Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

Wiley wondered if he drank all night. He wondered if the man ever drew a sober breath.

"Was she good?" Trina asked, interrupting his thoughts. "As good as me?"

"Huh?"

"Don't tell me you spent the afternoon alone."

Wiley scowled down at her, but that only made her giggle. He finally grinned and went up to his room. He guessed he couldn't really blame Trina with what she had to grow up with. She'd probably end up with a guy like her father, or on the hook, like Edie. And that would be a damn shame.

He shaved, showered and lay on the bed, nude. It was ten-thirty. He hoped he could sleep. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a big day.

The shower had done him some good. His body didn't feel so tired. He heard the door opening and drew a sheet over the lower part of his body. It was Laura Fine. She frowned at him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Well…"

"What is it?"

"Is Trina here?"

"No. I just saw her downstairs in the lobby a few minutes ago. She must be around somewhere."

"I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl." She hesitated.

"You can look around if you want to," Wiley said. "She isn't here."

Her attitude softened. "Oh, I believe you." She moved into the room. "Were you napping?"

"No. Just resting."

"I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're not. Come on in." He sat up, his chest bare.

She closed the door and advanced into the room. She eyed his naked chest hungrily and Wiley remembered the visit of the other night. She had been very obliging. She sat on the edge of the bed.

Laura had on a loose sun dress, cut low in front and back. A good portion of her big breasts were bare. She crossed her knees and a foot of thigh showed. Wiley knew she was doing it deliberately, but he was damn tired.

Then he remembered how she had gobbled his dick the previous night and wondered if she were there to do it again. The thought made his cock swell under the thin sheet.

"I overheard you and Trina in the hall. Are you tired because of this afternoon's woman?"

When he hesitated, she giggled and said, "None of my business, of course. You're young and handsome. I guess the girls go for you." She passed her hand over his chest and the touch thrilled him. Even though he was tired, there was something very sexy about his landlady. Laura had good heavy breasts and a full woman's body. Her forefinger pushed against his nipple. She looked at him with baited breath. "I bet you think I'm forward."

"Now what gave you that idea?"

Her hand came away from his chest. "I guess you know it was me that visited you that first night. I couldn't help it. My husband is useless. You've seen him. A hopeless drunk. I'm forty and still have yearnings. But he's old because of all the liquor he's soaked up. I'm only human."

Wiley patted her knee. "I understand."

"I don't want you to think I'm a loose woman. I don't flop down for every man I see."

Wiley nodded his head to show that he understood. He wondered what she was leading up to. He was trying to shift his cock under the sheet to hide it. It had started to resemble a tent pole.

"I know you made love to Trina," she said quietly.

Wiley didn't know how to react to this statement so he didn't react at all.

"She told me everything. She always does when she's with a man. I don't know what gets into her." Wiley could have told her but held his tongue. "She's wild. I guess the younger generation knows too much and wants too much. They don't care how we parents suffer."

He patted her shoulder. "Trina will straighten out."

Laura looked at him and locked her lips. "Here I am bothering you with my problems. You probably have your own. I… I like you, Wiley. I guess you couldn't help it when it came to Trina. She's very pretty. I used to be pretty like that once."

"You still are," he said gallantly. "You've got a wild body."

She brightened visibly. "You really think so?"

"Of course. The trouble is, you don't hear enough compliments."

"That damn husband of mine. He got old before his time." She took his hand. "My breasts are still good. They haven't fallen. I'm lucky." She placed his hand on her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Wiley felt the softness of her breast; the nipple was growing stiff under his palm. Her tits were amazingly firm.

And then her hand was moving the sheet away from his naked body.

Her lips touched his. He felt the tingle of her nipples scrape against his chest. Then the weight of her massive tits settled down on him, only to be followed by the full length of her body as it smoothly moved atop his.

One of her hands slid between their bodies and traced a warm path across his belly. Then her fingers combed again and again through his heavy mat of pubic hair.

Her tongue entered his mouth, hotly searching out his. Her warm hand fondled and cupped his swollen testicles. She grasped his cock and ran a fingernail across the smooth, soft head.

He didn't move.

Her lips worked on his, hotly, while her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. Then he felt the weight of her breasts shifting on his chest as her hand continued to stroke his cock, faster and faster.

"I'm gonna blow all over both of us if you keep that lip."

She smiled. "I wouldn't want it to go to waste. Let me get outta my clothes."

She stood, shed her dress, and posed for him in panties and bra. The panties were white. He could see little tufts of pubic hair curling out. Her fleshy ass cheeks shimmered and jiggled inside them.

The waistband didn't go straight across her dimpled buttocks like most panties. It cut down in a vee from the hips, or a few inches below the hips. It was a deep vee that left her rear cleavage wide open to his view. The deep valley between her buttocks was covered by lace that saved the panties from slipping clear off.

They revealed more of her rounded, jutting ass than they covered. But by showing so much, and hiding just enough, it caused more excitement in his expanding prick than if she had been completely nude.

His eyes jerked back and forth from the bra to the panties. Her nipples stuck out at him, beckoning his eyes, his tongue, his mouth. They were alive with lust and swollen to a full half inch of throbbing firmness. With most women, he would have been happy to just admire the tips as they rose and fell on the heaving mounds beneath the bra.

With this one he wanted more… much more. And he wanted it now.

He looked down. His cockhead was nuzzled up against his navel and the thick sperm tube on his underside was pulsing hard.

"Come and get it," he said, smiling up at her.

He stared between her splayed legs. Her hand had slipped far down into the panties. Her fingers worked busily under the crotch, while her ass rocked back and forth. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face was a mask of passion as she fingered herself.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Workin' myself up more. I like to get right on the edge first." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You've got a beautiful cock."

He bit his lip and wrapped both his hands around his throbbing shaft as if to bring himself off.

"You really wanna do that?" she asked.

"I will," he smiled, "unless you get your cunt or your mouth over here and do it for me."

She moved like a lithe, sensuous cat. Her fingers still bulged at the bottom of the vee. She didn't remove them until she sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

Her fingers dripped with the sticky juices of her cunt. She smiled at him as she licked the fingers of her right hand and thrust her left hand toward his face.

The fingers reeked of the sweet scent of pussy. It was a heady odor, almost musk, and it inflamed his nostrils. She passed the fingers under his nose, accentuating the odor, and then her sticky, sweet fingertips touched his quivering lips.