MATURE HARDCORE
PICTURE GALLERIES
Clay, or, as she insisted the day I met her, Rita. Very,
very attractive woman. She was around 40, 15 years my senior, about
five-three, petite, very pretty. She had short black hair and striking
pale blue eyes. Small breasts, but firm, and very nice legs. She and
her husband lived a few units over from me, I saw them from time to
time, getting the mail, coming home from work.
I knew she lusted for me, her body language screamed it during those
brief encounters. Her husband was a total shit. I might be an arrogant
prick, but he was mean, stupid, and nasty. I barely knew them and he
talked to her like she was his dog. I was looking forward to hanging
horns on him. The second I saw her I knew I had to have her. I took
my time, there was no rush, I had plenty of action lined up and I could
be patient and savor that moment when I would enjoy this sweet little
treat.
That moment was now, I decided. She was wearing a white one-piece suit,
much too conservative for her still-ripe body. I stared at her through
my sunglasses, not caring if she noticed. She did, looking over at me
from time to time, checking me out, and seeing that I was checking her
out. Her neck flushed red. Yes, this wasn't going to be a problem at
all.
I got up and jumped in the pool and swam some laps. I swam until I saw
that the crowd around Rita had thinned out a bit. I got out of the pool,
my body glistening in the sun, and walked past Rita and her friends.
They looked at me, and I knew they liked what they saw, very much.
I lay down on a chaise lounge just a few spaces away from them.