A Sexy Blast from the Past

Mike always preferred to do his shopping when the stores weren't crowded, late at night or early morning. He could go from one department to another without having to squeeze past groups of shoppers clogging up the aisles, following the list he had prepared in his phone and checking off the items after he pulled them from the shelves. Dropping the deodorant into his basket, he saw that the next thing he needed was paper towels, which he knew he could find in the back part of the store.

Whipping the cart to the end of the aisle and turning left, he was startled by a loud crash as his cart collided with one coming from the opposite direction. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" he blurted out before he could even see who was pushing the other cart. He was surprised that a woman was shouting at him, "Watch where you're going, you fucking asshole!"

It took a few seconds to realize that he was face to face with a former co-worker named Angela. He had always had a quiet crush on her, and thought she was extremely sexy, and at that moment he couldn't help but notice anything except those huge melons jiggling under her oversized T-shirt. He had never pushed anything or even asked her out to lunch because he was afraid of her jealous gun collector husband. Mike had been divorced 11 years at that point and very rarely dated.

She was blatantly laughing at him and Mike couldn't help but notice how her heavy boobs jiggled when she did. Angela was his fantasy come to life: several inches shorter than himself, with a thick, sexy, curvy body, a large plush backside that looked incredible in jeans, long blonde hair that she always maintained in waves and curls, and a gorgeous face, accented with lush lips that seemed to be perpetually pouting.

"Gotcha! You always were my favorite pervert stalker."

"Well hello yourself, Angela. Don't you think that 'pervert stalker' is little harsh? How about 'admirer'?"

"Maybe. But why are always so jumpy? Or are you just distracted by my tits again? You were always sneaking peeks at my tits and ass." More laughter when she noticed how uncomfortable he was starting to become.

Mike suddenly found himself reminiscing about a teasing incident several years ago that started with the both of them quite drunk at an office Christmas party. He cornered Angela in a vacant office and asked her what was the cup size of her bra. She acted shocked, but she also laughed and said, "You'll never know!" A month later, she brought him a birthday card and signed it "Love Ang-EE-la". His reaction that day was a simple "Oh shit!"

"Kinda hard to not notice your tits, especially when you make sure to bring them to my attention like that. By the way, how's Roger?" Mike found himself quickly looking around, glancing over his shoulder, half-expecting to see a.357 barrel aimed his way.

"Actually, Roger passed from pancreatic cancer last year."

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"It came pretty quickly, and it was shocking, cause he'd always been so healthy and hard working. After the funeral I couldn't stand being in that big house in the country by myself, so I sold it and got a nice little place here in town."

"And your son, Christopher?" Mike had met their son at the office a few times, before Angela took a medical retirement. He seemed like a good kid, albeit a little flaky and unreliable.

"He got married and moved to Georgia before Roger died. I think he finally grew up and now they're expecting a baby. What about you? Have you finally got a love in your life?"

"I've been on a few dates, but nobody serious. You know I was married once before, and that was pretty disastrous."

"Are you at least getting laid?". She loved making him blush and squirm.

"Nope. Not in a very long time."

"That's a shame. Everyone should at least get to third base from time to time, don't you think? So have you been jerking off thinking about me? Do you still fantasize about old fat Angela?"

"To be completely honest, yes. You were always my favorite daytime and nighttime dream. I hope that doesn't make you feel weird."

"Naaahhh. I've been going through way too many vibrator batteries myself. Want to guess who I think about when I'm feeling lonely?" That remark was followed by a wicked smile.

"Let see if i can guess. Chris Evans?"

"Nope"

"Blake Shelton?"

"Are you serious?"

"Paul Rudd?"

"I don't even know who that is. I meant you, dummy." Another wicked smile.

Even the thought of Angela getting herself off with a sextoy was arousing and Mike noticed that his penis was responding, thickening and growing in his loose cargo shorts, especially at the hint that he might be the subject of her fantasies. He was very glad there was a grocery cart in front of him, but she noticed anyway and smiled.

"A gorgeous woman like yourself doesn't at least have a steady beau? I find that hard to believe."

"Don't flatter me. I know I'm old and fat, Roger used to tell me how undesirable I am all the time. Look at how gray my hair is starting to get."

