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When my parents went out of town, they had their friend Kay stay at the house to take care of the dogs. They forgot to tell me, though, and so when I showed up on Friday expecting two hungry animals and an empty house, I was surprised to find someone else already there. Kay explained what happened and said she’d like to stay, if I didn’t mind.

Work was being done on her own house, and she needed a break from the noise. I said I didn’t mind at all.

Kay has always been one of my mum’s more attractive friends, and as she gets older, she only gets hotter. She’d been a real party animal when she was younger, my mum used to tell me, and she still wore crazy rock’n'roll get-ups, like leather pants and shirts with fringe. As a kid, I thought she’d be a lot better looking if she didn’t wear such ridiculous outfits, but now I know her skintight leather and belly-bar­ing shirts are actually really cool-or really hot.

That afternoon, I had to run some errands for my parents, and Kay offered to come along and keep me company. I’d been living away from home since I left for uni a few years ago, and she thought I might have forgotten where things were. I’d been home plenty of times since moving away and couldn’t forget where anything was if I tried, but I didn’t want to tell Kay that.

As we drove around town, Kay and I chatted about what I was up to at uni and where she was working. The more time we spent alone, though, the more our chatting became flirting, and soon enough we were blatantly hitting on each other. If anyone had been paying attention, they would’ve seen sparks.

On the way back home that night, we stopped to pick up a pizza for din­ner. When we got back to the house and started eating, Kay stopped after only one slice, even though she’d said she was starving in the car. I asked her what was up and she said she couldn’t have too much, she was on a diet and even one slice was going to throw her off track.

I didn’t get why she was on a diet, so I asked her about it, and she said that she was getting a bit chubby as she got older. Then she stood up and grabbed some flesh between her fin­gers, as if proving her point.

“Are you kidding?” I said, baffled. “You don’t need to go on a diet. You are so fuckin’ hot!”

I hadn’t meant to be that blunt, but when Kay glanced at me, I was glad I had been. She had a look of total dis­belief, but I could also see some lust in her eyes, and I wanted to see where this was going. Well, after she got over hearing me call her hot, she grabbed my arm and kissed me.

The pizza was forgotten after that as we got caught up in each other. Soon we were tearing at each other’s clothes and really going at it. The next thing I knew, we were on the kitchen floor, totally naked, and I was hovering over Kay, about to enter her love tunnel. I pushed in quickly and started really fucking her immediately. I’d wanted to hook up with her since I turned 18, and now that I was getting my chance, I didn’t want to waste it.

Kay started moving with me, buck­ing her hips to meet mine as I stroked into her. She definitely knew what she was doing, but I was happy that I had some experience, too, so I wasn’t fum­bling around in bed with her like some loser kid. I pumped fast and hard, really pounding her, and she moaned a lot, obviously enjoying her­self. I was having a good time, too, since Kay’s pussy was still tight. I wasn’t expecting that, since she was at least twice my age and had a lot more experience, but she was as tight as any other girl I’d been with at uni, maybe even tighter than some of the sluttier girls.

We went at it for at least 15 min­utes, really fucking each other, until I couldn’t take it anymore and felt my dick starting to ache; I was going to come, and soon. I started thrusting faster, and in a couple of seconds I was blowing my load.

“Fuck!” I shouted over and over as I came, filling Kay with my jizz. She came right after me, calling my name as her body shook.

The two of us continued to writhe together for a while, really enjoying our climaxes, until we were both com­pletely exhausted. Then we cuddled together on the kitchen floor and fell asleep right there on the tiles. The next morning, we woke up and had another go before cleaning up the kitchen and taking care of the dogs.

For the rest of the week, we had a routine. We would wake up, fuck, take the dogs out, run some errands, fuck some more, have dinner, watch some TV and fuck again until we fell asleep. Then my parents came home, and Kay and I went our separate ways.

I haven’t seen or talked to her since then, but it sure was a week to remem­ber. If she reads this, I just want her to know that I still think about her all the time, and I still want her.

-Name and address withheld

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