How I Met Your Mother, Part II
So, she asked, when are you coming over?
My hand was already in my shorts. My cock was already swollen. I didn't expect she'd be so inviting right from the get-go. I thought this would take some time.
But Jeannette sounded like she was ready for action.
You free tonight? I replied.
Her answer was to use my own words: life's too short to waste watching cable news.
I asked for her address. She sent it.
I was still semi-erect when I jumped into my Jeep and headed to her house.
* *
Jeannette, meanwhile, never thought he'd go through with it. After Andy passed, once she got everything in order and the house felt really empty, she created a Facebook page. She created profiles for dating sites. All the ones she saw on TV. She got a few replies -- Jeannette made sure her assets were in view in any pictures she posted -- but nothing ever developed into a date. Either they didn't ask or she declined. Too many creeps out there.
Plus, Jeannette didn't see herself as old, so old men were a turn-off to her.
But Devlin she liked. He was so young, but didn't seem young. She liked the strong, silent type. She liked men who took charge. She was used to that. Maybe girls today are more independent, but Jeannette was raised in a world where men ruled and women took care of the house. That may not be ideal in today's world, but for her, that's how it was. That's what she knew.
She didn't even get up from her computer, even after Devlin logged out. She got lost in some string of funny a****l videos. She sat there in a strapless romper and her blondish-grey hair in a bun with her glasses on the edge of her nose, looking at the screen while Fox News played on the TV behind her. Her one hand on the mouse, the other arm across the desk and under her heavy busom.
* *
I arrived at Jeannette's beautiful ranch home in the Over 50 community and parked in her drive behind her car. A few ladies walking by waved as if I was a nephew or son paying a visit.
No ladies, I murmured to myself. I'm here to fuck her brains out.
And if you in the white top and denim jean shorts are interested, I'll do you next.
[That, by the way, was Tammy, who's tits weren't as big as Jeannette's, but they were still something to enjoy. Tammy's husband, I later learned, is a Tit Man like me and enjoys them regularly, so I held him in high regard.]
I went to the side door and knocked. I was suddenly nervous. Heart racing. Anticipation.
Jeannette appeared. My eyes went right to those tits. Holy shit, I thought, a strapless romper? Is she serious?!
She was too busy cackling in a nervous laughter.
"I can't believe you're really here!"
Yeah, your neighbors think I'm a long-lost nephew come to visit.
"Nobody ever visits me," she said, in a sad tone as she led me into the living room.
Turn that off, I quickly said with a point to the Fox News madness.
"What do you want me to put on?" she asked.
I grinned and glanced again at her heavy, so tantalizingly available breasts.
It's what I want you to take off that you should ask.
Another nervous cackle.
"I'm gonna need a drink," she said and went to the kitchen. I followed.
She made very tasty margaritas. Loaded with rum. We sat on the back patio overlooking a lake. It was a humid night. I just kept marveling at her body in that romper as we told our stories. She loved to reminisce.
Jeannette told me all about who she was as a hot-to-trot teen growing up in New Jersey. The sock hops and roller-skating parties. The Jersey shore beaches. She took me into the living room and got photos. I saw old faded pictures of her at various times in her life. As a cheerleader. A dancer. A bride. A mom.
After the second margarita, I asked her how she stays so young.
She replied, "I like to be with younger people. I love energy."
She then put her hand on my thigh. I put my hand on her shoulder. Our eyes met and we kissed.
We made out on her couch with photos of Jeannette through the years on the coffee table. I waited a few seconds before I went for it. Once her hand slipped to my crotch, I cupped her breast over the romper. She let out a gasp.
I kissed her neck. More gasping. Her hand massaged over my swelling cock in my shorts. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb. Our tongues danced together.
Then she pulled away.
I sat back on the couch, hoping she was not about to send me home in some moment of coming to her senses.
Instead, she grinned a very wicked, slutty grin.
She tugged the romper down slowly until her soft, heavy bust was exposed to me.
Her breasts were long and her skin was freckled. Her areolas were wide and pink and her nipples erect. She had a tan line across her upper chest. Her soft and wrinkled stomach hid under the full overhang of the most delicious-looking breasts you could ever imagine on a woman almost 60.
