The first time that I met Samantha, she kissed my lips and hugged me.
I was a little taken aback to be greeted in such a way by my partners mum, on our very first ever meeting. At 63 years young, she was in incredible shape, due to her active lifestyle of seniors sports.
"She just adores anything to do with Africa." Barbara, my partner said, acting as though her mum kissing her boyfriend was totally normal. So I ran with it.
As time wore on and our relationship developed, I noted with pleasure that Samantha never greeted anyone else with such gusto at family gatherings, but continued to kiss me on my lips each time we met. It was never a passionate kiss, but it was always on my lips.
I often felt self conscious and a little wary of how others would interpret Samantha's enthusiastic greetings, especially her husband. Nothing was ever said by anyone.
As relationships do, the bond between Barbara and myself eventually failed. We parted ways amicably, but emotionally wounded.
Licking my wounds and trying to get my life back on track, I retreated from social life and became a home body for a little while.
A knock on the door, one morning, was to change my malaise for the better.
Answering the door, to my delight, Samantha stood holding two coffees and wearing a cotton summer dress which highlighted her svelte physique.
"I was nearby, so thought I would check on your well-being." she said and strode straight in.
Samantha had never visited my home before, so I was a little shocked at her presence, especially as Barbara and I were no longer.
Putting the coffees down on the kitchen counter, she turned to face me, gave a wry grin and placing her hands behind herself, hitched herself up onto the counter top.
I was already growing hard. I had fantasised about Samantha, during the term of my relationship with her daughter, but never thought about ever acting on my fantasy.
Her kisses had set me in a special place in her mind too, apparently.
Standing there, my mouth agape, I could only look at her as she slowly slid her hands along her toned thighs and tugged at her summer dress.
Slowly she revealed her knees and spread her thighs, then with a curl of her finger, beckoned me to come to her.
Her intent was clear and I was happy to oblige. I walked to her and stood, eye to eye with a woman almost twice my age.
For the first time, her kiss was so much more than a greeting. Her soft lips parted ever so slightly, inviting my tongue. As her embrace tightened, I slid my tongue, gently between her wanting lips and felt her sigh and quiver.
Samantha directed my hand to her breast, as we pashed and I could feel her thick nipple, hard and proud.
A lady of this age has endured a lot of wear and tear on her body, but Samantha was still incredibly sexy, in my eyes. My crotch was proof of that.
My cock was bursting to be set free and Samantha knew it.
Releasing her embrace, she hopped down from the counter top and cupped my bulge, all the while never breaking our eye contact.
"Oh my. Someone IS happy to see me." she giggled.
Dropping to her knees, Samantha deftly undid my shorts and released my black sword.
"I just knew that you would be a big boy" she said.
"I've always wanted a black cock inside of me."
She took me into her mouth and held my shaft with both hands.
My head was buzzing. I had never known such a mature woman, before. How was I going to approach this?
I was a little overwhelmed and very concerned that something could go terribly wrong, if I let my passion release all of my physicality.
As if to read my thoughts, Samantha said,
"You'll have to be gentle for the first little while. It's a long time since I've had cock." and then stood, took hold of my throbbing cock like a leash and lead my to the bedroom.
With a shrug, she dropped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her body was aged but still remarkably toned. Her senior sports were keeping her healthy.
Laying back on the bed, Samantha spread her legs. Her white lace panties showing that her passion was high, too. A wet spot was glistening and she began to writhe.
I couldn't contain myself. One of my bigger turn on's is seeing pre sex juices. I knelt on the floor and bent towards her beautiful mound, taking a heady nose full of Samantha's musk, I pulled off her lace knickers.
How wonderful the body is. Her tumescence inviting my tongue to taste her honey.
At the first touch of my tongue, Samantha moaned and pressed my head to her.
I pride myself in my cunnilingus techniques, as it really is something that I love. I have rarely failed to make my partners cum with my tongue and Samantha was no exception.
Arching her back and pressing my face to her mons, Samantha came within minutes, with quiet little sighs and moans.
"Fuck me" she sighed, "Fuck me"
Gently raising her knees, I got into position and rubbed my cock head, teasingly around her now receptive pussy.
"Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" she moaned.
I slid my glans inside her velvet wallet and watched for her reaction.
She shivered and moaned and reached to pull me deeper inside of her.
My cock is larger than most, being African, but she pulled me deeper and deeper, taking my girth in her stride.
"Fuck me."
"Fuck me like the dirty slut that I am!" she moaned.
I was surprised, but excited by her enthusiasm and dirty talk.
I began to thrust, slowly, feeling her move her hips with the rhythm. Her muscles gripping me and working as we rutted. She had been an athlete all of her life and had obviously kept up with her pelvic floor exercises, too.
Ordinarily, I enjoy long slow fucking sessions, but this time with Samantha I was not going to last. The atmosphere was too electric and the situation too out of the ordinary for me to contain myself.
I came within minutes and with my vinegar strokes, Samantha moaned as another wave of orgasm wracked her body.
Slowly, gently thrusting with my post orgasm glow, feeling spent and high at the same time, I felt Samantha wrap her legs around my waste, her arms around my neck as she pulled me close, to lay still, my whole weight on her, still deep inside of her.
Panting and sweaty, we lay together, feeling each other's heartbeat and kissed.
The coffees had gone cold.