Love Me a Waitress Ch. 05

Unlike the last time we parted, she kept in touch, and we did talk the following week. Scheduling and various other commitments pushed my visit back into October, and I found myself taking the long ride up I 55 and 39 from St Louis toward the end of the first week of the month. I arrived on Fran's street in Ottawa, Illinois on one of those glorious fall days: still the lingering warmth of summer, but the nights were coming earlier and earlier, and the promise of chill evenings was upon the upper midwest. The colors were just starting to turn, a hint of the crimson, gold and yellow that would soon overtake the landscape of the Illinois River valley. It was magic. I pulled into the driveway of a house midway down the block, a red frame affair with a screen porch and white trim. It was Fran's mom's house. I guessed it was the house she'd grown up in.

As soon as I shut the car off, Fran came bouncing off the porch, the screen door slamming behind her. I watched her in cutoffs and a red tank top, obviously braless from the way her B cups were bobbing along. She reached me as I stepped out, giving me a slightly lingering kiss, and a long, warm hug.

"About time you got here!! I've been waiting all day!!"

"Yeah, I'd have been here sooner, but I missed all the lights."

"Still a smart ass!!"

We went inside, where Fran's approach took a more serious turn. As soon as we were in the living room, she kissed me hard, playing her hands up under my t-shirt. I took the hint, and squeezed her tits, then reached up under her top to get a handful of her softness, giving her left tit a good squeeze, then rolling the nipple between my fingers, making her sigh. I went first, pulling her tank top up over her head, releasing her boobs, which I knelt in front of, and took each in my mouth as Fran held my head to her. After I made her knees weak, I stood, kissing her as I rose. She pulled my shirt off, planting her face in my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

I held her tight a moment, then started working on her cutoffs, getting the button undone and her zipper down. I reached in, expecting to have to navigate my way through a pair of panties to get to her honey pot, but was pleasantly surprised to find there was nothing in there but Fran, in all her blonde glory.

"I see someone was expecting company," I teased, referring to her lack of underwear.

"Hey, you never know when someone will come knocking at your door. Gotta be ready," she teased back.

"Lucky for me, I showed up at the right moment. I mean, it could have been the Fuller Brush man getting this."

"Hmmm, hair brush handle..." said Fran, looking suddenly pensive.

She, meanwhile, had gotten my shorts undone, and was stroking my cock which was already well along. Her touch felt good, and I stiffened noticeably in her hand.

"Looks like someone was expecting to be company," Fran teased, stroking me, smiling up at me. We danced our way over to the sofa, kissing as we went, then lost our balance, landing with me on top of Fran, who landed on her back. Fortunately, I was able to break my fall before I crushed her to the cushions. I felt the head of my cock poking into her blonde bush. It took but a second with Fran still holding my erection, for her to guide it into her anxious twat. I pushed in deep, going all the way to her depths, my balls slapping her ass. I gave a couple of quick thrusts, which made Fran whimper.

"Damn, you're deep," said Fran, kissing me hard.

"Good company always brings a gift. I wanted to show my appreciation for your hospitality." I kissed Fran hard again, and started drilling away at her blonde gold mine. She started wrestling back, fighting my invasion from underneath. We tangled for about five minutes, til Fran's orgasm hit, and she soaked my cock, then pushed hard at me as she peaked. Her cumming hit me, and I started to spew, pinning her hard to the sofa as I released my usual massive wad, making Fran let out a long sigh as I filled and overflowed her.

We lay together a couple minutes, catching our breath. Fran spoke first.

"So, did you miss me??"

I slowly pulled my dick out of her now cum filled pussy, a flood of semen overflowing her and slipping down her ass, making a puddle on the cushion, Fran's face getting an "oh crap!!" look as she felt it, first the big drip, then a slower but steadier flow now that the original leakage had slacked off.

"Damn, I guess you did!!"

"Only a little," I teased.

"Asshole," said Fran, laughing.

We got ourselves put back together and went for an early dinner, Fran giving me the nickel tour of Ottawa before we stopped at a local place. We had a good steak dinner, Fran filling me in on developments since we'd last seen each other during the summer. She'd found a good assisted living arrangement for her mom in a private home, but would eventually have to get her into a more institutional setting. We discussed the efforts my mom put into getting my grandmother set up as she got progressively worse over time, private nurses til her needs overcame their ability to manage her, then into a home. Fran allowed how my input helped, and gave her some hope for the future, dim though it was. At least there was a reasonable path forward.

