Mature Coffee Girl

More effective? Dana turned away, picked up her own coffee, took a big sip, and put it down. She looked at the TV but within twenty seconds it went into commercials. Dana dropped her face into her arms again on the rug and lifted her ass, higher this time, obviously putting on a show. I forgot about her strange statement.

Was she rewarding me for this afternoon? Did she know I usually sneaked a few peeks in at her ass when she was making my coffee at the shop? She must, or why else would she do this? I felt cheated, in a way, because I hadn't expected anything other than her youthful companionship for the day. I wasn't that bad a guy. Get up and leave, I told myself again. I took another long pull from the mug. I should finish her coffee, anyway. There was no point in being rude.

God, look at that gorgeous thing. What a wonderful little ass. She was really getting to me. I had a boner like I hadn't had for years and years. It felt huge. Fortunately, I hadn't worn tight jeans for even longer so I was able to push my hardon down one leg of my cargo pants. It made an impression on my right thigh, pressing up against the material, but Dana wasn't looking at me and probably couldn't see it from down on the floor anyway. I took another swig. I better drink up and get out of here before I really embarrassed myself and came in my pants. Lord Jesus, that is a lovely little ass!

I tipped my head back and drained the mug, ignoring its heat. I was about to take my leave when the show came back on. Dana dropped her belly to the rug and lifted her head.

"It's back on. This is one of my favorite episodes, Jim. I'm glad you're here to watch it with me."

I was stuck. I sat with the empty mug in my hand, watching the show for a few seconds, then gazing at Dana's body for longer. She had moved her feet apart again which squeezed her cheeks together. I found my eyes straying down between her thighs and the juncture of her legs. I knew what was pressing against the stretchy pants there and it made my cock even harder to think about nudging its tip against that puffy softness. Jesus Jim, you're going to make a real fool of yourself. She doesn't mean anything, she isn't sending you any messages. What would this cute little thing want with an old coot like you? Just watch the show and get out with your dignity and this new friendship intact.

Despite my resolution, I was caught with my eyes squarely on Dana's ass when she turned around and asked me to throw her a cushion. I did as she asked but blushed profusely.

"Hey, take it easy, Jim. I told you, I like it when you look at me. It makes me feel good."

Dana was watching the show again. The pillow remained on the floor beside her hips. I don't know why she had asked for it. Maybe it was just an excuse to turn around and catch me in the act of ogling her young body. Well, so what if it was? She had pretty much invited me to do just that. Did she get off on it? Was she getting herself worked up for a boyfriend due to arrive shortly after she got rid of me? That made some sense, at least more than her wanting to do it with me.Ok, then. I'll take the free show.

I let my eyes roam all over Dana's young body. She didn't raise her ass up again but there was plenty of titillation in her still form. When was the last time I had been in an intimate situation with such a young woman? It had to be more than thirty years when I was near the same age. I could only imagine how smooth and taut the skin over her belly would be, similar but tauter than her slender arms which I could see. Her bare feet looked so dainty that it was hard to imagine them locked in intense ecstasy around my waist. Hard, but not impossible. Jesus Murphy, my right hand was on my pants, rubbing my cock. I tried to lift it away but it wouldn't move. It was stuck, as if it was glued to my pants. Oh Christ, the show was over. Dana had turned to look at me. She was smiling. Was she laughing? Why couldn't I move? No, she's just smiling, pleased.

Her legs moved together and she lifted her pelvis again. I stared as she pushed the cushion under herself before lowering her belly onto it. Her head was on the rug again but this time her face was turned back and she was still watching me with that satisfied smile. Was she going to tell me to go because her boyfriend was coming?

Dana's hands were at her waist, her thumbs hooking inside the waistband of the stretchy pants. She was pushing them down. I gulped. She was pushing them down! My hand was still rubbing my cock and her eyes were now on it. God, the pants seemed to descend so slowly but when they crested the summit of her buttocks they quickly snapped down to the base of her cheeks. The secret of the sculpturing ability of the stretchy pants was revealed: Dana wasn't wearing any panties. There was a thong circling her waist that disappeared between her cheeks which held their supple shape despite the lack of any assistance from that skimpy garment.

