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Dorothy can’t get the thoughts of meeting Tom on Friday out of her mind. “Is there anything wrong hon?” her husband Dave asks her as they watch TV. “You seem awfully quiet the last few days” “No, it’s just that work has been a nightmare recently with a lot of things happening with the supply chain, shortages, you know, stuff like that”
She sits on the couch with just her robe on, the material along with the thoughts of meeting Tom has her long nipples stiff and sensitive. She quickly moves her hand inside the robe and runs her fingers over each of them while Dave is focused on the TV. Pulling her hand out quickly leaves the robe open in the front almost exposing both of the full hanging mature melons. She decides that she is going to wear a skirt and blouse with stockings and a garter with her standard office three inch heels to the Penthouse, she’ll just take them to work with her and change there. The next morning she’s excited to see Toms text as she has breakfast with Dave.
 
With an exclusive property I always make sure before a viewing that it gives an impression of class so a vase of fresh flowers and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with two glasses is placed on the breakfast counter. Of course, the champagne bottle is empty with the foil replaced – it’s amazing what clients will steal - and there’s no ice in the bucket but it sets the tone and gives clients a vision of how their life would be if they were to live there.

But this evening I arrive early with fresh flowers, a chilled bottle of champagne and a bag of ice from the liquor store and I hope that Dorothy and I will have something to celebrate before the evening is out.

But this could just be wishful thinking on my part so I think it’s best to let Dorothy suggest we have a drink. I’m also aware that if I initiate anything that Dorothy doesn’t like, I’d be in a very precarious position. Social mores have changed so much over the years and he could imagine the headlines in the local paper "Realtor lures woman to empty penthouse." but he didn't think this was the case. He was sure Dorothy wanted this as much as he did.

I’m back in the lobby by 5.25 watching for Dorothy’s arrival and I’m feeling like a teenager on a first date, excited and nervous at the same time.
 
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Dorothy wriggles out of her pantyhose in the ladies room at a work. Just as she has them off Adrienne, Dorothy’s assistant enters, she sees stockings, a black garter belt and a black skirt on the counter. “Fun night for Dave tonight huh?” She asks with a grin. Caught off guard a bit Dorothy stammers “Uh yeah, that’s it, need to keep things interesting“. Adrienne makes small talk with Dorothy as she slips one leg then the other into the stockings. Hooks the garter belt then spins it around and adjusts it. She clips the hose to the clips adjusting the stockings as she goes. Reaching into her purse she finds the thin gold ankle bracelet Dave had gotten for her last Valentine’s Day, it has a small gold heart attached. She puts it around her left ankle and hooks it. “Oh gee Dorothy I didn’t know you had one of those, did Dave get that for you?”
“Um yes, last Valentines day, do you like it?”
“Yes, it makes you look quite sexy” Adrienne says with a chuckle. Adrienne notice that Dorothy has more jewelry on than what she normally wear to work, a few more rings and bracelets as well.
“Could you hand me that skirt please?” Dorothy asks. Adrienne hands it to her, Dorothy wriggles into it and zips it at the side.
“It’s a little tight isn’t it?” Adrienne asks with a grin. Dorothy looks at herself in the mirror, it is a bit tight and you can see the small bulges from the garter hooks if you look close enough. “Oops almost forgot” she pulls a pair of lacy black french cut panties from her purse and steps into them over top of the garter.
Adrienne fixes her hair then turns to leave running her hand slowly along Dorothy’s ass as she walks by. “You two have a fun evening” she says with a wink pulling the door open and leaving.

