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Archive-title: Girl Scout Cookies





     This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie

drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always spending

money on "worthy causes").  On Saturday, the wife and kids went into

town to do some shopping and she said they'd be gone 'till after

suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole day!  It's VERY infrequent

that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the quiet to back

up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the room that the

computer is in.



     And so it went for about an hour, when I started off-loading some

GIF pictures.  I didn't recognize the name of some of them, so spent a

few moments perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all their

glory, doing what naked ladies do best!  Then it occured to me that I

could pull out some video-tapes of some hard-core porn flicks and watch

them for awhile, since I was alone.  Usually, it's late at night when

all the kids are in bed that I get a chance to see them, and usually the

wife gets bored and goes to bed anyway, so I haven't watched them in a

long time, and this seemed like as good a time as any to let my mind

wander off into fantasy world.  So I found where they were hidden and

grabbed a cold beer on the way to the VCR.  I put in the tape and got it

started, then built a fire in the fireplace, thinking I'd cozy-up on the

floor next to it with an afghan and pillows and watch about 6 hours of

fucking on television.



     About 10 minutes into the first movie, the doorbell rang.  Living

in the country, about the only time we get anyone at our door is the

church groupies on Saturday afternoons, and they're usually hard to get

rid of, so I decided to leave the movie on with the sound turned up.

That should really piss 'em off...they'd be so embarrased, they'd leave

in a HURRY!!



     So I unlocked the door and began opening it, listening in the back-

ground to some loud moaning and groaning, with occasional dialog such as

"...FUCK me... OOOOHHHH YEEESSSSSSSS...", etc., etc., etc....



     However, to MY embarrasment, it wasn't the church people after all!

It was the mother of one of my daughter's friends, delivering my wife's

order of Girl Scout cookies!  She had her arms full, and since it was in

the mid-30's outside, I asked her to come in and set the cookies down on

the table near the front door.  Needless to say, when she realized what

the sounds were that she was hearing, she turned a deep shade of red!



     Then she asked what I was watching.  I told her about how I turned

up the sound to piss off the church groupies that usually came around

on Saturday afternoons, and so forth.  She thought that was as funny as

I thought it was gonna be.  Then she asked which movie I was watching.

When I told her, she said she hadn't seen that one herself.  Her

husband usually rented porno-movies for "special" nights at her house,

when their daughter was staying over-night at a friends' house (usually

mine!).



     So, being neighborly, I asked her if she'd care to take a few

minutes out of her rounds to watch some of the movie.  Her response was

that our cookies were the last to be delivered, she'd been on the rounds

for a couple of hours and was kinda worn out, cold, and was ready to

relax.  She'd planned on going on home, of course, but, "...why not?".



     Now, I didn't know her very well, had only met her on a couple of

occasions, usually in dropping off my daughter at her house, or she

dropping her daughter off at mine, and those were only for a few

minutes.  She seemed like a nice enough lady, fer sure, but I'm usually

quiet, shy, reserved, and not much for small talk.  I really didn't

expect her to say "yes" to my offer!  Questions raced through my head

about what I'd tell my wife if they ever talked about how this lady

watched porno-movies at my house....



     She took off her coat and handed it to me, so I hung it in the

closet in the hallway near the door while she walked into the family

room where the movie was blasting away.  When I got there, she was

sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, hands cupping her

chin...and the biggest shit-eatin' grin on her face...and red as a beet!

I turned down the volume to a reasonable level and asked her if she

wanted to join me in a beer, or if she'd prefer a glass of white wine

instead, or maybe a Pepsi?  She opted for the wine...her husband might

get a little suspicious if she came home with beer on her breath after

delivering cookies!



