Doug and I spend the afternoon chatting on the veranda. Sitting on the swingseat, I stretch my legs over his lap and lean back with my hair twisted over my shoulder as my skirt slithers over my lap to reveal my upper thighs. The neck of the dress billows open to show the slopes of my breasts beneath my sheer lilac lace bra. I see Doug's gaze drift down from my face and I smile in a querying way as if to ask, yes?
I sit up and feel my boobs bounce, Doug reaches to cup my cheek in his palm and I lean my face into his touch. He looks at me tenderly and tucks a curl behind my ear before moving closer. He lifts me onto his lap and wraps an arm around my waist. I feel my cheeks flush as attraction sizzles through me and a second later, his lips are on mine.
Doug kisses me passionately as his lips melt onto mine before his tongue tastes my mouth curiously. Our kiss deepens and I move to straddle his lap, my breasts pressing against his chest and his hands automatically cupping my ass. My pussy is directly over his hardening dick as we make out like teenagers.
Doug kisses down my neck with his tongue licking my skin before he nibbles on my collarbone. I twist his hair through my fingers as I lean back my head to stretch out my neck, exposing my pale throat to him. Doug sucks harder on my collarbone before planting wet kisses down onto my chest. His tongue travels over the slopes of my tits before he lowers his mouth onto each nipple in turn through the lace. The thin barrier heightens my arousal as the wet heat makes my nipples harden like bullets. Doug teasingly bites each and squeezes my buttocks before returning his mouth to my lower neck. He plants more love bites on me and I feel my gusset grow moist as his hard cock rubs against my pussy.
Doug stands up and carries me into the lounge. Placing me down on the couch, he moves on top of me to grind his hard-on against my wetness as I look up at him feverishly. I reach for his belt and tug. Taking my request, Doug kicks off his trousers and shrugs off his shirt to reveal a well kept body beneath. His prone cock is concealed by his navy Armani briefs and for a minute I am utterly speechless. His body can compete with that of a twenty five year old yet his mature fifty years have done nothing to him but added the shimmer of grey at his temples, though his hair is otherwise dark.
I feel a pulse run through my clit and I suddenly want to be as stripped as he is. I go to undo the tie at my waist that holds my dress together but Doug takes my hands with a silent shake of his head. He returns his body to place his hips between my legs and he grinds his solid dick against my dripping snatch. I moan with arousal and buck up my hips to match his motions. He dry humps me as my moans deepen and my juices seep out of my flower, trickling down my thighs. Doug pulls back and looks at the damp spots on his briefs. He looks at me in complete dominance and flips me over onto my front.
The sudden action surprises me but his stinging slap to my backside leaves me breathless. He begins to knead my buttocks and thighs, pressing against my snatch as he does. I begin to moan and he rubs down on my rosebud.