"Forget that bullshit. You're only a few months older than me, and you know that I always crushed on you. To be honest, Roger was the only thing that kept me from going after you. If you're up for it, I would love to take you out to dinner some time get to know you again." Mike decided there was no point holding back, might as well go for the gusto, and he noticed that she was smiling.

"Sure, I like that idea. Do you like Chinese food? There's a new place over on Burns Circle that I've been thinking about trying."

"Yeah, you mean Hibachi Palace? I've had lunch there a few times, and their food is really good."

"Oh? Who were you taking to lunch? Someone from the office? Hmmmmmm?"

"No lunch dates, or dinner dates, or anything like that. Their lunch buffet is pretty decent, plus it's quick and easy when you gotta get back to work. Give me your cellphone number. I'll be out of town for the next couple of days for a seminar, and I can call you when I get back."

"Good idea. It's 555-2009. Call or text anytime."

"Anytime? Even if you're busy wearing out some batteries?"

"You are so deliciously naughty!", and she burst out into more laughter while walking towards the checkout registers. Angela was swaying her ample ass side to side, and Mike just stared. She looked back over her shoulder, and when she saw him watching, her smile returned. He stayed behind his cart to hide his hard on, but he decided it would be best to go pay at the self checkout rather than having to deal with a cashier. He finally abandoned the cart in the dark parking lot and went immediately home, making a mental note to return in a few days for the remaining items on his shopping list.

He then went home to relieve the boner with a slow masturbation session, imagining that Angela might be doing the same. In his mind she was laying back on her own bed with her knees up, fucking herself with the vibrator and moaning loudly while twisting her nipples with her other hand. That was just the inspiration he needed as he felt his balls tighten and he ejaculated onto the carpet.

The next morning, as he drove to the seminar, his mind kept going back to the conversation they had at the grocery store, and couldn't keep the smile off his face. He had dreamed of going out on a date with Angela many times before, but he honestly never expected it to be real.

It was going to be difficult to focus on anything for the next two days.

That afternoon, when the day's activities were done, Mike checked into his hotel and ordered dinner to be brought to his room. While he waited for the delivery, he heard his cellphone ring, and glancing at it, he saw that it Angela's number. He took a deep breath and tried not to sound too excited when he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi there. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No, you're not interrupting anything at all. I'm just waiting for my dinner delivery in a few minutes, so I might need to break away for a second."

"That's ok, I just wanted to tell you how nice it was to run into you last night."

"Nice? We're lucky we didn't need an ambulance after that collision. But I was really glad to see you too."

"Yeah, I could tell by the lump in your pants!"

"You're the one who had to tease me by bringing your tits into the conversation. So that's not completely my fault."

"Yeah, I know, but it's nice to know you're still turned on by me."

"Are you kidding? You're one of the sexiest women I've ever known."

"Awwwww....."

"Hang on a second. The delivery driver is knocking on the door."

"So who are we having tonight? I mean, what are we having?", more laughter.

"Very cute. I'll give you one guess who *I WISH* was at my door, but it's just chicken cacciatore and a beer." Mike was signing for dinner and seeing the driver out.

"Mmmmm. I like saucy things."

"And I like the fact you are such a saucy tease."

"Who? Me? I'm just innocently sitting on the couch, relaxing in a sports bra and panties while sipping a glass of wine."

"I didn't realize they made sports bras in an EE cup."

"Oh yes, they do. In lots of pretty colors too, and this model has a zipper on the front for easy access."

"That sounds very convenient and tempting."

"It actually feels really good, but it feels even better when I'm taking it off."

"Angela, You're killing me, but I'm loving it."

"Since I just got in from running, I'm going to peel off my sweaty underwear and get in the shower. Why don't you enjoy your dinner, and we'll talk again real soon."

"Okay. I'll be looking forward to that."

A minute later, as Mike tried to not think about Angela, naked in the shower, his phone dinged. It was a text notification, and the message list showed that there was a photo attached, and the image made his hard on return to full strength. It was a picture of her sports bra and panties, laid out on her bed. There were obvious sweat stains, but there was also a dark damp area at the crotch. The next twenty fours till he got home and ready for their date were going to be really tough. He sent a reply, "I can't wait to see you in and out of these."