Shes running late again as she pulls up to the gate at 5:40 punching in the code. She opens up the door to the lobby and enters..BE4DD1E1-BE8F-499B-98E3-0F0052478FCA.jpeg
 
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I’ve glanced at my watch perhaps every thirty seconds and this I tell myself is crazy. If Dorothy wasn’t going to come she’d have sent me a txt. Well if she doesn’t turn up at least I can go up to the penthouse and drink the champagne but then the door to the lobby opens and there she is, not in her office clothes but a skirt and blouse and, if I’m not very mistaken, from the bulges in her skirt, I’d guess that she’s wearing a garter belt and she looks great, very alluring, and all of a sudden, any worries I’d had about her not turning up or being reticent about being in the penthouse alone with me vanish as fast as my smile spreads across my face. One hears of people grinning from ear to ear but I’m sure I’m doing that now.

I hold my arms open to her as a greeting but hoping that she’ll see it as an invitation to hug.
“Hi Dorothy, so glad you’ve come, and may I say how very lovely you look,” I pause while I look her up and down “And I do like your shoes, very chic. Shall we go up?”

I press the button for the elevator and wave a key card.
“The penthouse is restricted access, no casual visitors or deliveries, so absolute undisturbed privacy.”
 
Upon entering Dorothy sees Tom as he gets up and approaches her with his arms outstretched. Her heels have a staccato click on the hard marble floor as she makes her way to greet him. They embrace briefly, Tom smells of expensive after shave and the suit he’s wearing is possibly Armani, she’s not disappointed.
“Hi Dorothy, so glad you’ve come, and may I say how very lovely you look, And I do like your shoes, very chic. Shall we go up?”
Dorothy intentionally wore her black strappy heels.
“Oh absolutely” she says softly “And by the way thank you for the compliment“ her blue eyes sparkle. She follows Tom noticing that he is exquisitely groomed from top to bottom and she wonders if that extends to everyplace. As they step into the elevator she runs her fingers on his upper arm “Very nice, is it Armani?”
 
There’s something about the way we’re noticing each other that’s almost uncanny, as if our senses are heightened, me seeing Dorothy’s shoes and hearing the staccato click of her heels and now Dorothy spotting my Armani suit. For work I usually wear an off the rack suit from Nordstrom but for an occasion like this only the best will do so it’s the Armani. My wife noticed me carrying my suit bag with me this morning as I left home but I explained I had a late viewing at the penthouse and she was happy with that.

So here we are waiting for the elevator, fingers just a touch away. The doors open and, whether by accident or design, Dorothy is standing in front of the bank of buttons and I have to lean in past her to swipe the card that will give us access to the penthouse floor and I can’t help noticing her perfume as I do. I’d guess it’s Calvin Klein’s Escape, very feminine and very romantic, but guessing is always dangerous so I press my nose to her neck and inhale.

“I love your scent, so wonderful, so … feminine so …” and as I move away I take her hand.

“Are you trying to Escape?”
 
She turns her head just as you move away avoiding a mere inches moment. She feels your warm hand takes hers, she doesn’t pull it away. The electricity generated by her hand touching Toms could power a small community as it travels quickly through her entire body, giving her heightened senses. Such a soft touch he has, his soft hand takes hers firmly yet surprisingly sensual. Her eyes slowly close for just a moment as she thinks about where she is and how she arrived there, in an elevator moving up to a penthouse apartment with a man she’s only known for just a few hours really. It seems like they’ve known each other a lot longer that that, their minds seem to be working in unison since that day in Starbucks. “How long can she stay” she wonders coming to no conclusion. She turns to Tom and smiles as the elevator bell for the penthouse rings.
 
The elevator doors open onto the penthouse lobby and I take Dorothy’s elbow and guide her to the double width front doors and swipe the key, ushering her into the entrance hall.
“What do you think?” but without waiting for an answer I continue. “Off the hall over there on your right is the living area, open plan kitchen and dining and then down there to the left are the bedrooms, three all with ensuite bathrooms, and then over there, the master suite or as I like to call it, the grownup’s playroom.”

The penthouse is magnificent with floor to ceiling glass for the master suite, the living and dining area which all lead onto the full-length balcony, with uninterrupted views over the river and the countryside beyond.

