My name is Stacy Fahey. I was 26 at the time this encounter took place, divorced about a year, working at a big city law firm. I’d turned into quite the party girl, meeting and sleeping with dozens of men. Most all were married, which made it easier to avoid getting involved. Few made an impression on me, beyond the ability to satisfy sexually. But Joe did.
My car was in the shop, and Joe, the “maintenance director” (i.e. janitor) where I worked offered to give me a ride home. Joe was an older black man, maybe 60, who was always so sweet to me, asking things like, “Do you need anything, Miss Stacy?” or “Let me get that for you, Miss Stacy.” Things like that. I was sure he had a little crush on me.
I was flattered.I knew Joe lived on the complete opposite side of town from the house I rented, a good 90 minutes apart. I told him I would call my sister, but he insisted.. Finally, I gave in. “Only if you let me fix you dinner when we get to my place,” I said. What could it hurt? He was such a nice man.
He shyly agreed. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble, Miss Stacy, but a home-cooked meal would be nice.”
Joe drove an older Cadillac, but it was in terrific condition. As we left work, he opened my door for me. What a gentleman! The drive would take about an hour in traffic, so I started to ask him about himself. We’d never really had a personal conversation. Joe told me that Larissa, his wife of 35 years, had died a couple of years before. He said I reminded him of her in a way, with my fun, happy personality, and the way I carried myself. I took that to mean he liked my ass!
“I live by myself. Pretty much work and home is all anymore. Sometimes I see my daughter and grand kids, but not as often as when Lacey was alive,” he said, adding, “I haven’t dated or kept company with a woman, or anything like that since she passed.”
“I was married for five years,” I shared with him. “As far as dating, now I’m making up for lost time.”
Joe wasn’t a bad looking man, with cafe au lait-colored skin. Not a big man either-only about 5’5″ and 150, with just a little tummy fat. I loved how sweet he always was to me. I’d find little candies on my desk, and cards from a “secret admirer” that I knew came from Joe. Maybe I could do something nice for him in return.
I hiked my dress up a little, so he could get a better look at my muscular thighs. He noticed. He started squirming in the driver’s seat, adjusting his slacks, and I realized he was getting a hard on. I’d never been intimate with a black man before and, in the moment, my curiosity overtook my common sense. I scooted over next to him (it was an older car with a bench seat) and started fondling his crotch gently. He wasn’t expecting that, I’m certain!
“‘Scuse me, Miss Stacy. I can’t seem to help myself. You’re so nice to me…and so pretty too. But you don’t have to do that.”
“Just relax, Joe,” I told him. “I don’t bite…well, not hard anyway.” That got a little chuckle from him and made him less tense.
Joe moaned softly as I rubbed his growing bulge, but he didn’t ask me to stop. I didn’t. I carefully undid his belt and unfastened and unzipped him — maneuvering his pants and shorts to expose his erection. Impressive. Not comically huge, but maybe 6 inches long and thick! And it was hard as a rock–no bend to it at all! I maneuvered his pants and shorts so he was out in the open, and started Maltepe Escort giving him a hand job.
“Sweet Jesus, Miss Stacy!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe y’all are doin’ that to me! I’ve dreamed about this!”
“Really? Well, have you dreamed about this, Joe?” I teased, as I proceeded to put my head in his lap, and his cock in my mouth. As he continued moaning, I reminded him to drive carefully. “Maybe, if you see a safe place, you should pull over.”
He pulled off the busy street into a strip mall parking lot. It was getting dark now, so nobody could really see what was happening in the Caddy.
I went from slowly teasing and licking his cock head to sucking him more fervently, my head moving rapidly up and down. He had his hand in my hair, and was applying a little pressure to the back of my head, while carefully pushing his cock into my mouth, matching my momentum as I blew him. It didn’t take long. He exploded like a dam bursting! I couldn’t swallow his load fast enough to keep some of it from trickling past my lips! I kept him in my mouth, making sure I got every drop I could, until he went soft enough that I could tuck it back in.
