The next two days and nights I spent with my granddaughters. I am a very active grandmother and I don’t sit around the house when they are with me and knit and bake cookies while they play. I do bake them cookies and feed them things their mother does not approve of, but I am their grandmother and that’s expected of me. I take them places, get down and dirty with them and play games with them, play with them in the park, and enjoy being active with them.
I didn’t spend the two days and nights pining over Derrick or thoughts of him and the sex we had did not consume my mind. I had my granddaughters and that was more important to me. I did not lay awake in bed at night thinking of the younger boy. My granddaughters like to get in bed with their old grandmother and I would read to them or tell them stories of their grandfather until they fall asleep in my bed.
The only time I thought of Derrick those two days and nights was when I came home after taking my granddaughters to the Museum of Arts and Science. The museum was having a dinosaur exhibit with lifelike, animatronic dinosaurs. When we got home that Friday, I noticed Derrick had finished the yard work. I thought that was sweet.
I also noticed he did not take the envelope of the money I left him for payment of the yardwork and was going to talk to him about that. I was paying him for the work he did around the house and I was not his girlfriend that he did things like yardwork for free because we were now lovers.
Saturday after their other grandparents, my son-in-law’s parents, picked them up from my house I was alone and did have thoughts of the younger man and the things we did.
I didn’t have remorse or guilt or shameful thoughts about it. I didn’t think that I made a mistake and it would never happen again. I wanted it to happen again and spend more time with Derrick. I thought of how nice it was to have him in bed next to me, the playful banter we had, and of course the sex. I was not ashamed of myself.
I had some errands to do before my date that night and did a little shopping. I went and got my nails done and while at the nail salon, I got the crazy idea of something else. I shopped to buy some new, sexier panties and bras. Nothing slutty like thongs, I did not like wearing thongs, but tasteful and sexier lacey panties and bras.
Later I got ready for my date. The man was picking me up at six-thirty and we were going out for dinner. He told me the restaurant we were going to and I dressed accordingly. I wore my blue dress of modest length and high neckline and a matching lite weight jacket over it. It was going to be chilly that evening. I wore a pair of blue heels on my feet. I did not wear a pair of my new panties or one of the new bras. The man was not going to see me out of my dress so it didn’t matter what I wore under it.
The date was nice. The man was very gentlemanly and polite and the conversation was pleasant even after he picked up the signals that I was not interested in another date. I was home a little before nine that evening.
When I got home I washed my face of makeup and put on my around-the-house clothes. Nothing sexy, trust me. A pair of baggy lounge pants with the University of Georgia logo and mascot printed on them and an oversized tee shirt. I then sat down on the sofa in the den of my home and started watching a series on a streaming network I had been watching.
I kept thinking of Derrick and what he was doing. I knew he was out with his friends and I wondered what they were doing. I was not having jealous thoughts of him being with a younger pretty girl his age. If he was then he was. I was not jealous of that. Soon my thoughts of him turned to the time we spent in bed together and it was not long before I became aroused and started fidgeting on the sofa and could not focus on the series I was watching. To be blunt, I was horny.
I then tried reading a book I had recently purchased to get my mind off the boy. Even though I was enjoying the book it didn’t work and I kept thinking of Derrick. The sex we had, of us kissing, me giving him a blowjob, of his body, him going down on me and using his fingers inside me, and how he smelled. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was only a little after ten.
I picked up my phone off the end table and thought about texting Derrick. I didn’t and put the phone down. I didn’t want to ruin his night with his friends and I did not want to appear desperate. Two minutes later I picked it up again and started typing him a text. I didn’t send it and put the phone down. The third time I picked up the phone a minute later I did send the text.
I am home. Been home for about an hour. Just wanted to let you know I was safe.
Yes, it was a stupid text to send, but again I did not want to seem desperate. It took about fifteen minutes for him to reply.
Ok, glad you are safe. At a friend’s house. He is having a party while his parents are gone. Hope you had a nice time. Did you get any, he added the eggplant emoji.
I laughed at that.
No, I would rather have your, and I added the eggplant emoji.
It took Derrick twenty minutes to respond. After about ten minutes I thought he was not going to because he was having fun and did not want to have a text conversation to interrupt his good time.
I can be there in about thirty minutes and give you all the (eggplant emoji) you want, was his reply.
I laughed at that.
