by Z. Ferguson
(01/05/11)

It was 2:10 a.m., and I was in the 24-hour grocery getting almond extract for a pound cake. I was in the middle of an all-night writing session, awash in coffee, and decided a piece of homemade pound cake would be great. Particularly for the next night, when this same project would continue. Mmmm...maybe with a drizzle of vanilla icing.

The store was simmering with the ebb and flow of wee-hour life, people getting off swing shifts, underagers looking to buy beer. Nightclubbers on the downhill side of partying, looking for munchies. And me, looking for almond extract.

As I grabbed a basket, I got bumped. A hand apologetically touched my shoulder. A woman wearing a collage of colors and styles eased past. "Sorry. I guess I'm not thinking where I'm going," she said.

She was the Goddess of disarray, the Goddess of last minute, late night shopping in her black, low-top tennis shoes, no socks, a green sweater with two tumbling pandas on the front, and faded, pink sweatpants that hugged her bottom. They were short on her. Like they'd grown with her for years. Her exposed calves were a warm, rosy pink. Her look, the sensuous side of friendly, tickled my flirty side. "That's okay," I said. "Best offer I've had tonight." She looked back and flashed a come-hither smile you don't normally see this time of night.

There was an unencumbered bounce to her walk. She was probably in her fifties. Short-cut, blondish-grey hair framed an amiable face -- oval shaped with apple cheeks, and a smooth, round chin. She looked me over. Her eyes were a vivid blue, and wide awake. She was a tad full-bodied, her breasts impressively emphasizing those pandas. Her skin was smooth and pale. I looked in her basket: a handful of pens, a package of disposable razors, shaving cream, a flashlight, crayons, and a pint of whipping cream. As she reached for a box of cake mix, one bare foot rose out of its shoe. Her foot was small, with a blushed heel. She transferred her basket to her other arm and looked my way. "I guess I shoulda got a cart."

"Scavenger hunt?"I asked, hoping to be cute. She glanced at her stuff and released a quick, explosive laugh that lit her entire face. "I guess it does look that way. I'm doing all sorts of stuff, here...I'm Sally." She held out her hand.

"Tom," I said. We shook. Her grip was nice and inviting. I was surprised how soft her hands were. Long thin fingers, pink like her bare heel. "Very nice to meet you, Tom," she said. I loved her voice. A silky tone that both soothed and stirred.

She walked to me holding the cake mix. "Is this a good brand?" I looked at the box, then at her, as she sidled next to me and we read the ingredients. There was a fresh floral scent in her hair. Maybe from a shower or bubble bath. Full and comfortable. I pictured her stepping from the tub, dripping and Rubenesque. Even though alone, blushing, covering herself with a towel.

"It looks okay," I said. "Eggs and egg yolks. They want you to add oil. This should be pretty moist."

She looked up at me. I noted her dark lashes. "You sound like you bake a little," she said.

"I've done some."

She looked at the extract in my basket. "For a cake, right?"

"Yeah. I felt like pound cake, tonight. Well now, this morning. It'll be for tonight."

She gave me a bump. "She's a lucky woman."

I caught the indirect questioning. "Oh, it's just me." We walked together and I realized I didn't want to leave her. I checked her basket. "Crayons for the kids?"

"No kids. They're for me."

"Flashlight?"

"Needed one for sometime..." She shot me a Cheshire grin. She was enjoying this.

"Cream for coffee?"

She patted her hip. "With these hips? Are you kidding? The cream's for my skinny next door neighbor."

"Shaving stuff for hubby?"

She burst out laughing, clutching my arm. "Boy. Are you way off!"

"Well Sally, you gotta help me out, here. I can't accurately probe into your private life without a hint or two."

"Okay, Inspector Tom, let me think about this."

We walked in silence for a few of steps, giving each other brief bumps. A blush rose from her neck to her face. Deep pink like a sunset. Very appealing. A youthful glow on a mature woman. I looked at her bare calves -- they were blushing, too. Wow, I thought, a complete body blush. Something's truly going on with her. She released my arm and grabbed her basket with both hands in front. Suddenly, she looked much younger. She leaned on my shoulder. "All right. I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've only known you for a bit. Oh, I guess it's all right. You seem nice. Besides, it's part of my new approach to life. Oh shit. I'm ruminating. Heh, heh, here we go..."

I felt a blush coming on, myself, as she began: "I'm 58 and at that age in life, you know. Well you probably don't know, yet. I've been a 'good girl,' and now, I want to do something bold. But I don't want a tattoo. I want to do something that's dramatic, but not permanent, you know? I'm a school teacher. Oh, I don't know why I even said that. But it kind of has to do with...my mission. Have you been in a junior high classroom, lately? The kids are really different. I mean, 'different.' There's this one girl in my class that has a habit of wearing these extremely short skirts, but she conducts herself like she's wearing jeans. Anyway, she was completing a pop quiz, and she dropped her pen. I was up front watching the class, and of course my eyes went to her. She went down in a squat, opened her legs, and there it was: her you-know-what, staring me right in the face. She wasn't wearing any underpants. It was as clean and bald as Yul Brynner. Who lets their kids out of the house without underthings? Well, I looked away. I wanted to say something to her later, but I didn't know how she'd react. But I'm getting off course, here." She took a deep breath. "Okay. So. I want to do something bold. I remembered that girl in my class, and that's when it hit me. God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. I'm gonna die right here! She leaned on me and whispered. "I'm going to shave off my pubic hair." She turned crimson.