     When I came back from the kitchen with the glass of wine, she had

gotten a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the sofa, eyes

glued on the television where "the blond" was deep-throating a huge

cock.  When I stuck the glass of wine in front of her face, the grin

reappeared with the blush.  She didn't say anything, but took the glass

and sipped at the wine, while I sat in "my" chair half-way across the

room and grabbed my can of "Blue", then focused on "the blond" doing her

thing.  I couldn't help but think of this stranger sitting less than ten

feet away watching this movie on my television with me....  I couldn't

even remember her name!  (It was Linda)  Occasionally, as scenes would

change, I'd glance over to her to see how she was doing.  Our eyes would

never meet, but I could sense her movements...her hands would approach

her pussy, or she'd seem to rub against her tit with her upper arm, or

something subtle like that....



     This went on for what seemed like a long time, but was probably

only ten or fifteen minutes.  Then, her voice broke the ice in the room

when she asked for a refill.  Startled, I jumped out of my chair and

seemed to grab the glass out of her hand and headed for the kitchen.  As

I reached into the 'fridge for the wine bottle, I realized that she

followed right behind me....  I asked her what she thought of the movie

so far.  She replied that, in her opinion, this kind of movie didn't

really do much for her, that she watched them with her husband because

they seemed to do a LOT for him, and that she could take them or leave

them.



     I asked her if I should turn it off, and she emphatically said

"NO!  Please, leave it on!  I've been looking for an excuse to get to

know you better, and I'm glad your wife isn't home."  She was now near

enough to me that I could almost feel her without touching.  I didn't

know what to do next!  How should I act?  It had been YEARS since I'd

had an affair with another woman against my wife's knowledge...it lasted

almost 2 years before she found out....  What with working a lot of

hours, and keeping up with the 8 acres of lawn, and keeping four cars

maintained, the computers, etc., I hadn't given a lot of thought to

"other women" in a long time!  Well, yes I had, but had not taken any

initiative to get to know anyone since we moved to this remote location

almost ten years ago.  Besides, I was younger then...what possibly could

this near-stranger want with a seemingly-loyal husband of her daughter's

friend's mother?



     My head was swimming with a lot of doubts and questions when I felt

her hand on my zipper.  I realized I hadn't yet poured the wine, and

nearly spilled it as my zipper was slowly being pulled down, but I

managed to fill the glass and push the cork back onto the bottle.  Not

knowing whether or not she wanted it now, I picked it up and sheepishly

turned toward her.  With her left hand on my zipper, her right hand

surrounded mine on the wine glass, and she slowly lifted it to her lips,

looking deeply into my eyes while she downed the whole thing!  Then our

hands together set the glass on the counter and she moved them to her

breast, as she moved ever-so-close to me and reached her lips toward

mine.



     We kissed.  Slowly, she removed both her hands and surrounded my

body with them, rubbing up and down my back.  I reached my arms under

hers and pulled her tightly to me.  We continued kissing, sucking now on

each others' lips, tongues fighting for space, breathing heavily...as I

realized my wife and I hadn't kissed like this since we were first

married...



     She broke the kiss and slowly moved down my chest and on down to

my belt, undid it, opened my jeans and lowered them.  I wasn't wearing

any shorts (never do on weekends), and she seemed surprised at that,

letting out a little gasp!  As her lips surrounded the head of my

now-hard six-inches, I looked at this lady, I think, for the first

time.  I'm 5'7" tall, and when we kissed she was several inches shorter

than me, so she must have been about 5'2" or 5'3".  As I looked down at

her, she was looking up to my eyes, watching the expression on my

bewildered face.  She had my cock deep into her mouth, going back and

forth, up and down it's shaft, sucking, licking, kissing it's head, all

the while her eyes looking into mine, those beautiful big blue eyes

seemed to smile.  She was enjoying this as much as I!



     Only in my wildest fantasies had anyone ever done this to me, for

me...and here it was happening for real!  My wife would NEVER consider

doing anything like this!  The only time we "had sex" was in bed with

the lights off, usually in the missionary position, or sometimes,

rarely, she'd get on top and ride me.  But in the kitchen? ...in broad

daylight? ...giving me head? ...in the middle of the afternoon?  NEVER!



     While my mind raced on, thinking of my wife, Linda lifted my left

leg to pull off my jeans, then the right, then reached up and unbuttoned

my shirt, all the while she never let my cock out of her sucking mouth.