Have you been drinking? I replied. I did not want him drinking and driving.
Had a beer about two hours ago and just coke after that.
I replied I don’t want to take you away from your party. I lied. The truth was I did want him to come over.
It’s lame. I would rather have my head between your legs tasting your pussy instead of being at a party where the boys outnumber the girls by about 5 to 1, he sent back.
I blushed but the thought sent pleasurable goosebumps over my arms.
30 minutes? I replied.
Yes, see you then. Wear something sexy. I want to see you in something sexy, he replied
My goosebumps became larger and my body felt flushed and I felt a tingle between my legs from the last text he sent. I liked him telling me to wear something sexy. It had been a long time since a man told me to dress sexy for him.
Ok, I sent my last text and he did not reply. There was no need to.
I put my phone down and went upstairs to my bedroom to change. I brushed out my hair, and my teeth and reapplied my makeup. I then had to decide what to wear.
I assumed by sexy he meant some type of lingerie and not clothes. I had sexy lingerie I used to wear for my husband, but they were buried deep somewhere in my closet or somewhere in my chest of drawers. I had not worn them in a long time and I did not want to wear them for Derrick. They were outfits I used to wear for my husband and I just did not think they would be appropriate to wear for another man. I suddenly grinned mischievously when the idea of what to wear hit me.
While I was waiting for Derrick, I placed a throw blanket over the seat and back of the sofa in the den. Guests and family sat on that sofa and I did not want the sofa stained with sex fluids. It was much easier to wash the blanket than have the sofa cleaned. I was not assuming we would have sex on the sofa but was pretty sure I would at least be giving him a blow job in the den. I was just the type of person who planned things out; sometimes so much that it annoyed people.
I was that type when planning vacations that had the itinerary list months in advance of the things we would do and the sites we would see. I was the type of person who planned out in advance what I was going to cook each night of the week. I even planned out my weekly household chores; this day was for vacuuming, that day was for cleaning the bathrooms, this day was for washing clothes, etc.
It was not that I could not be spontaneous, I could be and often did spontaneous things, but if I had the time I would plan things out. I was a planner and liked to be organized.
I looked over the sofa and decided I should place another blanket down. Derrick arrived about five minutes later.
I was not worried about my neighbors seeing his car, well truck. He drove an older model pickup truck he saved money from his summer jobs to buy. I lived in the suburbs of the city, not a rural area. The neighborhood I lived in had large land lots and the houses were not close together. My house, like most on the street where I lived, was set away from the street and you could not see the end of the driveway of my house from the road. The backyard, where the pool was, didn’t even have a privacy fence around it, there was no need. My house had a lot of privacy as the other houses did on my street.
When I answered the door to let Derrick in, I was wearing my bathrobe. It was a modest robe that came down just below my knees. I had the belt cinched tight and the neckline closed high up, but you could see some gold, sparkling sequences at my neck. I could not hide that part of the outfit I had on under the robe because it had a high neckline. As soon as Derrick walked into my house and I shut the door we started kissing in the foyer. We kissed deeply and passionately. When his hands tried to open my robe I playfully slapped them.
“Not now, but soon,” I told him with a grin on my face. “Are you hungry or want anything…don’t give me that look,” I giggled when he grinned. “I mean food or a snack, not me.” The motherly side of me was coming out.
“Yeah, I am kind of hungry. I didn’t eat dinner and all they had at the party was chips,” he admitted. He then grinned up at me. “Need to have my strength for tonight.”
I blushed at his comment and took his hand and led him to the dining room. Derrick sat down at the table and I went to find him something to eat. I fixed him a plate of leftover lasagna I made the previous night for my granddaughters and poured him a glass of sweet iced tea. I was glad he was going to eat it because I was not big into leftovers. I warmed up the lasagna in the microwave. Before I went into the dining room I took off my robe.
When Derrick saw what I was wearing he laughed but he was not laughing at me or the outfit. I knew that by the way his eyes roamed up and down my body. I put the plate and glass on the table and was about to sit down.
“No, wait,” he told me. “Stand over there.” He pointed to an area in the room away from the table.
I stood where he told me to and the boy took out his cell phone and pointed it at me.
“Do you mind?” he asked. I knew he wanted to take a photo.
“Why so you can show all your friends the older woman you are having sex with?” I asked, but in a playful tone.