Thank you, young lady, for letting me see such youthful beauty before I'm gone without having to resort to the tackiness of a paid situation. I am forever in your debt.

Dana lifted herself up onto her knees and pulled the pants down to the same, presenting her naked buttocks divided by that incredibly sexy crease between. Her knees moved apart and the heavenly appearance of her pussy, covered and accentuated by the wide part of the thong, blessed my old eyes. My cock lurched in my pants.

Dana spoke. Her head was still on the rug, twisted awkwardly back so she could watch the effect of her revelation.

"Take it out, Jim. I want to see it."

I wouldn't have thought she could see it the way I was sitting but I guess the position and motion of my hand made it obvious. Strangely, that was the last thing I wanted to do. How could I unlimber my old cock in the presence of this perfection? It would look simply ridiculous and inadequate. Did she want to see the old fool come, to laugh about it when her boyfriend plugged her with his youthful tool? Well, alright then. I couldn't walk anyway, and to hell with dignity. I slipped my belt undone, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and fished out my old cock. It wasn't so bad, just old looking. In fact, it looked healthier than it had for at least a decade.

"Oh Jim," Dana exclaimed.

I waited for her to say more but she didn't. Her hands were at her hips, grasping the waistband of the thong, pulling it down, tugging it out from her crack and then down her thighs to her knees. Her pussy was bare. Was it wet, or was that just my imagination running wild?

"Put it in," Dana whispered loudly. "I want to feel it inside me."

I was stunned. Put it in? She wanted me to put it in her?

I couldn't move. My hand held my cock upright and a little forward toward Dana's pussy. I was at the ready but I couldn't move.

"Fuck me, Jim," Dana whispered, more quietly this time but with far greater urgency.

She didn't need to say it twice. I lunged forward and fell on my knees, lurching ahead off-balance, stopping myself with my hands on Dana's back. I fell so far forward my hands skidded to her shoulders and the topside of my cock slapped the crack of her ass.

"Quick," Dana cried. "Put it in," she urged. "Put it in!"

I grabbed my shaft with my right hand and pulled it up, guided the tip to her softness, rubbed it through her moist slit several times, and pushed slowly inside, reveling in the thrilling entry of the tightest pussy I'd encountered for decades. God, she was tight. Tight but incredibly slippery. She was squeezing over my shaft so tightly her inner muscles felt like the rings of a slinky scraping along my cock.

"Oh God, Dana," I groaned, stretching the moan out for the entire length of my entry. "Dana!" I cried again when I was all the way in, my legs trembling with sheer ecstasy, but Dana had turned her face into the rug.

I started to fuck her with slow, full-length strokes, desperate to feel her clinging muscles along my whole cock again and again. She didn't respond at first but then began pushing herself back each time I started a return thrust. This girl wasn't going to just get fucked, she was going to fuck me too. I was moaning like an old fool. Her cunt was too exquisite for words to describe. I couldn't remember feeling anything like it before, even my first time which was, truth be known, no longer in my memory banks.

I was heaving heavily into Dana now, my thighs slapping loudly into hers. Her head was moving back and forth on the rug with each lunge and I became concerned about her neck so I grasped her shoulders and lifted her torso up. I slid even deeper within her, causing a blast of sensations that was too hard to handle. I began slamming uncontrollably against her butt and found it strangely thrilling how her head jerked forward with each upward slam. Faster now, her head lolling around. I slid my hands off Dana's shoulders and along her arms until I was holding her by her wrists. She fell forward and I lurched against her backside, thrusting hard, ramming.

"Dana, Dana, Dana," I cried, coming, coming hard, thrusting, giving it to her as best I could.

Had I come too soon? I hadn't noticed, in my frenzy, whether or not she had come too. I was leaning over her, straddling her little body, my cock dangling above her bottom, dripping cum, but amazingly, still hard. How? I hadn't ...

Dana's bottom rose up to meet me, squirreled around my dripping tip, and pushed her pussy back onto my shaft. I hung over her, exhausted, like an old bull, too tired to rut, too tired to even move. Dana's pussy was shoving up and down, squeezing along my shaft, in and out, fucking, fucking.

"Dana, I..."

"Shhhhh. Don't talk."