I laughed. "That's a statement, Sally."

She grabbed my waist, and we hugged. I felt her warmth, her softness. My hands clutched her body. She was unrestricted under those casuals, no bra, no panties. Her breasts pressed into me. I felt her heart beating. She stepped out of one of her shoes and looked up at me. "So Tom, pretty kinky, doncha' think?"

"Very."

I looked into her eyes, picturing her naked, legs open, shaving away. The image caused a stirring in my jeans. I watched her mouth as her laugh subsided. Her eyes danced and widened as she realized where we were headed. She raised her lips and we moved in for our first kiss, letting our baskets slip, kissing first gently, then fully, tongues flickering. I pulled her into me. She stepped out of her other shoe, and ran her bare foot along the back of my calf as we pressed bodies. My cock rose hard and pounded between us. I shuddered.

"You okay?" She whispered.

"Oh Sally, way past okay," I said, kissing her again.

We picked up our baskets and she grabbed my arm. "Well. Well, yes. We're quite the twosome here, this morning aren't we?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Think they got an eyeful?"

"Oh yeah," I replied, "and I think they're jealous. Nice kiss by the way..."I said, adjusting myself to point up, feeling my length hard and hot against my stomach. She watched my motion, with a lustful smirk. "You're not so bad yourself, fellah."

She patted me on the thigh and grazed my cock with her little finger. "My age won't be a problem, will it? I mean, I don't know your age."

"I'm 32."

"32? Jeez. Well at least you're taller than me."

We walked through the store arm in arm, sharing brief kisses, talking about our lives, favorite foods, commenting on foods on the shelves. She gripped my arm tighter. "I'm still gonna do it."

"The shaving?"

She stopped. "Yes. And you know, I could make a ceremony of it. Kind of a rite of passage. Maybe light a candle." She winked. "Invite a friend. You want to join me?"

My heart thundered. I was sure she could hear the beats. I gave her a soft peck. "I'd love to."

"Well," she said, blushing, running her hand through her hair, "I guess that settles it, doesn't it? I mean, there's no turning back now." She giggled.

We stood at checkout, and I put my hand on her bottom, rubbing it with subtle caresses. Loving those two round, firm globes.

"Looks like you two are going to do some cooking," said the cashier.

"Oh yeah," I said, probably a bit too enthused.

Sally backed into my hand with a shimmy, as the cashier rang up our groceries. I paid for both. Chuckling, I grabbed the bags, and Sally grabbed my arm.

We laughed out loud when we discovered our cars were parked next to each other. She wrapped one arm around my neck. Her kiss was hot and seared my insides. Her tongue flicked devilishly against mine. She had a good grip on my cock.

"Follow me," she gasped.

Her house was nearby, one of a line of saltboxes, probably built after World War II. The street was quiet and pleasant, lined with a few trees. Her place was white with black and green trim, full planter boxes at both front windows.

"I try to keep something in the planters all year round," she said as we held hands to the porch, "it's kind of sad when planter boxes are empty, don't you think?"

I gave her a big hug of agreement.

Inside, door closed, we were all over each other, in the darkened room, like a convict and spouse on a conjugal visit. Hot and immediate. On the floor. I was enamored with the feel of her body. My hands were under her sweatshirt, down her back, then down inside her sweatpants feeling that marvelous plump bottom, and feeling her clench her butt cheeks on my fingers, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled down her sweatpants and gazed at her blond tuft as she pulled one leg, then the other from the pants, her teeth biting her lower lip.

She worked my belt and zipper, reached in and grabbed a handful. I shivered as her hand wrapped around me. She slid down to face my cock. "You're quite ready, aren't you, my dear," she said as she stroked.

"Since we met," I said, panting.

As her lips neared the head, she tapped the slit with her tongue, then eased my length into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down my cock and brought forth my first come. Then ran her tongue along the side. I nearly wept.

"There, my honey. Did that feel all right?"

"Magnificent..."

She patted my spent cock and smiled. "Well, that was for being such good company in the store this morning. But we have to get to the ceremony."

I watched her breasts swing as she stood, then gazed in hunger at her blond tuft. "Don't you want to..."

"Oh, more than you'll ever know, lover, but since you're here, I thought I'd have a change of plan. Now take off your clothes. I think we both should be unveiled for the unveiling, don't you?" She got up. "I'll be right back."

I felt chilly without her, stripped and naked on the carpet. I leaned back against the sofa, looking around the small living room. I looked at her pile of multi-colored clothing and tennis shoes, next to my clothes.

"Can you hear me? I'm in my bathroom." She called from the other room.

"Perfectly, Sally."

