Now it was an offer I couldnât refuse. I thought, looking at her ripe mature body from bottom to top.
I was thinking how I was going to fill her mature holes with my cum, how I was going to bend her over on the railing of her beach stilt house facing the sea and raw fuck her asshole until she screamed my name into the ocean.
She kept looking, glancing at my dick, praying I would say yes to drink with her, her eyes flicking down to my bulge every few seconds, cheeks flushed, thighs pressing together like she was already wet just from the idea.
"If you insist so much, a drink or two wonât hurt," I said, smiling slow and dark.
"Perfect... letâs go then," she said, looking relieved, a small smile breaking through, standing up quick so her boobs jiggled, pieces of the torn cheque falling from her cleavage to the sand.
"Hey Alex, we should go back... itâs so late. Canât you say no to her?" Brittany said, grabbing my arm tight, looking at me with needy eyes like she wanted me for herself alone now, body pressing close, tits brushing my side.
Gloria grabbed the other arm. "Yeah, Alex... letâs go. We havenât even done any beach activity yetâwe just took a sunbath waiting for you," she said, showing off her Colombian glowing skin, turning slightly so her ass and thighs flexed, bikini strings digging in deep.
And their efforts to stop me werenât in vain. The way their sweat-glistened thick bodies looked, my dick was telling me to take them to some private place on the beach and fill them with so much cum, both of them would have to stop going to the school because they wouldnât have time for it while carrying my child.
But these two werenât going anywhere. I wouldnât find this GILF later if I didnât go with her now.
"Hey, Brittany, Gloria... itâs not good manners to refuse someone who is asking so sincerely," I said, telling them what they needed to do now. "So why donât you two go to our group? Tell them I found you, but I had to do something so Iâll be back later. Donât tell them what happened here, or theyâll be mad at you both."
"Alex, but..." Brittany tried, voice soft, hand squeezing my arm tighter, eyes pleading.
"Just go... Iâll join you guys soon, ok?" I said, squeezing Brittanyâs thick waist firmly, making sure she realized what sheâd get later if she listened to me and let me have some me time, fingers digging into the soft flesh, promising more.
"Okay, Alex... if you say so, but please come after a drink," Brittany said, convinced now, and taking Gloria with her. Both glanced back at me as they walked away slow, asses swaying, bodies still flushed from earlier.
"Yeah... Iâll be back soon," I said, waving at them as they glanced back.
"These girls really like you," Olivia called from behind me, her voice low and amused as I watched them go, a small smile on her face, eyes flicking down to my still-hard bulge in my shorts.
"Yeah... they can be clingy sometimes," I said, smiling back, turning to face her fully now.
"Well... letâs go then," she gestured me to walk with her, standing tall and elegant, gray hair catching the breeze, thick mature body moving with confidence.
Soon we reached her placeâa stilt beach house raised on tall wooden poles, half over the sand and half extending out over the calm sea, waves lapping gently underneath. It was really close to where we were, just a minute walk along the shore, the structure modern and luxurious: dark polished wood, large glass windows open to the ocean view, wide balcony with a railing perfect for bending someone over
Wow... it was a really nice place, I thought, admiring the house as we approached.
We reached the stairs to go up, her butler trailing just behind her, silent and professional.
"Hey, you can stay here. Iâll call you if I need anything," she said authoritatively, voice firm and used to being obeyed.
"Yes, maâam," the butler replied, stopping immediately, standing straight with hands folded behind his back.
She had many servants scattered around, ready to take her orders at a snap, but this house was her private sanctuary.
Then she gestured me to follow her up the stairs to her place. I followed close, watching as she started climbing, each step making her thick ass sway, the tight gray one-piece bikini disappearing deeper between her wide cheeks, the fabric stretched thin, outlining every curve perfectly. She glanced back once, catching me staring, a small satisfied smile on her lips, making sure I was turned on, hips swaying slower like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then we reached the door and went inside the place after climbing the stairs, as she closed the door behind her with a soft click.
And it was really nice inside, wooden interior, warm dark tones, spacious open layout, high ceilings with exposed beams, large windows facing the sea letting in golden light, soft rugs underfoot, plush couches in a living area, a sleek kitchen visible through an archway, everything luxurious and expensive, like a high-end resort villa built for one personâs pleasure.
"I used to come to this house many times a year when I was young like you," she said as I was looking around, "but now I only come when my grandchildren want to visit the beach."
"Why did you send your grandson to the hotel then?" I asked, noticing how sheâd clearly called the butler to take him back to the hotel.
"I keep this place only for myself, to relax," she said smiling, "I book hotels for everyone else who comes with me." As she spoke, she reached into her cleavage, pulling out the last few pieces of the torn cheque that had stuck there, flicking them away casually, her heavy boobs jiggling with the motion, nipples hard and visible through the tight gray fabric.
"Yeah... that works," I said, appreciating her way of thinking, how she kept her relaxation above everyone else. And I was gonna relax her in so many ways today, eyes locked on her as she removed the last pieces from her jiggling tits, the bikini straining even more now.
"Here, let me show you my family photos," she said, gesturing for me to come over where she was standing in front of shelves lined with framed pictures.
I was so lost looking at her mature curves that I didnât care about any pictureâmy eyes fixed on the way her tight gray one-piece bikini hugged her thick hips, the fabric stretched thin across her wide ass, disappearing between the cheeks, every shift of her weight making the flesh jiggle subtly.
She started telling me, "Sheâs my granddaughter... this is her husband," pointing to one frame after another, voice calm and proud, like she was sharing something normal.
But I was looking at how hot her ass looked from so closeâmy bulge almost touching her ass cheek, the heat radiating between us. The way this older woman handled herself with such confidence, standing tall, mature body on full display, I was dying to break that confidence with my dick, make her scream in pleasure, shatter her composure until she begged like a needy slut.
Without thinking, as she was telling me who the fuck was in what the fuck picture on the shelf, I moved closerâpressed my bulge on her ass cheek from the side, hard cock throbbing through my shorts, nestling into the soft give of her flesh.
She stopped speaking mid-sentenceâfroze for a second, then looked down at how my bulge was pressing harder into her, the thick outline grinding slow against her cheek, then looked back at me with wide eyes, like it was something taboo.
"So family pictures donât excite you, huh?" she asked me, voice low and teasing, eyes flicking down to my bulge.
"No," I said dark, stepping closer, "but I know what does."