I shut my mouth and tried to push down to make it easier for her. I couldn't believe I was still hard but was thankful for it. The least I could do for this beautiful girl was make her come. I wanted to turn her over, to sink my face between her legs, to eat her. That was something I never really liked to do and had only done for my wife when I wanted a blow job which was at best an annual experience. But now, I really wanted to lick Dana's sweet pussy for a long time, to tease her lovingly, to make her come as hard as she had just made me.

Dana was exhaling harshly, almost grunting, with the effort of lifting her hips up to meet me. I lowered my hips, slowly pushing her down onto the cushion which, surprisingly, was still in place. I squeezed Dana to the floor but her hips didn't stop bucking for a single instant and she emitted a constant series of moans and groans. Invigorated, I began thrusting hard and deep, literally shoving myself inside her.

Yeah, oh yeah, I want to fuck you so hard, again, beautiful girl.

Dana's hips were churning frantically, reaching back and barely allowing me any room to throw my cock into her. I was plugged so deep inside my bone barely exited an inch but to me it still felt like a full thrust on the way back in.

"Oh yeah!" Dana yelled, a cry that turned into a long wail.

Her thighs quivering and pussy vibrating, I now knew she hadn't come before, at least, not like this. It took a long minute or so for the tension to drain from Dana's body and it returned sporadically but briefly in miniature spasms for several more minutes. I tried to keep my weight off her but she wouldn't let me remove my cock for at least ten minutes more.

Eventually, I fell onto my side, propped myself up on an elbow, and ran my fingertips up and down Dana's ass and the back of her thighs down to her knees. Everything would end soon and I would have to leave though I didn't want to. I wanted to stay, to see her completely naked, to hold and kiss and caress her whole body. Maybe she would let me go down on her before I left. I knew this was a one-time lark for her and that was fine with me; I would take it for what it was. Dana turned onto her side, facing me. My hand slipped onto the front of her thighs and then fell limply to the rug.

"I don't know what to say," I said, feeling a little awkward. Wasn't she the young, inexperienced one here? Shouldn't she be feeling the way I was?

"Say thank you, Dana," she replied, amused.

"Thank you, Dana," I complied.

"Thank you, Jim," she laughed, looking at my spent soldier and reaching down to grasp it.

"He's done for now," I said. "I can't believe he did as well as he did."

"He doesn't look done for," Dana purred, her soft, delicate fingers stroking me, sending wonderful sensations up and down my shaft.

I felt it but had to look to believe it. She was right! My cock was still quite hard, allowing her hand to easily move up and down its length.

"I can't believe it," I said. "He hasn't had that kind of ambition for a long time."

"I'll tell you a secret, Jim. I put a little motivator in your coffee. He's going to be hard for hours yet."

"You put..."

"Uh huh," Dana whispered, shifting herself closer to me, maintaining her hold on my cock, and urging my body up so she could slide underneath me.

I rolled up onto my knees and Dana curled her legs behind my back, digging her heels in and lifting her whole body up from the ground. She found my tip with her swollen pussy and slid onto my old worn shaft. Worn, but not worn out, as the next twenty minutes proved, and we weren't finished yet.

I stayed the night and I did lick Dana's sweet pussy. I was surprised how much I liked doing it. I loved how absolutely horny she became after I patiently kissed and nibbled and licked her pussy for a long, long time. The sounds she made and the involuntary reactions of her body were tremendously thrilling. I loved it, absolutely loved it. When she tried to put her mouth on me afterwards, I pushed her away. I wanted no 'payment' and couldn't handle anymore, anyway. I fell asleep, thoroughly sated and intensely happy.

Of cours, it was sunny the next morning; a perfect morning to follow the perfect night. An early riser, I expected to have time to watch Dana as she slept and to enjoy the sight of her waking up but she was already up and gone. Well, she worked in a coffee shop. It made sense that she would have to be at work early but how she managed to leave without waking me was a mystery.

I listened carefully for signs of her presence on the hope that she was still here and hadn't yet left for work but I was disappointed. After yesterday and last night, to have to skulk off without an intimate goodbye, was a huge let-down. To have to meet in public, feeling awkward and unable to express how I felt about this special time with this amazing young lady, to assure her that I knew it was a one-time thing and she didn't have to worry about me thinking otherwise, well, I just wish it had happened another way.

