luxuriously brown skin occasionally down to the slight swell of her breasts. Relaxed and now comfortable, I watched as her pour us both a glass of wine, Pinot Grigio, her slender wrists shaking so slightly from her earlier exertions. "Thanks Grace, Pinot is one of my favourites," I told her as I took a sip. "No problem," she replied as she took her glass in hand. Grace sat back in her chair with a sigh and took a deep swallow on the pale liquid, and then another, draining the glass completelty. I was stunned, but impressed, and said nothing as she refilled her glass once more and took another sip. "Sorry," I she said looking at me sheepishly, "I don't usually drink a lot, but it's soooo hot today." It was indeed, and the Pinot Grigio was just the answer to that problem. Perhaps seeking to cover up her embarrassment, and perhaps looking to show off, I downed my glass in one swallow. "It is hot isn't it," I said nonplussed, "I could sit her drinking this all day." She smiled but didn't reply as she refilled both glasses. We talked out the usual small talk, about the garden, the repairs I was doing, how Pinot Grigio beats Chardonnay and Semillon any day. Several glasses of wine went by before we slowed down half way through the second bottle. Grace was quite clearly tipsy, if not getting to the point of being drunk, as was I. Not surprisingly, the conversation about what I had to still do around the house turned to her useless, fuckwit, cheating husband who should have done it in the first place. As usual I didn't say much, just let her go on. Ten minutes later, two glasses of wine and lots of complaining about her ex, I was struck utterly speechless when she said, "If only I'd known that fuck to be what he was and met someone like you." I was completely struck speechless, and there was Grace looking straight at me. I don't think I've ever blushed or become more awkward before at that point. And then her hand came to rest on mine as it held my glass on the table. She didn't say anything further, just looked straight at me. We were both drunk, and I was definitely horny, as I always am around her, but for some reason I couldn't think of anything to say. It seemed I didn't need to. Her index finger began to delicately trace mine, up and down, and then over the top of my hand as she stared at me, and me at her. I didn't move for a moment, just enjoyed the electric sensation she was giving me. "If only." I found my voice. "You really are a beautiful woman, Grace. I might be a bit younger than you, but don't think I haven't enjoyed spending time here with you." She smiled a wide grin at the compliment as she replied. "I thought there was a reason you were being so nice to an old lady like me." "Old?" I replied instantly. "No, beautiful, sexy..." I couldn't think of anything more to say, it was just the two of us waiting for the other to speak. And then we were both all over each other. We both stood at the same time with Grace knocking her glass clean off the table to shatter on the tiles underneath. She turned me back to her as I looked down at it and it was immediately forgotten as her slim arms wrapped around my waist to grip my butt as I did likewise with her, our bodies pressed hard together and my hard cock stretched up against my stomach between us. We kissed passionately, and deep, our tongues lashing around each others mouth and my hands began to wander around her back as her hands squeezed my ass cheeks quite hard. Grace pulled away from our kiss suddenly, gasping for breath and with a wild, aggressive look in her eyes. "Make love to me please!"She breathed, nearly begging. "It's been so long." Hearing this usually well spoken, respectable woman plainly asking me to fuck her had me all worked up and I immediately agreed without hesitation. "Then follow me," she said, taking my hand and leading me inside and straight to the bedroom, where she dived childishly face first on to the bed. I followed a little more sedately, lying hard against her as she turned over to face me and we resumed our kissing from earlier. With much easier access to her now, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts through her shirt. The nipple was amazingly large for such a small chested woman, longer than it was wide, which made it so easy to tweak through the fabric. She began moaning into my mouth as I worked at one breast and then the other. We kept this up for a few moments, before me in my highly worked up state which couldn't take such mundane foreplay much longer, pulled away from her, leaving Grace with a petulant look on her gorgeous face. Her frown quickly changed to a wicked smile as I began undoing her shirt from the top, and when done, flicked it open to reveal her pert little tits. I hadn't been wrong about the nipples, which stood dark and erect just short of an inch. Appetising as they were I immediately ducked my head down and began to lick, suck and then gently nibble on them, eliciting instant sounds of satisfaction from my lover. "Oh, it's been so long since anyone has done that," she said with a sigh while I enjoyed my meal. I was hoping to progress things a long a bit quicker than they were going though, and she didn't complain when I sat her up and slipped her shirt over her shoulders and threw it into a corner of the room, before doing the same with my own t-shirt. She was keen to repay the favour from earlier and quickly her warm, wet lips brushed over and around my far smaller nipples. It always feels great I think, and Grace was really into it, so I let her go for a while until her hand, unseen to me came to rest on my throbbing cock jammed uncomfortably in my jeans. I unintentionally let out a sound of delight. Grace pulled back from my chest and looked me square in the eyes. "Oh, my, someone is horny. Can I see it," she purred sweetly. "Hmmm, if you show me yours, I'll show mine," I said teasing. Without a word she hiked herself up onto her knees and began unbuttoning her shorts, so I did the same, but while she had hers kicked off in a moment, my jeans weren't co-operating, so I stood, unfortunately