About a half hour later, the text notification dinged again.

"I feel so much better after using my vibe and taking a shower."

"Wish I was there to make you feel even better than a piece of plastic."

"First off, its silicone, not plastic. Second, do you think you're up for what I want?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm UP for it right now!"

"Slow down and keep it in your pants. I want you at full strength tomorrow night, big boy"

"Okay, you delicious tease! But you better be ready for me."

"OK OK. Try to get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night Angela."

"Kiss Kiss...."

The next day was pure torture for Mike, and this boring seminar wasn't helping to distract him. All the agenda items were finished by 2:00 pm, so that gave him plenty of time to drive home, shower and shave, then get dressed before calling Angela. When he finally did around 6:00, she answered with a bubbly "Well there you are!"

"Hi! How was your day?"

"Good. I'm already downtown, shopping at an antique shop, so I can meet you at the restaurant anytime. I'm just a couple of blocks away from there."

"Cool. I can be there in about twenty minutes."

"See ya!"

It was a warm 85 degrees that day, so the contrast of the cool air conditioned restaurant was drastic, and the smells coming from the kitchen were very inviting. He found Angela in a booth at the far end of the dining area, looking like a tempting MILF goddess, the scoop neck of her flowery top showing an amazing amount of cleavage, and her tight jeans hugged her hips and thighs beautifully. Mike thought that she should be item #1 on his menu, and the idea made him smile.

"What's got you smiling? You been having inappropriate thoughts again?"

"How did you guess? I think seeing you looking so fine has got my brain going again."

"My my my! You are so good for my self esteem."

He slid into the booth, facing Angela, and skimmed the menu for the latest additions. Suddenly, he felt something warm and soft bump his knee. He was about to blurt something out when he noticed Angela grinning and realized he was feeling her toes. She must have slipped off her shoe, because the the next thing he noticed was that she slid her foot up his inseam until she found his crotch, and wiggled her toes against the zipper. Mike decided that if she was in a mood to be wicked, he was going to let her. He spread his legs a little, giving her easier access.

"Mmmmmmm.... Were you planning on getting me off in a public restaurant? I mean I'm enjoying the shit out of this, but if you keep that up, I'm gonna shoot a load of cum in my pants."

"Please don't do that yet Mikey, but I'm really loving this feeling right now." She gave him a big Cheshire cat grin and stroked his throbbing lump just a little more.

"You must be having fun too, cause your nipples are swollen and trying to poke through that top!"

"Do you know what you get when you put a dirty boy and a dirty girl together?"

"Tell me"

"Heaven on fire"

"So is heaven in your bedroom tonight?"

"Let's see if we can get through this meal and find out."

They spent the next hour talking about other people they had worked with, their backgrounds growing up and going to school, even past relationships. Mike never knew that Angela had spent 3 years in the Army before getting married. Angela was amazed at how genuinely comfortable she felt, and noticed that Mike just smiled the whole time they were together.

Afterwards, Mike got the rest of their dinners put into Styrofoam plates and took care of the check, then they made their way to the front door. They walked hand in hand to Angela's car, a roomy SUV, and Mike's first impulse was to drag Angela into the backseat for several minutes of heavy petting.

Instead, he gave her a long tender kiss, then broke away and quickly walked to his own car half a block away. After he started it, he maneuvered into traffic behind Angela. As they wound through town he noted the gorgeous homes and expensive vehicles in the driveways that they passed. Angela pulled into one as the double garage door slid open, allowing her to park her vehicle there. She stepped out and pointed to the empty space, so Mike parked his car there and she closed the garage door again.

They walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where Angela started some music and began a slow sexy dance. He slid up behind her and their bodies melted together, swaying and grinding against each other.

Angela felt Mike's hard cock pressed against her backside, his hands gripping her hips to keep their bodies glued together as they continued this sensuous dance for several minutes. Meanwhile his lips and tongue feasted on her delicate earlobe and neck, licking and nibbling and she replied with a delicious whine.

