0 comments/ 20705 views/ 25 favorites There is Nothing Wrong By: fadedgiant The garden wasn't much this year. I tried tips my gardener friends suggested, read a couple books, worked the soil with compost and organic fertilizer, watered according to a schedule, and have nothing but weeds. Rabbits aren't helping either; they are in abundance this year. I am still in hopes of getting a couple tomatoes and peppers. I've given up on lettuce and green onion. Cucumbers may as well be turned under. There is next year. I live in a mid-70s ranch home. It is a split entry with stairs to the main living areas and stairs down to a finished basement. The basement is where I spend most of my time with company. The basement has a wet bar, refrigerator for food and snacks, a microwave oven for simple reheating, and a bathroom with shower, toilet, and sink. The upper floor is the main house, living room, dining room, kitchen, and three bedrooms. There is a three-quarter master bath and a full bathroom up as well. As soon as I win the lottery, is my secret wish. As soon as I win the lottery, I'll remodel this place. I live alone now. In the past I lived with my wife and children. The children grew and went their own way. Wife found a new guy she says keeps her well lubed. We used to have a sex life that was the envy of neighbors until she decided to experiment. We came to a mutual decision for her to vacate the premises. I can't say that her leaving was a bad thing. I've been lucky to have single women and the occasional single man spend time with me. I am getting plenty of sex and no one seems to complain. I have two things my partners enjoy, libido and size to accompany libido. I'm not bragging about size you understand. I am about eight inches long maybe a touch more and almost two and half inches thick. The only complaints I've gotten come from my ex wife who recently came to the conclusion I'm too much for her. I blame it on her going through her life changes. She is gone and I'm not too worried about her. This Saturday morning as I'm looking at my garden wondering what more I can do to save it, my neighbor Cindy is out in her backyard scurrying around getting ready to mow. Cindy is younger than I; she is 33 to my 47. Cindy is divorced also but hers is recent and she is still feeling the pain of being dumped. Cindy is not unattractive by any stretch; she is toned from jogging and yoga, I've seen her jogging in the neighborhood and seen her doing yoga on her deck some days. We speak on a friendly basis and no that isn't friends with benefits. Cindy struggled with her lawn mower, which refused to start. "Can I look at it, Cindy? Maybe I can get it going." Our adjoining fence gates made it a quick step or two to her back yard. I checked all the usual culprits, pumped the primer, squeezed the handle, and pulled the starter cord. The mower coughed to life. There was obvious frustration mixed with exasperation in her face and body language. After letting the engine run a few seconds, I let the engage lever go and the engine shut down. "Why do I have such a difficult time starting this thing," Cindy complained. "You have it purring like a kitten in one pull." Realizing that Cindy needed some lawn mower training, I set about explaining how to start it. "First, Cindy, you have to prime the engine. See this little rubber nipple, right here. Press that three or four times to get gas." Cindy pressed the primer a couple times. "Now you have to use this lever. Pull it into the handle. Yep, like that. Now pull the starter rope hard and fast." Cindy had success and quickly set off to mow. I watched as she worked the mower around her yard. Her shapeliness was apparent. When she bent and twisted turning the mower, I got glimpses of her jogging and yoga infused body. Cindy mowed and I got back to work on my own yard. I heard Cindy shut down her mower. "Ice tea time, Jeff," Cindy called over the fence. She got no argument from me, the day was warming rapidly. We sat on the grass sipping iced tea and talking for a few minutes. Cindy sat in a yoga position with legs crossed in front of her. I was leggier, legs stretched straight out in front of me. I couldn't get into one of those crossed legs positions if I wanted to. We were wearing loose fitting modest clothes working in our yards. Yet sitting like this in the grass, Cindy's shorts were pulled tight against her crotch and there was a hint of camel toe. She reclined slightly on one arm giving her breasts prominence. "Jeff, how long have you been divorced?" It was an unexpected question, as we had never gotten into personal aspects of our lives. "About six years, why do you ask?" "It is awkward for me. I can't even start a lawn mower. I mean, what's wrong with my body." I heard her husband left her for a tiny A-cup young twenty something. "If it is body image, Cindy, I don't find anything wrong with your form." I smiled as brightly as possible. "Everyone sees you jogging and sometimes you practice yoga outside in tight yoga outfits." Hopefully I hadn't said too much or gone too far. Cindy did smile in return although she did change her position sitting with the material of her shorts more loosely fitting. I was beginning to wonder if her libido and mine could perform