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“This guy took some girl.”

“Oh definitely, they should hang him.” I’d heard about it. The case was in Staten Island. It was on all the news channels, even the national ones.

“I’m Mandy from Duluth.” She stuck out her hand. It was wet from her glass. “Ooops, sorry.”

“Matt from Brooklyn.”

“Are you really from Brooklyn? You don’t sound like how I expected someone from Brooklyn to sound.”

“No, I’m originally from near Charlottesville, Virginia.”

We started talking. I ordered a second drink, and one for Mandy. One thing led to another. “Matt, you’re awful young, but I’m a long way from Duluth. Can I interest you in finishing your drink upstairs in my room?”

I was young and you might think naïve, but I was certain that Mandy from Duluth wasn’t inviting me to her hotel room for just a drink.

Mandy was short and round. I hadn’t noticed sitting at the bar. I didn’t notice until she stood up. Definitely not my type, but I was intrigued by her age, which apparently was close to fifty. It had been a while for me: weeks.

In the elevator, we kissed. It was a little awkward. Mandy had her bag in one hand and her drink in the other. Still, Mandy stuck her tongue in my mouth.

“My room is big with a nice view of the park. I hope you like it.” She unlocked the door with one of those credit card-like keys.

No sooner had the door closed than she put her glass and bag down, and her arms were around me. “Matt, let’s not have any misunderstanding, I brought you up here for one reason. I need to get laid. It’s been a long time. Help me with my dress.”

When her dress fell to the floor, Mandy was standing in front of me in her slip. She took off her shoes. “Are you going to join me? Or do you want me to help you?” She giggled and got on her knees.

“I can do it myself,” I put my hands on my belt buckle.

“Well, okay. I’ll be waiting in bed. Matt, I hope you don’t make me wait too long,” she smiled.

She got off her knees, finished undressing and got on the bed. I watched as I kicked off my shoes.

Like I said, most of the girls I’d been with were young and beautiful. None of them had an ass like Mandy’s. Okay, she had a fat ass. I suppose I should have anticipated that given her age, although Gloria McFadden was slim.

Soon I joined her in bed. Mandy’s hand went right to my cock. “Hmmmmmm, this is what I wanted. The moment I saw you in the bar, I had a feeling that you’d have what I needed. Maybe you’d like these?”

She guided my hand to her tits and smiled. “I have to tell you; they were much firmer when I was young.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, but I’m sure a boy likes you wants more than tits. Hmmmm, and you’re hard already. I forgot how it is for a young boy.” She took my hand off her tit and guided it between her legs.

She was already wet and of course, at her age, furry. “Ummmm, Mandy, I don’t get this opportunity too often, but I’d love to eat your pussy.” I had no thought that I’d ever see her again. Why not take a chance?

She laughed while still stroking my hard cock. “Matty, you’re so adorable. That’s very kind of you, but I doubt a young man knows how or could satisfy a woman like me. Why don’t you get on top of me?”

I kissed her tits, “hmmmmmmmm, I’ll give you credit for knowing how to do them.”

My tongue played with a nipple. While a finger found her clitoris. Involuntarily Mandy’s wide ass started to move. “Maybe you do know what you’re doing but remember I’m not a teenager with a teenage pussy.”

“Thank you, Mandy, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I went down on her.

No, she wasn’t a real blonde; not that I cared, but she was furry. For the next hour, as Dr. McFadden taught me, my face was buried in her bush. My hands held each ass cheeks, while her hands held my head, and her thighs crushed my face.

Her hips and that ass fucked my face. Fucked it harder when I did her clitoris. It was significantly bigger than Gloria’s and seemed to become stiffer when my lips sucked on it. “OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, MATT, OOOOOH MATT.”

I tried to come up for air. “Please, Matt keep doing me like that. Please.”

Her second orgasm seemed more intense, which led to, “Matt, come up here and fuck me. My husband hasn’t done that to me in ages. Please, I want your cock.”