Now, here I am stark naked standing in the middle of the kitchen on

Saturday afternoon with a practically-strange neighbor-lady sucking my

dick!



     Eventually, the sensations began to have an impact on my brain and

it occured to me that I should return some of this great immense

pleasure to her, so I reached down and gently took her by her upper arms

and lifted her back to a standing position, where I firmly planted my

lips onto hers and resumed the wonderful kissing she had aborted

earlier.  This time, however, I reached down and lifted her sweat-shirt

up toward her shoulders.  I unfastened her bra clasp, broke the kiss,

lifted off the shirt, pulled the bra down her shoulders and off her

arms, kissing my way down her neck to her right breast, finally stopping

at the nipple.  I gently bit it and heard her let out a slight moan, so

I kissed my way over to her left nipple and did the same thing, with the

same result.  While sucking and nibbling at that nipple, I unfastened

her jeans, lowered her zipper as slowly as she had done mine, then

carefully eased the jeans over her round little ass and on down to the

floor where she immediately stepped out of them.



     Now clad only in her white bikini panties, shoes and socks, I

began a slow descent toward her blond mound, my hands working on the

nipples that my lips had just left stranded.  I managed to get the top

of her panties with my teeth and eventually had them pulled down to her

thighs far enough to be able to bury my tongue in her moist slit.  Not

only did this strange lady look beautiful, she tasted wonderful as

well!  The last time I'd tried to eat my wife, she smelled like she

hadn't bathed in weeks, and it was not very stimulating!  But this

woman had an aroma that said "sex"!  I felt like a teenager with his

first piece of pussy!  My tongue worked her clit, each hand was

squeezing a boob or pinching a nipple, and my ears heard an approving

moan that was asking for more and more! I felt Linda's hands push on

the back of my head while her hips ground toward my face, when she let

out a scream of pleasure that told me I'd done my job!  She was

trembling and breathing so heavily, I wondered why my wife and I had

never tried such an adventure.



    When her spasms subsided a bit, I removed my tongue from her clit

and lowered my hands to her hips, and raised up to face her again.  She

kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth almost like that of a snake.

Her eyes were closed and she had me in a bear hug so tight that her

nipples almost dug into my chest, and my upright cock was planted firmly

against her abdomen...I was almost fucking her naval!  She then released

me from the hug and backed away about two inches, opened her dreamy eyes

and, backing up, pulled me back toward the family room where another

porno movie was now showing, her smiling eyes never leaving mine.



    We got to the sofa, where she again sat on the edge of the cushion,

pulling me down toward her.  Again we kissed.  I was kneeling in front

of her, between her and the television, lips locked, her arms tightly

around my neck.  Then she pushed me backward and sat precisely on the

tip of my still erect member, she still wet from her earlier orgasm and

my tongue.  But she didn't allow me to penetrate her pussy beyond the

head.  Her hands now pushed against my shoulders as I leaned back,

eventually to lay on the floor with her towering over me, her tits sort

of dangling in front of my face, my cockhead just barely between her

cuntlips.  Again, I looked into her eyes, wondering what she had in

mind.  This woman had the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen!  And those sexy

eyes were looking deeply into my own!



     I heard a woman on the tube yell out an orgasmic scream just as

Linda's pussy engulfed my own rod.  She just kind-of sat there for a few

minutes, almost milking my cock with her pussy-muscles.  It felt

tremendous!  She then slowly moved up and down the shaft, still

squeezing and releasing with her cunt, especially as she got to the head

of my dick.  We had been going at this for almost an hour and I hadn't

even thought about cumming until I felt those cuntlips milking my cock,

but I managed to hold off when she eased back down it until it was

buried all the way in.  Her eyes were now closed, her head back, her

lips forming the biggest smile I'd seen on a woman's face.  She was

truly remarkable...pretty, a beautiful woman, the smoothest skin I'd

touched since I'd first touched my wife when we were barely twenty, and

this woman had to be at least our age of 40!  How did she keep so slim

and trim?



