The Widow Mrs. Monroe

The winter storm blew up out of nowhere and when he had gone to bed the night before Stan could not believe the amount of snow that had already covered the ground. When he got up the next morning the snow had to be at least 3-feet high and drifts were even higher. "Sonofabitch! Well, I guess I can finally use that fucking snow blower," he said aloud to an empty house. His wife had run off the previous year and Stan enjoyed having the house to himself. He dressed and went outside and  breathed in the fresh crisp air and surveyed the work ahead of him. "Shit, this could take all day!" He entered the side door of his attached garage and flipped the switch to open the main overhead gate, lined up the snow blower and pulled the cord. It roared to life and Stan guided it along trying not to get covered by the blowing powder. By three in the afternoon, he had managed to get the long driveway cleared as well as the private paths to his rambling home and the adjoining home of Mrs. Monroe, his neighbor who had lost her husband a few years prior. It wasn't as though she was an antique or decrepit, but she was well past fifty and there was no way she was going to manage clearing this snow away even though she still looked pretty fit. In fact, Stan though as he continued his work, she actually looks pretty hot for an older babe.

Although the neighbors were nodding acquaintances and were always friendly to each other, they were not close and his act of clearing away her snow was nothing more than being a good guy. Stan was shoveling snow away from her front door when the door opened. "You are so great," she purred with a wide smile, "I could just hug you!"

"No problem," Stan replied. "It needed to be done and I was out here anyway," he said minimizing the amount of effort it took to clear the snow. She invited him in for a coffee and, surveying the results of the day's work Stan accepted. He returned the snow blower and the shovels to his garage and closed the door and made his way back to his neighbor's house for the well deserved coffee. She took his coat and mitts, hung them up and led him into the family room where a fire was crackling in the fireplace. As she left the room to pour the coffee, for the first time Stan really studied her. Her ass was perfect and round and firm; her figure was pretty hot even hiding under her slacks and sweater. It was at that moment that Stan decided that he was going to fuck the widow Mrs. Monroe. She returned with two mugs and sat next to him on the hearth as the two engaged in a general conversation. Stan had already dismissed her suggestion of some form of payment for clearing her snow but agreed that he would stay for dinner. The heat from the fireplace had warmed Stan through and it seemed that Lilly too was growing warm as she moved from the hearth to a small sofa facing her guest. The conversation slowed and with an inquisitive look on her face she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?" She did not mean to challenge her forty year old neighbor but he was sitting on the hearth quietly looking at her.

An embarrassed smile passed across his face as he tried to decide what to say then simply stated, "Sorry, but you are a really good looking woman. In fact, I think you are breathtaking." His eyes slowly passed from her coiffed auburn hair to her stunning green eyes to her firm perky breasts and well cared for body. His words seemed to bring a heightened radiance to her and playfully she laughed, "you haven't seen me naked!"

"Is that an offer?" Stan questioned. "Because if it is, I could think of nobody I would rather see naked at this moment." The two laughed as if it were a raucous joke and Lilly got up to start making some dinner for the two and left Stan by the fire with a woody and an empty coffee cup. He listened as Lilly moved about in her kitchen thinking how he would rather the two were fucking their brains out in her bedroom but decided not to press the issue although he decided that he would have her one day. Suddenly, the lights went out and apart from the glow from the fire, the house was dark. A startled squeal from Lilly brought Stan to his feet and he felt his way into the kitchen. "Damn," she muttered hearing him enter the kitchen. "I guess a generator blew from the snow storm," Stan said in anticipation of her question. "Well that screws up dinner doesn't it!" Her comment was exasperated and frustrated and Stan responded, "We can still do this. Do you have a flashlight?" Lilly pulled open a drawer and retrieved a large light and clicked it on. "Ah," he said, "I guess we were having steak for dinner. We can still do this," he said with authority. "We can have a barbeque in the family room."

"How brilliant!" Lilly said joyfully. Stan carried a tray of food into the family room while Lilly followed him with the flashlight and a bottle of wine. It only took Stan a few minutes to set up the fireplace to cook the steak and grill the potatoes and corn. Lilly had become more animated and lively as they ate in the flickering light of the room and, save for the heat from the fireplace, the house was cooling down quickly without a furnace to combat the minus 20 degree winds outdoors. After dinner, Lilly carried the dishes to the kitchen and returned quickly. Stan had stoked the fire and had settled on the hearth and lifted his glass when Lilly came back into the room. There was something about the low flickering light that seemed to charge both Stan and Lilly and it seemed natural for her to cuddle up close to him to ward off the cold. Instinctively Stan placed his hand around her waist and pulled her close, softly rubbing her back. They sat without saying a word. It was as if each one was trying to work up the courage to rip the other's clothes off. Whether he did it on purpose or whether it was an accident, the result was the same. His hand, still around her waist had moved up and his thumb was caressing the smooth fleshy outside of her breast and Lilly was beginning to breathe more quickly. Her face turned to his and their lips met. His hand now fondled her tit and he could feel her nipple getting hard from excitement and she too could feel Stan getting hard as her hand groped to feel his cock. Without ceremony, the sex hungry Lilly stood up and removed her clothes until she was naked. "Shit," Stan moaned, "You are gorgeous!" His eyes were glued to her still firm round tits that sagged only slightly and her clean shaven pussy as he pulled off his clothes until he stood before her naked. His hands softly touched her erect nipples as her fingers softly stroked the end of his cock feeling the wet seed that his arousal brought forth.

Stan guided his neighbor to the thick plush carpet of the family room and after spreading her legs wide, he lowered his mouth slowly until she could feel his warm breath on the swollen lips of her pussy. It seemed like an eternity since she had been eaten out and with a shudder, she moaned softly as his tongue licked the length of her pussy and her hands grabbed her tits readying herself for the hot sex her body had been longing for.

-Continued-

by DCS O'Malley

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