Infatuated

NOTE: This is my first story. Be gentle. Seriously, comments welcome. Many thanks to volunteers Challenger69 and ADKOldLibrarian for great editing.

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My infatuation began the day after my wife and I moved into our new house in a nice neighborhood filled with mostly married couples over 65. I was on my way to the hardware store for a new smoke detector, and this attractive young woman was walking along the sidewalk with her head down, reading or watching something on her iPhone.

I couldn't really see her face but her body was perfect. Petite, brown hair up, perky, braless breasts, and a beautiful ass. Her butt cheeks jiggled a little with each step, so I surmised she was wearing a thong. I almost hit a parked car as my eyes were glued on her and not the road. I got that twinge in my crotch, but it faded as she disappeared from sight.

I became obsessed with seeing her again. She didn't seem to stick to a schedule, so catching her again was hit and miss. I happily went on errands in the hope of seeing her. I even made excuses to go to Home Depot, hoping to see her walking or jogging. As the weather warmed up, I caught a glimpse of her a few times wearing more revealing outfits.

One day, while on a walk with my family, we passed her going in opposite directions on the sidewalk. She looked at my son, and I glanced at her chest and was rewarded with a beautiful view of her braless, perky, jiggling tits with hard nipples in a black silky top. I'm sure she saw me looking, but I didn't care. I masturbated to that scene for many nights. I imagined lifting off her top and kissing, sucking, and pinching her pink buds.

Weeks went by when I wouldn't see her at all. I was beginning to wonder if maybe she had been an Au Pair for a family and was gone. Or maybe she moved. Then the most wonderful thing happened.

My wife took me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday, and as we walked into the restaurant, she was standing at the hostess stand! I saw her beautiful face and asked, "Do you live in the Lindenwood development?" She said that she did, and a smile of recognition crossed her face. We struck up a conversation as she took us to our table. I couldn't stop gazing at her. As fortune would have it, she was also our waitress. I was in heaven. She said, "I'm Katy." finally putting a name to a face. I tried my best to watch her move around the restaurant without my wife noticing.

She wore a tight black top and tight black pants showing off her amazing little ass cheeks. Her hair was up; her ears sparkled with triangles of gold. She was gorgeous! We got to chatting after she took our orders. She started gushing with us about everything, where she lived in the development, that her fiancé's name was Kent, that he was a bodybuilder, and that she just started waitressing, and on and on. As I watched her walk away I heard my wife snidely remark: "Take a picture, it will last longer." "Excuse me?" I retorted. "Why don't you look at me the way you look at her?" "Because" I replied, "you don't look like her." The evening went downhill from there.

I was in heaven learning all these details; I knew I could now search the Internet and learn even more about her. Every time she came to our table, her face would just light up. And so would my smile and my wife's glare. She was so attentive and did a great job. I gave her a big tip and a positive review online. The ride home was as quiet as a morgue.

I spent the next day searching and finding out everything about her and her boyfriend. I kept an eye out for her jogging along the neighborhood streets, but never saw her. Maybe the new job had upset her routine.

I was getting frustrated, and then an amazing sequence of three events occurred that changed everything. The first event was my wife going to spend a couple of weeks with her lady friends at the beach. That was fine with me; things had been pretty uncomfortable lately between us. It felt like we were growing apart; The spark was gone, the sex rare. Maybe the break would do us some good, but it was unlikely.

The second event was a building of a line of thunderstorms miles to our west. The forecast was for severe weather, so I prepared for the worst. I did some laundry and cleaned the kitchen. As I was finishing, my phone lit up with severe thunderstorm warnings for our area. As I ventured out to my porch, the skies darkened and a cool wind began to blow. The cool air was a welcome change from the high humidity of the past few days. Thunder crackled off to the west. I decided to sit and enjoy the change in weather because I love a good thunderstorm.