having to take my eyes of that delectable woman. In the brief moments it took me to slip my pants and boxer shorts to the floor, Grace was stark naked and laying back on the bed, her head resting on a pillow staring at my cock which bounced elastically in front of my. "Wow! I wasn't expecting that," she exclaimed with an excited look on her face. I flushed from her compliment as I sprang on to the bed in front of her. "Thanks, but I think it's only like this because of you, beautiful," I told her, leaning forward to plant a kiss square on her lips. She tried to wrap an arm around me but I pulled back, staring at her bushy pussy, just a foot below me. I've always had a thing for girls who don't shave so much, and Grace, whilst she obviously trimmed her patch, didn't go overboard. My hand seemed to find its way down to her thigh on its own, and I ran my thumb straight down the line of her snatch which had immediate impressive results, a shudder and moan from the woman below me. Looking up at her , I went down between her legs slowly and began kissing up the inside of her leg from her left knee, all the way up to just below her pussy, but then switched to the other side and worked my way down to the other knee. Grace was mewing away from above me, and as I made another circuit teasing her, she just said, "Please!" and I knew it was time, and I licked her in one continual stroke from her knee, straight up to her already moist pussy. She sort of kicked both legs bucked her butt up off the bed as I began to run my tongue up and down the line of her snatch and her fingers touched my head, twisting into my hair. She tasted quite good, considering the sweaty work from earlier in the day, so I firmed up my tongue and darted in through her fold, exciting a bunch of "Oohs!" and "Ahhs!" from her. Soon I my face was buried well and truly in her pussy, smelling that all familiar musk like smell with my nose sitting just over her clit, and she was loving it. She liked to talk, and little expressions of pleasure constantly fell from her lips in between her short and sharply in drawn breath. Seeing as she was having so much fun I moved things a long a little and went for her clit, pushing back the its hood and stroking my tongue continually along the her little bud until it ran out. "Oh, that's so good," she moaned and her legs began to clamp around my head as I firmly began to work her clit over, occasionally pressing back into her snatch here and there which was becoming considerably soaked by the minute. Usually I'm not the most enthusiastic guy around when it comes to oral sex, but I wanted to really make this woman feel better than she had in the sack before and just kept working at her, until I thought she might just be close to her orgasm. I didn't want to miss out myself and my cock, still hard through out the encounter, was feeling left out. With a final kiss on her pussy lips, I crawled up her body, lingering to take her nipples and tits in my mouth briefly. Looking up from my work I could see Grace looking down at me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She pulled me up to her and we locked lips again, Grace aggressively pulling my head into her reach and forcing her tongue into my eager mouth. Gorgeous Grace Hurriedly, impatiently we writhed against each other, my cock pressing into her stomach, I think well and truly signalling my intentions, as I tried to adjust for better access to her dripping snatch. She was as eager as I was, but instead of letting me slip inside her from on top, still with her arms wrapped around my waist she rolled over on top of me and pushed herself up with arms stretched either side of me. Expecting her to impale herself on my shaft any second I suddenly realised through my slightly drunken haze I didn't have any condoms on me. "Grace, do you have any condoms?" I asked hesitantly, thinking how stupid of me considering my goal for some time had been to fuck with woman. "Oh," she said, hesitating slightly. "Do you?" I shook my head seriously disappointed. Grace looked a little crestfallen to. Thinking that was it for the day, and that I'd soon be needing a good jerk off and a cold shower I was about to suggest she just let me bring her off like before when she suddenly kissed me on the lips, that smile back again. "I don't mind if you don't?" she said, her warm breath on my face in short bursts from our earlier exertion. I thought about it for a moment, then realised my mind was made up the moment I realised the lack of protection and nodded. With that vote of confidence, she kissed me again before she sat almost upright with her waist moving just above my waiting and very expectant tool. She was looking straight into my eyes as I felt her delicate little fingers get a hold of me, as she positioned her pussy above and then slowly lowered herself down. I felt her pubic hair brush against my cockhead before the warm wetness of her snatch opened and sucked me in. She paused there with me only about an inch inside as she straightened her back, a slight growl in the back of her throat, which then changed to a gasp as she steadily lowered herself down my length. She was so warm and wet and tight. Far tighter than I could have imagined, but not surprisingly it felt different to the girls my own age. Her gasp became a near continual moan as she sat down on me, my cock fully enveloped by her, my brown pubic hair melding with her black. I felt her juices drip down on to my lower stomach as she settled herself; slightly twisting her hips and her shoulders arched back as her head pointed towards the roof as if my cock had pierced her all the way to her throat. Slowly and evenly she began to rock herself back and forth without really fucking me in the usual fashion. It felt great and was probably what I needed rather than just going for it, as from the moment she'd taken me insider her, I felt my balls stirring and I definitely didn't want to cum so soon. It was hard to try and keep myself calm as I savoured the sight of this gorgeous, evenly brown skinned woman, tight and lithe, impaled on