"Good. I'm getting ready. I bought this yesterday afternoon. I was going to wear it while I shaved, you know, just to get into the mood. Then," she giggled, "I was going to pleasure myself, to celebrate, you know, as part of the research, just to see if it's any different when it's bald. I've heard that it's quite stimulating." She emerged from the bathroom. "What do you think?"

Sally appeared in a purple, baby doll nightie, holding a tray with a razor, shaving cream, a bowl with water, and a mirror. Two towels were on her arm. The bodice was lacy. Her breasts pushed against the lace like playful caged puppies hungry for affection. Her nipples were like their bright pink noses. She set down the tray and gave a fashion twirl. Her bottom winked at me as it flashed by. Her plush blond mound peeked just below the hemline. She looked delicious. I gave an appreciative, retro, long, wolf whistle.

"You really like it?"

"Sally, it's perfect." My cock rose in standing ovation.

She carried the tray to the coffee table. Her breasts tugged the spaghetti straps.

"You are a most wonderful and welcome addition to my morning, sir," she said, pressing against me. She laid one of the towels on the sofa, sat and gave me a wicked smile, raising her eyebrows. She sat back and opened her legs.

"I'll let you apply the lather."

I got to my knees, cock bobbing, put a squirt of lather on my fingers and gently applied it to her pussy. The tip of my cock was bumping the front of the sofa, and I thought about putting the other towel there, in case I shot. My hand moved around her sex, thumb running along her labia. "God, my baby, that feels so good," she whispered.

As I applied more, I mentally banged my head with my hand for not kissing her there before applying the shaving cream. I looked at her quiet, loving face. She blew me a kiss. "You're so gentle with me, honey. I love it." She looked down. "And you're so hard. We'll have to fix that."

She lowered her legs, keeping them open, and swished the razor in the bowl. "Okay. Now, I have to do the shaving. Boy. It's a good thing we didn't do any drinking, huh? You can watch, if you like. That way, I won't need the mirror until the end. Just to check it out for myself."

If I liked. My eyes were unflappable, glued to her lathered mound as she ran the razor, removing small clumps of hair, and dipping it in the water.

"You want me to warm it up a bit?" I asked.

"You mean the water, Tom?" She chuckled while she shaved. "No, the water's fine. Wow. It's really feeling bare. I mean kind of alive, you know? I'm really getting horny. Most scintillating. And wet. How does it look from your angle?" Her voice was getting hoarse.

"It looks incredible, Sally, let me freshen the water to rinse you off."

I got up and walked to the kitchen, emptied and refilled the bowl with warm water.

On my way back, Sally watched, eyes wide. "Oh wow, baby, watching you walk that big cock across the room, while I'm sitting here with my almost bald, wet, horny pussy, I think I'm going to blow a fuse."

She was almost done. On top of being funny, smart, and lustful, Sally had one of nicest looking bare pussies. The lips were full and luscious. Her clit sat like an anointed pearl on a throne at top, partly exposed from its sheath. I cleaned her up, and she opened her legs wider, moving her hips. "Oh lover, that warm water feels so good. And I want you so bad."

Such a kissable yoni. She placed my hand on the smooth soft skin and guided my fingers inside her. Her moisture ran like a small, gentle stream from a scenic mountain crevice. She moved her hips, peeled the negligee off her shoulders, and grabbed her breasts. I turned my fingers up to a crook.

"That's the spot! Oh Jesus! That's so good." She gyrated on my hand. My cock was going crazy. "Baby..." she gasped, "put your cock in me. Give me your prick!"

I moved up onto her and she guided me in. Moisture ran in gushes as we thrashed. Her hips bounced, swiveled, and tossed with abandon. She threw her head back and propelled herself onto me again and again. She grabbed my arms and humped with savage thrusts. My eyes popped open in bliss.

"Oh Christ, baby!" She encircled my neck and pulled me into her. The house was quiet but for the slapping of our thighs, sloshing of her pussy, and our gasps and exhalations. When I finally came it was hot and plentiful. Sally writhed on my cock all the way. Her pussy pumped for every last drop. I withdrew and had to taste her. I put my mouth to her beautiful bald cunny, lapping, feeling my tongue along her smooth skin, in and out of her pink center. She grabbed my head and pressed my mouth hard to her, letting out lovely loud gasps and wails. I was hard again. I couldn't get enough of her. Our lust was overpowering. We worked many positions, on into sunrise. Side by side. Behind. Sixty-nine. Then finally, she on top, moving back and forth, as the rays of the morning sun peeked through her window.

She looked into my eyes. Her hair was wet. Eyes, dilated and lustful. She lay heavy on me, legs draped on either side, and we shared a heartbeat.

We had many delicious collisions that day, initiating her newly exposed sex. By afternoon, we were quivering masses of happiness. We slept in each other's arms. Late afternoon we awoke, rose, and naked, cleaned our stage, smiling and blushing at each other over our ardor. Then we collapsed on the sofa and wrapped ourselves in a blanket, cuddling away the last wonderful minutes of the day. She told me about her experiences as a teacher. I told her about my writing project. She gave me a quick kiss. "I'm hungry. You hungry?"

"I could eat," I said. "And how about almond pound cake for dessert?"

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