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When we were done, she offers me a towel to dry off and says I can dry my clothes in the dryer and she’ll get me a set of her hubby’s clothes for me to use. I head to the guest toilet and strip down, wrap myself in the towel and throw me stuff in the dryer and start it up. Sharon comes out with the clothes and hands them to me asking me if I want a pair of undies. Hell no! No way was I going to wear another man’s undies. I changed into the dry clothes while she went off to do the same. The shorts fit me like the boxers I use to sleep in, comfy and big to allow me to hang free. She calls out from the room and tells me to help myself to a drink from the fridge. I grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa, flipping through the magazines on the table. When Sharon came out she surprised me by do so in a oversized shirt. She claimed that she was too busy unpacking and had no time to do the laundry, the pair of shorts she got wet was last clean one. She then notices me drinking a beer and goes “Where’s mine?” and gets one from the fridge and sits next to me.

Drinks in hand, we flip on the tube and scan through the channels, stopping on to catch something on Discovery. After finishing the beers in Sharon’s fridge, we start opening some wine and needless to say, I’m feeling a little tipsy and she was “happy”. She then says she needs to lie down and proceeds to plonk down on the sofa resting her head on my lap. “You don’t mind do you?” she slurred. Shit no, I thought to myself, you can suck my dick while you’re there. Of course what I thought and said were quite different. I said sure. After a while, when I thought she was asleep, mini me was acting up. I nudged her gently to see if she was out, no response. I slowly laid my hand on one of her tits and yes, no bra. I gave it a slight squeeze and it was great, soft to the touch but firm enough offer a little resistance. Sharon did not wake up so I got bolder. I started to gently tweek her nipples and it got hard almost immediately. Blood was rushing to little bro and flag raising ceremony started. After a while Sharon started let out little sounds, like soft moans. I stopped, thinking she was waking up but when I realised that she was not waking up but was actually enjoying my tuning, I continued…

I got braver and turned my “attack” to what caught my attention in the first place, her ass!! As I touched her ass cheek for the first time, I swallow hard finding that she was not only braless but pantyless as well. I softly rubbed her firm ass and gently pulled her shirt up. It was really oversized and that was good, gave me room to work. I managed to uncover the shirt all the way above her ass, just shy of the waist. Surprise, surprise. She was shaved smoother than a baby’s butt and her tan line was confined to the crotch area as far as I could tell. I felt a little pre-cum form on my dick. I wanted to slip a finger in her pussy but my way in was blocked because of her position. I opted to go for a feel of her tit, in the flesh so to speak. I worked my way into the shirt and snaked my hand to her mound. Contact….. It was silky and smooth, warm to the touch. I groped it and pulled gently at her still hard nipple. As I was having my fill, I was contemplating if I should give mini me some relief. Before I could come to a decision, I felt something at my groin. I looked down and saw that Sharon had slipped a hand into my shorts and was grabbing a hold of my dick. She pulled on it and held it softly first, then tighter as she stroked me. I stopped my assault and she spoke, “Why are you stopping? Is the shirt in the way?” And with that she got up, turned to me and pulled the shirt off to reveal her taunt body. My virgin look at her full glory is a sight I will not forget. Her tan line told me that she sun bathed in the skimpiest of bikinis.

It had been a while since I had a bonk, and see her shapely figure in all its naked glory was almost enough to make me cum right there and then. I sat there stunned like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming vehicle, and in a way that’s kind of what it was. Her 38C headlights were pointed right at me and they had me under a spell. Sharon tossed the shirt aside and knelt between my legs, moving ever closer to my full mast that was pointing right at her. She reached out with both hands and laid them at the sides of my face at the jaws. She gingerly pulled me towards her. My gaze shifted and fixed on her eyes. Though Sharon was intoxicated, it barely showed in her black pearl like eyes. Her eyes were slightly glazed over but they seemed to speak to me, it was not lust or love I saw in them, they sent me a message of yearning. No, it was more than that. Her eyes told me that she wanted to be held, to be seen and more importantly, to feel wanted. At this point I felt a little guilty because it seemed like I was taking advantage of her. I reached out and touched her cheek; it was warm, almost hot. “Sharon, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. She stopped for a moment, smiled sweetly at me and pulled me closer.

She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and put her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. Instinctively, I wrapped my own arms around her waist and back, in doing so I slid forward a bit and held her closer. Sharon head rested on my shoulder, her chest was against mine and her breasts were pressed into my chest. My dick was at her navel and our hug had caused it to be pushed flat against her, pointing up. She then released her hold on me and her arms slid from around my neck, across my shoulder, down my arms till her hands were on mine. She took hold of my right hand with both of hers, lifted it and brought it to rest on her left breast. She changed her hold and using her hands, she guided me to fondle her tit. With my left hand, I ran my fingers through her lush locks and when I had my hand at the back head, I pulled her toward me and brought her lips to mine once again. This time we were locked in a passionate French kiss, she darted her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated in the same fashion. Our tongues lashed against each other, as if engaging in a fight. I sucked her tongue and she purred like a kitten being stroked. I broke our lip lock and planted little pecks on her, slowly making my way to her right ear. I first kissed, then sucked her earlobe and finally licked it while letting out a controlled breath. “oohhh” she moaned. It was music to my ears…