Mani Pedi (3)

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To say I was keyed up as I stood on Mrs. Huggins’ porch, preparing to ring the doorbell, is quite an understatement. I had been in a constant state of sexual arousal for the last twenty four hours or so, ever since she flaunted her exquisite breasts at me, and exposed her bare, glistening cunt to my view as I struggled to finish her mani pedi without embarrassing myself by cumming in my pants. The fact that she had massaged my cock with her feet as I lotioned her legs had not helped. Mercifully she had backed off before I cast discretion to the winds, threw her to the floor of the salon and fucked the daylights out of her in front of the few remaining clients and operators. “Why don’t we continue this at my home tomorrow afternoon,” she whispered. “Come over at 3:00.” “How did things go at the shop after I left?” my Mom had asked over dinner. “Everything was fine,” I said. As soon as I finished cleaning up the kitchen mess, I retired to my room, pleading weariness. Replaying Mrs. Huggins’ mani pedi in my mind, I jerked myself off three times before falling asleep. My sleep had been fitful, my dreams a libidinous mixture of Mrs. Huggins and her daughter, my former girlfriend Nancy, satisfying my every carnal desire. Somehow I had managed to divert myself through escort beylikdüzü the following day until the appointed hour arrived and I prepared to present myself at Mrs. Huggins front door. I had actually gotten to her neighborhood early, and had parked around the corner until 3:00 so as not to seem overanxious. As I sat in the car, waiting, I tried to tone down my rampaging imagination, largely without success. Yes, I was keyed up. After I rang the doorbell, I stood waiting. It probably seemed longer than it actually was, but the thought crossed my mind that perhaps Mrs. Huggins had second thoughts and did not intend to answer the door. And then the door swung open and she stood before me in the bottom piece of a too-small, flesh colored bikini. “Hello, John. Would you like to come in, or do you just want to stand there staring?” At a loss for words, I stepped in and swung the door closed behind myself. We certainly did not want the neighbors seeing what I thought was likely to happen next. Mrs. Huggins hugged me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Why don’t we go out to the pool for a while, John,” she said. I allowed that sounded like a good idea, and followed her through the house to the back yard and pool. “You are escort akbatı a bit overdressed, John. May I help you get more comfortable?” Mrs. Huggins said. She untucked my shirt from my Levis, unbuttoned it and slid it off of my shoulders. She slid her hands up my chest appreciatively and took my right nipple in her teeth as she grasped and pinched and twisted my left. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her to my chest, crushing her bare breasts and hard nipples against myself. We kissed deeply, long and hard. As we did, Mrs. Huggins reached down and grasped my cock through my pants and moaned her approval. Breaking the kiss, I said, “Let me get these pants off.” “That would be an excellent idea, I think,” Mrs. Huggins said. She turned, untied the bows on either side of her bikini bottom, dropped it onto the patio, and dove into the pool. By the time her splash died down, I had shed my shoes and pants, and dove into the water behind her. Mrs. Huggins swam to the shallow end of the pool and climbed out of the water. She turned to me, standing above me, and said, “John, I can’t tell you how much I have looked forward to this. I hope you don’t have any plans this evening because I think we are going be busy for quite a while. escort beylikdüzü Let’s go inside.” Grabbing one towel for herself and throwing me another from the poolside table, Mrs. Huggins smiled down at me, then turned and headed inside. I followed Mrs. Huggins through the house, into her bedroom. The bed was turned down, and she slid between the sheets and half propped herself up on an elbow, patting the bed beside herself. Not one to ignore such an invitation, I slid in next to her. As I lay on my back, Mrs. Huggins threw her leg over me and climbed aboard, stretching herself out, and sliding up to kiss me again. I don’t think I have given you a very good idea of what Mrs. Huggins looks like, other than that she was blonde, and of a stature and build similar to her daughter. Mrs. Huggins was five-foot, five inches tall, and weighed approximately 120 pounds, I would estimate. She had a beautiful figure, accented by breasts which stood out from her chest without appreciable sag, graced by small areolas and large, firm nipples. She had shaved her pussy, with small lips which plumped nicely with arousal, as I had observed during her mani pedi. She looked only slightly older than her daughter, Nancy, and as I have previously said, they could easily be mistaken for each other. Even on the close examination I was now giving her. Mrs. Huggins licked my face, then thrust her tongue into my mouth. As I reciprocated I wrapped my arms around her and gently slid her up and down, trying to find her pussy with my very anxious and erect cock.

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