Gunny the fuck expert

It was 2:00 in the morning and I couldn’t sleep, I slipped on my shorts and walked out the front door. I headed up the street towards the recreation room and the huge swimming pool.

I walked up to the entrance to the recreation room, reached down in to my pocket for my keys and found that I had not grabbed them off the dresser. I jiggled the door to see if maybe someone had forgotten to lock it up, someone was own their toes today, the damn door was locked.

Well I figured I’d just walk back to the pool area then. I turned the corner around the building and my eyes were hit with a sight. There in the bright glow of the full moon stood a naked goddess at the steps leading down into the pool water.

I glared at the big balls of her tits, and at her nipples, standing stiff and hard in the coolness of the evening. My eyes caressed the oval-shaped cheeks of her ass, as she bent over and tested the water. It was a great ass for a woman who obviously was well matured, full and rounded. Continue Reading »

Sunday morning, lazy day of rest, that’s what Sundays usually meant for me. Especially if Friday night and Saturday night worked out to my always sex driven plans. Well this week they did, very interesting couple of nights. Saturday night was suppose to have been spent frolicking with a new acquaintance, Caitlin, a retired schoolteacher in her late sixties. Now she wasn’t the best looking older lady around the complex, life as a spinster teacher had taken her toll on her face and body. She stood about 5-4, weighed around 145 to 150 lbs. Short shoulder length silver gray hair, big hips and medium size tits. Her face was a little rough, probably from all the stress of thirty years of rowdy fifth graders.She showed up at my door about ten p.m. Saturday night, a half empty bottle of wine in her frail hands, a smirky look on her face and a roaming hand of fire. I was tired myself, and she didn’t look like she had much left in her for the night. She immediately put that hand of fire on my limp cock as soon as she pulled the door closed behind her. She definitely wanted to play, but obviously not able, since she staggered a few times using the grasp on my cock to stabilized herself.

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Well, I finally finished installing a new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake. It had turned out to be one of those all day jobs. Her old one leaked like a damn sieve and had to be costing the lady a nice piece of change in extra electricity. I could definitely tell there hadn’t been a maintenance person around this place in a while. These retirees can’t afford those high priced outside service companies.
Mrs. Drake didn’t waste energy on air conditioning though. So I had gotten over heated some during the course of the hot summer day and had pulled my shirt off. Well I was finally finished with the clean up and all my tools picked up. I had dirt and sweat all over me.
Mrs. Drake came inside from sitting outside on the porch and said “Hey Gunny, you installed it you might as well try it out. Its quitting time for you and you got to wash up anyways, go on I’ll get you a clean towel”
What the hell I thought, “Ok Mrs. Drake, I’ll take you up on it”
I went to the back bathroom and was washing off the grease from my hands first. Didn’t want to get everything greasy in there. Mrs. Drake came in with a clean towel and placed it on the rack by the shower.
“I use to do this for my husband all the time” she said.
I had heard around the park that she lost her husband about twelve years ago. She was somewhere around the age of sixty-five I guessed. Not especially one of the most attractive in the complex, she had a pleasant enough appearance and was built a little on the husky side.
She came up behind me and rubbed her chest against my back as she reached around me to get a washcloth out of the little linen closet, there in the bathroom. I felt her erect nipples against my back; Mrs. Drake was evidently a little horny.

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