Joe was practically in tears. “Oh, Miss Stacy, thank you! I can’t believe you did that!
You are so fine! I love you, girl!” he blurted out.
“That’s so sweet of you to say, Joe.”
I guess I should have anticipated that. And I still owed him dinner!
***
When we got to my house, Joe asked me, “Sure you want me to come inside, Miss Stacy? What will your neighbors think about an old black man going in your house with you?”
“Nobody pays any attention to each other around here, Joe. Besides, it’s dark now. Nobody will even see us.”
As we reached the porch and I bent slightly to unlock the door, I felt Joe put his hand on my ass, and squeezed gently.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying you sure have a righteous booty, Miss Stacy,” Joe offered. “I don’t mean to insult you, but I’m a fan.”
I pretended to blush. “Thank you, Joe. Keep that up and maybe you’ll get a chance to examine it further, ” I winked as we went inside.
“Good lord! I don’t mean to be so forward, Miss Stacy,” Joe said. “But you are so foxy, I can’t believe I’m here with you. I know you’re way out of my league. I’m just an old man.”
I took that as a cue to ask him, “If you don’t mind, how old are you, Joe? About 60?”
Joe laughed. “Miss Stacy, I’m 71 on my next birthday.”
I was shocked. I had no idea he was that old. What was I doing? Old enough to be my grandfather, which truthfully was sort of a turn on! First black man, first grandpa!
“Wow, Joe! You sure have a lot of…life…for a 71 year old man,” I said, referring to our session in his car. I didn’t think men that old could still get it up and that hard, let alone cum like Joe had.
He laughed. “Still only 70, Miss Stacy. We’ll see how much life I have next birthday.”
I had a roast with potatoes that had been in the slow cooker since I left for work, so I whipped up a salad, and we sat down to eat. Joe tried to mind his manners, but it was obvious he didn’t eat this well normally.
He made fun of his cooking skills. “If it comes out of can, or a cereal box, I can manage it. Sometimes, not regular though, I might go to a diner. I hope I’m not makin’ a pig of myself.”
“Not at all, Joe,” I assured him. Anadolu Yakası Escort “Just slow down a little. I won’t try and take it away from you. And save some room for chocolate cake.”
“No dessert for me, Miss Stacy. I’m pre-diabetic. Gotta be extra careful.”
I asked Joe if he wanted a drink, but he told me that was off-limits as well. After dinner, I questioned him more about his past. He told me he’d been in the army for four years, After he was discharged, he married Larissa, “Lacey” he called her, then had worked construction as a younger man. He went on to work 20 years as an auto mechanic at a big local dealership. He came to where we now work when he retired from the dealership.
We were sitting on the couch with the R&B station that he’d had on in the car playing on my stereo. Al Green’s version of “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” came on. I stood up and taking his hand said, “Come dance with me, Joe.”
He held me close as we swayed to the music. I felt his loins coming to life again. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that so soon!
I led Joe to my bedroom, and, turning around, asked him to unzip me. I was wearing a green velour, VERY form-fitting, one piece jumper. Underneath it, I was wearing nothing. I seldom did. It always made me feel sexier.
Letting the dress fall to the floor, I felt Joe reach around and take my tits in his hands. Gently, he rubbed and pinched the nipples till they were taut and erect, and he kneaded the fleshiness of my breasts. They weren’t the biggest boobs on the block, but they were a nice handful, and still pretty firm. He started nibbling on my neck and rotating his groin against my ass. I felt his boner returning. And him 70 years old!
I turned around and undid his pants for the second time in two hours. After he sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks, he slid out of pants and boxers, then let me unbutton and remove his shirt. For his age, he looked really good naked–especially with that missile between his legs!
“I’m sorry, Miss Stacy, but I don’t have a rubber,” he said sadly. “I don’t have any kind of sex disease, but I don’t want to give you a baby either. Even at my age, that’s still possible.”
