I walked to a tile column and leaned on it, watching her swear under her breath in what sounded for sure like italian. Then she dropped her shoulder bag with a sigh and stretched.
I'd picked the right place to sit as I watched her jacket and shirt rise up. Her pants were good fabric, but they were loose and she was fit: when she stretched, my lovely italian MILF's pants drooped a bit and gave me a view of two wisp-thin leather strips and the top of a very thin g-string.
I whistled, eyes getting wider as she kept on stretching. Dumbass that I am it took me a minute to see she was watching me and holding the stretch. When I finally caught her eye I blushed a little and she laughed, wiggling her bottom a little. "Not bad for an old lady, eh kid?"
I nodded, letting my legs slide out until I was sitting on the ground, legs spread and forearms on my knees. .. which gave her a great view of my package. I was horny, her ass was making me hard... but I didn't want to blow it this time.
"No shit, lady. You're a real MILF."
She snorted then and stopped her stretch, waving her hand at me. "My son told me what that means when one of his friends called me that by the pool, you know? Respectable older lady. You kids just don't know what you're missing!"
I laughed. She turned back to me, hands on her hips, eyes flaming.
"Your son was protecting his friend, Miss..."
"Danielle, sweet boy." I saw her eyes flick to my tight jeans and spread 'em a little wider. She grinned and walked closer, kicking my ankle lightly and I spread my legs even wider in response.
"Well, Danielle," I coughed, nervous all of a sudden that I'd go too far, but wanted to watch her face when I told her. "MILF means... it means 'Mom I'd Like to Fuck', Ma'am."
Her eyes went a little wider then, and 'humph'ed like she thought it was funny. "Well, that is much more like it!" Then she looked back over her shoulder to the stairs, saw they were empty and smiled at me while pulled her shirt over her head.
Her tits dark brown, big nipples huge areola...no tan lines. She kneeled before me, touching my knees with hers and rubbed my upper thighs. "Mmmmm, and do you?" she asked, licking her lips. She had on expensive perfume but I liked the smell of her sweat, after a hard day of being a tourist, even better. "Do you want to... to Fuck... Danielle?"
I nodded and grabbed her arms. She pulled me up, looked back long enough to kick her top over to her bag, and then pulled me around the pillar and leaned me up against it, taking a barely nervous look around it at the empty stairs. This time of night, I bet they'd stay empty too... long enough.
She started untucking my shirt and rubbing her hands underneath. I pulled her close. "Well, pretty boy, do you want to 'Fuck' me right now, or does Dani get to play a bit first, hmmmmm?" |