It was actually happening....
My hand was already in my shorts. My cock was already swollen. I didn't expect she'd be so inviting right from the get-go. I thought this would take some time.
But Jeannette sounded like she was ready for action.
You free tonight? I replied.
Her answer was to use my own words: life's too short to waste watching cable news.
I asked for her address. She sent it.
I was still semi-erect when I jumped into my Jeep and headed to her house.
* *
Jeannette, meanwhile, never thought he'd go through with it. After Andy passed, once she got everything in order and the house felt really empty, she created a Facebook page. She created profiles for dating sites. All the ones she saw on TV. She got a few replies -- Jeannette made sure her assets were in view in any pictures she posted -- but nothing ever developed into a date. Either they didn't ask or she declined. Too many creeps out there.
Plus, Jeannette didn't see herself as old, so old men were a turn-off to her.
But Devlin she liked. He was so young, but didn't seem young. She liked the strong, silent type. She liked men who took charge. She was used to that. Maybe girls today are more independent, but Jeannette was raised in a world where men ruled and women took care of the house. That may not be ideal in today's world, but for her, that's how it was. That's what she knew.
She didn't even get up from her computer, even after Devlin logged out. She got lost in some string of funny a****l videos. She sat there in a strapless romper and her blondish-grey hair in a bun with her glasses on the edge of her nose, looking at the screen while Fox News played on the TV behind her. Her one hand on the mouse, the other arm across the desk and under her heavy busom.
* *
I arrived at Jeannette's beautiful ranch home in the Over 50 community and parked in her drive behind her car. A few ladies walking by waved as if I was a nephew or son paying a visit.
No ladies, I murmured to myself. I'm here to fuck her brains out.
And if you in the white top and denim jean shorts are interested, I'll do you next.
[That, by the way, was Tammy, who's tits weren't as big as Jeannette's, but they were still something to enjoy. Tammy's husband, I later learned, is a Tit Man like me and enjoys them regularly, so I held him in high regard.]
I went to the side door and knocked. I was suddenly nervous. Heart racing. Anticipation.
Jeannette appeared. My eyes went right to those tits. Holy shit, I thought, a strapless romper? Is she serious?!
She was too busy cackling in a nervous laughter.
"I can't believe you're really here!"
Yeah, your neighbors think I'm a long-lost nephew come to visit.
"Nobody ever visits me," she said, in a sad tone as she led me into the living room.
Turn that off, I quickly said with a point to the Fox News madness.
"What do you want me to put on?" she asked.
I grinned and glanced again at her heavy, so tantalizingly available breasts.
It's what I want you to take off that you should ask.
Another nervous cackle.
"I'm gonna need a drink," she said and went to the kitchen. I followed.
She made very tasty margaritas. Loaded with rum. We sat on the back patio overlooking a lake. It was a humid night. I just kept marveling at her body in that romper as we told our stories. She loved to reminisce.
Jeannette told me all about who she was as a hot-to-trot teen growing up in New Jersey. The sock hops and roller-skating parties. The Jersey shore beaches. She took me into the living room and got photos. I saw old faded pictures of her at various times in her life. As a cheerleader. A dancer. A bride. A mom.
After the second margarita, I asked her how she stays so young.
She replied, "I like to be with younger people. I love energy."
She then put her hand on my thigh. I put my hand on her shoulder. Our eyes met and we kissed.
We made out on her couch with photos of Jeannette through the years on the coffee table. I waited a few seconds before I went for it. Once her hand slipped to my crotch, I cupped her breast over the romper. She let out a gasp.
I kissed her neck. More gasping. Her hand massaged over my swelling cock in my shorts. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb. Our tongues danced together.
Then she pulled away.
I sat back on the couch, hoping she was not about to send me home in some moment of coming to her senses.
Instead, she grinned a very wicked, slutty grin.
She tugged the romper down slowly until her soft, heavy bust was exposed to me.
Her breasts were long and her skin was freckled. Her areolas were wide and pink and her nipples erect. She had a tan line across her upper chest. Her soft and wrinkled stomach hid under the full overhang of the most delicious-looking breasts you could ever imagine on a woman almost 60.
It was actually happening....
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