A Chance Encounter with My Client

As I stood at the doorway, I couldn’t help but notice the way Sally’s eyes sparkled as she invited me in. We had met a week ago, and I had been sent to her house to show her some carpet samples. I had to admit, I had been looking forward to this visit, not just for the potential sale, but for the chance to see her again. She was a feisty one, with a spark in her eye that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Come on in, dear,” she said, patting the couch beside her. I sat down, trying to focus on the task at hand, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. She was 75, but she was still a stunner. Her silver hair was styled perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.

“So, what do you think of the carpets?” she asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track. I nodded, trying to focus, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her skin against mine.

We chatted for a bit longer, discussing the merits of different carpet styles, but my mind kept wandering back to Sally. I couldn’t believe how much I was drawn to her. And then, without warning, she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I was taken aback, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I leaned in, feeling a spark of electricity as our lips touched.

We kissed for a long time, the tension between us building until it was almost unbearable. And then, without warning, Sally pulled away and began unbuttoning my shirt. I felt a rush of excitement as her hands touched my skin, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was hooked.

“Where’s Colin?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out husky with desire. Sally just smiled and said, “He’s in the bedroom, watching TV.” And with that, she began kissing my neck, working her way down to my chest. I felt myself getting harder by the second, and I knew that I was in trouble.

“Suck my nipple,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I lifted her tit and began sucking, feeling her hot breath on my skin. And then, without warning, she reached down and took hold of my cock, squeezing it through my pants.

“Let’s get comfortable,” she whispered, getting to her feet. I stood up, feeling a rush of excitement as she led me to the couch. We sat down together, and Sally began to undress, her dress falling to the floor as she revealed her stunning figure. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a 75-year-old woman, but she was still a sex goddess.

“Take off my bra,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. I did as she asked, feeling her hot breath on my skin as she leaned in to kiss me. And then, without warning, she reached down and took hold of my cock, squeezing it through my boxers.

“Let’s get started,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, we began to make love, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

We fucked for what felt like hours, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much I was enjoying myself. And then, without warning, Sally reached down and took hold of my cock, squeezing it tightly.

“Don’t move,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, she began to suck me, her mouth hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat. I felt a rush of excitement as she began to stroke my scrotum with her finger, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was going to cum, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Ah, yes,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, she swallowed my cum, taking every last drop into her throat. I felt a rush of excitement as she began to suck me again, her mouth hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I couldn’t help but think about how much I had enjoyed myself. And then, without warning, Colin walked into the room, a smile on his face.

“You can come back tomorrow,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. I couldn’t wait to see Sally again, to make love to her again. And with that, I knew that I was hooked. I was in love with a 75-year-old woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

The next day, I found myself standing in front of Sally’s house, a smile on my face. I had been looking forward to this visit all day, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. And when I walked in, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away. Sally was standing in front of me, her eyes sparkling with desire.

“I’m going to eat you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. And with that, she began to kiss me, her lips hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat. I felt a rush of excitement as she began to suck me, her mouth hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat.

We made love for what felt like hours, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much I was enjoying myself. And then, without warning, Colin walked into the room, a smile on his face.

“I think it’s time for round two,” Sally whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, we began to make love again, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying myself, how much I was in love with Sally.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that I was hooked. I was in love with a 75-year-old woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her. And with that, I knew that our love affair was only just beginning.

“Ah, yes,” Sally whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, we began to make love again, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying myself, how much I was in love with Sally.

“You’re a dirty bitch,” Colin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. I knew that Sally was a sex goddess, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that I was hooked. I was in love with a 75-year-old woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her. And with that, I knew that our love affair was only just beginning.

“I think I’m going to cum again,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. And with that, I felt a rush of excitement as I began to thrust into Sally’s body, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

“Ah, yes,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire. And with that, we began to make love again, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying myself, how much I was in love with Sally.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that I was hooked. I was in love with a 75-year-old woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her. And with that, I knew that our love affair was only just beginning.

“I’m going to eat you again,” Sally whispered, her voice husky with desire. And with that, she began to kiss me, her lips hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat. I felt a rush of excitement as she began to suck me, her mouth hot and wet as she took me deep into her throat.

We made love for what felt like hours, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much I was enjoying myself. And then, without warning, Colin walked into the room, a smile on his face.

“You can come back tomorrow,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. I couldn’t wait to see Sally again, to make love to her again. And with that, I knew that I was hooked. I was in love with a 75-year-old woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

The air was thick with anticipation as Sally and I slowly regained our composure, our bodies still humming from the intensity of our previous encounter. Her fingers danced across my skin, beckoning me closer, and I knew she was ready for more.

“I’ll have to kiss it better,” she teased, her voice husky with desire, as her hand wrapped around my shaft.

I rolled onto my back, giving her the space she needed, and she lowered her mouth over me, her lips closing around my cock like a velvet vice. The warmth of her tongue enveloped me, and she began to move, her suction intense and unrelenting.

Her tongue danced up and down my shaft, sending shivers coursing through my body, and I felt my arousal grow. She pushed the tip of her tongue into my urethral opening, and I thought I’d lost my mind, but she quickly moved on, her tongue licking the underside of my balls with a gentle suction that left me gasping.

Sally’s hand began to move faster, her strokes long and sure, and I felt myself building towards a crescendo. She slid her fingers under my foreskin, and I felt my shaft grow, my body straining towards release.

“Hold it,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, “I want to ride you.” With Colin’s help, she managed to straddle me, and I felt a rush of excitement as she lowered herself onto my cock.

At first, it was a bit awkward, but as she began to move, I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm of her body. Her downward thrusts grew more forceful, and I lifted my hips to meet her, feeling a sense of primal connection that left me breathless.

“Not deep enough,” she panted, and we stopped, Colin helping her off. We tried again, this time at the edge of the bed, but it was a disaster. Colin intervened, holding one leg up, and I took the other, sliding my cock into her warm, wet flesh.

Sally was in ecstasy, her body moving in perfect sync with mine, and I felt myself building towards a climax. “Yes, yes, oh yes!” she screamed, her body arching towards me like a bow.

Colin, it seemed, was enjoying the show, and as he pulled out his cock, I thought he was going to wank himself off, but instead, he told Sally to open her mouth and began to urinate into it. “See a dirty bitch,” he sneered, and I felt a surge of disgust, but Sally was gulping down his semen like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

I pulled Sally onto my cock, and with a few swift thrusts, I felt my body release, my semen shooting deep into her womb. I lay there, sucking her nipples, feeling a sense of primitive satisfaction, and when I finally pulled out, we arranged a return visit for the following week.

The next day, I received a call from a couple, Martha and Jeremy, who were interested in carpeting their bedroom and hallway. I arrived at their house, and as I measured the hallway, Martha knelt beside me, her eyes locked on mine. “Mrs Wilson recommended I give you a call,” she whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

I was taken aback, but I played it cool, replying, “Oh, Sally?” Martha grinned, and I knew exactly what she meant. “She’s very pleased with you,” she purred, her hand wrapping around mine. “Would you come back tomorrow to finish the measuring?” I winked, feeling a spark of excitement. “My pen’s broken,” I lied, standing up and helping Martha to her feet.

As we made our way downstairs, Martha turned to me, her eyes locked on mine. “Ten thirty, Jeremy will be out,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss. I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside me.

Mrs Wilson, it seemed, had a lot of influence, and I was starting to realize just how much business she was sending my way – and how many mature women were looking for one last thrill before closing their legs for good.