Three years ago I left my job in Florida to move out west. On my last day of work Jack, my foreman, invited me over to his house for a farewell dinner. It was a great meal. But the best thing about it was Jack’s wife, Alice.
Alice was at least fifty-five, around twice my age. She wore a rather short skirt and high heels. Being a leg man, I was gratified to notice that Alice also wore stockings. When she sat down I was able to admire the dark nylon stocking tops, and the black garter straps stretched tightly across her beautiful warm thighs.
At one point during the evening the phone rang. Jack took the call, and then informed Alice and me that he had to go to the office to take care of some emergency. Which he did, leaving me alone with his wife.
After a polite interval I reluctantly got up to leave. I was pleasantly surprised when Alice approached me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “I hope you didn’t mind me doing that,” she said.
For reply, I placed a hand on each of her shoulders and kissed her passionately on the lips. She kissed me back. “I hope you didn’t mind that,” I said.
“Not at all,” was Alice’s reply.
As we stood close together, I dropped my right hand and reached for the bottom of her skirt, then slowly began to pull it upward. I wasn’t sure how she would react, but she just stood there, letting me do what I wanted.
I began touching and fondling her above the knee. In no time my fingers reached the tops of her stockings. When Alice made no objection, I moved my hand higher. I swear her knees buckled when my hand reached her panty-covered pussy, and she closed her eyes. “Please don’t stop,” she said.
My hand was in paradise as I felt the swollen lips of her cunt. We stayed in this position for about five minutes as Alice let me play with her wet slit. I wasn’t surprised when she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She opened her legs and gave a little moan as my finger found the wet target.
Well, I never did get to soak my cock in my foreman’s wife that night, but I sure did enjoy playing stink-finger with her. My biggest thrill was seeing Alice squirm and listening to her cries of pleasure as she shuddered through her wild climax.
Alice apologized to me then, saying she could not allow me to fuck her. “But I can still make you happy,” she said, and I felt her hands undo my belt and pull down the zipper of my fly. A moment later I was receiving the best blowjob of my life, and it was a pure pleasure to fill my foreman’s wife’s stomach with my big load.
Someday I really have to get back to Florida.
—N.P., Portland, Oregon