“There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in the kitchen. Why don’t you have a wander round while I open it and pour a couple of glasses for us and I’ll see you on the balcony.” and my mind turns to my fantasy of the other night, with us standing on the balcony drinking champagne before we turn to each other and kiss.
 
Dorothy admires the beautiful penthouse and listens as Tom tells her some details. “It is magnificent“ Dorothy tells him as she slowly walks through through the large living area, her head on a slow swivel taking in the beauty of the place. She peeks her head in one of the three large bedrooms while she hears Tom in the kitchen area working on the champagne. She moves to the master suite, her eyes widen to the large space adorned with mirrors on the walls and a few on the ceiling as well. “Goodness Tom, this place is fantastic” she says loudly. ”I thought you would appreciate it” comes his answer from the kitchen. Dorothy ducks into the bathroom of the master bedroom and closes the door. She’s actually quite aroused, her breathing has quickened as she pulls down her panties and sits on the toilet. “Umm” she groans softly as the urine flows. She wipes her self then wets a washcloth and takes a few swipes with it as well. Standing she pulls her panties up and looks at herself in the mirror. She refreshes her lipstick and brushes her hair quickly. She decides to unbutton a few of the top buttons on her blouse exposing some cleavage. Shes wearing a very low cut bra so it exposes quite a bit as a matter of fact, she unbuttons one more. Her heels click on the polished floor as she heads to the balcony and opens the door feeling the night air.
 
“Ah there you are.” I turn as I hear Dorothy’s heels clicking as she walks to the balcony. Back in the kitchen while opening the champagne I took off my tie and jacket. It’s a warm evening and I want to set a relaxed tone.
“Well, what do you think?” I ask as I hand her a flute of champagne. “It’s a pretty amazing place isn’t it.” We clink glasses and I notice that Dorothy has adjusted her blouse, undoing a couple of buttons to reveal some cleavage.

Of course, we’re both of an age but Dorothy is magnificent, so womanly, with the curves that come with maturity in all the right places and, from what she’s revealed by undoing a couple of buttons, a very generous pair of breasts and fleetingly I imagine undoing some more buttons one by one and I’m aware of my arousal pressing against my trousers and wonder just how far we’ll go this first time because I hope the evening won’t leave either of us with feelings of regret.

Just as in my fantasy, we’re leaning on the balcony railing taking in the view and I turn towards her.
“I’m so glad about the mix-up over coffee in Starbucks. Without that we wouldn’t be standing here together drinking champagne.” Dorothy’s eyes are bright with excitement and I lean in and kiss her lips just lightly, waiting for her response.
 
The warm air feels good on Dorothy’s exposed skin, it travels up her skirt and touches her exposed thighs above her stockings. He hadn’t realized how warm she had become between her legs. Tom offers her a flute of champagne and she takes it, immediately sipping it as she stands at the balcony’s railing looking out over the city.
“Well, what do you think?”
”I’m so glad about the mix-up over coffee in Starbucks. Without that we wouldn’t be standing here together drinking champagne.”
Tom tells her.
“It’s absolutely breathtaking“ Dorothy replies as she turns to him. Placing his hand lightly on her forearm he leans in to kiss her. Her eyes close briefly as their lips meet, her soft lips parting ever so slightly. The kiss is brief but the electricity that runs from her lips through her body lingered. When she slowly opens her eyes Tom is there looking deeply into them.
She smiles “Whew, that seemed intense” she says softly, her eyes blinking, her head spinning from the first kiss she’s taken from a man alone since meeting her husband. She steps closer to Tom, places her hand on his cheek then leans in for a deeper kiss.D98B3093-22C9-47DB-B20C-121102FEB20D.jpeg
 
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“Whew, that seemed intense”, says Dorothy as we pull back from our first intimate contact.

