Mrs. jones - Sex Stories

Mrs. jones

... see about half of her inner thigh. Mrs. Jones was the perfect 1980 model MILF. She was about 5’6” and maybe 125lbs. She had shoulder length hair, dishwater blonde and she had just enough hip and butt to set off any 18 year old guy. I tried to move my eyes to her and act as if I had not been lustfully staring at her body, but she had busted me full out. She slowly dropped her leg and shifted slightly as a light blush came into her cheeks. “Well Phillip, I think that I should go get dressed.” As she stood up to do so the phone rang and she stepped to the end table across from my seat on the couch and answered it. “Hello.” Then a short pause, “Okay son I will tell him.” Mrs. Jones hung up the phone and after what seemed like a strangely long pause turned and said to me, “Steven is not going to be back for some time, He wanted to say sorry and he hopes you are cool with it. Joyce has him hanging with her parents through dinner.” Mrs. Jones had not made eye contact again until she spoke again after a short pause, “I don’t see a reason either of us should give up our plans for company this evening. Would you like a glass of wine Phil?” To this day I don’t know what I read in her eyes. I could have seen a touch of fear, loneliness, anticipation, hope, hunger or lust. Maybe it was all of these, I do not know. I said yes I would love a glass. She turned and walked to the kitchen as if she was in no hurry. I heard the sound of glass touching glass as she poured the wine. I was hopeful ...

... she would bring it to where I set because I had a raging hard on, and if I had to stand she would surely see it. My mind had let itself run to a fantasy in which this woman was about to screw my brains out to get even with her husband. As she walked back into the room with our wine she came to the couch where I was setting and offered one of the glasses to me, as I accepted it she sat down next to me, just far enough away not to touch my leg with hers. Holding out her glass to me she waited for me to look into her eyes and said, “Here is to good company.” I touched my glass to hers and said, “Here’s to good company.” Our eyes were still locked together as we drank. Her a sip, me a rather large gulp. I could see a fire light up in her eyes as she spoke again, “Am I making you nervous Phillip?” She had the most amazingly wicked smile on her face. “Well Mrs. Jone…” She cut me off, “Call me Anne, Phillip. It seems more cordial.” I started again, “Well Anne, maybe just a little. I mean you look amazing and it is hard not to notice.” I played the shy guy card and looked away and took another drink. “Why thank you! I don’t get many compliments from handsome young men these days.” She leaned into me some and asked, “Do you like my perfume?” I had noticed her perfume and yes I liked it, but know my eyes were busily taking in the view down her robe, a hint of one of her nipples showing. “Yes Anne I like it very much.” She had been watching me and knew where my eyes had been. She smiled ...