Where it happened: Her Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I was invited to a party given by friend in her garden floor apartment on East 52nd street in New York City. She was an older woman, at least 50, and had invited a wide assortment of people. Of particular interest to this story was a young woman of about 25 named Pat, and an older guy at least 60 whom I’ll call Henry. Pat was attractive, but the most interesting thing about her was the very short skirt she was wearing. This was just before the Mini Skirt wave hit and there wasn’t much of her leg that was covered. I was talking to Pat and she mentioned that she had this muscle ache in her thigh. Pat had had a fair amount to drink by this time. Sometime during the party Pat wanted to get something, what is was I can’t recall, and we left the party by taxi, picked up whatever it was, and returned. The backseat of the taxi offered a pleasant place to embrace and while embracing I took the opportunity to run my hands over her breasts. She didn’t object to this attention even though the taxi driver no doubt had a good view in his rear view mirror. When we returned to the party Pat was still talking about the pain in her thigh. Henry overheard the conversation and mentioned that he had a sports vibrator at his place that was sure to make her feel better, and that he lived only a block away. Henry mujst have sensed that Pat was uncomfortable about going to his place, so to assure her he said “don’t worry, my mother is there”. Henry being over 60, his mother had to be in her eighties or more. Well I certainly wasn’t about to let this old lecher get his hands on Pat alone so the three of us went over to his place. He lived on 52nd street between 1st avenue and the river, a very fashionable area, in one of the pre second world war buildings. There was a doorman, elevator man and the apartments were very large and elegant. In the living room there was a grand piano which seemed like the ideal place to apply the vibration treatment. Sure enough, Henry wasn’t joking about the sports vibrator. IT plugged into an electrical outlet and had two projecting bars to which rubber vibrating attachments were placed. Pat got up on the piano, there was hardly any need to lift her skirt, and spread her legs. Her yellow panties were perfectly visible. Henry started to apply the vibrations to the leg in question, only inches from her panties. As this was happening a door opened and very old woman appeared wondering what was happening. Sure enough, the old guy wasn’t lying about his mother. He assurred her everyting was OK and she went back to bed. Pat was getting quite worked up by this time and asked Henry to “put it on my cunt”. Well, if anyone was going to do anything with her cunt that night, I decided it was going to be me. So we thanked Henry for his help and made a quick retreat. We took another taxi to Pat’s place, a decent residential Hotel on Lexington ave in the fifties. SHe had one large room with the bathroom attached. The bed was the major item of furniture and we both promptly got into it. Pat lay across the bed and soon asked me to take her clothes off. Pretty quickly those breasts I had been touching were now fully exposed and it didn’t take long before I slipped her panties off exposing that cunt that was so eager to feel the vibrations of Henry’s machine. All the while I was quickly taking off my clothes as my penis needed a lot more room that it had inside my briefs. As I snuggled Pat she noticed I was undressed and said she only asked me to take her clothes off. Of course I was totally eager to get inside her, but she was tired, had too mcuh to drink, so we kissed a bit and fell asleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night I awoke, was totally aroused and snuggled over to Pat hoping to get her to wake up. The rest did her well and we kissed and tocuhed each other. She suggested that we do 69 so we moved into position and enjoyed each other. By way of suggesting something else I fetched a condom from my wallet and started to put it on. She said that wouldn’t be necessary, that she didn’t like them, and went on to digress about finding some in her room after she lent to room to a girlfriend. She had a big jar of cold cream by the side of the bed, put some on her fingers and proceeded to lubricate my penis with it. Theh she lay on her back, spread her legs, and helped guide my penis into her cunt. The thought of finally entering a cunt was fantastic, I thrust in and out and finally shot a warm load of cum into her cunt. We did it a few more times that morning and I continued to see her for sveral months. Then she moved away and I never saw her again.
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