“You know I would not do that,” he told me. I believed him. “You just look so sexy and I want to keep the photo for myself.”
I grinned. “And do what when you look at it?” I teased.
Derrick smiled. “What you liked watching me do the other day,” he confessed without shame.
I blushed again but nodded my head to give him permission and posed for him.
I was not wearing any sexy lingerie or just a bra and panties or anything that I would be ashamed for people to see a photo of me wearing. The outfit I was wearing many people had seen at football games and the occasional parades we had in the city.
I had put on my high school drill team uniform. It was cut like a leotard, was a yellow-gold color, and had sparking sequences around the beast line and neckline. The uniform had fringes on my shoulders and across my chest and fringes around my waist that dangled down to my upper thighs and the bottom of the uniform. I wore it because I remembered Derick telling me he would like to see me in it when I told him I could still fit in it. I thought it would be fun and sexy to wear for him.
“Send me that photo,” I told Derrick after he took my picture. “I want to post it on my Facebook so Melanie Hodgins will see it.”
“Who is Melanie Hodgins?” the boy asked.
I laughed. “A girl in my grade from high school who beat me out of the last spot on the cheerleading squad. I had to join the drill team instead for extracurricular activities on my college applications. I really wanted to be a cheerleader. But when that bitch sees that picture she will be jealous because there is no way that she could fit into her high school cheerleading uniform now.”
I puffed out my cheeks and made a motion with my arms of someone bloating up and getting fat.
Derrick laughed. “You are so mean.”
I smiled and sat down and watched him eat. After he was done we both stood up and I took his plate to take back into the kitchen. He grabbed my arm and went to kiss me again. I pushed him away.
“Eww, no, you have lasagna breath,” I teased. “In the bathroom at the end of the hall, there is a toothbrush and toothpaste. The toothbrush has not been used and is still in the package.”
Derrick rolled his eyes. “You’ll kiss me after I eat your pussy but not after I eat lasagna,” he said.
I blushed, “Shut up and go brush your teeth.” Derick chuckled and started to walk out of the dining room. “And you need to stop saying that. It’s vulgar,” I told him.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder and smiled. “So it’s vulgar to say it but not to do it?”
“Just…ugh, just go brush your teeth,” I told him.
He laughed at me and went to brush his teeth.
While he was brushing his teeth I went into the den to wait for Derrick. When he came into the room I was sitting in the middle of the sofa. The young man sat down next to me. I cuddled up next to him and he put his arm around me. We started making out less than ten seconds after he sat down.
As we were kissing, I moved my body and straddled Derrick, and placed my knees on the sofa next to his upper thighs. We kept kissing intensely and passionately as I started grinding my hips slowly and gently into him. I felt Derrick’s hands sliding up and down my back as he searched for the zipper to my uniform. When the boy found it and started to pull it down, I brought my hands behind my back and pushed his hands down to my butt. Derrick removed his lips from mine.
“I want to see your tits,” he told me.
“Not yet,” I told him and started kissing him again.
As we kissed once more, he had a firm grip on my butt and was pulling me against his lap while my hands started to unbutton his blue jeans. I used my knees for leverage and raised my body off of his and started to pull his jeans down. Derrick lifted his hips off the sofa to help me and I then pulled his boxer briefs down. Both his jeans and underwear were pulled down to his thighs.
“Uhh, fuck, Lori,” Derrick moaned out. “ I want you to suck my dick.”
I lowered myself down to him again, leaned back, looked at the younger man, bit my lower lip, and smiled.
“Not yet,” I told him.
I leaned forward and started kissing him again. As I was kissing him, I reached down between my legs and pulled aside the bottom of my drill team uniform. I was not wearing anything under it. I wanted to fuck him while I was wearing my uniform. When my pussy was exposed enough, I raised my body off of him, took his hard penis in my hand, and guided Derrick’s cock into my pussy. I was wet enough for it to easily slide in.
Once the head of his cock was inside me, I lowered my butt to impale my pussy with his cock. I moaned out and Derrick made a grunting moan as three to four inches of him penetrated me slowly. I didn’t go down any further and started kissing his neck.
“Ugh, shit, Lori, your pus…” Derrick started to say but I interrupted him with a kiss on his mouth.
I leaned back after I kissed him and placed a finger over his lips. “Shhh,” I said and kissed him again. I kissed him hard and passionately and then went back to kissing his neck.