Whether it’s because of the moment, being here on the balcony of a penthouse with a woman who isn’t my wife, or whether it’s because of the intense attraction I feel for Dorothy I can’t tell but the instant rush of excitement when our lips met has taken my breath away and although I want to reply to her my voice just doesn’t seem to work and then Dorothy steps in closer to me and kisses me, not lightly as we kissed before but deeper, more intensely, our lips fully engaged, my tongue seeking hers and finding just the tip before our kiss deepens and we explore each other’s mouths. There seems little point in hiding my arousal now and I pull her to me, my erection pressing against her as we kiss, now with passion and desire.

Eventually we break and I smile at her.
“These are getting in the way I think.” and I take her champagne glass and place it next to mine on the balcony table before turning back to her and pulling her to me for another kiss, pressing my hardness against her mons.
 
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“Mmmm” Dorothy coos softly as Tom kisses her, her arms embrace him, slowly rubbing her hands up and down his back. His strong back very muscular along with his wide shoulders. Their tongues probed, Dorothys Eyes closed as she was lost in the moment. The kiss breaks for a moment, Dorothy breathless, gasps for air before kissing Tom deeply once more. Her face flushes, her nipples stiffen, she feels like a high school girl on a date.
 
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Dorothy pulls me to her and I complete our embrace with my arms around her, holding her to me, her breasts pressed against my chest while she rubs her hands up and down my back.

I let my hand stray down her back below her waist, holding one of her cheeks and pulling her onto my now rock-hard erection and I can’t resist moving against her as we kiss, mouths, tongues, saliva and now my erection pressing against her mons. She feels so good in my arms and I shiver with the excitement and also with the first breaths of evening air now that the sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with gold and crimson.

“It’s getting cold. Shall we go inside and take another look at the grown-up’s playroom?”
 
Dorothy lightly kisses Tom, whispers “Absolutely” then he takes her hand and leads her into the large master suite. Once in the room Tom begins to say something but Dorothy kisses him instead. After the kiss she puts a finger to his lips in a “shhhh” motion, then begins to unbutton his shirt from the top down. Slowly go the buttons, as the shirt opens at the top Dorothys soft lips find his bare chest as she kisses as she unbuttons finally tugging the shirttails from his trousers. Her fingers quickly find his belt buckle and deftly unbuckles it and unzips his fly. His trousers fall to the floor with a clunk of the belt buckle onto the lush carpeting.
Using his hips for balance she slowly lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him, tugging down his shorts once there. A long thick smooth banana like appendage springs free almost hitting her in the face, her eyes widen at the sight. “It has to be nine inches long” she thinks to herself as it bobs up and down in front of her. Her hands still on Toms hips her eyes look up at his face and find him looking down at her. Her soft lips capture the bobbing appendage by the head as she coos softly “Mmmm”. Once captured she begins lightly kissing the head and shaft just below it.135329AF-E51F-4A66-B938-CE3B4E40B7F3.jpeg
 
If I’d harboured any thoughts about Dorothy’s enthusiasm for what we might get up to in the penthouse they were quickly dispelled as she took my hand and almost dragged me into the master bedroom suite.
I was about to suggest that I fetch the champagne bottle but she silenced me with a kiss and a finger on my lips and a ‘shhhh’.

Some while ago I’d come across an article in a magazine about sensual undressing and I’d left the magazine open on the coffee table hoping that my wife might read it in an attempt to spice things up at home but I’m sure now of two things: my wife didn’t read it and Dorothy must have done as she unbuttons my shirt one button at a time, kissing her way down my chest and pulling my shirttails free.
I’m about to repay the favour by unbuttoning her blouse when Dorothy continues, first with my belt, then my fly and finally my shorts, allowing my erection to spring free.

My gasp as her lips encircle my glans is matched my Dorothy’s Mmmm and I hold her head in anticipation of her devouring my cock, our eyes locked.
Her mouth feels so good on me, warm and wet, and I’m wondering if her pussy will be as warm and wet. It certainly will be when I get a chance to return the favour and taste her but for the moment I’m enjoying what she’s doing and it seems Dorothy is enjoying it as well.
“Oh god that’s so good, you know how to please me but I want to taste you as well, to lick you.”
 
