Tom waved.
“Hi Katie! How’s the sun?” He was weeding his garden. It took late afternoon sun straight into sunset and the sun was just beginning to take over the edge of the loose dark soil.
“Hot. I gotta sweat this off if I can’t walk it off.” Truth was she didn’t care. She felt good. And watching him work was a nice addition to her tanning time.
“Yeah, whatever. Where are your hooligans?”
“Their dad’s for the weekend. Should be back tomorrow evening.”
“You want company on your walk later? Then I’ll take you down to Sully’s for dinner?”
She was shocked that a single guy fresh from college might ask that. She was edging on her 44th birthday. But it might be fun. “Sure.”
Tom knocked on her back door around 7:30. He’d most likely hopped the fence again. Her 15 year old son thought it had become something to emulate. Scratched his leg pretty good the first time he’d tried to do the same, but was improving. “You ready K? I’m hungry.”
“You gotta walk first. Two miles. To the park and back.”
They rounded the side of the house and took off down the lightly travelled street. Tom was tall and muscular. Athletically inclined, he easily kept pace with Katie. She had been increasing her pace all summer, she usually finished her walk in a light sweat but they’d have to go a bit slower if they were going to eat afterward.
Conversation centered on the neighbors, the kids in the area, and Tom’s plans for the house he’d just bought. He was good with his hands and rarely needed assistance with his work, but still made time to have Katie’s son work with him. She steered the topic to Tom. “So. Why hang out with a chubby mom?”
“You looked good today. Just a whim.”
Katie had a momentary wave of excitement rush over her. “Nonsense. You were hoping I’d pay for your supper.” They laughed.
Nearing the edge of the park now, Tom said, “Let’s continue on a bit.” He charged on through the long grass to the flower garden. “I want to show you something.” He disappeared into the hedge.
Katie walked around to the entrance of the garden, but had lost sight of him. “Tom?” The lowering of the sun behind the trees cast shadows around the garden. He reached out, grabbed her arm, barking her name.
“Aaaaah!” She fell to the ground, landing on him in the topple. Her leg brushed his groin, revealing the start of an erection she’d not expected.
“Sorry.”
He brushed her hair away.
“Don’t be,” he said. She grinned. He was much stronger than he looked. She was certain he could move her with ease if he wanted. His hand came to rest on her hip. “It worked out better than I could have hoped.” He rolled her to her back and kissed her.
Conflicted for a moment, she paused, then responded. Katie pushed back a bit, rolling him over and kicked her leg over to straddle him. She rocked slowly against him, wary of who may walk around the hedge, yet the possibility excited her. She arched her back, tossing her hair in concert with her hip gyrations.
Tom looked up at her and slid his hands under her shirt to her soft midsection. He didn’t flinch as she did, but pushed back up with his manhood to focus her attention. She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on the pressure he delivered. His hand moved to her thighs. He squeezed her pudgy points, lifting her slightly from the ground. His hands traced her hips to her waist line. He unsnapped her red shorts as he rolled her aside.
Now on her shoulder blades, he pulled her shorts and underwear up to her knees, burying his face in her juices. He circled her clitoris with his tongue, sucking and nibbling at it as her legs came around his head, locking him in with her shorts and a slight squeeze. Her squeals of enjoyment were hard to hold in. She bucked her hips and dug her shoes into his back as her first orgasm hit hard. Her legs quivered, and small spray of her excitement hit his bottom lip and tongue.
She gasped and he grunted. He shucked her body from his shoulders. As she lay there trembling, he pulled his belt free, popped his fly, exposing his dripping penis. Her eyes watched as he slowly stroked it, preparing to use it on her. “I’m going to do that to you again. With this.” His confidence pushed her to action.
She sat up, lifted her shirt, and revealed her heavy chest. She tossed her shirt and bra aside, then finished removing her shorts and underwear. “I want to ride you first.” She shoved him back, straddled him, and guided his dick into position as she lowered onto him.
Facing his feet, she looked back over her shoulder as she rode him into the deepest parts of her. Up and down, bucking her hips, she rocked hard then softly, milking different parts of him with muscles she knew he hadn’t felt in school. He smacked her ass, watching it shake until contact with his body. He smacked it harder and she yelped, but never lost her rhythm.
He rubbed her back as she rode, sitting up to reach through and knead her hanging masses. Her moans increased as he pinched her nipples, his pokes and prods being directed by her motion. His eruption came quickly, painting her insides as she struggled to finish in time with him.
Standing, his seed spilled out of her, running down her leg. She laid across him, waiting for round three under the moonlight. Supper be damned.