me, her skin glistening in a light sweat. "Grace, you're so wonderful," I said as I stared entranced by what I saw above me, or rather attached to me. She didn't reply but at that point began to lift her butt up and down as we began to fuck in the more traditional sense. I always enjoy being ridden by a woman. They usually get more out of it, and I have free hands to play with their tits, which is exactly what I did right then. My thumbs flicked at her starkly prominent nipples as her body began to lengthen its strokes up and down my length, and it wasn't long before I began to thrust myself in and out of her in unison. For all that I liked her riding me, as I said earlier, my desire to really have my way with this woman was increasing with each second, which I wouldn't have thought possible. My hands left her tits and I gripped her around her thin waist which slowed her down until she stopped with me buried right to the hilt inside of her. I think she sensed what I was doing and with what seemed like a much practised action we rolled over so I was on top of her, with me still hard inside of her sweet snatch. I wasted no time in getting into it with us both warmed up and with one hand gripping one of her butt cheeks for leverage I began to thrust in and out of her with a quick tempo. One of her hands came to rest gently on my cheek, somehow staying in touch with me despite my frenetic movements. It was quite a strange and welcome sensation, such a sweet, gentle and womanly touch in contrast to the more animalistic efforts I was putting in. Her mewing, moaning and sighing hadn't let up, but were increasing steadily as I picked up the pace. I felt her hips shift down hard against my pubic bone as I thrust into her at that point and then her long legs wrapped around me. I could sense the orgasm building in her, and for my part, could already feel my balls stirring and rumbling and I just so hoped that I could bring her off before cumming myself. Hard as I was I tried to think of other things to distract and prolong myself, but failed dismally and was almost at the point of pulling out and shifting to another position when she let out a loud "ohhh, yes" and her body began to shudder, which began to build in unison with her cries until her bones were near on vibrating against mine. Her mouth widened silently as she screwed up her face and arched her back roughly until it appeared it would snap, holding that position for a few moments before her release was obvious and with much moaning, and yelling her whole body shook and her orgasm erupted. She quickly pulled me hard against her with her fingernails digging sharply into the skin of my back which in turn dragged me along with her, not that I needed much help then. I gripped her outstretched arms just under her shoulders as I felt the hot cum boiling inside me and pushed all the way into her just as my hips bucked and my body heaved. I felt that oh so wonderful feeling of my own orgasm creeping up from waist to the top of my head and let go in several powerful spurts, which went on for longer than usual as I emptied myself inside of her, before laying down on her with my head buried face first in the pillow beside her head, our sweat slicked bodies pressed together and exhausted. Apart from the sound of heaving breathing from us both, there was silence. The ambient area smelt of sweat and sex as we just lay there entwined for a while contentedly. I couldn't be sure if it was her heartbeat or mine I could feel hammering away against my chest as I felt my cock deflating. As I lay there not wanting to move I remembered with a jolt that I hadn't been wearing a rubber, but then she would have felt that as well as I had and hadn't said a word yet. I don't really know if it was a minute or minutes before I stirred, but eventually I pushed myself up from her and planted a kiss on her lips without lingering. "Grace, that was great!" I told her in a rush. "Sorry I came in you though, I didn't think about it at the time." Thankfully she was smiling and happy, but looked exhausted as well. "It was. Great that is. And don't worry about...um," she looked embarressed as she said it, "...cumming inside me." I couldn't help but kiss her again, before rolling flat on to my back next to her, my left arm outstretched over the side of the bed. Grace snuggled in under the crook of my right arm and wrapped a leg over mine and we just lay there for a while before I drifted off to a restful sleep. By the time I had awoken, it was dark outside and Grace had disappeared. Thinking to get home rather than indulge on her hospitality anymore I sat up on the side of the bed and began to dress and was fully clothed apart from my shoes when Grace appeared in the doorway wrapped in a bathrobe. "Hi," she said leaning against the door post. "Hi back," I replied looking up from my laces and flashing her a smile. "Going somewhere?" I looked up at her leaning against the doorway, barefoot, her long hair combed and straight, and her dark skin sharp against the white fabric of her robe and momentarily lost my train of thought. "Umm, yeah. I don't want to put you out anymore and thought you might want to get some rest," I told her as I finished tying my laces. She just looked at me strangely and I felt suddenly awkward and ungrateful and many other random things right then. "It seems a little pointless going home if you live just over the street," she said as I stood. "And my girls aren't back from their fathers until Friday." "Well," I replied as I moved towards her taking her hand in mine, "In that case I can see your point." She leaned up on her toes to kiss me before leading me into the hall. "The least you could do is have some dinner I've been cooking for you whilst you lay around in bed." A tough choice I thought - A home cooked meal which I didn't get to often, maybe some more pleasant wine to go with it and a beautiful woman insisting on it and the likely promise of more glorious sex. "Yeah," I told her as we walked, "I reckon I'll take option B." ------------------ To be continued at a later date in Part 2