Both of us collectively gasped in awe, accepting the full impact and consequence of this moment. I knew she was drunk, but she was clear and as lucid as one could be… and for me, knowing that my wish was about to be granted took my breath away. I lunged at her, crushing my mouth to hers in powerful need, right there in the doorway. Sharon offered no resistance whatsoever as I savored the blessed tang and thrill of kissing a woman I had gazed and admired all of my life. I was kissing a woman twenty years older than I was. Sharon was actually letting me kiss her… the sordid reality of it almost made me lose my footing as I secured my arms around her, cradling her wounded soul in my loving arms. My nostrils flared as I inhaled her lips and tongue, frantically and lovingly as I swallowed her delicious saliva. This was understandably better than my first kiss with a girl… Sharon was all woman.
I shoved her back against the doorframe, cramming my tongue down her wide-open throat. My hands couldn’t keep still as I cradled her face, trying to keep my composure intact. I couldn’t believe my fucking luck… this was so fantastic… so unbelievable.
“In love with you.” I murmured between the quick slurps of my tongue to hers. “So beautiful.”
With that, I caught a glimpse of her bare neck in the misty haze of our steamy affections, bearing down on it with gusto. Sharon yelped as I sank my teeth in like a vampire, clamping my teeth into her flesh…
“Oh fucking Jesus.” Sharon groaned, lifting her left leg to curl around my ass.
Recharged and encouraged by her lustful act, I reached down in hopes that her left leg might be bare… that I might touch the flesh I had given a gallon of my cumm for.
It was.
I lost all sense of right or wrong groping the fleshy goodness of Sharon’s plump left thigh. God, it felt so smooth and ripe, thick and juicy… better than I could have ever imagined. Our lips meshed anew, frantically bending our necks for a deeper kiss. By now, Sharon had matched my intensity as the top of her pink robe shifted loose, giving me prime admittance to her mouth-watering neck and shoulders. God, even those shoulders made me cringe in wonderment…
“The door’s open.” Sharon gasped.
“So what.” I spoke with my lips pressed to her neck. “I want the whole world to see us like this.”
“Oooooh.” Uttered my buxom matron. “Why didn’t we do this sooner, Christopher?”
“Oh God, I wish we could have.” I mumbled.
All I could do was kiss her again, drawing her face to mine with both hands wrapped around her neck… I could sense the fires inside her blaze to new heights, so much better than the witless young women I fucked before… Sharon possessed an astute finesse that captivated me. A true sense of purpose and grace that defied age or reason.
Sharon stood up, falling against me as we remained in the doorway, but somehow made it barely inside as the glass screen door closed. Her hands began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, quickly undoing them before I interrupted her by ripping them off.