We finished dinner and went back to her house-actually, mom's house-where I got the nickel tour there, too. We finished up with a couple of drinks. Finally, it was time for bed. Fran led me upstairs to the master, which had been her parents' room when she was a kid, and which she had now taken over. She explained that it was a work in progress, as she was still making changes from her mom's decor.

"A little weird living in your parents' room now, huh??"

"Actually, it hasn't been too bad, I've made enough changes by now that it's largely mine, though I still think of it as theirs." She looked at me a minute. We were both having the realization that things were about to get a lot weirder for her. "Of course, I've never taken a boyfriend to bed in this room." She stood on her toes and kissed me. "So that might get a little strange."

"I'll try to distract you," I said, kissing her back.

"I'm sure you will," Fran smiled up at me. "Of that I have no doubt."

Over the next 90 minutes, I did my level best to distract her, doing all the things we'd been anticipating since we last saw each other, finally falling asleep together, exhausted. The next day, Fran had me help moving some larger items in and out of the room, as well as rearrange some of the furniture. Later on we moved some things over to her sister's house across town. By the time we were done, we'd made some real changes to the room, so when we went to bed that night, it was a lot less strange. By then, we were so tired we didn't even make love, just collapsing into bed together, Fran curled up to my chest.

We made up for that slow night by making love all over the house. I wound up staying a week on what had originally been a plan to stay three days. We screwed in every room, the kitchen, the shower-Fran is small, so holding her up against the wall while I pounded her was not particularly strenuous, and a treat-the basement, the back yard...

One night, late, it was around midnight, we'd been sitting out in the screen porch, just talking and occasionally kissing, on the swing there. I was wearing shorts-it had been a warm week, unseasonably so for northern Illinois in October-Fran wearing cutoffs, as she had been most of the week. As we spent more time in the warm evening, there was less conversation, and more kissing. That led to what was called, in our youth, heavy petting. Fran had been stroking my rising cock through my shorts, and I had now reached up into her cutoffs to get a couple fingers into her panties, gently playing in her blonde curls til she grabbed my arm, digging her nails in, and came. We kissed hard, then Fran got up.

"I'll be back in a moment," she said, out of breath. I always hate when a session like this gets broken up. It sinks the momentum, and often kills what had started out as a promising night. Fran went into the house. I hung out on the swing, taking Fran at her word.

Sure enough, she came out the door about three minutes later, now, instead of cutoffs, wearing a denim mini, and sat next to me on the swing. Oh boy!! A fun night just got a lot better!!

I reached over as we kissed, making a long, slow stroke up Fran's left thigh, finally reaching the top, and finding a patch of curly hair, and labia opening to my touch. She'd lost the cutoffs and the panties. This was hot.

"Reliving old times??" I asked.

"Ha, ha, not exactly. I went to college for a year, when I was 19, before dropping out. Sometimes I'd hang out here with one of my boyfriends, and we'd make out. My parents tolerated it, to a point. My mom would just look out from time to time, but my dad would knock on the window if he thought things were getting too heated." She smoothed out her skirt. "And I never would have gotten away with wearing a skirt this short then."

"So no hot sex on the porch swing??"

"No, at least I didn't actually screw any of them here," said Fran, admitting there was some youthful misbehavior, "though I did sneak a couple of them hand jobs late at night, after my parents had gone to bed." She smiled at me, rubbing my cock through my shorts.

Fran kissed me, and started working on my shorts, getting the belt and snap undone right away. I lifted up, and she unzipped me, then I pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor, my cock now standing up in the open. She moved up over me, her skirt riding up to give me a full view of her now aroused blonde twat.

"So, now, almost fifty years later," she rested a moment on my thighs, sliding closer to me. I could feel the heat from her sex. "Finally, I get laid on the porch swing." She took my shaft in hand and rubbed the head over her labia, making sure to poke her clit as she moved on me.

"I hope it was worth the wait," I said as she got me lined up with her open pussy, and I slipped inside her, going all the way to my balls in one slow, steady stroke.