on the same stage. "What do you do for entertainment weekends, Jeff? I'm usually home." How long have you been divorced, Cindy?" My questions were following her lead trying to get at the heart of her feelings. "Less than a year, Jeff. I wish I could start dating again but my ass hole ex makes me feel inferior." This was a good opening. "He is not making you feel inferior, you are. Cindy, it's not my place as your neighbor to say it, you are attractive." Cindy continued her forlorn dialogue, "If I'm attractive why haven't you asked me out." I didn't want Cindy dragging me down with her. "Cindy, you are a neighbor and a friend. That is what I believe is important." I gulped the rest of my tea and got up to leave. "I would accept," Cindy quietly concluded as I walked away. "Cindy, neighbor and friend." Did she actually say it or was it my mind playing tricks? "There are benefits," I heard in a mumbled voice. That conversation stewed for about a week when on a Thursday evening, Cindy was on her deck in a tight yoga outfit. She was going through a series of leg and torso stretches that pulled fabric tight and gave certain body parts prominence. She couldn't be wearing anything under that tight outfit. I watched from behind my sliding glass door until I felt Cindy was going into her cool down stretches. The noise of the door interrupted her for a moment but she held her pose. Cindy finished her cool down and took a long drink from her water bottle. I smiled and waved my hello. Cindy called back, "Hi, Jeff." "Jeff," there was hesitancy in her voice. "I am sorry for how I acted Saturday. I was feeling low and sorry for myself. You must think me some kind of nut case." "Well, I'm not trained in nut cases, are you offering an education?" I don't think of her as a nut case but wanted to make light. "Besides, someone's nut case is another's normal." With a smile on her face, Cindy accepted my answer, "So am I normal or nut case?" With a laugh, I countered, "A nut case normally. One the benefits of having you as a neighbor." I wondered how she might react to hearing benefits used. I didn't wait long. "At least you're weighing the benefits." Cindy had a coy gleam in her eyes. "Cindy, I am having a casual party Saturday with a few workmates. You are welcome to join us. It's a mix of men and women, you can lean on me or you can mingle." Cindy beamed her excitement and gushed her thanks. We talked a few minutes more until Cindy said she needed to clean up from her workout. Saturday came and guests arrived. Cindy was earliest, I gave her time a few minutes earlier, and she helped me finish the buffet. "This is a real treat, Jeff. I'm glad I can help you a little." I acknowledged that Cindy did add a splash of new color. "I think my work mates will like meeting you, but be ready for some teasing." The party filled the living room and dining room and some were in the basement. Cindy mingled well and made friends with mine easily. She got the usual teasing, "where have you been hiding this one," and others. By the time the party wound down, Cindy was at my side almost exclusively. She got stirred away but soon made it back. The last of the partners left with Cindy still present. She was beginning to clear some clutter. "Cindy, don't clean up. Why don't we sit down for a while and talk." I took the trash bag from her hand and guided her to the couch in the living room. "I enjoyed having you come, you blended right in." I sat on the couch at the opposite end from Cindy and couldn't help seeing her as an attractive woman. "Your friends made me feel comfortable and I am already comfortable with you." Cindy beamed a bright happy smile. "I really don't mind helping you straighten the mess." Cindy made a move to get up and I protested. "Let's just sit and talk, Cindy. There isn't anything that can't wait." "Jeff, you've given me the most fun evening I've had in a long time," Cindy was smiling broadly as she settled down on the couch again. "I think I found something that I thought was gone, having fun." "From where I'm sitting, Cindy, the fun you was never lost, you just put it away and forgot where you put it. I'm glad you are having a good time." "It was fun and your friends opened to me like I was always part of the group. But, Jeff, it would never have happened if you hadn't asked." The thrill still registered on her face as her eyes sparkled. "Yeah, they are a pretty accepting group, but you are a charmer too. They kept asking me who the new girl is. They don't believe you live 40 feet away, just across the fence." "Okay, next time we prove it." Cindy took on a funny pose, cross-armed, chin up smug look on her face. Then she realized what she said and how she said it; her gay demeanor changed immediately to deep crimson red of embarrassment. I caught both her intended meaning and its connotation and tried to react to the intended meaning. My reaction must have been too theatrical and she became even more embarrassed. When I began laughing, Cindy began seeing the humor and laughed along with me. "Okay, okay! The next time you gather your friends together, I'll invite you all to my house to prove I live next door. There, better?" "Laughing again I answered no. " The first way had more meaning and came from