Mick and Keri

Chapter 28

Mick Really Loves Keri's Ass

Have I mentioned my Keri's wonderful ass? Please remember that she is 50 and between the long walks that we take and the exercise bike she rides each day at work when she is in thinking mode, she has the ass of a much younger woman. I noticed a while back that she never wore thongs and I asked her why.

Being a thoroughly logical woman, she told me that she did not feel clean with the cloth touching her anus and when she had worn them, they always came out with uncleanable stains there. So, she wore what she calls boy shorts that cling to the curve of her ass but doesn't touch where she doesn't want to be touched. But they are cut high in the back so the lower half of each wonderful cheek is exposed.

She says she likes them because she still doesn't have panty lines on her slacks or skirts or shorts and she likes the way they make her feel. She says she feels like I am holding her butt when she wears them.

Now on at the other extreme she has two or three pairs of what can only be described as "granny panties". They are white cotton and completely cover her ass and the waistband comes up almost to her navel. When I asked her why she wore those things, she very matter-of-factly said that she wears them on special occasions at work when she needs to feel matronly and adult.

When she dresses in the mornings and I see those go on, I know that she is in for a tough day and I tell Sarah. She usually comes home beat and goes right up to change into something "comfortable" but she doesn't talk much and is very non-sexual. Those evenings we usually have a very conservative meal, play some smooth jazz during the meal, and generally keep things calm and quiet.

Occasionally, she will come home and undress right in the kitchen and throw her "grannies" on the floor and cheer for herself. That means that whatever financial deal she was working on, it came together and everything went better than it could have. One night she even came home, stripped in the garage and ran into the house naked, jumped on me and just started humping whatever she could get her legs around.

However, I digress, back to Keri's ass. I have said it before and I will always believe that the phrase "more than a handful is a waste" applies to asses and not tits. I have good sized hands, one and a half octaves, in piano terms and I find that each of my hands can fully encompass each globe of her ass. I can squeeze, knead, and fully grip each muscular cheek to the point that when we have sex, whether it be making love or fucking, I can control her movements pretty well when I need to.

Her ass also moves really nice. She can walk with a tight little lift and shift from left to right or sashay with a smooth sweep from side to side. At Danny's parents last Halloween costume party, she decided to wear assless chaps and was the winner of the sexiest costume award. The white leather chaps stood out against her tanned skin and really offset her pitch black dense pubic triangle. I could not stop myself from stooping down to kiss her between the legs several times during the evening. At one point she bent over to tease Danny's dad. He was so taken by surprise that he let out a gasp and dropped his scotch.

When she bends over she has such good control over her glutes that she can hold her cheeks together, presenting only a straight crease from her pussy to her back or she can, without the use of hands, spread herself open, presenting full access to either her glorious pussy or her pinkish brown pucker.

She also enjoys anal sex most of the time. Bad Mexican or Thai food passes right through her and when that happens she doesn't want anyone close to her ass. Sometimes not even in the same zip code! However, when she is willing, and I have been able to lube up, she can loosen herself to the point where a firm push will drive me balls deep in one thrust.

I have told you about the "pipe" cleaner that we use. She ordered one for me, by the way, to avoid cross contamination. She prepares for anal sex by reaming herself out in the shower with the soft bristled, six inch long, pipe cleaner until it comes out with no brown color or chocolate chips. That way she doesn't have to worry about extensive clean ups afterwards.

When we meet for lunch, she will come to the restaurant in her business suit and look very staid and conservative until you see her from behind. Since I always open doors for her, she always puts a little extra sway and lift in her step when she walks in front of me. On more than one occasion I have told her that I wanted to eat her like the sushi we were lunching on.

She wears blue jeans when we go to the store or the farmers market or of we are just out walking around town on a weekend. She has found a jean maker that fits her just perfectly. The jeans are tight, but they do not force her ass into the shape of the jeans. Instead, they hug her natural curves and move along with her cheeks like they are glued or painted on.

We were at the farmers market one morning and out of the blue I had the urge to touch her ass. I had my arm around her waist already, so I just slid down and pushed my hand into her back pocket. I was in heaven. Warm and firm and soft and mine. It's not about sex, it's about adoration. We walked around for almost two hours with my hand in her pocket. If we saw something interesting, she would pick it up and show it to me so I did not need to move my right hand.

One night we were sitting at home on the couch. I was reading a wonderful book I had found online about engineers and their wives and their relationships and love for one another. It was erotic and yet it was all about love and affection and devotion and I totally connected with their story and my life with Keri. We were playing a few cd's on the changer and at one point a song came on that grabbed my heart in that moment. I put down my book and stood, offering my hand to Keri. She looked in my eyes and put down her book. We embraced and started dancing. Her breasts pressed into my chest and she laid her head on my chest.

I broke my embrace to place my hands on her butt. One cheek, one hand. We danced slowly as I lovingly massaged her with my hands. The song ended and we kissed. I was not erect, but I was getting thick as I rubbed my penis against her luscious jet black thatch. Without a word, we returned to our previous spots and retrieved our books. We were not in our original spots, really, we were cuddling. I held my book with one hand and drew soft and lazy patterns on her warm and wonderful ass.

We never wear clothes around the house and I have learned to read Keri's body language by learning to read her ass. When she is just walking around, her ass cheeks just rise and fall with each step, when she is being seductive she adds a hip sway to each step and her ass cheeks swing with a sexy rhythm. When she is horny, well she is always horny.

Anyway, I just needed to brag about my Keri's wonderful ass.