The third event was Katy appearing on my street! She was jogging with her earbuds in, clearly oblivious to the threatening weather. I waved, hoping to catch her eye and praying she remembered me from the restaurant. She wore a white bikini top and tight, white short shorts, clearly not prepared for the upcoming storm. She smiled and waved as she passed right in front of my house. A flash of lightning and the loudest crack of thunder I have ever heard crashed above us. At that same instant, the skies opened and a downpour began with pea sized hail bouncing off the street. As the temperature dropped twenty degrees, she screamed, standing frozen in fear on the road. I leaped off the porch and ran to her, trying to lead her to the safety of my porch.

She didn't move. "Katy, we have to go!" I yelled.

Despite getting soaked and pummeled by rain and hail, she was not moving. I decided to pick her up and cradled her into my arms, her eyes wide with fear. She buried her face in my shoulder and hung on as I raced to my porch and inside the house.

I lowered her to the couch and sat back to examine her. She was shaking with goosebumps popping up on the arms and legs. What little clothing she was wearing was clinging to her skin. Her hardening nipples and areolae are inches from my face and absolutely beautiful. I could see through her shorts to a thin red thong. My cock started to respond as I gazed at this almost naked, soaking wet goddess in front of me.

Amid her shaking, her eyes locked on mine. She definitely recognized me and smiled. She was starting to calm down as she slowed her breathing. She pushed forward and wrapped herself around me. She buried her face between my neck and shoulder. Suddenly, she exhaled deeply and then kissed my neck. And another. A little whimper escaped her beautiful lips. Her hold on my neck softened.

I pulled back startled and brushed the wet hair off her face. "What are you doing, Katy?" I asked.

"Thanking you for saving me, Mark," she whispered. "You're quite the knight in shining armor."

"I'm actually a knight in soaking wet clothing. I couldn't leave you out there, could I, Katy?" I stuttered. "Now let's dry you off and warm you up."

I grabbed some towels out of the nearby laundry basket. "I'll hold these up so you can remove your wet clothes and then use this other towel to wrap up in. Then I can put your clothes in the dryer."

I shielded her from view with a large towel as she wriggled out of her wet bra, shorts, shoes, socks, and thong and wrapped up in the towel.

"You can lower the towel now, Mark," she said timidly.

A towel covers her from her breasts to her thighs. I couldn't help but study the little mounds her nipples are making under the towel.

She is smiling and looks at me intently and says, "C-can I ask for a favor?"

"Anything" I answered.

"Would you... make love to me?" she whispered.

I couldn't believe my ears; I thought I was dreaming. "I thought you were engaged? And I'm married!" I uttered stupidly.

"I am" she said, "But he is so focused on his body building that he has no time or interest in me or my body. It's been months... I know that you are interested in me. I see how you look at me. And I know you want me despite being married. I need a real man who desires me, to make love to me, to show me... things."

I thought about my unhappy wife and Katy's selfish, conceited fiancé. Screw 'em both! "Katy, I would love nothing more than to make love to you and worship your amazing body. Please come with me." I begged.

We stood and I led her to the guest bedroom. Entering the room, as I turned to face her, she pulled my head down for a kiss on the lips. I returned the kiss. She opened her lips and our tongues explored. My cock started to swell and harden. My hand slid slowly up behind her head, and I removed the clips holding her hair up. It cascaded down her shoulders and back. I pulled her head toward me, kissing her more intensely.

I reached inside her towel to caress her soft, warm waist. As the towel fell to the floor, I slid my hand slowly up and cupped one breast. My thumb stroked her nipple. She gasped and pressed her mons against my hardness. We broke the kiss, panting heavily. I stepped back to gaze at her. Her breasts were perfectly firm and round with hard nipples. My eyes gradually moved down to her little waist, hips, and bare pussy.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered.

"More than you could possibly know," I replied. "I've imagined this for months. Ever since I first saw you. You're so beautiful, Katy, how could any man resist you?"

