An Old Acquaintance

This is really just another story of a root but I do remember it with fondness. For the few times it has happened it is always nice to root a woman you used to know, again.
When I was in my early forties I was walking through a local shopping mall and there walking towards me was a face I thought I recognised. As she passed I quietly said “hello Jan” (not her real name, but she knows who she is as I told her I was writing this story recently and asked her if he minded) which made her turn quickly back to see who had addressed her. I had obviously stuck in her mind (not) as she looked at me, her mind racing to identify the face she vaguely recognised. There ensued an “Oh my God, hello Paul” followed soon after by an, “how are you?” accompanied by a big smile. At least she finally remembered my name.

I did a story about our office dalliance some time ago. We were in our early twenties back then and she was/is a year older than me – my first older woman. Back then we used to read the newspaper side by side at my desk at morning tea when the boss had and his offsider had gone to a meeting in another building. She would feel me up through my pants which often resulted in a wet spot in the front of my pants, so much so that she had to get up to answer anyone who came to the office door to avoid embarrassment on my part due to the wet spot. I won’t go into that whole story again re how I got her to feel me up in the first place, suffice to say that I ended up doing her at her home unit once or twice when her boyfriend was at work on night shift. Yes I had questionable morals back then (especially when I knew the boyfriend, but he was a jerk) although in my defence I later found out that another guy in the office was also doing her at the time. Some of my best friends are sluts, bless ‘em.

Back to the shopping mall, we sat and had a coffee and after some time I decide to bite the bullet and asked her if she wanted to have sex with me. She was basically caught unprepared but had that little twinkle in her eye that I remembered so well. There was a silence and then she told me that she lived with hubby and the kids and also her ancient grandmother. There was another silence and disappointment started to ebb though my mind. I was just about to say “oh well it was nice to see you again” when she piped up and said “but we must be able to arrange something”. I could feel my excitement level screaming through the roof. I was going to get my tool into my horny little wench again.

My place wasn’t really available either or it would have been difficult. I suggested the outdoors. The is a reserve or a water board right of way I suppose it is, a couple of suburbs from where we were that it turned out was about midway between where we lived at the time. We arranged to meet up during the week when hubby and the kids were at work and school and she could get away from the house leaving Grandma to her knitting.

We rendezvoused at the parkland and walked across the adjacent playing fields to the trees that bordered the edge. The land slope down an embankment to the water pipe but we stayed nearly at the top of the embankment and in the edge of the trees and some long grass that afforded some cover once we were lying down. I couldn’t help but think about the possibility of snakes in this grass but I remembered reading something that said that snakes head away from you and usually hear you coming in the first place and so they leave well before you arrive. I only hope the snakes where we were had read the same articles. For some reason the thought of snakes went completely out of my mind when I saw her shapely body walking in front of me through the trees. Fwoar! Visions of humping her up against a tree right now shot through my mind as my penis hardened up and probably set my undies awash with pre-cum.

We found a suitable spot and after a quick final scan around the area we sat down side by side in the shade of the trees checking around to see if anyone could see us. All seemed private. She lay back in the grass and with that slight smile and “come and get me” look that I remembered so well on her face we engaged in a lovely passionate session of tongue lashing and general snogging as I threw a leg over her thigh and dry rooted into her leg, rubbing my tool up and down on her with slow definite hip gyrating strokes and trying to drag my thigh over twat. She pushed me off slightly and pulled her dress up revealing her bulging panty covered snatch and pulled me down on top of her once more, trying to drive her snatch up into my thigh. There ensued a period of grinding and writhing over each other bits, more tongue lashings and groping of her tits as I dry rooted her.

I reached down and groped her panty covered snatch, squeezing as much of it as I could get into my hand while still thrusting my tongue in and around her mouth. Without looking, I pulled her panties to one side and slipped a finger into her warm wet hole. The panties were in the road and so I slipped them off as she raised her arse to assist and slid them down and off. I leant up on one elbow as I lay beside her, slipped a finger into her again as far as I could reach, sliding it in and out a few times before adding another and repeating the action and then added another. She somehow let me know that three was enough and so I proceed to finger fuck her slowly at first, gradually increasing the tempo until my hand was pounding into her and I could hear her wetness and her little panting sounds. Her whole body was shaking and she held her breath and went all quiet until she came in a whoosh of exhaled air and demanded that I stop. She was still panting as she inserted my fingers for another little finger fuck, using my hand to get that last bit of orgasm out for a few seconds before she yanked my hand out and threw it away. I so love it when a woman orgasms and is satisfied.

