He started to rub the front of my thighs and I started to unzip my short shorts. He paused and looked up at me and I was smiling at him. Without a word, he took down my shorts while I unbuttoned my blouse. He started to softly caress my flat tummy and I asked him to reach behind and unhook the bra. Once off, his mouth got all drooling wet just looking at my perfect breasts. I brought his shy hands up to them and started to guide his fingers all over as if he had never touched breasts before. He gulped while I slowly slipped off my panties. I wrapped my ankles around his torso and pulled him down on top of me and we started to softly kiss. All of a sudden, I roughly turned him over onto his back and then I was on top, pulling his sweats off of him very quickly. I moved my knees up to his cheeks and pinned down his shoulders with my legs, hovering my smooth, shaved, hot pink pussy just inches above his lips. I did the splits right down onto his mouth and my pussy swallowed up his wet tongue while he stared up at me as I fondled my breasts, licked my lips, and my nipples got very hard.

No words were spoken as I climaxed over and over again from gyrating my hips and grinding my pussy, clitty, and ass all over his lips, tongue, and chin. I was unconcerned about how hard his cock was at that time and I could tell that he was totally into watching me and feeling me cumming all over his face, leaving him sticky-wet. I finally smiled, giggled a little, got up off of him, and quietly slipped into a red silk robe. I lit up a cigarette, poured us both some tea while he got dressed and then we stepped back out onto my porch while he quickly swallowed his tea. I told him thanks for coming over and helping me out and that I would let him know if I needed anymore of his assistance soon. Still in shock, his lips parted, as if to say something, but he was speechless, and he turned and stepped down my walk, but kept staring back at me over his shoulder. I smiled and waved bye to him and giggled inside, noticing his shorts looked like they were about to be split by his extremely hard cock inside of them.

I had given him the gift of my golden pussy juices, allowing him to be the vessel for my pleasure for a brief time and now he was totally mine and would not be able to go through the day without thinking about how much he loved the fact that I completely owned him and his huge cock. I was just being neighborly!

Once I got him in my bedroom, I sat down on the edge of my bed, crossed my left leg over my right while he stood there, and slipped those sandals off. He looked down at my red pedicured pretty feet and then back up again at my eyes and I just smiled but didn’t say a word. Then I leaned down, showing quite a bit of cleavage, and started to rub my left foot without taking my eyes off of him. He immediately offered to “do that for me” just like I knew he would and I just leaned back and enjoyed this hot guy, on his knees, rubbing my feet, softly, slowly and sensually. I told him to do my ankles and rub around my achilles after that and to keep on going up my calves, explaining that I had a long weekend, even though he had never seen me do anything other than relax and he was the one who obviously worked out his legs and feet everyday when he went jogging. I love irony like that!

Once he had worked his hands halfway up my toned thighs, I stopped him and slid up onto my bed and turned over onto my tummy without a word and he just started to rub my ass and up my back just like a professional masseur. I was enjoying it so much and I knew he was really hoping that this was going to end in a great deal more than a therapeutic massage and that he was going to continue to make it a great rubdown with the hope that I would be turned on by it all. Either way, he was getting even hotter for me just by getting to touch my hot MILF body all over like that. Once he had finished with my neck and shoulders, I turned over to face him and simply said, “time to do my front”.

I told him to follow me around the house while I hung up some new paintings and portraits that I had recently bought and that he could watch and make sure they weren’t crooked while I did it. Of course I was lying, just to play a little devious teasing game with him. I had taken the art down the night before in preparation for that moment. I would get up on a little stepladder and make sure that it was just far enough from the wall that I would have to stretch out my legs and stick my perfect ass out for him to get all hot and bothered about while he was helping me. I sometimes stood on my tippy toes and would also have him take my hand to help me off the stepladder each time.