“I am going to fuck you now,” I whispered in his ear. I emphasized the word you. “I’m the one who gets to talk dirty this time.”
As I mentioned before, I was not much of a dirty talker during sex and I hoped I did not embarrass myself when I attempted it with Derrick.
I started kissing his neck again, placed my arms around his shoulder, and lowered myself onto his penis. I gave a loud, drawn-out moan as Derrick’s penis went deeper into me. I winced once when it hit my cervix, raised my hips a little, and lowered myself again until the boy’s penis was fully penetrating my pussy.
“Uh, God, baby, you’re so big,” I moaned into his ear. “Your cock is so deep in my pussy.”
I rarely emphasized the size of Derrick’s penis during sex and he rarely mentioned it either. There was no need to. We both knew he was larger than average. As our affair continued there were times that we both emphasized it, but that comes later. However, that night on the sofa, even though what I said was true; I said it more in my attempt to talk dirty to the boy not build his ego.
I started to slowly grind my hips into Derrick’s lap as I continued to kiss his neck. Derrick’s hands on my butt were pulling me into him to drive his penis deeper into me.
“Oh, God, baby,” I made a moaning whisper in his ear, “your cock feels so good inside me.”
I kept grinding slowly and kissing his neck and enjoying Derrick’s masculine moans and the feeling of his penis inside for several more moments. I then leaned back and sat upright, placed my hands on the back of the sofa, and looked into his eyes.
“You like my pussy, baby?” I asked.
“Yes,” Derrick answered in a husky voice.
“You like how wet and tight it is?” I asked.
“Ugh, fuck yes, Lori,” he said in the same husky voice.
I smiled at him. “I am going to fuck you now,” I told him. “I am going to fuck you until my pussy cums all over your cock. Then I am going to get off of you and taste myself all over your cock and then suck it cock until you cum in my mouth.”
Derrick didn’t say anything. I don’t know if he was as shocked as I was by what I was saying to if he just didn’t know what to say. I then started to fuck him.
I started slow at first. I would lift my butt until only the head of his penis was inside me and then lower myself. I did that several times as I looked at Derrick, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face. I placed my head back on the boy’s neck and started moving my butt up and down faster and harder. It was not long before my body was bouncing up and down on top of his. I was no longer taking dirty to Derrick; I was too busy moaning out in pleasure in his ear.
As I fucked him, I felt Derrick’s hands touch my chest and his fingers found my erect nipples. I was not wearing a bra under the drill team uniform and my nipples were poking through. Derrick took each nipple between his thumbs and forefinger and started to pinch them gently and roll them between his fingers.
“Uhh, yes, ohhh, harder, uhh, God, harder,” I moaned out as I kept riding the boy’s cock with my pussy.
Derrick’s fingers tightened on my nipples and he twisted them slightly. It did not hurt but intensified the pleasure. I didn’t want it to hurt.
I tried to put my feet flat on the edge of the sofa, but let us face facts; I am in my fifties and not as flexible as I used to be. I could manage it so I just kept bouncing up and down hard and rapidly on his cock. I guess I should take up yoga again to become more flexible to be able to do the things I wanted to with Derrick.
I soon had an orgasm and when I did stop going up and down on his penis, I kept him deep inside me. My body tightened and I buried my face into his neck and cried out in ecstasy. When my orgasm ended I was panting for air and Derrick held me tight to him and kissed my neck.
Derrick held me and I had my arms clutched around his neck for about a minute as I enjoyed my after-orgasm euphoria. As I collapsed on top of him, he would make short, gentle thrusts of his hips up into me and I made faint whimper-type grunting moans with each thrust.
“I am going to fuck you now, Lori,” the boy whispered in my ear. I felt his hands move from the middle of my back to my butt cheeks.
That was not part of my plan. I planned to fuck him until I orgasmed, I knew I would cum first, and then get off of him and give him a blow job until he came in my mouth. I really wanted to taste his sex fluid again. Well, you know what they say about best-laid plans of mice and men?
Derrick placed his hands on the bottom of my butt cheeks and stood up, lifting me with him. Still inside my pussy, he turned around and placed me on the sofa, lifted my legs, and started to fuck me. I could have told him to stop, that I wanted to suck his cock, but I didn’t. His cock felt too good inside my pussy for me to want him to pull out. I placed my arms around his neck and let him finish. Derrick fucked me for about five minutes and then grunted out he was going to cum.
