Margaret’s hands were sweaty. She was certain that she’d not try this again. But the rush. Wiping her hand on the napkin she was satisfied her trail was covered. Regular gym night, she avoided Daniel joining her by using a women’s gym. Always a night owl. Freed her at least once a week for this, her outlet. Her husband was none the wiser, nothing to gain from knowing, it would blow their world apart. Made her happier, able to stomach the hum-drum life with a genuine smile, sustainable if she was careful. Oh but how the meetings fired her, shallow animal fucking devoid of anything but her need.
Her date arrived on time at the bar, saw her and waved – lol- 5 years and 10 kg after his profile picture, typical. These thirsty guys were never disappointed, as long as they came. Margaret had to manage a couple of profiles, juggle some handles to keep the stream up. Not all her photos were recent. Ideally she’d like a FWB but they got clingy. She couldn’t have that. He awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She took the wine bottle and two glasses from the bar. “Let’s get a booth” she led him. She shuffled forwards across the bench and she felt his hand on her ass through her skirt.
She didn’t mind, she’d been rev’ing him up all day, boob pic, crotch in panties, peekaboo, he knew what she wanted. She’d told him. In the dim booth he poured wine into the glasses, they sipped and decorously places them on the table. They kissed again, initially tentative, quickly hungry. Their tongues established a rhythm as she felt his hands on her breast. Even before penetrating her heavy lace bra the hand dropped to her crotch. Beneath the table she’d pulled her wide skirt hem to her waist, opened her legs as wide as possible. Unprotected by panties his fingers found her hot and wet and receptive.
She did adored Daniel and she’d wondered why she want to do this. She wasn’t craving love. She didn’t even get fond of the blokes. Daniel was loving, playful and adored her too. She just knew she had to.His fingers were deep in her core, little lapping sounds emanating from under the table, one of her hands in his hair, the other pushing him deeper.She dropped her hand to outline his hardness, finger looking for the zipper. “Get it out” she moaned in his mouth. He withdrew himself “here!?” “Yes” and he quickly complied. Their corner was private but there were people in the bar.
Sitting beside each other she sidles her leg on the seat, leaned forward stoking his cock, tip wet with slick arousal she thumbed around the head. He groaned at her touch and reached over “No” she stopped him “my turn”. Margaret sipped her wine, smiled and leaned forward. Taking the head between her lips, tongue snaking out below. Her mouth descended once and he squealed. She pulled off him “you’ve a car?” He nodded. “Here? Let’s go.” She got out her side of the booth, straightened her skirt and finished her glass while he fussed his erection away, zipping up. Out to the car park – “the big white one, at the back” he said. “The van?!”
Never get in a van, she giggled to herself, unless it’s your idea. The lights flashed as he went to the driver’s door. “What’s in it?” She went to the back. “Nothing, we, ah, move appliances in it”. She pulled open the huge door a tiny light showed a plywood floor and a neat pile of movers blankets. Margaret jumped up laughing. “Join me?” In no time they’d built a divan of sorts and he lay as she mounted him scudding forwards and backwards, her breasts hastily out the top of her bra, grazing on his whiskers. She shuddered approaching climax. He arched and she felt him come, shivering. Fuck, so close, she administered the coup to herself.
“Thanks, I’ve got to go” she stepped over him pulling her skirt straight. He was taken aback arranging pants again, now with visible wet patches. She opened the door, checked her phone -10pm, ok; message from Daniel, shit. “Can we, ah, meet again?” She clicked to the message, “I’ll be in touch, may not be for a while”. This was her code for “No”. Wasn’t the best and he sounded a little lovey-dovey. Daniel’s message “Off to bed, love you?️”. Ok.
After a short drive she was home, emptied her gym gear in the laundry, moistened with a little water from her bottle.
She stripped off and sidled to Daniel’s back, his breath regular and deep. She snaked her arm over his hip, this was his Achille’s heel. He rolled slowly onto his back. She held his cock as it engorged, once limp now thick and hard. She ducked beneath the covers. Drawing him in her mouth she dragged her nails between his nipples and he sighed.Daniel’s hand trailed down her back to her ass, squeezing and then lightly grazing her still raw wet pussy. He pushed her slowly over on her front, kissing behind her ear, cock bobbing against her thigh. “Good workout?”. “Yeah, you know the effect it has on me, can’t sleep.”.
He eased into her wetness, holding her thick hips, over 40 and still the sexiest woman he knows. He drives harder, lifting her hips to open her and allow his hand to strum her clit, she purrs. Her climax is urgent, and repeated. He pulls out and turns her over, his princess. Lifts one leg and drives in again, builds and groans dropping over her, in her, spent.Reaching the bedside table without pulling out he retrieves a wad of tissues, pulls out and wipes her down. “Love you Daniel”“Love you Margaret”He pulls up the covers. He does love her. He knows where she’s been, knows what she does. She’s his princess. END