Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... own.” “That’s mean.” “Yes, it is. I’m a mean old lady,” she laughed. “How old is your mom?” “My parents started late. She’s fifty-four.” “Still attractive?” “I guess. I don’t think of her that way, you know?” “Do you think of any of her friends ‘that way’? Women older than you?” “Some are okay, I guess.” “As long as a woman’s not related to you or in a relationship with someone else, it’s not wrong.” “No?” “Thinking about almost anything isn’t wrong, Mike.” The first half of the next evening at work was busy, but later on things got quiet. My scheduled chores done, I wandered down to the emergency room to goof off. Mary was reading a magazine when I walked in. “Curiosity got the best of you?” she snickered, not looking up. “About what?” She smirked and shifted in her chair. A thin strip of pale bare skin showed above the frilly top of her white stocking, and a ribbon of white elastic disappeared from there under the raised hem of her white dress. “I can be a little old school, Mike. Bet the girls in college wear pantyhose or opaque tights, don’t they?” “Or jeans, yeah.” “I don’t feel sexy in jeans or slacks. Not enough chance to tease.” She crossed her legs then, treating me to the briefest glimpse of creamy white flesh above her nylons and of the lacy panties covering her crotch before settling into a new position that allowed her dress to fall from the back of one alabaster thigh. “Go ahead and look. My legs were always my best feature. Don’t you agree?” It took me a ...

... second to vocalize the word, “Yeah.” “For pity’s sake, Mike, you act like you never saw a woman’s legs or what’s between them before! I know that’s not true from the stories I hear you swap with the interns.” I moved in my chair in an attempt to hide my erection. “Oh ho!” she laughed. “What’s this? Got a problem? I take that as a huge compliment, you know. It feels very good to a woman my age to turn a man on. Seeing a young stud like you get a chubby makes my day. Don’t be shy. You like looking at my crotch. I like looking at yours. It’s all very natural. Dirty thoughts are just thoughts.” That night when I got home, I couldn’t get her out of my head. When I closed my eyes to try to sleep, her pale thighs were all I saw at first, but then I saw my hands unhook her garters and roll her white hose down her legs. My fingers pulled those frilly white panties down, revealing a neatly trimmed moist black bush with no hint of the silver starting on her head. The fantasy was more than I could stand. I had to masturbate twice before sleep took me. The hospital was busy the next few nights, so I didn’t get to spend any time in the emergency room that wasn’t for emergency work. The night before my birthday things didn’t slow down on the wards until close to quitting time. I dialed Mary when she paged me. “You have the night off tomorrow for your birthday,” she said. “I’m not working either. What time should I pick you up?” “Pick me up?” She teased, “Going senile with advancing age? I’m ...