It didn’t bother me that she was married. It’s not like I’d seduced her or anything. It did bother me that my tongue had to leave the warmth and sweetness of her pussy.

Unlike, those teenagers and twenty-year-olds, Mandy knew how to fuck; how to move her ass. Of course, she had a lot more ass to move. “Thank you, Matt. Your tongue felt so good; so much better than I expected for a boy your age, and now your cock. Fuck me good.”

I don’t know who was fucking who, but we bounced and rolled around the bed. “Mandy,” I whispered in her ear, “your pussy was so sweet.”

“Matt, a girl likes to hear words like that. Tell me again.”

“Why don’t you let me have a little reminder? I started to get off her and slide down.

“Ummmmmm, are you sure. My pussy is pretty juicy right now.”

“Sweet and juicy.”

I got between Mandy’s legs and started again. She was right, her pussy was slick and juicy. “You’re so sweet,” I mumbled. “Your pussy is so tasty.”

Like the first time, I ate and ate and Mandy had a number of orgasms.

Later we fucked; she insisted.

“Matt, I can’t remember having a better night. I have a ten o’clock meeting. Can I talk you into staying the night?”

“Do I get more of your sweet pussy in the morning?” I smiled.

“If you want, but after what you did to me, you deserve a blowjob.”

I slept with my hand on a tit.

My hours at work were flexible. Getting in at ten wasn’t a big deal.

Mandy was just coming out of the shower when I woke up. “Matt, I promised you a blowjob, but just in case you got the urge to remind yourself of how sweet my pussy tasted, It’s nice and clean for you.”

I didn’t get that blowjob; not that I minded. After my tongue massaged her clitoris, inducing another orgasm, Mandy insisted on fucking.

I‘d no sooner finished, “Matt, I do have that ten o’clock meeting. I need to go. I’m staying here tonight if you want to meet me in the bar about 5, I still owe you that blowjob.”

I had time to take a shower before I went to work. No one noticed that I was wearing what I wore yesterday. Same shirt, same tie, same jacket.

I thought that before I met Mandy, I’d have a chance to get home to Brooklyn, change and get back to her hotel.

I didn’t. A meeting ran later and there was no way I’d get to Brooklyn and back in time. Yes, she might have been old and not all that attractive, but she was very willing to let me eat her and as she said, she owed me a blowjob.

She was at the bar when I arrived. “Matt, I’m so glad you decided to come. I thought we might have a drink in my room. I ordered a Dewar’s for you. Room service will bring it up.”

“Did I mind? Mandy, I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

She giggled, and whispered in my ear, “upstairs, you’ll have to tell me what you’ve been looking forward to.”

Perhaps the average guy might tell her that he was looking forward to the blowjob she’d promised. Not me. We had the elevator to ourselves, I bent over, and whispered, “I didn’t get much work done today, all I could think about was your incredibly tasty pussy.”

I don’t know how you women react to that, but once in her room, Mandy couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough. In minutes, she was lying on the bed, spread eagle. “Matt, this is what you wanted, right?”

Her furry bush was right there, waiting. I had my tie and jacket off; kicked off my shoes and joined her in bed; between her legs.

She laughed, “you really do like it, don’t you?”

I was kissing her furry pubic bone all over. “Maye the best way to show you, is . . .”

My tongue started. Her pussy was as sweet as last night and this morning. Her orgasms as intense.

Later I did get that blowjob, and another one in the morning. Before we left, “Matt, I fly home to Duluth this afternoon. I get to New York once every few months, maybe two or three times a year. I’d love to see you next time I’m here.”

I gave her my phone number. Just let me know when you’re coming. I hope you plan on letting me . . .”

Mandy kissed me on the mouth. “You’ll have to tell me how sweet my pussy is.”

The truth was, I really didn’t expect to hear from her. Our age difference; she was married. She lived in Duluth, who knew if she’d really get back to New York.

A couple of people in my office noticed; a few people I regularly saw on the elevator or in the coffee shop noticed. I was wearing the same clothes I had on Wednesday and Thursday.

TO BE CONTINUED

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