Dorothy’s wet warm lips encircle the thick tool, her tongue swirling around the head and shaft. Her hands still on your hips she chooses to use just her mouth on the long fat cock. She feels Toms hands on her head guiding her speed and depth. It’s been more than just a few years since she’s had a dick as long and thick as Toms, as a matter of fact it’s been well before she was married to Dave, she’d have to go back to her college days. Her head bobs slowly, her lips taking in about half Toms length with each motion.
She finally pulls back and off, looking up at Tom, This is the biggest dick I’ve had in forever baby” she coos softly, her mouth going back to the glistening knob.
 
Dorothy’s mouth and tongue are working on my cock as if she can’t get enough of me. She pauses for a moment.

“This is the biggest dick I’ve had in forever baby” and I have to laugh, in part because I’m very flattered – my wife has never said anything like that although I can’t remember when she last gave me a blow job – but also because I doubt very much that Dorothy needs to flatter me. She knows I’ve got the hots for her as she has for me.

She goes back to my cock, swirling her tongue around me and I can’t remember anything like this, certainly not since I’ve been married to Mary.

I ease her head off my cock.

“Your turn now I think” and I help her to her feet, watching as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I lean in and kiss her and then start with the buttons on her blouse. I know it’s a replay of what Dorothy did to me and I’m hoping I can make it as exciting for her as she did for me.

Two buttons undone and I’m kissing the vee of her cleavage. Of course it’s slightly more complicated undressing a woman, there’s her bra, so I pull her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and run my hands up her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I do and, finding the clasp of her bra, I unclip it and I’m immediately aware that I’ve released more than just her bra, I’ve released her magnificent breasts and I turn her so that I can cradle them feeling the hardness of her nipples against the palms of my hands.

“So it seems I’m not the only one here tonight that well-endowed. You have beautiful breasts.” and I continue the unbuttoning of her blouse until my fingers are on the waistband of her skirt. It takes only a second to lower the zip and let it, her bra and her blouse fall on the floor, my hand slipping inside her panties and my fingers searching for her wetness.
 
She feels herself lifted from her kneeling position in front of Tom, her lips pulled from his cock with an audible “pop”. Her body being lifted by Toms strong arms.
“Your turn now I think” he tells her as his fingers begin unbuttoning her blouse. It’s almost past the point of no return if Dorothy wanted to stop the evening in its tracks. Her husband flashes through her head, probably sitting at home watching TV never imagining his wife in a Penthouse sucking another man’s dick, now having her clothes removed to expose herself to him. Yes, she could stop it now, but she doesn’t. Tom turns her around to finish unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it from her skirt, unhooking her bra and exposing her breasts. His warm hands cup her full mature boobs as the bra releases them to him. Dorothy sighs a low sigh as his hands roam over them “So it seems I’m not the only one here tonight that well-endowed. You have beautiful breasts.”
 
I nuzzle Dorothy’s neck as I cradle her breasts with one hand while my other slips below the waist band of her panties, my fingers seeking her wetness and I’m not disappointed. Dorothy is very wet and my finger slips easily between her labia but this is too soon so I hook my thumbs into her panties and slide them down her legs. She’s naked now and I stand and turn her to me so that I can admire her and she is just wonderful, not skinny slim like a twenty year old but mature, like a luscious peach that’s full of juice and ready to be eaten, her breasts generously full and her body and hips covered in a way that says hug me.

“My god you are lovely.” I say, easing her back toward the side of the bed and as the back of her knees touch the mattress I ease her down onto her back, leaning over her so that I can continue to kiss her breasts and slowly work my way down across her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel and then further, parting her labia and slipping my tongue into her.