the heart. The intended meaning is how I took it, honest. Your pose was a bit over the top." It was getting close to 11:00 in the evening when Cindy and I gave up on the conversation; I walked Cindy to her back gate to say good night. "Jeff, I feel like a teenager saying this, I had a good time it was fun." "Keep letting her come out, Cindy. I like you both." Cindy gave me a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek and dashed through the gate, up onto the deck, and through her back door. We waved as she slip the door closed. Damn, raging hormones! At my age, 47, and I still get instant erections. Cindy must have felt as tightly as she held my waist. I wondered if Cindy was doing what I was about to do. Sunday dawned and I rolled myself out of bed. I faced the task of cleaning up. "Why are my after parties different from the ones I never get invited to," I jokingly asked myself. I looked up in time to see Cindy sprinting off for her run. She seemed to have dashed off more quickly this morning. I knew her run would be about 20 minutes and tried to time. I would greet her with a glass of water and a towel. After almost 50 minutes, Cindy came round the corner winded and trying to calm herself. I stepped out and handed her a water and towel. "You were gone for a long run today." "My legs just kept pumping; I got that runner's high. My usual two and half miles was about eight this morning. I've been walking the last quarter mile." Cindy set down the water and began doing cool down stretches. Her body was very limber. She took another sip of water. "Thinking about it, Jeff, it may have been the evening before that sparked my enthusiasm this morning." She began another stretch. When she came out of the stretch, she added, "That and the feeling of a man I haven't felt for a while." She showed no embarrassment and concluded, "It felt nice, Jeff." "I'm sorry about that, Cindy. You might think by my age, I'd have those things under control. Those are the same words I used last night to chastise myself." Cindy gulped more water. "Stand behind me, Jeff. Place your hands on my shoulders. Now as I stretch, press into my shoulders. This really helps the back bone." I followed her instructions and heard several audible pops as her spine loosened. Cindy recovered from this stretch, stood and handed me the towel. "There is a lot of chastisement due, I'm guessing." We went into our usual workweek routine. It wasn't until the next Saturday that we had a chance to say more than hello. I knew Cindy was doing yoga exercises and I glanced her way often. Since my garden wasn't producing much, was really just tending to what was growing and letting the rest go. "Hey, Jeff, got some time to chat across the fence?" "Now that is an offer I can make time for," I called back. I stood, grabbed my tools, and stashed them away as I walked over to the fence. Seeing the pattern of her yoga suit made her body even more attractive, raging hormones. "Jeff, if you're free, I have a dinner recipe I'd like to try tonight; I need a second opinion. Can you come for dinner at 6:30?" "Um, well, you see, I'd love to. But, uh, I told the neighbor lady I'd have dinner with her at 6:30." I think she wanted to punch me through the fence. "White wine or red," I asked. "Make it a blush." We both smiled as the word blush left her lips. "Has your week been busy? We have hardly said more than hello." "Ah, but every hello has put a smile on your face." "And, on yours, too?" I knew the answer was yes and knew we were traveling down a new road toward waking up in a strange bedroom. "A very pleased smile that a lot of ice has been broken." "Ah, global warming." "Not sure about global warming but this cross fence warming is stirring me, Cindy. I guess you are sensing it too?" The coy smile on Cindy's face spoke the answer. I arrived for dinner at the appointed hour with a chilled bottle of blush and a single poise for my host. Cindy was nicely but comfortably dressed in a button down blouse and simple stovepipe slacks that hugged her nicely and accentuated her legs and hips. I wore a knit shirt and casual khaki pants. The first thing I noticed entering Cindy?s house was the simple decorations that made her home inviting and comfortable. Then the scent of the meal she wanted me to try reached my nostrils. "Come in, Jeff. Get comfortable." Cindy made me welcome with another hug and cheek kiss. I returned the hug knowing the impact Cindy had on me. When I felt her against me, I felt she was braless. Her well toned body kept her breasts firm; I gave in to the inevitable semi hard. I followed Cindy?s lead into the kitchen. She took the wine and placed it in the refrigerator to keep it cool. "Take a couple appetizers, Jeff. