Mature Coffee Girl

"Why?" she asked. "What can they offer? Drunken parties, neverending posturing and posing, working for minimum wage until I'm too old to have fun? I want to travel and live life with someone I like, someone who wants to really live, someone who knows what they've missed and isn't going to let life pass them by again. I want to live with you, Jim."

I didn't know what to say. I was absolutely speechless. Dana began rising and falling on my cock, slowly but steadily.

"Talk later, Jim. Let's do this now."

So I strolled around the apartment, being fucked again my new 'girlfriend'. First, she said she wanted me to make love to her on the couch so I took her into the living room. Then she changed her mind and wanted to do it in bed, so I carried her in there. Nope, she wanted to be fucked against the wall in the hallway but after a few frantic lunges she decided she wanted to celebrate our 'anniversary' and directed me to the center of the oval rug where I was instructed to get down on my hands and knees. Dana hung below me, arms and legs wrapped around me, and took me in a slow, grinding fuck, her body never once touching the carpet until I had filled her with my spunk.

I was exhausted but she refused to let me change my stance. Dropping to the carpet, she quickly scooted down and, grasping my cock with one hand and my balls with the other, pulled my slick cock into her mouth.

"Fuck it," she urged around my old meat, her eyes intense.

I wouldn't have thought I could stay hard without the juice, certainly wouldn't have believed I could come again, but I did. It took a while but I defy any man, I don't care how old he is, to not come with his dick inside a cute mouth like that.

Afterwards, "You can't be serious, Dana. You can't really want to drive around with an old guy like me."

"Age isn't important to me," she answered. She looked out the window for a moment before speaking again, looking me directly in the eye, "Unless you don't want to be with me, Jim."

"No, no. I mean, I like being with you. You're fun and you're a beautiful young lady. It's just that..."

"You're embarrassed to be seen with someone so young?"

"No. It's just... well, I guess it makes me a little uncomfortable."

"Nobody will know us. We'll just be like a father and daughter, on holidays."

"More like grandfather," I mumbled.

"Stop it," Dana laughed.

"When you visit your kids, I'll toodle around town and you can pick me up when you're done. They'll never know."

I nodded. What was I worrying about? I had a good pension starting within weeks. All I had to do was sell the house and I was free to go with no worries. What better offer awaited me?

"You'll get used to it and soon you won't even notice the difference in our ages."

"I'll get used to it," I echoed, not convinced by a long shot.

"Are you ready for some porridge," Dana asked.

"Yes. I'm starving."

"And some special coffee for Peter?" she tittered, looking down at my wasted willy.

"Yes. Perhaps you should stock the motorhome up with your special ingredients," I said. "I think it's going to be a long trip.​