Fran sighed, and settled in, kissing me. "Oh yeah. Just wish you'd been here all those years ago." We went into a long, deep kiss, Fran slowly rocking on me, taking her time getting to her own orgasm, as well as building mine. The gentle rocking went on for about 15 minutes, each of us getting closer to the inevitable finish, oh so gradually, kissing softly as we moved on each other. Every once in a while, we'd shift slightly, and my cock would poke a different spot inside Fran, whose hips would shake as the new stimulation took hold. Finally, she was getting really slick, a product of her reaching full arousal, and my leaking dick inside her.

My cumming was now imminent, and the head of my cock was swelling in anticipation of filling my hot friend with the big load she'd come to enjoy. She whimpered a couple of times, then let out a couple of soft cries as her orgasm started to rise. I was ready.

"Cum inside me," said Fran softly, bearing down on my swelling cock. It took another two or three strokes, and I was blowing ropes of sperm deep in her, which set off a full on cum, her hips how shaking and bucking as she came, a flood of woman cum that soaked me. We rode out our cumming, finally coming to rest after having moved the swing a couple feet away from the wall. I hoped there were no late night dog walkers, or close neighbors still up at that hour, now around 1245, to observe the carnal delight we were engaged in. We laughed at the effect we had on the furniture, then settled back into a long kiss, Fran staying atop me, I staying hard, thoroughly ensconced in her cum filled pussy. We continued to kiss softly, only moving when my cock finally deflated enough to start to slip out. Fran giggled at the feel of my cum now sliding down her ass, dripping onto the seat.

Fran dismounted after letting a good slug of cum drip out of her and onto my leg. She looked at me, then at the blob of semen on the swing cushion. She made a face as she felt another drip from her pussy.

"You're just going to make more work for me, aren't you?? she teased, noting the mess we'd made.

"I'll help clean up. It will be a nice reminder of how you got to where you had a nice load of my cum filling you for a couple of days."

Fran smiled. "Yeah, I'll take the clean up if that's what I need to do for this," she reached up her skirt to get some of the cum that was still leaking from her on her fingers, licking them. We kissed some more, then decided we'd clean the cushion in the morning, and she led me inside, locking up, and heading upstairs. The view from my position behind her was a delight, seeing her skinny legs up under her skirt, cum starting to slide down her thighs after hanging in her pubes for a moment. I'd done my job well, making a completely cummy mess out of her eager cunt.

We didn't waste any time getting to bed, and we were soon asleep, Fran curled up to me, as she'd become accustomed to doing during the week I was there. I'd have stayed longer, but I was running out of meds-one of the drawbacks of being in one's 60's, physical reality has caught up, and you're on a lot of medications for a variety of ills-and had to get home to restock, plus deal with a couple of appointments(doctors, what else??), get the mail, pay some bills, and so on. I told Fran the next morning I'd be back in a couple of weeks once I'd gotten everything done. She liked the idea, though when I suggested she could come down, she said she had to pass, given that she was up to her elbows dealing with her mom's affairs. I said I understood, but she was welcome any time she could get away. She kissed me, gave me a long hug, and said she'd like that.

The next morning, I awoke to the aroma of breakfast cooking, a mix of bacon and sausage. I put myself together and went to the kitchen, to find Fran wearing the same denim mini she'd had on the previous night, and a light gray spaghetti strap tank. I walk very quietly, and snuck up behind her, giving her braless tits a squeeze, making her jump since she wasn't expecting me, or the grope. She gasped, then turned to me, and I kissed her hard, now reaching up under her skirt to find... nothing. Just her little round ass. I gave it a good squeeze.

"You know what happens to girls who wear little skirts and no panties, right??"

Fran pulled away from the kiss. "Yes. Yes I do." She spread her legs a bit, and I was able to get two fingers into her labia. She was still slick from the previous night's round on the swing.

"Maybe we'll go sit on the swing after breakfast??"

"Yeah, I don't think that will be happening. Too many nosy neighbors. They're already buzzing about who's that guy staying with Fran, and it's getting pretty wild. They think we're fucking like rabbits over here, and you'll be moving in any day."

"Doesn't take much to get a rumor started, does it?? And anyway, they're half right."

"No, and this block is notorious for gossip. It was like that when I was a kid..."

"Back before telephones..." I cut her off.

"Shut up," said Fran. "You're even older than I am!! And it hasn't changed. We just have better ways to gossip now." She kissed me gently. "But, yeah, they are right about us fucking like rabbits." She smiled, dipped two fingers in her bare twat and licked them off, her eyes locked on mine.