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes. Would you like a beer, too?" We talked through all the gyrations of getting dinner finished. When it was all prepared and on the table, Cindy opened the wine; we sat down to her wonderful dinner, and continued chatting aimlessly. The dinner was nicely proportioned and not a heavy meal. Cindy had salad, rare steak, baby potatoes, and carrots. The slow pace of dinner and the conversation went on until the evening turned into night. We cleared dishes and fumbled around the kitchen cleaning up before Cindy directed me to sign with her on a cozy love seat. Cindy sat next to me on the loveseat; she took my hand in hers. "Jeff, the night is young," I felt Cindy squeeze my hand, "dessert is on the menu, yet." Cindy moved slightly closer and a hint of the dessert menu became clear. I turned my head and met Cindy's lips with mine, the kiss was fully charged and as we kissed, energy levels rose. Cindy broke our handhold, bringing that arm up and over my shoulder; she turned more toward me and drew herself hip to hip. Sensing my next move, I leaned back half against armrest. This gave Cindy more snuggle room and almost reclined us. We got comfortable again with Cindy resting her head on my shoulder. She whispered, carefully, cautiously, her words barely audible, "Jeff, I felt something at the gate when we hugged after your party." "The way you pulled at my waist and pressed," I whispered back. "Tell me more." Cindy's breath was hot on my neck. "What more, Cindy?" I pulled her a bit tighter. "Oh, that's nice," her sigh warmed my neck again and she snuggled tighter. The curves of her body fit warmly in my arms. "Am I causing that," I felt her head adjust glimpsing at my pronounced hard on. "Ever since the lawnmower incident and hearing some of your confessions. You are an attractive woman, Cindy." "More," she begged as she wiggled her hips a bit. "Every curve of your body tightly bound in spandex yoga tights. Cindy, you are attractive and sexy." Cindy wedged herself more tightly. The swell and curve of her breasts pressed against my chest. She strained more rubbing her hips against my hip. Cindy was highly aroused and beginning to breathe in pants. I maneuvered a little getting Cindy on top of me. Now, we were free to embrace and touch; the kissing renewed. Cindy ran her hands up and down my side teasing my shirt upward. My hands explored her back from her narrow waist to her shoulders and neck. With each stroke of her back, my hands smoothed lower over her hips until finally my palms rested on Cindy's cute tight butt. A thought crossed my mind and Cindy spoke what I thought. "Confession, Jeff. This is the first time I've ever necked. I like you touching me, too, Jeff." "Cindy," was the only word I got out before I was laid into with hot tongue dueling kisses. I let my hands roam further over her butt cheeks toward her secret garden. My fingers caressed her through her clothing and I was surprised to feel her dampness through her pants. We continued necking and Cindy built to her release. Cindy went rigid, sucked in a deep breath, before crying out. Her hips were uncontrollably quivering rocking against my hard cock in my pants. The crotch of her pants were now wet to the touch. I took careful stock of our situation, she has never necked, was this her first orgasm? "Cindy, let me guess, first orgasm?" "It's still going. Oh, Jeff! It's so good." "Tell me what you feel, Cindy. Tell me." I hoped that through talking, I could gage how far we might go, was she ready for sex. "Your body, Jeff. Your body. Your body feels good to touch. I feel you, Jeff. That's what I feel." I was lightly massaging over her pussy still through her pants. "How much more do you want, Cindy?" "Bedroom." Cindy slowly rose, she smiled, "A lot more." "Undress me, Jeff," came a whisper as Cindy began working on my clothes. She lifted my knit shirt over my stomach and chest; I raised my arms allowing her to pull it off over my head. My fingers worked the buttons of her blouse exposing a little more with each button. The button centered over her breasts was next. It popped open revealing her toned firm breasts a little more. Barely and sag showed, Cindy's body was in great shape. The last buttons surrendered their hold on the material; the blouse fell from her shoulders and fluttered to the floor. From her neck to her waist, Cindy let herself be exposed to me. She stepped into me and embraced me. The sensation of skin touching skin was erotic and electric. We renewed our kissing and touching. There is Nothing Wrong Cindy's slacks had a side zipper and my fingers found the little tab. As each tooth of the zipper loosened, I was very much aware of her fingers on my pant zipper. Cindy stopped unzipping me and ran her hand over my hard length. Feeling me this way she discovered how big I really am; she began rubbing me harder. I stopped opening her slacks and let my hands slide under the waistband band of her pants; what I felt sent my senses reeling. The skin of her butt was smooth, soft, and caused her to surge forward opening my pants and letting gravity prove itself again. Cindy began begging me to release her from her slacks. Between kisses and gropes, we were on a charted course toward a destination I knew well. Cindy, however, wasn't as well versed. I took it upon myself to lead her the rest of the way. I was afraid she might go too far too fast and not have the pleasure I wanted to give her. I began to waltz Cindy toward the bed. At first it was awkward trying to step out of our pants. Slowly, and meaningfully, we made the few steps to the bed. Cindy in her tiny boy panty and me in Y-fronts felt the edge of the bed just brushing our legs. The tiny elastic holding her panty on her hips