One of his hands slid up to a massive breast, groping it through the thin shirt, feeling its soft hefty weight and making her breathing get deep and ragged. His other hand found the fly of her jeans, opened it, then squirmed toward her overheated crotch. Sliding under the elastic waistband of her panties, he found a trim bush of pubic hairs and her swollen dripping wet pussy lips.

As he teased Angela's clit and pussy with the tips of his fingers, the hand groping her massive left boob went under her shirt and pulled the bra cup up and over it, exposing a giant swollen nipple to play with. He twisted and pulled the nipple like a greedy beast, and that brought a smile to her lips.

"Oh baby, I've been waiting too long for you," she whispered, "let's go to the bedroom now!"

Mike followed Angela like an eager puppy, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, as she shimmied her jeans off and tossed her top aside. Looking at Mike already fully undressed and painfully erect, she laughed and said, "I guess somebody's ready to go? Get on the bed with your head right here on the edge of the mattress."

Of course he complied, laying on his back with the top of his head sticking off the edge of her bed. Angela walked over to him, and with her legs spread wide, lowered her panty-covered crotch onto his mouth saying, "Since you're ready to play, you can start by licking all the pussy juice off my panties. Keep your hands at your side and give me some tongue action!"

Mike could feel the crevice of her pussy through her underwear, which were soaking wet with sweet sticky nectar, and even felt her clit throb. Angela moaned softly, rocking her hips up and down his face with her eyes closed as she groped her tits.

"Ooh, that's nice. You're making this dirty old broad feel really good. Hmmmmmm yeah. Oooh!"

He saw the bra hit the floor, and watched as Angela twisted and pulled her giant nipples, giving them the sweet torture that complimented the tongue lashing Mike was giving her.

"Now stop being nice and give it to me good! Lick me like you mean it! Oh fuck yeah!"

The thin fabric slid into her lubricated crevice, and his tongue was lapping at her pussy lips on either side as her moans got louder, bouncing her crotch on his face. Her movements became faster and more forceful as her moans got louder.

"Ugh.... ugh..... ugh! Damn, you're good. I'm going to cum on your face!! Ugh! Now! YES!!"

As she orgasmed, Angela subconsciously slammed her powerful thighs together, trapping Mike's skull tightly. The muscles in her thighs and calves twitched, making the rest of her shake and jiggle. If she hadn't had her fingers tangled in Mike's hair, holding his head to her pussy, she might have bounced herself all the way across the house.

"Suck my pussy! I'm going to drown you when I cum! Right there! Don't stop licking me baby!"

She screamed and drenched Mike's face and open mouth with her sweet sticky juices. He caught what he could on his extended tongue, but much of her lady cum covered his face and dripped to the carpet below. Angela's fingers were still in his hair, and she mashed her crotch on Mike's face. She couldn't see his face, but she imagined that he was smiling.

"Wow! I always dreamed that you were an expert pussy licker, but that was world class! I haven't cum like that since.... ever! Get up here on the bed, cause I need to get fucked, and your dick looks good and stiff."

She directed him on his back in the mattress, then she straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist. Mike guided his throbbing member to her pussy, then slid in until he was balls deep. Angela grunted as she rocked her hips back and forth on him while she brought his hands to her boobs. He had dreamed of groping these massive melons so many times before, but reality was even better. He raised his head off the pillow and devoured her nipples, until his face disappeared in her magnificent cleavage.

Angela looked down and chuckled at him, but Mike didn't care. He was finally in bed with Angela, and he was relishing in the smell and taste of her as he slammed his crotch against hers. She bounced off him again and again, making the bed creak with each thrust, and dripping sweat onto Mike. His hands gripped her meaty asscheeks with force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Mike was grunting like an animal as he pounded into Angela, and she was slamming down on him with all the force she could muster. The mattress creaked with each thrust, the headboard slapping the wall behind it. Finally, he couldn't hold back the explosion building in his testicles and Angela felt his semen splashing against her cervix and his cock pulsed, triggering her next orgasm.

She felt herself glued to Mike, regaining her breath and shaking sweat out of her hair. She saw her reflection in a mirror and laughed, "I look like a mess! Like a wild whore who just got fucked!"