I was rummaging through the table of clothing at a garage sale and came across a bunch of lingerie, panties mostly. I picked up a pair of skimpy black lace panties just as the owner, a slender woman in her late 30s with short brown hair, stepped into the garage.
As I dropped the panties, mortified, she said, “If my husband liked me in those I wouldn’t be selling them,” she said. I searched for a response. It didn’t come. “I was, uh—” I wanted to get the hell out of there, but she stopped me. “If they’re for your wife and she’s close to my size, I could model them for you so you can see for yourself.” I nodded silently.
She picked up that pair plus one or two others and led me inside. We didn’t stop till we were in her bedroom. She turned toward me with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, and—with me staring in disbelief!—hiked her skirt up to her waist. The panties she was wearing were hotter than those on the table. They were crotchless, and the wet, swollen lips of her cunt hung down through her curly bush. She was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, tan ones.
She turned with her ass toward me and leaned forward onto her bed with her palms flat on the bed. It was obvious to me what she wanted me to do, so I got on my knees behind her, leaned in and inhaled. Her pussy smelled divine, making my cock jump in my pants. I kissed each globe of her ass a few times, then her tiny puckered hole. I grazed her hole with my tongue while I worked my way toward her pussy. While I ate her, her moans filled the room and my excitement built. Suddenly she shook and a long moan escaped her, followed by a long relaxed sigh.
I didn’t let her relax. In a flash I pushed her forward facedown on the bed and spread her legs. “Oh God, please don’t hurt me,” she smiled, while tossing me a condom. “Please use this.” As I pushed my pants down, I quickly slid the rubber on. It all happened so fast—before I or she realized it, my cock was driving into her ass! It took awhile, but I finally got it in. I was so excited that I didn’t last long before filling the condom with my come.
I stood up quickly and pulled up my pants. She lay gasping, her butt ring, a dialated swollen hole. I threw some money down and thanked her, then left. She said weakly to stop by again when she had another yard sale, but I haven’t been back. It’s too close to home for that kind of fun.—Name and address withheld