Whenever he got close like that, I would make sure I had this posture that simply appeared straight and correct, but I was totally arching my back just enough to display my beautiful breasts and hard nipples showing through my blouse. I actually noticed him licking his lips a few times! Whenever he wasn’t watching my eyes, I would steal glances at the rock hard bulge in his shorts. I could tell he had a nice big cock that was just dying to get inside my wet pussy, but I just kept him teetering on that edge. Once I had taken my time with the paintings and that round of teasing, I led him back to my bedroom, telling him I had one more thing I needed help with.

The next day, when he came jogging up, I was out on my porch in some short shorts and a very low-cut silk blouse on with no bra underneath. He had this wide smile on his face and I waved at him as he came up my walk. I offered him some iced tea and we sat and talked for a bit. I noticed he kept stealing glances up and down my tanned legs, which were crossed, and I could tell he loved these simple little 4-inch heeled sandals I was wearing. I never took my flirty eyes off of him and that was just one more thing that made me feel very much in control of him. Finally, I acted like I had just remembered that I needed some medium-sized pieces of furniture moved around inside and, of course, he couldn’t wait to follow me inside to get that done for me.

I enjoyed watching his hot sweaty muscles strain as he lifted and moved a few heavy chairs and small tables around in my back living room. I told him to sit down and rest a little and poured him another glass of tea. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips, looking down into his eyes with a little grin on my face while he was drinking it and loved feeling this power that I had over him by just standing there with my tight body on display for him. I knew he wanted me, but he was still not sure if I was only a flirt or that I had designs on more. I still wanted to extend the tease a little longer though, so I could sink him further into that feeling of total lustful desire.

I had predicted, in my mind, that he was going to approach me the next day and I totally nailed the excuse that he ended up having to talk to me again. I was sitting out on my porch, with my robe very loosely hanging off of my shoulders, sipping some tea and reading the paper, but I refused to look up at him even as I heard him huffing up the sidewalk. Then I acted surprised to see him, we exchanged “good mornings”, and he stammered through some small talk, distracted by a full-on look at my panties and bra, on the way to his big line. He asked me to let him know if I needed any work done around the house or on my property, telling me he was very handy. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes since I just knew he was going to say that.

That’s when I let him know, with the bat of my eyelashes and an innocent smile, that my husband was often gone and that I would certainly take him up on that, but I didn’t allude to anything current. He then started looking around, trying to find something that needed work, but the lawn had just been cut and the hedges were recently trimmed. I could tell he was desperate to help himself by helping me, lol, but he could find nothing, so I finally put my hand on his knee and told him that I would really try hard to find something for him to do.

Immediately, the goosebumps popped up on his skin and his cock got rock hard and he blushed and stuttered his acknowledgement. I told him to have a great day, he reciprocated, and then tripped down the stairs and barely stayed on his feet as the image of my curling red-painted toes kept him from looking forward before he lurched down the sidewalk. I had to stifle a hearty laugh and just waved bye to him with a flirty knowing look on my face. This guy was just about at the breaking point and I had him right where I wanted him.

I decided to be aggressive, as is my typical mode with a guy like this, and made sure I went out to get my mail when he was jogging by the next day. So, he came up to me, finally stopped moving, and introduced himself. He apologized for being sweaty and I just told him it looked good on him and he blushed. There I was, in a sexy robe that wasn’t sheer, but the cloth belt was very loose. I made sure of that so that he could get a load of my bountiful cleavage. I giggled when I noticed he was trying to stutter through a conversation while staring below my belt, hoping to get a free peek beyond the fringe of my panties. I asked him if he remembered where a woman’s eyes were located and he started apologizing and trying to play it off by saying an old girlfriend had the same robe. Yeah, right!

I then confirmed that he was single, not that it mattered much to me, and he again blushed as I subtly licked my lips and then I walked back up to my front door while he stammered out a “nice to meet you”. I just did the old hair flip and gave him my evil grin over my shoulder without saying a word. I thought, this guy is so much putty in my hands right now. I think I am going to enjoy stretching out his torture. It will be a battle of his shy pride and my patience in waiting to pounce on my prey.

