Julia, Aged Like Fine Wine [M/F] [MILF]

I’d seen the woman around the neighborhood a few times, but up to that point I’d never actually talked to her. She was in her mid to late forties and to my twenty-five-year-old eyes, she looked no different than any other middle-aged woman. She lived a few houses down from me, and usually, when I saw her, the woman was working in her yard or walking around the neighborhood. Like any friendly people, the two of us waved if we noticed one another, but that was it. It wasn’t that she was unattractive or anything, I was just a young man who was interested in people my own age; therefore I didn’t see the woman in any sort of romantic or sexual way. Boy would that change.

It was really hot that summer and when I wasn’t working at the college, I spent my days inside sitting in front of the computer. For the last few months, I’d been working on what I hoped would turn out to be a novel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going so well. Some days the story came easy, but on others, it felt like pulling teeth. That day was one of the latter. So far I’d written two good paragraphs, but the rest of the morning had been spent deleting things or just staring at the screen. Finally deciding to give up, I turned off the computer and went into the living room. Reaching for the remote, I turned on the TV, hoping to find something good to watch when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be,” I wondered aloud.

Walking to the door, I opened it to find my neighbor standing there, and it was obvious the woman was flustered.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” she said embarrassed. “But I’m having an issue and I really didn’t know if I should call someone or not. Do you mind taking a look?”

“Not at all,” I told her, smiling. “Let me grab some shoes and you can tell me what’s going on while we walk.”

“That would be amazing,” she replied gratefully.

Several minutes later as we walked to her house, the woman, whose name was Julia, told me of how she’d been out in her backyard when she noticed water seeping up from the ground.

“I know it’s obviously a leak,” Julia explained. “But I’m not the handiest person in the world when it comes to these things, and plumbers charge so much. Besides, if you think you might be able to fix it, I’d rather pay you instead of someone else, if you don’t mind that is.”

“No worries,” I assured her. “My dad’s a pretty handy guy, and he made a point to pass that on to me. If it’s nothing too crazy, I’m sure I can get you fixed up.”

Julia smiled in appreciation, and I couldn’t help but notice how nice of a smile it was.

Shortly thereafter, the two of us stood in her backyard. As I assessed the situation, Julia was on pins and needles waiting for my verdict.

“I’m certain I can fix it,” I told her confidently. “But unless you have the supplies already, one of us might have to make a trip to the hardware store.”

“That’s fine,” Julia replied relieved. “I’m just happy you can do it. Let’s go look and see what I have.”

We spent the next little while searching Julia’s garage, but other than the few tools I’d need, she had zero plumbing supplies.

“Looks like the hardware store it is,” she said with a chuckle. “You wanna come along?”

“What man wouldn’t,” I said grinning. “But I should probably stay here and start digging. There’s no telling how far down your pipes go.”

“Fair enough,” Julia responded. “But I’ll need a list. Be right back.”

She went into the house to retrieve a pad and pen, and after I’d told her what was needed, I grabbed a shovel and headed for the yard. Half an hour later, the hole was dug, the leak was located, and Julia had returned. She watched with curiosity as I put the finishing touches on the task.

“See, that wasn’t so hard at all,” I told her as I wiped the mud off my hands. “I bet you could knock it right out if you ever needed to.”

Julia laughed. “I wouldn’t count on it, Brandon. I did well just to get the water turned off. Besides, with a strapping man like you around, why would I ever have to?”

I felt my cheeks go red at the woman’s compliment. Was she trying to flirt with me?

“Who can argue with logic like that?” I replied, pushing the thought out of my mind. “I’m just glad I could help you out.”

“Well, you definitely saved the day,” Julia said smiling. “Come on inside for something to drink. It’s too hot out here.”

As I followed her inside, Julia looked back at me over her shoulder. “Do you drink at all?” she asked. “On days like this, I love a nice, frosty margarita. I can fix you one too if you like?”

“That sounds pretty good to me,” I answered.

“Great,” she replied enthusiastically. “I’ll whip us up a couple, and then we can chat while we drink. In the meantime make yourself at home. The restroom is down the hall on the left if you need it.”

Feeling the urge, I decided to take the woman up on the offer and headed off to the bathroom. Then, once my business was done, I returned to the kitchen.

As Julia finished up with the margaritas, we made small talk. She mentioned her job as a physician’s assistant and told me about some of the interesting people she’d come across over the years. In turn, I told her about my job at the college and how I’d recently been working on a novel.

“That sounds exciting,” she said with interest while placing the glasses on the table. “How is that going?”

“Slowly,” I responded. “Some days are productive, and others not so much.”

“That’s too bad,” Julia said with concern. “I’m sure it can be hard to find the time to write with your work schedule and social life.”

“What social life?” I said with a grin. “I haven’t been on a date in months.”

Julia looked shocked.