The last time I tried to do this with my wife, and it was a long time ago, she exclaimed “What are you doing?” but Dorothy is a willing participant, easing her legs apart to make it easy for me as I run my tongue the length of her slot, savouring the sweet muskiness of her and then higher, probing with the tip of my tongue until I find her clitoris and gently draw her into my mouth.
I can’t remember the last time I did this with a woman but I can remember that it takes time, that I have to be patient, but the reward of bringing Dorothy to orgasm with my mouth will be worth it, to savour the taste of her and knowing that I’ve pleased her.
 
Dorothy legs spread easily as she leans back onto the King sized bed, Mmmmm” she coos softly, as she feels Toms tongue and lips on her thick cunt lips. Dorothys full mature tits hang off the sides of her chest, her arms outstretched on the bed. It’s been quite a while since Dave has paid this much attention to her, her orgasm beginning, with her new lover now between her legs. “Ohhh, yes, Mmmm” Dorothy groans softly
 
I can feel the tremors building in Dorothy’s belly as I suckle on her clit and her soft cooing tells me that she’s enjoying what I’m doing. Most men know where a woman’s clit begins, that bud, partially hidden at the top of her vulva, but few know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak, and that it extends deep into a woman’s pelvic region and I massage Dorothy’s mons with my fingers hoping that this will increase Dorothy’s pleasure.

This is not a good time for extraneous thoughts but if I could smile right now I would, thanking my lucky stars that Dorothy and I met as we did and recognised in each other an attraction and desire to sate our sexual needs.

She is so wet now, my mouth and chin covered in her juices and I continue, now using the tip of my tongue on her clit as she starts to buck at the onset of her orgasm. It won’t be long but I slow down a little, edging her as if her orgasm is just within reach, but not quite, not yet.
 
Dorothy’s splayed out on the bed with Toms face between her legs, his mouth bringing her to a climax. Her hips begin undulating slowly matching his tongue and lips. “Ohhh yeah baby, that’s it” she groans softly, her full mature melons slowly rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She hasn’t had a powerful orgasm in years, her husband Dave most of the time stopping before she’s had one. But she’s feeling a big one approaching and doesn’t want Tom to stop. “Ohhh yes, don’t stop baby, don’t stop, don’t stop” she groans. Her hips rising and falling, her fingers curled in Toms hair, she feels the orgasm begin to overtake her, her head thrashes back and forth on the bed as she cums.59253674-7DD2-4A5D-B48F-76B6EDEB4B79.jpeg
 
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Dorothy’s orgasm was huge and she thrashed her head from side to side as if denying the enormity of it. For me it was wonderful, knowing that I’d given her so much pleasure and hoping that the pleasure would be returned when the time came but for now, I lapped at her juices, savouring her nectar and taking care not to touch her so sensitive clit as she came down.

At last, I moved up the bed and kissed her, sharing some of her juices.

“It’s been a long time huh?” She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head.

“Well that makes two of us.” I said, kissing her again and then kissing her neck and moving lower to her breasts and nipples. They were hard as rock and I took each one in turn into my mouth and sucked on it, grazing her with my teeth until I felt her flinch with the pain and then kissing her nipple softly to take the pain away. I sat up and looked at her. She is a very lovely woman, lovely gentle curves everywhere and little nooks and crannies that will be explored later.

“Turn over. There’s some more kissing to be done.”
 
“It’s been a long time huh?” Tom asks. Dorothy knows just how long it’s been since she been taken care of like that. Toms wonderful tongue swirling around her erect clit, the time he took to bring her to orgasm was fantastic. Her arms embrace him lightly as he kisses her neck then down her chest. Her hands caress his strong back as he kisses and sucks on her nipples. His teeth gently scrape over the elongated stiff nipples drawing a gasp from her.
“Oh Tom,that’s so good” Dorothy whispers.

“Turn over. There’s some more kissing to be done.” Tom instructs her. Dorothys lost in a world of sexual pleasure, so she does as asked.
She rolls over onto her belly…
 
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