My hands reached up to fondle both breasts, and I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her breath hitched. I kissed her deeply, and our hands roamed over each other as our bodies came together instinctively. We ground our hips together and moaned. We finally broke from the kiss, panting hard.

She looked at me hungrily as I pushed her back gently to sit on the edge of the bed. We locked eyes as I slowly removed my wet shirt. She reached out to touch my grey-haired chest and abs. I'm no thirty-year-old, but I'm in pretty good shape.

"So masculine, so soft," she whispers as her hands slide down the treasure trail to my belt. "Why are you still wearing clothes?" she asked.

"I'm a little distracted by your captivating body, my dear. And I am curious as to why you don't seem to mind that I am twice your age." I said.

She responded, "I like what I see, and I bet you can give me some experiences that no man ever has."

"I'm sure going to give it my best try," I winked. I removed my wet shorts. The bulge in my boxer briefs became very evident. She palmed my bulge with both hands, and I inhaled deeply. 'Oh Katy... You're lighting a fire in me." She slid a finger from each hand inside the waistband and pulled them down to my knees. My erect cock sprung free. Her right foot came up to push the boxers all the way off. I got a quick glimpse of her bare pussy.

She stared at my cock, and wrapped her tiny hands around it. "Oh, Mark. You're so big and hard for me. So much bigger than my fiancé. I want to feel you all the way in me." she said smiling.

"Yes, I am hard, all because of you and it's all for you. Maybe your fiancé should lift weights with his cock." I winked. She giggled and smiled starting to stroke me gently. "Katy, I've dreamt of this moment for a long time," I said kneeling before her.

"Can I taste your beautiful pussy?" She nodded yes and I gently pushed her knees apart, slowly kissing my way up her inner thighs to her glistening sex.

"So pretty. "I said, "Like a pink flower opening just for me." I licked, sucked and nibbled on her inner lips.

She arched her hips and sighed. She grabbed my head and dragged it into her. I slowly inserted a finger, and she groaned and fell back on the bed. "Oh, Mark... this is... amazing... no one's ever... please don't stop," she whispered. I draped her legs over my shoulders and dove back in.

Sliding my finger in and out, my tongue wandered upwards seeking her clit. I flicked it with my tongue.

"Fuuuuck..." she moaned. I gently sucked it and inserted another finger. I sucked harder, and her hips levitated off the bed.

She cried out, "Stop, stop, stop... too much... t-too sensitive!"

I pulled my face away from her and slowly removed my fingers as I looked up at her. "Come up here to me," she said quietly.

"Are you alright?" I inquired as I looked across her body.

Exhausted, Katy said, "Yes, I'm fine. You're just more than I can handle right now. No one has ever paid attention to my pussy like that."

I smiled, climbing on the bed to crawl over her as my cock tip drags up her belly. She wriggled backwards, laying her head on a pile of pillows. I said, "Well, I'm glad I'm the first. I hope I'm the last. And Katy, next time I'm not going to stop. You deserve multiple, amazing orgasms that go on and on."

I felt her shudder as I ran my fingers along her hips. I slowly kissed and licked my way up her body, stopping at her nipples to suck and nibble on them again. She cooed in pleasure as I fondled and pinched her breasts. "These are so perfect." I kept moving up, licking her cleavage, kissing her throat, neck, collarbone, under her ears, everywhere with feather-light kisses and licks. I ask, "Are you sure you want to keep making love?"

"God, yes." she exclaimed. "This is unreal. I've never been loved this way. You can't leave me like this."

"Do I need a condom?" I asked.

"No, Mark. I'm on the pill." She reached down and grabbed my throbbing erection that was resting on her and guided it to her opening with a sigh of pleasure. "Fuck me, Mark."

"As you wish, my love." I said as I slowly moved my shoulders forward and my tip began to part her tight pussy.

"Not too fast, ok?" she asked.

