We went back to more pleasant things, with Erica explaining how she was doing TV commercials when she met her husband, an up-and-coming Wall Street type. They moved in together and accidentally she got pregnant. After much debate, they married with the agreement that she could continue her career on camera. But, things happened, and before she knew it, her contacts had dried up. She was no longer the pretty young face. Now she was more suited for the motherly roles. I could see the disappointment and anger of her face.
By now, we were on our fifth Martini and I was feeling more than a buzz. I could only guess at her condition.
She suddenly stood and turned sideways, thrusting her chest out. “What do you think, Harry? Not bad for Fifty-eight, huh?”
I smiled, feeling suddenly wicked. “Hell, not bad for Thirty-eight.” She eyed me curiously. “Not bad for any age. You could still be a model.”
Her grin went from ear to ear. “Oh, Harry! Not only do you do great work, you do great compliments! You just made my day.”
I stood, wavering, and said, “I mean every word of it, I swear,” raising my hand as if to take an oath.
She laughed again and came to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to her.
“Harry, can I kiss you?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
She reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers, and we had a slow, sexy kiss, with her purring as our tongues danced. Our bodies seemed to be gyrating against each other as the kiss continued. When we finally broke, she stared inquisitively into my eyes.
“Take me, Harry, please.”
My arms went around her waist and we kissed again, and my hand moved from her back down to her firm butt and she ground into me. Emboldened, my other hand went to her soft full breast, kneading the flesh as her hands moved to my ass, grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing.
I slid the strap from her shoulders and slid the top down, exposing her evenly tanned breast as she smiled and guided my head down to her nipple. I licked and sucked hungrily as she giggled and moaned, “Oh, Harry.”
She must have realized we were on the porch, within the view of her neighbors, because she pulled my head up and said, “Can we go inside?”
We moved together, not wanting to separate, as if fearing any break would ruin the moment. She led me to the den and the couch, where we kissed again and she lowered herself down my body, finally sitting with her face buried in my crotch, struggling to open my belt and jeans.
I assisted as she tugged her top over her head, shaking her long red hair as it fell to the floor. She tugged, helping me get the jeans and my briefs down as my cock sprang to action. It bobbed in front of her and she playfully tried to catch it with her head, finally grasping and steadying it as she slid her tongue over the tip and down the shaft.
I watched as my cockhead disappeared into her hungry mouth, feeling the wet warmth surround the head and much of the shaft. She worked it in and out, slowly, occasionally looking up to confirm my obvious pleasure.
But I didn’t want to shoot my load too early, so I reluctantly pulled back, leaving her looking disappointed until I knelt and began undoing her denim shorts. They were tight but with her help, they were down and I was between her legs which she opened wide for me.