“Not for me Joe,” I assured him. “After I got divorced, I had my tubes tied to make sure that never happened again. We’re safe.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Joe said, “because I sure do want to ball you, young woman.” What an unusual expression. I’d heard it, but not in years.
We lay on the bed, kissing and fondling each other like two explorers discovering new lands. he seemed particularly interesting in squeezing my ass. It was intoxicating! While kissing my right breast, he started stroking my pussy and putting pressure on my clit. Oh my God, I had an orgasm right then!
He proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my stomach until he had his face in my pubic hair. He stopped and inhaled deeply, “Paradise,” I heard him say as if to himself. Then he got to work.
It was the most intense oral sex I’d ever received. Maybe because he wasn’t in a hurry like so many younger men. He found every sweet spot I had, and after countless orgasms, he took me to the big one. I screamed out as I neared climax, “I’m going to come all over your face, Joe!” And I did just that! I’d never felt anything like it!
“Uncle,” I pleaded, laughing. “I can’t take any more! Come fuck İstanbul Escort me now, Joe. And fuck me hard! Make me come again on your big black dick!”
Joe let me guide his velvety hardness into my swampy snatch, and did as he was ordered. I came over and over! Then, he slowed down, and getting up on his knees, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and went even deeper. I saw stars! He sure knew how to use the gift the good Lord had given him!
“Girl, you have the sweetest pussy,” Joe said softly. “So warm and wet. A man could get lost in here.”
With that, I gushed wetter!
After about 10 minutes of this, and with Joe still not seeming like he was close to an orgasm, I asked him, “Would you like me to turn over, Joe, so you can fuck me from behind?”
“I surely would, Miss Stacy. Your big, beautiful, white ass is what I imagine when I go to sleep at night.”
I rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air. He surprised me by starting to masturbate and spank my cheeks with his cock. He then slid it in me and proceeded to pump ferociously. My ass made a sharp slapping sound each time he slammed back into me. Fuck, it must be true–the older the violin, the sweeter the music!
Still not able to come, he slid out of me and started kissing my ass while jacking himself off. He found my anus, which I like to call my “moon blossom”, and began to plunder it with his long tongue, pounding his meat faster with each passing moment. He started to grunt, and breathing harder, got back up and, inserting just the head of his cock into my asshole, he unleashed another torrent of semen. Not as much as he deposited in my mouth when I blew him earlier, but not anything like I figured he could conjure up so soon after–or even the same week! This man was a stud!
We lay quietly for some time trying to recover with me nestled in his arm, my head on his chest. We said nothing until I broke the silence with, “Joe, that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. How do you do that?”
He thought for a moment. “Well, Miss Stacy, I don’t rightly know where that came from. I’ve never done anything quite like it before. I won’t lie. I’ve jerked off plenty thinking ’bout making love to you. Maybe, after all that practice, I just happened on it naturally.” That made us both laugh!
Joe paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “But I don’t want you thinkin’ that I expect anything more to come from it. You’re a young, lively girl, and you’ve given me everything I could ever hope to get from you on this night. You’ve been my fantasy these past months, and now that it got real, I won’t be an old pest to you. You need to be with young men your own age, until you meet the one you’re meant to grow old with.”
That was the most I ever heard Joe say at one time, and I loved him for saying it. I kissed him deeply and said, “I will never forget this night, Joe, and I certainly won’t forget you.”
***
Things went on like before at work. Joe was still sweet to me, never asking or expecting anything in return. I went back to my party girl ways, but did get together with Joe one more time, at my insistence. He seemed tired though, and the lovemaking was pretty uninspired, at least by comparison. He didn’t have anywhere close to the energy he had displayed the first time. Despite that, he made me feel cherished, but I was worried about him.
Then one day soon after, without calling in, Joe didn’t come to work. After hearing nothing for a few days, we were notified that his daughter had found him dead in his little house. He’d died of an apparent heart attack. Details were sketchy, but e were told he looked peaceful. He had a smile on his face.