I stared into her eyes and said, "Yes, Katy. I prefer it long and slow. I would never hurt you. Tell me when you're ready for more."

Her eyes fluttered, rocking her hips and taking me a little deeper. "More, please. Put that big cock in me." she asks.

I pulled back almost all the way and then plunged in deeper. She gasped but urged me on with her legs as she placed her feet on my butt. Her soft, warm, tight, wet pussy felt like heaven on earth. I pulled back again, and she pressed on my butt, driving me even deeper.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Mmm hmmm. Perfect. I can take all of you now." she said. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself up and in with a grunt until our pubic bones touched. Her eyes closed, and a pleasant noise escaped her lips with a low, guttural howl coming out of me. She started rocking her hips, and I matched her movements with gentle thrusts and kisses.

"Oh, Katy. Your body is a wonderland. I can't believe I am sharing this splendor with someone half my age." I said.

"Shut up, old man, and fuck me faster and harder." She uttered breathlessly.

I chuckle. "Who are you calling old, young lady?"

"You. Now focusssssss" she hissed as I picked up the pace and pressure. We keep moving for what seemed like forever. Little giggles would emanate from her lips when I hit the right spot deep within her.

"Are you close?" I asked her.

"Yes, are you?" she gasps.

"Yes, Katy. Are you sure it's OK to come inside you?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh my God. Yes. I'd never forgive you if you didn't. Shut up and give me all of you" she pants.

I thrusted faster. She rocked with me stroke for stroke. "Oh Katy, Katy, Katyyyyy," I cried.

"Now, Mark. Now! Yesssss. Cum with me! Fill me!" she exclaimed.

We fell over the orgasmic cliff together. I held her tightly to me as I felt that wonderful feeling of my balls throbbing and my cock firing hot cum into her depths. Our eyes met as we watched each other reach the pinnacle of pleasure. I collapsed on top of her as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Don't move a muscle," I said. "I want this to never end."

We both basked in the warmth of our lovemaking. I pulled a blanket over us to warm us. Katy smiled and said "I love being surrounded by you; you possessing me."

I stroked her hair while I kissed her tenderly on her lips and exposed body. She smiled with her hair spread all over the pillow and eyes closed. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned her head.

"You know, Mark, you are an amazing lover, for an old guy," she giggled.

"Har-de-har-har... Seriously, that was incredible, Katy. I hope we can do this again. There is so much more I want to show you and do with you." I said.

She frowned, "Oh, Mark, how would we do that? What if Kent catches me? What about your wife?"

The mention of his name starts me thinking. I looked at her with an evil smirk.

"What?" she asked as I rolled us onto our sides, facing each other, still deeply connected. She shivered as I traced her nipple with one finger. "Does he work out at the same time every day?" I wondered.

"Yes, he does. 8:00 in the morning," she said as the light comes on and a smile returns to her face. "You want me to come over every day when he is working out?"

"Yes, Katy. Until my wife returns in two weeks. Are you up for that?" I hoped.

She caresses my jaw and pulls my face in for a passionate kiss. "Does that answer your question?"

"It sure does, my goddess. It sure as hell does. I can't wait to show you all the wonderful ways to make love." A smile comes to her face. "Goddess? Really?" she whispers. "Definitely. Hey, while I hate to break up this pillow talk, we need to get you back into your dry clothes and on your way before Kent wonders where you are. I'll go and put your stuff in the dryer for 10 minutes. You stay right there."

I returned to the bedroom, and we cuddled and talked about our unhappy relationships. We made plans for the next day's rendezvous. I heard the little music the dryer plays when finished and went to get her clothes. While I watched her dress, we discussed what excuse she is going to use with Kent for her long absence. After making plans for tomorrow, I kissed her again, thanking her for a wonderful afternoon. We walked down to the front door and out into the sunshine. I waved as she walked through the little clouds of steam coming up off the street. I started counting the hours until tomorrow.