     As she rocked slowly up and down, side to side, gyrating her

pelvis, our pubic hairs meshing together, I could feel my cock throbbing

against the inner walls of her being.  I wanted to stay in this position

forever.  She was so HOT inside!  Her boobs, probably about 34-C's,

swayed with her bodily movements.  I thought about how much I'd like to

tit-fuck those beauties!  But instead, I buried my nose between them,

kissing her chest between them, holding myself up with my elbows as she

leaned toward my face, her hips continuing the rhythm against my groin.

We were a perfect "fit"!



     Then she started bucking and trembling and almost pouncing up and

down on my shaft.  I tried to counter her thrusts with my own, and the

sounds of the slapping of her wet cunt against my groin were over-

whelming!  I couldn't hold back, nor did I want to try!  I could feel my

balls about to burst, and pulled out of her pussy so I could cum!  She

yelled "WHAT the FUCK do you think you're DOING?  PUT THAT BACK WHERE

IT BELONGS!"  She then reached down and grabbed it and, lining up her

hips, sat back down onto it just as I exploded!  At the same time, she

screamed and fell onto me!



     We just laid there for a few minutes, letting our breathing

gradually return to normal.  Then, I reached across the floor and

grabbed the afghan that I was going to curl up with, and pulled it over

her nakedness.  She raised her head above mine, looked once again into

my eyes, smiled the biggest smile again, then collapsed once again

against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes,

not wanting this moment to ever pass.



     Unfortunately, it had to.  After what seemed like an eternity, but

was probably about fifteen minutes, she slowly pushed herself up and

off, my still-hard cock slapped against my abdomen when it was released

from her hot cunt.  With the afghan draped over her body, she turned and

moved down once again to my dick and licked her juices from it, then put

it, in its proud entirety, all the way into her mouth.  Not sucking now,

just sort-of slurping with her lips, wrapping her tongue around it as

she moved up and down it.  Then she stood straight up!  So I got to my

feet and tried to reach her to hug her once more.  She backed away, her

eyes on my dick, her hands at her side, a look of wonder on her face,

she said "How do you keep it so hard for so long?  My husband's goes

limp the instant he shoots his load?"



     I stammered, "Well, I don't know, actually, that usually happens to

me, too...I don't know...um, ah...."



     Then she raised her eyes to mine once again, smiled, and

practically jumped into my arms as though we were long-lost lovers

meeting at a train station after World War II or something.  She was SO

hugable!  And that's precisely what we did, hug each other for a long,

long time, her head against my shoulder, arms wrapped around my neck, my

arms wrapped around her slim body, my right hand cupping her ass-cheek,

giving it an occasional squeeze.



     Then she said, without moving, that she'd never planned this, that

it just "happened", and that I should not think any less of her because

of it.  I thought to myself, how could I think less of her because of

such a beautiful experience?  And what came out of my mouth was "Oh,

darlin'..., oh, my oh my,...", and that was all!



     She broke the embrace, pushed herself away and RAN to the kitchen

to retrieve her clothing.  I just stood there!  My cock was still

standing at attention when she came back a few minutes later fully

dressed.  She was staring at my jolly roger when she handed me my jeans,

then kind-of giggled a cute little giggle.



     "That'll be twenty bucks," she said, nonchalantly, still smiling.



     "Huh?" I responded, somewhat startled.



     "For the cookies!" she replied, with another chuckle.



     So, I reached in my jeans for my wallet, pulled out a twenty and

handed it to her.



     She looked back down at my erect penis and said, "What are you

going to do with THAT?"



     I answered, "I don't know, but I'm sure it'll be gone before my

wife gets home!".  She then reached down and wrapped her left hand

around it, and said, "Where'd you hang my coat?".



     I glanced toward the closet, where she led me by the dick, not

letting go until after she'd gotten her coat off the hanger and was

ready to put her left arm into the sleeve.  She then looked once more

into my eyes and said, "Thank you, it's been the most wonderful Saturday

afternood I've ever had."  She then turned her back to me and walked out

the door.  I just stood there and watched as the door closed behind her.



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