Oh well, that's life. What did I expect? For her to to get up and express her undying love, to announce s sudden deep sexual need for retiring old coots?

I got up and looked around for my clothes. What a laugh. They must be still strewn around the living room. I walked to the door, stark naked, scratching my right butt cheek. I turned into the bathroom and took a long leak, washed my hands and splashed water on my face, smoothed my unruly hair back with wet fingers, and toweled myself dry. I looked for some mouthwash but didn't find any. Well, I'd better get dressed.

As I walked out the short hallway I saw that Dana had forgotten a pot boiling on the stove. I turned it off. Silly kid. It was boiling water, barely boiling but still, once it went dry, the pot handle could catch fire. I know; I'd done it myself. There were two paper pouches on the stove next to the burner: packaged porridge. Porridge? I chuckled. That girl really was unique. I hoped she would let me be around her in some capacity but I cautioned myself to approach her only if she gave signs that I was welcome. Should I see her today, or was that too soon?

I looked down at myself. Finally, I was soft. My poor willy had really got a working over last night. Whatever she had put into my coffee had lasted until well after midnight. It made me wonder. For the last two weeks I had become erect within minutes of leaving the coffee shop but only when Dana was working. Was it possible she had been slipping that stuff into my coffee? I shook my head and looked down at my willy again. I spoke aloud, "You're going to miss her aren't you?"

"Miss who?"

I jerked my head up and around and stared into the living room. Dana was sitting in the middle of the oval rug, stark naked, in some kind of yoga posture with her hands pressed firmly together in front of herself. Her eyes were closed.

"Miss who?" she repeated.

"I... uh, I ..."

"Did you say, 'miss her'?"

"Um..."

"Do you always talk to your dick?" she asked, standing in one fluid motion and walking toward me, her small breasts bouncing perkily and her thighs moving slowly about the narrow strip of hair covering her pussy. She was gorgeous. "Or, do all older guys do that?"

"No," I laughed, it's a little quirk of my own, I think, though I can't speak for others.

"Do you have long conversations?" Dana laughed.

"No, we don't share the same politics," I answered.

"Did you at least ask him, whatever his name is, what he wants for breakfast?"

"Peter doesn't like porridge," I replied.

Amazingly, my old stallion was standing up for himself without any artificial assistance. He had already reached half-mast by the time Dana stood in front of me.

"Well, then maybe he'll like this."

Without warning Dana leapt onto me, throwing her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I stumbled back and bounced off her small fridge.

"Dana... Jesus... I almost fell. You should have warned me."

Dana was shrieking with glee. She stifled my protest with kisses, her mouth enveloping my lips. Within seconds, her face twisting on mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth and the merry embrace quickly became sexual. My hands, which had wrapped around her back, slid down to cup her buttocks and when my fingers naturally stretched inward to find her labia, her arms tightened like a vice around my neck and her tongue probed even deeper. My cock attained full mast and I felt rather proud of myself.

"I thought you'd gone in to work," I gasped, trying to recapture my breath from the length of the kiss and the strain of holding her despite her light weight.

"I was supposed to," she said, latching onto my lips again.

Coming up for air again, I panted, "Did you call in sick?" I asked, wondering how long we had.

Dana had briefly loosened her legs, just long enough to swing out to let my stiff cock flip up so she could pull back in and trap it between us. Now, she squished her lips against my rod and rubbed up and down my shaft. She proved her youthful flexibility then by pulling her knees up and curling her feet around my hips, in effect, squatting vertically over my chest and stomach. She raised herself up until the tip of my cock was nestled in her slit.

"No, I quit."

Down she came, sliding over my shaft, her cunt reluctantly accepting the invitation she had offered without prior consultation.

"You quit?"

"Yeah," she panted. "I don't want to work anymore. I want to travel with you."

On that note, Dana plopped all the way down. I was now fully extended inside her. She loosened her grip around my neck and hung back a little, smiling at me.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You want to ride around the country with me?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes," Dana nodded enthusiastically, rising up, almost off before dropping to ensconce my manhood again to emphasize her confidence in her decision.

"But I'm, I'm an old man."

"I don't care," she laughed, once more executing a lovely confirmation.

I shook my head. "You should be with young guys."​