I laughed. Whatever benefit there may be from social media, there's also a lot of crap that goes with it. Somethings may be progress, but they're not necessarily improvement.

We had a marvelous breakfast, I helping Fran with omelets. She'd made up some home fries a couple days earlier, so they complemented the eggs, and of course, English muffins, bacon and sausage links. It was hearty, and we took our time enjoying the meal and each other's company.

We finished and started clearing the table, I commented, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to keep me here."

"Yeah, right," said Fran. "Don't get your hopes up. I told you I'm not ever getting married again." I must have looked disappointed. "Doesn't mean you can't come up and stay a while. Just not permanently."

I thought a moment about a similar conversation we'd had back at my house during our reunion. "Yeah, you're probably right. We might drive each other crazy if we lived together. This is fun-I love banging you all the time, but moving in is an entirely different dynamic."

"Exactly. Much as I love you, and being with you, I also don't relish the idea of having to answer a lot of questions about where I'm going and what I'm doing. I come and go as I please, and my time is my own."

I laughed. "Yeah, I get it. That's one of the great things about being single." I looked at Fran a moment.

"What??"

"You're right. This is fun, but no strings. I love that I can come up, or you can come down, and we can have these great visits. It's great having a smart ass friend, with amazing benefits." I kissed Fran as we started in on the pans and utensils. "Though as fun as it is, I have a feeling we will be great friends, as we are," I kissed her again. "But we'd probably be terrible couple."

Fran laughed at the idea, then got a thoughtful look on her face. "Ya know, you're probably right. The sex will be amazing, but we'd be at each other a lot." She kissed me. "Though..." she smiled at me, "make up sex!!"

"Gotta look on the bright side, eh??" We kissed again, and in the process lost track of the kitchen clean up we'd started, and I soon had Fran up on the table, licking her pussy up under her skirt. I tongue fucked her til she came, her legs laid over my shoulders, my face mashed into her little blonde cunt. The table shook when she came, but held.

"Damn, I thought I was going to hit the floor," said Fran once she'd recovered.

I stood and smiled. "Nah. You're not heavy. I had no doubt it would hold."

"You're awfully confident in the furniture."

"Well, like I said, you're not heavy. And I could hold you up."

"With your tongue??"

"It's worked so far." I reached down to grab her ass, and lifted her off the floor and kissed her. I pulled away after a moment. "He took a hundred pounds of clay, and made my life worth living..." I sang to her softly.

"Ha!! If only!!" exclaimed Fran.

"Can't be much more than that."

"Well, OK, 110 maybe."

"See. So the song fits. And he definitely made my life worth living."

Fran looked up at me, and I put her back down so her ass was on the edge of the table. "Now, make my life worth living." With that, she unzipped me, pulling out my already very stiff cock, pulling it toward her. It was an easy reach now that her skirt had ridden up and her blonde muff was ready for me to fulfill her need.

I pushed in slowly, easily having just made Fran cum, and our pubes met, my dark to her blonde. I started to pump slowly in and out, both of us watching my cock first push her labia in, then stretch them on the outstroke. I took my thumb and set it on her clit, making small circles, Fran's little ass shaking on the table in response. I looked into her ice blue eyes and slowly thrust deep. It hadn't been five minutes, but she already had me there. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in.

"In me, baby, Cum in me." I started to shoot, long blasts of cum as I usually did, mashing the base of my cock into her clit. The heat of my cum and pressure on her clit sent her over the edge a moment later, Fran letting out a short shriek, then just her open mouth as her hips thrashed around me. Our eyes met a long moment as we both rode out our cums.

Fran closed her eyes a moment, then looked at me again. "That was amazing."

"Yes, it was," I replied. "We always have great sex."

"No, I mean that the table held" said Fran, mockingly.

"You're funny."

"You love me."

"Yes I do. Very much." I leaned forward and kissed her, then pulled my flagging cock out of her now soaked pussy, making her moan. A long slurp of cum dropped from her open lips to the floor.

Fran looked down. "Another mess for me to clean up," she sighed, feigning annoyance.

"Hey, every time we got together at my place, I had to do a load of laundry. At least you can clean this up with a paper towel."

