“Oooooooh.” Sharon groaned. “You know what you want, don’t you big boy?”
My response was smothering her mouth with mine before throwing my shirt to the floor… with a feline like growl, Sharon’s arms curled under my shoulders, slithering up as I could tell she wanted to enjoy this accomplishment. I shivered in teetering astonishment… I still couldn’t believe I had made it this far with Sharon.
By now, my cock had nearly broke the zipper in my jeans I was that hard. I had to shift it a few times because it started to hurt, but when Sharon’s hand covered it with her palm, I nearly came right there as my entire body jolted. I heard her purr in delight, for I knew she loved the ease in which she could captivate me.
“Did I do this to you?” she murmured softly into my ear before tormenting me by licking it. “Did I make you hard, baby?”
“Yea.” I replied like a weakened slob.
Her hand began kneading my cock through the jeans as I almost fell back.
“Tell me I made you hard.” She said.
“Oh God, you did… you did, Sharon. You made me hard.” I answered before we kissed again, suckling her thick wet tongue between my lips.
“This isn’t the first time I made you hard, is it?” she asked after a few minutes of swapping spit.
“No, no.” I voiced.
“I did this to you,” She whispered in a low, but amazed tone. “I really did this.”
With that, Sharon backed off and stepped back away from me. Dumbfounded, I looked at her with a puzzled expression, as I knew immediately what she was doing. Closing the door behind her, Sharon then sauntered to each window, closing the curtains and shutting the blinds. With her robe partially undone, I watched her large tits peek out as she sauntered across the room. As the last curtain was secured, Sharon turned to me slowly with a look of wanton vigor.
“Are you sure you want this, Chris?” she asked. “That you want to make love to a 38 year old woman like me?”
Without any doubt, I stepped to her. “More than anything.”
Raising her arm, she pressed her palm to my bare chest to stop me. “Then I want you to watch me undress and know what it is you are getting. I want you to understand that this is the body you’ll have tonight. Once this robe comes off, everything will change.”
“Only for the better.” I replied without even thinking. Sharon brought up both arms to clasp the neck of the robe, gently slipping it down across her shoulders before stopping. Casting a coy grin my way, I shook my head with gratitude as finally, that damn pink robe pooled about her ankles. Seeing the robe come off was like slow motion… grazing past all the thick curves I wanted to taste, touch, and fondle on this sacred night. It released a heavenly vision of the most sumptuous feast a man could ever hope to see…
She stood without any apprehension or regret. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I could tell Sharon was comfortable with her body and nudity. But what captivated me was the luscious hour glass figure of hers… large, full breasts that glowed with subtle warmth. They were so thick… I had never seen breasts so incredibly large before… two full orbs of succulent flesh I wanted to devour with the intensity of a thousand men.