“I have a hard time believing that,” she said finally. “A sweet, good-looking guy like you should have young ladies falling all over him.”

Ignoring the blush rising in my face, I laughed.

“Julia, you deal with all sorts of people. Surely you’ve noticed that most girls my age have a twisted sense when it comes to dating. As the saying goes, nice guys finish last.”

Julia took a drink of her margarita. As she did so, it looked like she was mulling something over in her head.

“There’s another saying you might’ve heard too, Brandon,” she continued finally. “The one about how older women make good lovers. Ever thought of that?”

I stopped mid-drink and placed my glass down on the table. My face was redder than ever, and I couldn’t even think of anything to say in response. Instead, I just sat there staring awkwardly at the woman.

“Sorry,” she said eventually breaking the silence. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Alcohol tends to loosen my lips a little too much. I promise I wasn’t trying to insinuate anything.”

We both knew that was a lie, but I wasn’t about to call her on it.

“No, it’s fine,” I told Julia nervously. “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. You just caught me unexpectedly.”

“You sure?” she asked tentatively.

“Absolutely,” I reassured her.

“Good,” Julia said relieved. “Except for the water leak, it’s been a great afternoon. I’d certainly hate to ruin it by making you feel like you were being hit on.”

“Even if that were the case,” I replied with confidence that seemingly came from nowhere. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t mind.”

This time Julia was the one caught off guard, but only for an instant.

“Is that a fact?” she asked as a devilish smile appeared on her lips. “Well then, maybe I was.”

We sat looking silently across at one another, the sexual energy starting to build in the air. For the first time, I allowed myself to look at Julia beyond what I had previously. Her blond hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, perfectly complemented the sun-tanned complexion of her face, and while the woman’s clothes were fairly lose-fitting, I was certain Julia’s figure underneath was firm, especially considering how her breasts hung as they strained against the fabric of the loose shirt.

“Now that the cats out of the bag,” she said without inhibition. “What should we do about it? We can either continue to sit here and drink while flirting with and ogling one another, or we can test that theory I had.”

Considering the two offers momentarily, I took a final drink of my margarita and then stood up.

“The drinks were really good, Julia,” I said calmly. “But I think the alternative is probably a lot better.”

Without a word, the woman stood up from the table and then beckoned for me to follow her down the hall. Once in her bedroom, I started to take off my shirt, but Julia stopped me.

“Wait,” she said quietly. “Let me take care of you.”

Without taking her eyes from mine, Julia slipped my shirt off. Then, she began rubbing her hands in slow circles on my chest as she tilted her head up to meet mine for a kiss. As our lips met, her tongue entered my mouth and wrapped itself around mine. We made out while our hands explored one another’s bodies, but after a moment the woman broke contact and then looked once more at me.

“Those girls are sure missing out,” Julia said, smiling seductively. “You’re a wonderful kisser, Brandon. But that’s ok, I’ll make you forget all about them.”

Julia reached down, undid my shorts, and then slid them and my underwear down. With my erect manhood now exposed, she began stroking it with one hand as she cradled my testicles with the other. Then without notice, she took all of me in her mouth.

Julia moved her mouth slowly up and down the shaft of my cock, using her tongue to stimulate the underside of it with each stroke. In the meantime, one hand continued to massage my scrotum while the other reached around and massaged my ass.

Even though I was by no means a virgin, I’d never had a blowjob as amazing as this, and before I realized it, I was on the verge of cumming. Julia must have felt me tense up, but instead of pulling me out of her mouth, she held me in all the way. As the wave hit, my seed erupted down her throat.

“Mmmmm,” the woman moaned as spurt after spurt shot from my pulsing cock.

Finally, my spasms subsided and Julia released her hold, pulling my spent penis from her mouth. She’d swallowed everything I’d given her without losing one drop.

“You doing okay?” she asked with a wink.

“More than okay,” I said still breathing heavily.

“That’s good to hear,” Julia replied. “We’re not even close to being done, so go lay on the bed for me to recover a little bit while I get undressed.”

Still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm, I made my way to the bed. As I lay there, I watched with eager eyes as the woman began to slowly disrobe. With each piece of clothing removed, I took stock of every new wonder that was revealed, and once the picture was complete, my eagerness had grown to sheer, hungry lust.

“I take it from the look on your face, Brandon, that you like what you see,” the woman said sensuously while slowly tracing a finger from between her breasts down to the neatly trimmed bush that adorned her sex.

“Very much so,” I answered with bated breath.

“Good,” Julia replied as she teasingly caressed the fur of her womanhood. “All those walks I take must’ve paid off.”

That was an understatement. The woman’s naked form was stunning, and the more Julia touched her pussy, the more my cock ached with its need to taste what she had to offer. The anticipation was becoming too much to bear and thankfully the woman came to join me on the bed. We wordlessly resumed our make-out session, and soon Julia took a firm hold of my erection.

