Pat was this woman

Pat was this woman I knew I asked for a date. I knocked at her door she invited me in she offered me a seat on a long sofa . I sat nursing a beer while she did her toilet. I was nervous. I had another beer, she looked better than she did before. I had another beer, she was a decade older, I was a novice, she sat close to me on that sofa. I took off my shoes and stretched out on the couch. She was at ease. My cock stirred beneath my pants it was stiffening she noticed her hand descended slowly in that direction she knew the meaning of erection she rubbed and buffed like she was working with steel it felt good. Aching I asked her to quit awhile she complied. I was weak I kissed her lips they tasted of honey I wanted to eat her. She knew and guided me by the hand bedroombound. She slipped out of this black silk pantsuit I was excited I stripped fast her body was a delight to the eye and the touch she was a god.