Yesterday, the new hunky guy was jogging up my block again and so I pulled the blinds and, sure enough, he slowed down and started staring as he jogged in place, all hot, sexy, and sweaty. He started smiling and I smiled back as I let my tits pop out of my bra and then quickly closed the blinds. I peaked through immediately after I closed them and noticed his shorts had a nice pup tent in them. LOL! I love it when I get the chance to slowly tease the hell out of a guy when he is working out. His adrenaline is flowing and his muscles are all pumped up. You should see the thighs on this guy.

I am going to conquer that man and make him my fuck-toy, just you wait and see! He’s trying to play it off all cool, but I know it’s just a matter of time. I can tell you for sure that he has already been jerkin’ his big cock everyday over me and that’s a good thing. The more he thinks of me and fantasizes, the more he will be pleasantly surprised at how I will surpass his fantasies. He probably thinks I am just some easy slut that he will use for a few one-night stands, but I am going to lasso that cowboy and tame his ass but good. Hah! I am so wet right now. I can’t wait for our next encounter!

MMMMMM, I was just thinking about the new neighbor that moved in down the block from me. He has been doing a lot of work on his house and he never wears a shirt. I just love rubbing my clit and watching him patch up his roof. He is so muscular, tan, and he has this tight little ass that drives me wild. I went over to his house and left this nice little welcome wagon package of beer and some sexy photos of me and now I have noticed him jogging up and down my side of the street the last few days.

The last time I saw him jogging, I made sure I came out in my sheer pink neglige, really early one morning, and bent over to pick up the newspaper, giving him a great view of my perfect round ass, while I smiled over my shoulder at him and he almost tripped and fell into a ditch, LOL! The next time I see him coming up the block I am going to open my blinds while wearing my push-up bra to show off my awesome breasts and just do a morning stretch. I just hope he doesn’t hurt himself before I fuck his brains out.

I love it when I know I am getting a hot guy wrapped around my pinky because, when we finally get together, he is so hot to bone me that I can get him to do whatever I want and then he is mine forever. Guys just have no idea how sexy and insatiable I am until I get them on their knees worshipping my pussy for an hour. Before you know it, they have accepted the challenge to keep up with me and the marathon sex ensues.

By now, those of you who read my blog faithfully are well aware of my propensity for exquisite teasing as the most essential part of my love of foreplay. Once I have a new conquest, male or female, comfortably relaxing at home with me, I like to start with a little slow strip tease that starts just below my neck. I like to arch my back and show off my cleavage as I unhook my bra, then let it drop to the floor after a dramatic pause as I look into my lover’s eyes. Before it even reaches the ground, my man’s cock is already rock hard with anticipation.

I like to suck my fingers and barely wet my nipples by seductively rubbing them in a gentle circular motion. They get nice and hard and then I step toward him and start to softly squeeze those 34D’s while his gaze stays mesmerized upon them. Usually, I am standing and he is sitting naked in front of me. I get them right in his face and he buries his nose and lips between them, so eager to get lost in my soft fleshy mounds. Once he starts to suck on them, I start getting very wet and feel the need to climb onto his lap and rub my pussy up against his cock. If we are really horny I just fuck him right then and there, but you know me. That is usually just the beginning of my extended teasing. Either way, he is extremely anxious to get inside of me, but I know that he will wait just so he can continue to feel the power of how my perfect breasts look and feel.

I never tire of hearing men and women compliment me on my all-natural 34D breasts. They are soft and supple with perfectly sized and colored areolas and nipples that get perfectly hard and make men run straight into brick walls. I even love wearing push-up bras even though I don’t need them. Women my age are amazed at how they are still as firm and youthful as when I was 21. My theory about a really nice set of tits is that both men and women can’t get enough of how enticing they are. I certainly have never had any complaints.

I have a lot of fun using my breasts in very subtle ways to get what I want. I can’t tell you how often I have asked about sales or discounts from a man who is waiting on me at a restaurant or retail store and, just before I bring up the idea, I will just slightly arch my back and the stammering and blushing on his face makes me give him that warm smile and my bill is immediately reduced. Behind closed doors, with the lover of my choice, my breasts illicit reactions that make me truly giddy. I will tell you about that next time.