“Mmmmm, Brandon,” she said stroking my throbbing cock. “It’s so big. I can only imagine how he’ll feel inside me.”

“No time like the present, Julia,” I told her with impatience. “Besides, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum again, and I can think of better places for that to happen.”

“Point taken,” she replied before kissing me once more. “I better not waste the opportunity. Lay back for me and I’ll take care of it.”

I did as instructed, and Julia straddled me, sandwiching my prick between her pussy and my abdomen.

“How’s that feel?” the woman asked curiously looking down at me.

“Better,” I said, enjoying the feel of her moistness on my shaft. “But still not enough.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” she assured me. “I’ll give you as much as you can handle, but if I don’t hold out just a little, the ride won’t be as good. Okay?”

With a nod, I relented and Julia began moving her hips slightly. As the woman ground her wet pussy into the shaft of my dick, small moans of ecstasy escaped her lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked teasingly.

“Yes, Julia,” I told the woman with effort. “It feels amazing.”

The woman smiled gratefully. “See, Brandon,” Julia said as she continued her gyrations. “Those young ladies don’t know the meaning of a slow burn. All they’re interested in is the thrill; put it in and pound it home. But…”

Julia’s voice trailed off as she bent over, offering her breasts to me, to which I willingly accepted; closing my mouth around her areola and nipple.

“Mmmm, baby,” she cooed. “Just like that. As I was saying, older women like me have learned there are more ways to please a man.”

Julia’s breathing become more labored as she moved her hips faster, before continuing.

“And it makes the pleasure sooooo much more enjoyable, uuuuhhhhh.”

With a shudder, the woman’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. As Julia’s body convulsed atop me, her pussy quivered as it slid along the length of my cock, releasing what felt like an obscene amount of liquid. Awestruck, I realized the woman had just squirted all over my lap, and the sensation only added to my desire. Momentarily, Julia’s climax began to subside and she leaned forward to kiss me hard; her tongue stroking mine in much the same way her hand had stroked my member earlier.

“See, baby,” she said, oozing lust. “Now we’re both good and warmed up. Ready for more?”

The twitch of my erection was the only answer Julia needed. Rising up on her knees, the woman positioned the tip of my phallus at the entrance to her soaked pussy, and then sat down. The fit was tight, and as Julia rode my prick, I had to constantly fight the urge to cum.

“Yes, Brandon,” the woman cried with pleasure as she slid up and down on me. “Your dick feels so good. I don’t think I could ever get enough of it.”

Julia’s pussy felt just as great, and I was more than willing to have it wrapped around my cock anytime she was ready. In the meantime, I was content as the woman continued to bob up and down on my length. With each pull of her snatch, wet sucking sounds issued forth from where our sexes joined, and the combination of these along with the visual image of Julia’s hairy cunt fucking my cock, started to push me close to the edge.

“I can’t stand it anymore, Julia,” I grunted. “I’m about to cum.”

With one final squelching thrust, the woman came to a stop on my lap. Then, after catching a momentary breath Julia began to grind her hips on me roughly.

“Cum for me, baby,” she urged through ragged breath. “Fill me up.”

Julia continued to ride me harder and faster. Shortly, the pressure in my groin began to build and I grabbed the woman’s waist before thrusting up into her with force.

“UUUnnnngggg,” I groaned as cum burst from my cock, coating Julia’s insides.

“Mmmm, fuck yes, Brandon,” the woman moaned greedily as my seed filled her. “Don’t stop. Give it to me. Uh, uh, uuuuhhhhh.”

As if my fluids weren’t enough, Julia’s orgasm brought with it a torrent of the woman’s own juices, and the sensation caused me to deposit more semen into her eager hole. For what felt like an eternity, the two of us existed only as one conjoined, shuddering mass. Finally, our combined orgasms subsided, and we lay there, both of us exhausted from the intensity of our sex.

“It’s ridiculous how good that was,” Julia said eventually. “I definitely wasn’t expecting that when I stopped by your house.”

“Me either,” I told the woman with a grin. “A man can get used to this kind of gratitude. I should be a helpful neighbor more often.”

Julia placed her hand on my spent member.

“Hmmm. If that’s the case, I’m sure I can find something for you to do,” the woman crooned as she stroked me back to life. “Unless you’re still only interested in younger women, that is.”

My cock now back at full mast, I mounted Julia, entering her once more. She moaned with pleasure as I slid all the way into her.

“Not a chance,” I replied, relishing the feel of her moist, warm pussy, “I think I’ve decided I like my women, as I like my wine. Aged to perfection.”

With that said, I began fucking my neighbor as hard as she’d fucked me, letting the woman’s cries of lust carry me on to the next pulse-pounding orgasm.

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