I was all set to play at another party. I put my guitar away and sang the first few songs without really thinking about it. While I was doing that, I took a quick look around the café to see who was coming in. I was actually making fun of the women. The fifty-something who were decked out and had made an extra effort to go out that evening. Then I saw her standing there. I’d say she was in her early 60s, with a few gray hairs, and she was nodding shyly as I looked at her. She had a lovely face, but I couldn’t see her body because of the crowds.
Later on, I saw her on the dance floor with her somewhat drunk husband. I looked at her and saw that she was a bit shy, which made me think she wasn’t used to this kind of thing. She was wearing tight pants with a jacket, and her white shirt was stretched tightly across her full, heaving breasts. The twinkle in her eyes showed that she liked my flirtatious gaze. During the intermission before the last set, she was at the bar, so I went up to get a drink with her. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Roxy and that she’d enjoyed the music.
When I thanked her for that, I put my hand on her forearm. As she leaned toward me to say in my ear that I had a fine voice, she let me see a bit of her cleavage. As she was getting a bit flustered, her husband came over and asked for a business card from the band. Two weeks later, after a quick chat, I realized I was on the phone with her. She asked if I could play at a BBQ party at their house. It was a small-scale event, so I went out on my own that Saturday. They welcomed me, it turned out to be a nice couple who were having a party because he had turned 65. I was chatting with him when she changed clothes and came walking into the garden in a tight flowered dress that showed off her full hips, belly, and breasts. I was in my mid-thirties and I was really excited to see this older woman. Her husband noticed too and asked me, “Is she not beautiful?”
I avoided the question and started getting my things ready. The evening was coming to a close, and there had been about 20 people. The couple was in the garden, and I was putting my guitar in the case. Roxy and Fred were waiting while I loaded my stuff into my car, and I noticed his hand rubbing her bottom, and she was trying her best to avoid it. We went inside, and Fred gave me my allowance. I shook Roxy’s hand and got a kiss on the cheek. That was when Fred said, “Go on.” I looked at him, he said, “I saw how you looked at my wife…” “Go on.” I kissed her cheek. She reacted shyly and said, “Don’t do it, Fred.”
“Go on.” I took her head in my hands. I kissed her, and she kissed me back right away. When my hands went to her buttocks, she stopped me. She licked my face as I pulled up her dress and pushed her crotch against my erection. She was sweaty under her dress, and as I pushed her against the wall, she said, “Let’s go to the shower.”
The bathroom next to the kitchen was old and had been converted into a storage room. As we went in, she undressed. The door was left open because Fred was watching. Her wide hips, heavy breasts, and firm legs gave me a bit of a hard-on. She asked again if her husband was okay. As I undressed, she stroked her crotch while her wet, curly hair changed color and fell stylishly over her head. I grabbed her breasts, which were quite large and sagged a bit, and pinched her nipples. I could also feel her wet crotch. She was eager and guided my cock toward her crotch. As I thrust, I noticed that she was looking at her husband standing in the doorway. The hot shower, her wet, delicious body, and especially her twinkling eyes made me feel like I was close to orgasm. Before I knew it, I was filling her up.
She gave me a proud look. I washed her body with soap, and we kissed and touched each other. As I stood behind her, I fondled her breasts, turned her toward her husband, and began stroking her crotch. I gave her wet clit some attention, and we watched Fred drop his pants and take care of business. He came pretty quickly and squirted his seed over the threshold into the bathroom and disappeared. Not long after that, Roxy’s breathing got pretty heavy, she threw her head back against my shoulder to cum pretty strongly. After a somewhat uncomfortable shower for two people who had unexpectedly enjoyed each other, I dried off and left for home, where my wife was waiting for me.