“Do it in my mouth,” I moaned out. “Cum in my mouth, baby.”
Derrick thrust in and out of me a few more times, pulled his penis out of me, started stroking his cock hard and fast, and placed his knees on the sofa next to each side of my body. I leaned up and opened my mouth; ready to suck his cock until the boy orgasmed. I was not fast enough and Derrick could not hold back so he came before my lips could wrap around his cock. He kept stroking his cock and moaned out and he shot his cum over my face.
I never had a guy cum on my face before. On my body, yes; guys seemed to enjoy cumming over a woman’s body. Even good and decent men like the only two men I ever had sex with besides Derrick. There were occasions they would pull out of me and cum on my breasts and stomach or when having sex with me from behind pull out of me and cum on my butt and lower back. Never my face, however, I would not allow that. I found that very humiliating and I did not like to be humiliated in any way.
Naturally, reading as many erotic stories and books as I have read from when I was a teenager until my fifties, I read many stories of men cumming on a woman’s face. I just found that degrading and thought, nope not going to let that happen to me. When Derrick accidentally did it, however, I found the feeling neat. I know that’s a simple word to use for it, but it is just the best way I can describe it. I also found it erotic.
There was an abundance of his thick, sticky, warm, cum that landed on my face and in my hair. The first heavy shot of it landed on the bridge of my nose. I kept my mouth open and stuck out my tongue in hopes of the rest of his fluid landed in my mouth and closed my eyes. The next shot did land in my mouth but at the tip of my tongue and ran down my bottom lip and chin. The next landed on my closed right eye. After that, his cum sprayed erratically over my face and in my hair. I liked the feeling every time his thick, warm, sticky fluid landed on my face and there was a lot of it.
After his orgasm ended, Derrick was about to move his body away from me, but I grabbed his cock in my hand and leaned my head forward, and took him in my mouth. I sucked and milked even more of it out of him and swallowed. When I could get no more I took my mouth off of his penis. Derrick moved off of the sofa and I opened my left eye, my right eyelid was covered in cum so I kept it closed.
I saw Derrick looking down at me for a few seconds and he was grinning. When he noticed me looking at him, his grin vanished.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he told me.
I smiled. “It’s okay, baby,” I assured him. “Could you go get me something to clean my face with?”
Derrick pulled up his underwear and jeans and went to the bathroom. I felt the cum on my nose and my chin run down and drop onto the front of my uniform. I looked down and saw other stains from Derrick’s fluids on the front of it as well.
The drill team uniform was dry clean only and I would have to get it cleaned. I ended up taking it to another dry cleaner instead of my regular one. It was going to be embarrassing enough and I did not want to have to walk into my regular dry cleaner all the time knowing they would know what it was.
I wiped my right eye and licked my fingers clean and then wiped some more cum off my face and again licked my fingers. Call it slutty if you want to, even though I am not that at all, but I did enjoy the taste of a man’s cum. I then pulled the bottom of the uniform to cover my still-exposed pussy. I was glad I had placed the blankets over the sofa. There were some splotches of the boy’s cum on the top blanket as well.
Derrick came back into the room with a warm, damp washcloth and handed it to me. I frowned when I noticed it was the decorative one in the guest bathroom but didn’t say anything and wiped my face. Derrick sat down next to me.
“I’m really sorry, Lori,” he apologized again.
“Don’t have to be,” I told him. “I didn’t mind.”
I didn’t mind it after he did it and was hoping maybe some other time we had sex he would do that again.
“Well, you did look sexy as fuck with it all over your face,” Derrick said and grinned at me.
“You are awful,” I teased him and grinned back. “Can you stay the night?”
“Yeah, I was planning on spending the night at Tony’s house anyway so my dad won’t expect me home.”
I smiled, “Good. Maybe we should go to bed now. I had a long day and am tired and would like to go to sleep.” I was teasing him.
Derrick looked at me and smiled, “If I go to bed with you, I doubt there would be much sleeping.”
I stood up and held my hand out to the boy. “I certainly hope not,” I told him.
Derrick took my hand and stood up and we walked upstairs to my bedroom. He still had not seen or noticed my other surprise for him. Derrick was right, there was very little sleeping that night. What we did left me sore and exhausted.