expanded under my touch and edged over hips and down her legs. I felt her hands and her thumbs find my waistband. Cindy's fingers trembled slightly as she tugged my Y-fronts over my hips. She gasped an audible breath as my cock popped free. Although she had been feeling me over my pants, the reality of size struck her just slightly below her naval. "Lay down Cindy," my words coming in short single word breaths. Seeing her naked and vulnerable, frightened and sexually ready, caused my spirit to leap. Cindy looked me in the eye, "This is a night of firsts, Jeff. Don't hurt me, too much." She pressed her body against mine, kissed me deeply, her body trembling in as much fear as in anticipation. Cindy maneuvered herself to the center of the mattress and I followed lying next to her. We faced each other on our sides and closed the gap between us. Cindy's fingers were now electric and sparked me with every touch. When I felt fingers tentatively wrap around my shaft, I gasped and trembled with her. I could see Cindy getting more wound up with anticipation knowing that she was about to consummate. She was becoming more aggressive stroking my cock. "Cindy, I'll lay on my back and you sit on me. That gives you control of how fast we pace ourselves." Cindy lifted a leg and straddled me in the same motion as I reclined on the bed. We lay together now just as we had in the living room. This time our bodies were skin to skin, my cock rubbing her sweet spot. Cindy gyrated her hips against my cock, not in her, just touching. She found the right position to get maximum contact on her little button and soon had another orgasm. As she rode out her second orgasm, she reached between us and guided me to her tiny tight opening. She screamed as she felt me begin to penetrate, it wasn't a scream of pain; she was having a wild third orgasm even before the previous ran its course. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and released as the orgasm rippled through her body and came back to center at our point of union. Raising herself up to almost sitting, I saw Cindy with burning desire in her eyes. As attractive as she is, she became a wanton beauty at that moment. "I'm going to do it, Jeff," her words being a simple premonition. She relaxed her weight to take me completely. Her cry now was a mix of surprise being fully penetrated and pain of suddenly being opened more than she ever had. "I couldn't wait any longer," she hissed as she sat bolt upright with me buried full length. "Cindy!" It was simple exclamation. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" It was a chant as Cindy adjusted. "Jeff!" For a few seconds we stared into the other's eyes. Then came the first movement of hips rocking against hips, slowly at first then a little faster. Rocking this way, Cindy had pressure on her clit, cock in her pussy, and her g-spot massaged. I moved my hands toward her breasts. Her sensitive nipples were tight and swollen with excitement. My fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough for her press herself against me and gush some of her nectar. Cindy was discovering the sexual woman she actually was and I enjoyed watching her evolve before my eyes. The moan escaping Cindy's mouth made me wonder how her ex husband could not see the attractiveness and sexual dynamo I was finding her. "Again! Harder!" My thumbs and forefingers squeezed their own swollen nipple with slow increasing pressure. The harder I squeezed, the harder Cindy rocked keeping my full length in her completely. I pinched to the point of what had to be pain yet Cindy screamed her pleasure as she suddenly rocketed off my cock squirting a wild wet orgasm. After her quivering and gasping for air settled, Cindy went limp and fell forward on my chest. I held her and comforted her. "That was beautiful, Cindy. Enjoy it. We will do it again in a few minutes." I began feeling not only her breath on my neck, but also little butterfly kisses. Cindy was recovering and feeling my hard cock wedged between us. "I pissed all over the bed and you, what was that?" Her whispered question made me realize that Cindy was having a series of first experiences. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly and warmly against me. "That wasn't piss, Cindy. You had a g-spot orgasm." "You are hard, Jeff." A new realization, Cindy has never been with a man who didn't cum in ten seconds. "Cindy, dear Cindy, I didn't have my orgasm. I didn't cum." "I've never done this before," as he her body began sliding down my torso. "Tell me if I do it right." Seconds later, I felt her fingers around my cock and her lips on my cock head, then a tentative lick and another. "Is that my taste?" She didn't wait for an answer, opened her mouth, and licked a few more time while stroking with her hand. Then my cock felt lips encircling the shaft; Cindy was sucking me. First just a little cock disappeared then a little more. She could not take much for my size and her unaccustomed mouth. She sucked and licked seeing me smile and sigh from her efforts. "I know a better way to do this, Cindy." She looked at me waiting for me to tell her how to do it better. "I think you can guess." Her head bobbed up and down on my cock saying yes but not giving up her mouth