She said something like “c’mon, put it in me” I seem to remember. Not being one to have to be told twice, I lay on my side (I didn’t want to stand up just in case someone was nearby) and struggled to get my pants and undies off and pulled them down to just above my knees. It must have been winter as I had long pants or jeans on. I climbed between her legs to lie on top of her, leaning with one hand on either side of her and up on my knees, dangling my erect tool down. She said “oh, look at your penis!” I looked under and down at the dangling, erect lump of veiny red flesh coloured protruding meat, standing out like some alien beast. There was a long strand of pre-cum ooozing out of the purple coloured fully engorged knob, stretching down to a drop that dangled precariously at the end threatening to drop off which it did and fell on her leg. She looked up at me with that “oh, that’s gross, and yet….” look on her face and then back at my tool with a look of disgust that it was dripping on her, mixed with lust for the large fat shinny knob on the top of the ugly seemingly alien creature that was the shaft that she wanted to be skewered with.

With the ultimate mood killing maneuver, she produced, as if out of thin air, a condom. After fumbling with opening the sachet thingy, she managed to stretch it over the glans and pulled it down tight to deform my magnificent knob into a misshapen blob that looked that now familiar look of a bandit with a stocking pulled over his head as he robs a convenience store or bank. As I say, a real mood killer.

So there I am on my side after having had the condom installed, penis dangling out erect and ready for action hovering over this woman. I peered down at her plump bald twat, the labia minor protruding out of the plump pussy lips and looking like the turkey neck skin of a guy’s gnarly old scrotum. I pulled on the inner lips and flicked them from side to side and then decided that her twat was too low for me to get down to. Supporting myself on one hand and with tool bouncing around ominously I grabbed both of our jackets and tried to stuff them under her arse. She got the idea, raised her butt up and I moved the jackets right under as she lowered her arse. Her twat was now at the goldilocks height and her hips are thrusting her deliciously plump snatch up, ripe for fucking. She had her arms stretched up and her hands were resting on my back.

I positioned the tool over her hole and pressed slowly and inexorably into her. As I peered down under me at the sight, her twat lips stretched themselves around it before it disappeared into her warm wet hole right up to my balls. Such a satisfying feeling for me and she must have been enjoying it too as she threw her head back, closed her eyes and grimaced quietly as it penetrated her tight snatch.

I lowered my upper body, took my weight on my elbows and started to thrust my hips into her, driving my tool in and out of her as she looked up mainly into my chest but then up into my eyes with a big smile that said it was nice to be rooting again, before trying to look down to see my tool coursing in and out between her legs. There was a lot of grunting and puffing going on from both of us but we were both fitter back then and I could go all day like that, well maybe not ALL day. I went into passion fired frenzy fucking mode and rammed my tool up into her frantically striving to root her into the middle of next week. She was screaming (quietly?) at one stage with the violence of our root as I drove into her. Mind you, having said that, I remember that I must have slowed at one point and she let out a desperate “don’t stop!” followed by her raising her hips up to ram into me. She desperately raised her legs up and hooked them around me to try and get as much of my tool into her as she could. That is the curse of only having an average length tool. Those black guys are such bastards!

Sadly it didn’t take much of that with my excitement going through the roof and I blew my load into her with an ear popping, veins no doubt standing out on my neck, red faced orgasm. We were both well and truly fucked physically and psychologically. She was such a horny wench. I withdrew and slid off my, by then half dislodged, cum filled condom and tied a knot in it. She wiped herself off and I wiped my tool with the bottom of my shirt (I was a grot back then) and some tissues she magically produced. There was “tsk” sound from her as she looked down at my tool in disgust at the piece of torn tissue still sticking to the knob of my semi erect tool. She picked the tissue off in the inevitable pieces that tissues seem to turn into at times like that, as I watched and dangled my tool out for her to attend to. We threw our clothes on and tried to look as undisheveled as possible, picking grass of each other as we got up. I was ordered to pick up the condom and we left. An arm around each other’s waist we wandered back towards the street. A very pleasant afternoon in the winter sunshine.