A wise student! Never let a widow neighbor’s assets go to waste

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I baked a pan of lasagna for Perry, a nice young man who lives down the hall from me. He’s a college junior and doesn’t have a lot of extra money, so I make meals peri­odically to help him out.

When I got there he smiled and let me in. Not knowing I was going to drop by, he was only wearing a towel, as he was about to take a show­er. He told me to have a seat and he would be right out. An erotic shiver went through me, something I hadn’t felt for years. (I’ve been a widow for six years.)

I put the lasagna in the refrigerator, then sat on the couch. I was surprised to find a couple of adult magazines mixed in with a stack of books on the end table. I tentatively thumbed through one and was quickly turned on by what I saw and read. Subconsciously, totally obliv­ious to my surroundings, I raised my dress to my hips and my fingers grazed my panties. I was so involved that I forgot all about Perry—that is until I heard his voice.

“Oh my,” he said.

My eyes darted to him standing in front of me in the hallway, a towel covering his middle, his hard cock forming a tent. Neither of us said a word as he came nearer to me. I lifted my hips as he grasped the waistband and tugged off my panties. Then I lay back on the couch with one foot on the floor and the other leg draped over the back of the couch.

Perry dropped his towel, crouched on the floor and buried his face between my quivering thighs. He quickly brought me to a screaming climax, my body trembling even as he was climbing on top of me. His long, thick cock drove inside me, and he cupped my ass with both hands. One finger probed my hole. I totally lost it. After not having sex in so long, it was more than I could take. I screamed uncontrollably.

Perry fucked me hard and fast, until he groaned and shot me full of come. When I was able to walk, I got us drinks. Then I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Once he was hard, I rode him, and he gripped and probed my ass. The climax this produced wore me out, and we collapsed on the couch, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up, I limped back to my apartment, knowing this was just the beginning of something.

I was right. Two days later, with the help of a little K-Y jelly, Perry found out how hot my ass is, and how tight too. It was hard to sit for a few days afterward, but it was totally worth it.

—L.S., Warwick, Rhode Island



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