full. She relented long enough to position herself. The sight of Cindy's smooth butt descending toward my face mesmerized me. The folds of her pussy were red with excitement and from the fucking she already received. Her musky scent made my cock jerk with expectation. Cindy started licking and sucking with renewed desire. With my arms around her hips, I pulled her closer to my face, stuck out my tongue, and lapped. My reward was a small rush of her sweetness down my throat. I probed my tongue as deeply as I could. Cindy gave a little squeal and her widely opened mouth took a little more cock. I was aware that Cindy was near another orgasm. I received confirmation when my tongue licked at her clit and my lips closed down on the nerve filled pleasure center. Even as Cindy was cumming, I rolled us so she was on her back. "Cindy, are you ready?" I was turning myself and lining up for an assault on her pussy with my raging cock. Lined up and waiting her signal, Cindy screamed, "Yes! Fuck me, Jeff. Now!" My penetration speed surprised even me. Cindy was well lubricated from her cum and my tongue, yet she wasn?t used to big cocks. Cindy met my thrust with her own and seemed to explode in another orgasm finally discovering how much pleasure her body can absorb. The look on Cindy's face was pure sexual ecstasy mixed with unfulfilled need for completely satisfying sex. I pulled back about half way and Cindy slammed me with as much force as I her. I was riding a sexual fantasy come true. "Please, Jeff, please. I need it." I began setting the pace building up to faster, harder, and deeper strokes. Cindy's new found sexual instincts told her to raise her legs high and let me wrap my arms behind her knees. "Jeff, gawd, Jeff. You hit virgin territory. Harder, please," was her final murmur before I pulled almost out and drove hard and fast into her new virgin territory making her cry in pain and scream in lust. Soon Cindy gripped my cock in her with all her strength, sucked in a huge lung full of air, and screamed as if I was killing her. I held back no longer and let streams of sperm filled cum flood her depths. "I feel it! I feel your hot cum in me!" Then she babbled more words that only she could understand before crying out again with another little shudder of an orgasm. I relaxed my hold on Cindy's legs and they fell limp at her side. "I'm done, Jeff. No more." The look of satisfaction, her smile, her sweat and cum soaked body, and her shallow breathing was clear, Cindy was well fucked for the first time in her life. I remained full and deep in Cindy's love nest. My sperm filled cum awash in her depths mixed with her copious cum. She was beautifully spent as I leaned down to kiss her lips. The kiss ended with her giving my cock a squeeze. I made no attempt to withdraw and Cindy made no attempt to hold me; we remained united by physical desire. I summoned strength to lift myself on my arms, locking my elbows to hold me up. Cindy rested below me her breathing calming down as much as possible with us still sexually connected. Cindy raised her arms to my chest, her hands and fingers touching me and pinching my nipples. I was on the verge of starting to press my hips into hers when Cindy told me what she wanted. "Don?t pull out of me, Jeff. I want to feel it." "You're not done, Cindy," I asked in hushed tone and pressed my hips into hers. "I"m sore, Jeff. I hurt, my body aches. And, I'm so happy and satisfied.' She pinched my nipples again and I responded by pressing into her again. She met my pressure with her own. The evening was not late although the sun was a mere pink dot on the western horizon. "Cindy, have you ever begged to be fucked like you did tonight?" Cindy looked me in the face and smiled a coy grin. "I've never felt a man filling me like you have, Jeff. My ex sure didn't. I've never said the work fuck before, either." I rotated my hips a very slight bit taking the pressure of Cindy's hips. This caused me to slip slightly within Cindy's wetness. She reacted by pushing up to keep me lodged. "Can we make love, Jeff" Not fast and hard, I'm too sore. I want to feel your weight, your body, touch me with your hands, kiss me. I want you in me. It hurts so good!" I lowered my full weight onto Cindy feeling her torso first then lower chest, and then her breasts brushed my chest. Cindy sighed at the touch. Our lips touched, brushed; we felt our bodies react as our hips rolled in unison, unscripted, and perfectly executed. In a distance I heard my name said, it was a long syllable, "Jeeeeeeeefff!" I knew the voice was Cindy, yet I didn't connect her sigh of pleasure with the pleasure I felt from her and even better, with her. Cindy's vaginal muscles began pulsing and twitching sending vibrations between our bodies. How long we had been making love was unmeasured in our consciousness but this precursor to orgasm was a sign it had been a long time. Cindy flung her arms over my back and clutched me tight. Her legs locked around my waist. We came together feeling the other's warmth envelop us. When it was all finished, our union finally broke, and we lay side by side. Our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and cum. Cindy oozed cum from the depths of her swollen red sore pussy. The scent