Lollipops Are For Sucking

I had seen through the glass doors that Sandra tried to catch the elevator, but the person inside was not feeling charitable and door slid closed just after Sandra had taken a couple of steps toward it.

I was standing beside her a minute later, and she was annoyed. She was a nice looking woman, about 20 years my senior, with bottle blond hair and dark brown eyes. I was the first person she met when she moved into the building, as she needed help carrying the many groceries she had bought one evening. I said "Hi" and she began to vent. Not only did the other tenant snub her, she was also having some argument with her ex-husband as to visitation rights, as well as some jerk at work giving her a hard time.

"And, I'm trying to quit smoking" she said, indicating the lollipop she was sucking on.

I tried to be encouraging and offered her a good luck. She nodded, and then said, "What are you doing later?"

Another elevator had arrived, so we got on that. I admitted that I had no plans, as this was mid-week.

"Want to come by for a drink?" Sandra had pushed 9, which is our floor.

She wasn't working the lollipop as furiously. "Please say yes, I don't want to drink alone..."

I gave in, and was told to stop by at around 8.

I arrived at 8 with a bottle of red that I had in my apartment. She opened the door and ushered me in.

Earlier, Sandra was wearing her business clothes; grey dress with a black suit coat. Now, she had changed into a snug tank top and shorts. Sure, Sandra was older than me, but damn, did she look good. The top showed a little bit of cleavage, but it wasn't anything too distracting to someone who didn't have an overactive imagination and a love for nice breasts.

"Here," I said, offering the bottle."It's just a little red."

Sandra smiled, and thanked me. "Oh, I've heard lots of good things about this brand," she said, going into the kitchen.

I was sitting on the couch when she came out with the wine glasses and the the opener. Her breasts seemed to have a pleasant fullness to them, which I hadn't noticed before as she always seemed to cover them up.

I opened the bottle - Sandra joked that she wasn't strong enough - and poured the wine. After toasting, we began talking about stuff, movies, people in the building etc. After a while and a refill, Sandra mentioned that she really felt she was going crazy not being able to smoke; she knew it was the healthier choice, but she missed the chat time she had with the other smokers.

"...but it's the little things, like what to do with my hands, and stuff."

Sandra had curled her legs under her, with her back to the armrest, so I got a great view of her bosom. While she was lamenting the fact that she can no longer smoke, I was trying to figure out just how did they stay so pert when she said something that caught my attention.

"I'm sorry, Sandra...what did you say?"

Sandra was looking at me when she repeated herself: "I said, that I honestly believe that I have some weird oral fixation."

I lost my breath for a moment and I fidgeted in my seat. "Why do you say that?" I stammered.

"Well, I always want a lollipop now, or I putting my hair in my mouth, or other sorts of candy. I just need something tasty in my mouth and I feel OK. Isn't that weird?"

I tried not thinking of other things she could put in her mouth, but I had already developed an erection. "No, it's normal. You are trying to quit smoking, after all."

"Yeah," she nodded, looking away from me. "I guess I should also try and get some exercise. You're in good shape..."

Sandra had moved over to me and touched my arm appraisingly. "Do you work out?"

I was glad for the change in topic. "Yeah, I go about two or three times a week."

"Where? At the Phillips Fitness? The one down the street?"

"Yeah. It's a nice place...whoops!"

A dribble of wine from Sandra's glass had dropped onto the leg of my shorts. If they were any other colour than tan, I wouldn't have thought of it...

Sandra put her glass down and, while apologizing, ran to the kitchen to get a damp cloth. She returned and started dabbing at the stain, but was mindful of it not setting. With her free hand, she held onto my leg, just above the knee. The warmth of it seemed to travel up my leg and encourage the erection I couldn't hide anymore.

"Oh..."Sandra began, looking down. I thought she could see it. I had to admit that it was pretty pronounced, and I wasn't really trying to keep it covered.

While one hand was rubbing in counter-clockwise circles to prevent the spread of the stain, her other hand gently caressed my thigh.

Her "I'm sorry for being so clumsy." came out like a sigh.

My reassuring "It's OK" was just as quiet.

We looked at each other briefly, not wanting to feel awkward in such a situation, but not wanting to stop it either.

Sandra's hand drifted, and instead of tending to the stain, she slowly stroked the length of my erection. She looked at me while she did it, as if I dared her that she wouldn't. I was focusing on the weight of her fingers and I gasped, surprising myself when she reached the head.

Sandra suppressed a giggle, and took me in hand again. I wet my lips and kissed her. As we broke the kiss, she was using both hands to unbutton my shorts and pull them off me. I leaned back on the couch, watching her deftly massage my cock to a firmer state with her gentle fingers.

She first kissed the underside before licking me, and taking me into her mouth. She moved along the length of the shaft, slowly, taking the time of someone who wanted to enjoy each moment. Sandra then rubbed the fullness of lips against the the head.

I pulled her up to me, and we kissed again, her awkwardly leaning above me while I tried to pull her shirt off her. I was able to expose her chest, and found that she wore no bra. I massaged those pert breasts and circled the hard nipples with my fingers.

She said,"Wait,"then sat up, and pulled off her top over her head. Her breasts jiggled free and sat high on her chest.

Sandra was standing up, unzipping her shorts as I was kicking off mine. I didn't want her to rush; I grabbed her hands before she opened her shorts. I licked her soft tummy and kissed her navel, while letting her shorts fall to the floor. Her panties soon followed.

I kissed her navel again, before looking up at her, past that wonderful bosom, and said "I want to go down on you." Sandra smiled at the offer, and then lain on the couch, one foot on the backrest and one foot on the floor.

As I inched closer, she began to pant with anticipation. I ran my fingers down her wetness, before inserting two fingers into her. She gasped, but even still, I felt her pussy grip them.

My tongue grazed against her button while I slid my fingers in and out of her. I figured by the way she gripped my fingers that she liked what I was doing, so I moved the tip of my tongue quickly, and then took a slow, wet lick against the mound. The scent engulfed me as I started to dart my tongue into her hole.

After a few minutes, her thighs closed on my head and she pulled me up to her for another deep kiss, with her sucking on my lower lip, enjoying her taste.

She pushed me down onto the couch, straddled and guided me into her. She sank onto me slowly, and I thrilled at the snug fit we had. Her hips moved, as if she wanted me to make contact with every square millimeter inside her, before she hitched herself up, and sank down again.

"Oh wow," I said, my hands travelling up to caress her breasts.

"I am going to fuck you silly," she whispered, before increasing the speed of her going up and down. She ground herself against me, her mouth opening to a big O and her eyes squeezing shut when the intensity got the better of her.

The intensity almost made me lose control, but what made me come was when Sandra pressed herself against me, rubbing her tits against my chest. I came intensely, and Sandra's eyes widened at the sudden warmth that was surging into her. She cooed.

We kissed after I finished coming, and with great reluctance, Sandra slid off me.

We dressed, chatted for a bit longer while holding hands and finishing our wine, before I left.