Mare Mounted

JoJo is a 36 years old beautiful muslim woman, separated from her husband for a year. She is a friend of a middle east business partner. She invited me to come over to her house. She arrived home at the same time I arrived, we greeted each other, with that, she turns quickly on her heel, and is off to the back door of the house. I watch her ass in those tight jeans. I had to reach and adjust my cock in my pants. I’m uncomfortable with my hard cock in it’s current alignment. I moaned to myself, imagining what I could do to her body. Once inside, she busied herself with putting away groceries. I’m instructed to make coffee. I did not mind playing house with her. It gave me time to observe her movements around the kitchen. When she bent to put away potatoes on the lower shelf of the pantry, she bent at the waist, swinging the potatoes into the shelf, reaching down hard to push the sack back far enough for the door to close. All this is done with her feet spread shoulder width apart, without bending a knee. The jeans wrapped tightly around her ass. Breath taking view. My mind pictured her body naked, bending at the waist, over the back of the couch, leaning to the side viewing me behind her. She licks her lips, wiggles her ass, and begs me to put my cock in her tight pussy. She is calling me stud, mount me stud, fuck me hard. My cock grows harder making me uncomfortable in my pants.

Finally, we fill our cups with fresh coffee. Sitting across from her at the table, I watch her slender fingers with manicured finger nails reach around the cup, holding the cup between her palms, cupping the mug gently. I watch her lips as she moves the mug to her mouth slowly, gently wrapping her lips on the edge of the mug. I see her grasping my cock, pulling it to her waiting mouth, tongue extending beyond her lips to lick the head of my monster cock. She sucks my cock, sucking pre-cum from the slit, tongue dancing on its’ helmet. “ Well, it is nice to meet you finally,” she says quietly, staring into my eyes. I chuckle, admitting “ my mind is off playing,” I say. She looks at me puzzled. “ Playing where,”? She continues staring at me. I am not sure how to respond. Does she want me to make an advance? “ I’m admiring how beautiful you are for the thousandth time,” I say. Her hand reaches her hair, her head lowers, she is uncomfortable with the comment. “ That’s nice of you,” she says. “ I don’t get those compliments often anymore,” she states.” I would think you are always getting guys coming on to you. You are a beautiful woman, sexy body, outgoing, and more,” I say. “ I found myself wanting to see you because of the effect you have on me,” I continue. “ I found myself creating many fantasies about you,” I finish. “ Let’s not go there,” she retorted.