of our musky odor was the only smell reaching our senses. The sheets were wet and the mattress absorbing the dampness. We drifted into the slumber of highly satisfied lovers. Waking some hours later, it was dark; we had not lighted any lamps. Next to me, Cindy had her head resting on my shoulder and I carefully moved to avoid waking her. I needed the toilet. Not wanting to wake Cindy, I carefully eased of the bed and crept to the master bath. One nice thing about cookie-cutter ranch style building, you are never a stranger in a strange home. Everything is in the same place. Too tired and sexually spent, I sat on the toilet and let it rip. I sighed with the sudden release of pressure that hit my pleasure center. I really wanted a shower but didn't want to wake Cindy. A few seconds later, Cindy stumbled to the bathroom as I was finishing. "Me too." I was hardly off the seat before she sat. Her flood came a rush of urine and our cum. "I'm so embarrassed, Jeff. I couldn't wait for you to get out." "Cindy, the bed is wet and we are," I paused for effect pointing at our sticky bodies, "a mess. Is it shower time, together?" The redness of her embarrassment cooled as she smiled and nodded. "You'll have to keep yourself under control. I don't think I could go again." "Cindy," her name came off my lips in a hushed tone. "I am already out of control." Lights were still off and she wouldn't notice my hard on. "Your scent has already made me hard." I saw a darkened shadow of an arm stretch across the void then felt tiny fingers wrap around my cock. Cindy gasped with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Her hand stroked me slowly and fully. "Let's shower in the dark, Jeff." Cindy rose from the toilet and unceremoniously flushed. Her body came closer to mine, her hand still stroking me. We guided ourselves into the small stall that was the master shower. The first stinging beads of cold water gave way to warming temperatures and we found the perfect warmth. The water cascaded over us for several long soothing seconds, our bodies giving up the messes we made of ourselves. I soaped a shower sponge and added a good amount of shower gel. The gel soon turned soapy and Cindy was my target. She turned her back to me for a backwash. Over her shoulders, down her back to her waist, and over the globes of her well-defined butt, I washed. I paid special attention to washing between the globes of butt flesh giving her tight butt hole attention. Cindy did not back away from the touch. She turned facing me and I began washing anew. Over her shoulders to her breasts, Cindy gave a pleasurable moan as the sponge grazed across her nipples. Down her body to her stomach and waist again, I washed. The sponge in my hand eased lower over her pubic bone to the spot she claimed was sore. As the sponge touched her, she did react a little painfully. "I've never felt anything that hurt so good. Oh, Jeff!" When it was my turn, Cindy took the sponge and performed on me the same washing ritual. We were done with our shower although Cindy stayed a bit longer. As I dried myself, Cindy used the shower wand to direct a warm flow of water into her depths for a cleansing douche. I held a towel for her as she exited the shower and wrapped it around her and give her a tight hug in the process; she leaned against me as if in complete submission. I felt her breath on my neck and pulled her tighter to me. Her hot breath formed these soft-spoken words as her towel wrapped body moved against me in my embrace. "Jeff, I want some ice cream." A girl-like smile radiated from her lips as she broke my grasp dashing off with the towel barely covering her. I wrapped a towel around my waist with my cock forming a tent in the front. What else was there to do but eat ice cream; I quickly followed her as the sweet globes of her butt lead the way. In the kitchen, Cindy fixed the towel around herself. "You ruined the view," I laughed as she finished the last tuck. "You haven't seen the last of it, Jeff." Cindy blushed as her words slipped off her tongue. "I feel like a reborn woman." "You deserve to feel womanly and sexy, you are." I stepped across the few feet between us to stand in front of her. "The ice cream won't cool me off, you know." Cindy glanced down, "It won't cool me either." The ice cream was rich vanilla made with the richest part of fresh cream, natural sugar, and other good stuff. She served it with sugar wafers in a frozen ice cream bowl. Cindy directed me to the living room and the love seat where our adventures began. As she sat the towel opened and the view she covered returned; Cindy sat with a slight grimace. "The best soreness I've ever felt." "I can rub some aloe on you if you think it might help." I was being sincere and didn't find the humor until Cindy smiled and laughed. "Rubbing it is what caused it to be sore," as she spooned a bit of ice cream into her mouth licking sensually at a drop of cream on the tip of her spoon. We finished our treat and Cindy cleared the bowls. When she returned seeing me wedged into the corner of the loveseat, she sat on my lap. Both our towels lost their ability to cover as we embraced and kissed. Cindy's limber yoga body moved against mine until she had my cock between her legs. The warmth coming from her pussy stirred me and when she moved again, she magically took me in her again. I couldn't figure how and didn't try to question. Penetration was shallow in this position, maybe just two or three inches. I hoped I was deep enough to touch her g-spot and help her have another orgasm through the soreness. This was not a good position for a lot of sexual movement, yet it allowed for us to kiss, touch, and enjoy our bodies and enjoy each other. This was another moment of time standing still as we simply enjoyed the physical connection. Suddenly, Cindy broke the connection, stood, flung off her towel, and knelt between my legs to take my cock in her mouth. First tentative licks cleaned her musk from my cock, then she opened her mouth sucking my cock head in and massaging it with her tongue. For lack of experience, Cindy was learning fast. She held my cock between both her hands and stroked up and down to the rhythm her mouth set. I felt completely enraptured with Cindy. Older guys love having trophy women on their arms and Cindy is fully qualified as a trophy. However, there was something different in her, naive a bit, inexperienced a bit, buried anger over her divorce a lot. I remember her asking, "What's wrong with my body?" I murmured, "There's nothing wrong with your body." I opened my eyes and saw Cindy with a tear in her eyes and my cock in her mouth. Her hands worked more rapidly as she held her lips tight around my shaft. For a brief second she lifted her head, "Say it again." "Cindy, there is nothing wrong with your body. Never doubt yourself. Gawd, Cindy. You're making me cum." Cindy stroked, sucked, and swallowed. Finally, my hard on began to surrender. Cindy had victory in her eyes noticing that I was weakening. "Oh gawd, Cindy. You've taken it out of me." "You mean, you're done?" Cindy had a fake pout on her face as she it. "For a little while. Cindy, there is nothing wrong with your body, firm, toned, perfect shape and form. Trust me, I'll be hard again soon." Cindy rose as if to sit on my lap. I stopped her, drew her to me, and brought my face to rest on her pubic bone. "It is your turn now." I kissed her on her pubic bone and licked my way to the apex of her womanly secret. My tongue grazed the tip of her semi-exposed clit; Cindy reacted with a moan and shiver. "Let me sit before my legs rubberized." It was a panted demand; I guided her to the cushion. I took the kneeling position Cindy had just left. Cindy's eyes were ablaze with her new found sexuality. She peered right into me and burned my mind with her desire. My stare slowly panned her body. Cindy's nipples were swollen full and hard. Her breasts rose and fell seductively with each breath. Still panning slowly, I inched my face closer to her core. Stopping short, I kissed and licked us her left thigh just almost there. I performed the same thing on the right just almost there. There is Nothing Wrong Cindy rocked and rolled her hips as each kiss on each thigh almost touched her. She was breathing deeply and holding her hips high, she began to cry more loudly and must be on the verge of cumming. The scream that came from her mouth was matched only by the gush of her cum as my mouth locked over her labia and my tongue probed as far as it could. I swallowed her just as she had swallowed me. Cindy seemed to linger on her orgasmic plateau crying in pleasure, moaning for breath, and clenching her muscles against my tongue. Just as I began to believe she was coming down from her high, she screamed again giving me another drink. "This can't happen, this can't happen," she began chanting. Then came the invitation, "Jeff, for gawd sake, fuck me!" Her demand was clear, all bets are off, sore pussy or not, I pushed hard, fast and deep. Backed out and did it again. I was battering her pussy and marveling that she was the cause of it. "Hold it! Hold it! Not yet, hold it!" I knew she wasn't talking to me since she had already pumped several loads from me. "Almost! Almost!" "Bury it in me, Jeff and hold it." I slammed hard, to the hilt, and stopped. Cindy drove her hips high to meet me, her pussy muscles squeezed harder than I thought possible. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth as if to scream but couldn't. The orgasm gripped her so firmly that she was frozen in its rapture. When she did exhale, she burst into weeping tears as well as moaning crying through the orgasm. "Jeff, give me yours! Please, Jeff, I need it." As firmly as she grasped me, milking me, I knew I could cum quickly; I set to the task. Several seconds later, I drove again hard, fast, and deep, and held it there. "I'm cumming, Cindy! Now!" I sprayed a third load of cum into her depths. Real weeping began again. Sniffling through her sobs, Cindy mumbled, "My body! My body! My body is okay?" "Cindy, I could sex your body every day. I could rip you out of yoga tights and pound you with wanton desire every day." Cindy gained control and smiled through tear streaks, "Okay, I'll let you." Twenty years later, I'm 67 and Cindy is 53. We got lucky and have three kids at home for a little while longer. Cindy still jogs and does yoga and true to my word, I rip them off occasionally reminding her, "There's nothing wrong with your body."