"Hey, not my fault you cum like a tidal wave and make a mess in the bed."

"Yeah, it is. If you weren't so damn hot, I wouldn't cum like that." I smiled and kissed her.

Fran looked up at me giggling. "Yeah, you're right." She slid off the table. I took her hands to steady her, knowing she'd be a little shaky after just getting pounded. She took on a serious tone. "We have to get you out of here." She stood on tiptoes to kiss me. "I know you have to get back before you run out of meds."

I exhaled. "Yeah, I guess so. Can't live without them, ya know?? I'd stay longer otherwise."

"You'll be back."

"That I will. You can come down, too."

Fran sighed. "Yeah, I'd like that, if I can get away from here for a couple days. It's not easy, as you can see." I could. The week or so I'd spent there was filled with things that needed attention, mostly her mom, but other things as well. Fran hugged me, melting into my body as we stood in her kitchen.

"We'll work something out," I told her. "And I don't mind a road trip." I pulled her close. It was as if we were trying to squeeze the stuffing out of each other. Finally, we released our hug, and I got my clothes back on enough to go out of the house.

I'd already packed my duffel bag and put it in the car, so all Fran had to do was walk me out, which she did. If the neighbors had any doubts about the nature of our relationship, they were dispelled by seeing Fran walking me to the car in a very short skirt. Our driveway goodbye wasn't nearly as demonstrative as our more intense farewell inside, but still loving. Fran leaned up to kiss me, a lingering, slightly aggressive kiss that was broken by Fran almost gagging, and stepping away.

"You OK??" I asked.

"Look," she said, taking another step back. I saw the reason for her sudden reaction: a slow moving white streak rolling down her left thigh, now approaching her knee.

I smiled. "Just another mess for you to clean up. Hope the nosy neighbors don't see. Love you!!"

"Yeah, I bet. You just love creaming me."

"I do." I took her hands. "But I do love you. Dearly. Even if you don't call me for years at a time."

"That won't happen again." Fran frowned at me. "Now that I have you again, don't think I'm ever letting you go." She kissed me as I got in the car, again as I was ready to back out. She got serious again, and I could see there was some sadness in her eyes. "I love you," she said softly, squeezing my hands.

"I'll be back in a couple of weeks. I have to restock, get the mail, pay bills, and I have a bunch of appointments-I got doctors, too-and I'll be back." I pulled her to me and kissed her again. "I love you too," I said, squeezing her hands in mine, and I rolled out, blowing her a kiss as I drove off.

I went home to restock my meds, and take care of a bunch of other business-at my age, the doctor appointments are a common feature of my schedule-and was back at Fran's about three weeks later, which was largely a replay of my first visit. The next time I was back was about a week before Christmas. It was getting cold, as the upper midwest does in December. Time to test out something I'd told Fran on numerous occasions.

I arrived in Illinois the week before Christmas. It had been cold, a deep, to the bone cold that the upper midwest is notorious for as winter sets in. Some years aren't too bad; this December had been colder than most, temperatures hanging in the mid 20's most days, overnight getting to near zero. It was 23 when I got to Fran's house. She greeted me with a kiss, and we hustled my stuff in and I got settled. It was late afternoon, and she was into dinner prep. Nothing elaborate, in fact I told her I'd cook, and to get some chicken cutlets. She'd done that, and was into making salad for us. She got me the utensils and other things I'd need, and we were on our way.

Ninety minutes and two pieces of chicken parm later, we'd enjoyed our salad, chicken and linguine, and were going to repair to the living room for a catch up session for what had gone on since Thanksgiving. Fran told me of her adventures with mom, who was slowly sliding deeper into dementia, as well as various other events with her kids and sister. I shared some of the foibles of dealing with my own family. Meanwhile, it was getting colder, and the wind was occasionally kicking up.

Fran was getting chilly, and got up to get a throw to put over us. After we'd been under it about ten minutes, the reality hit her.

"Damn, it's warm under here," she said, giving me a look of amazement. "Are you always this warm??"

I laughed. "How many times have I told you, in the winter, I'll keep you so warm you'll sweat in bed." Fran gave me a look that said, 'you weren't kidding, were you??' "And it's not like we haven't shared bed covers before."

"Yeah, but most of our time together has been during the day, and it's been only for a little while. It's only recently that you've been staying over, and the AC has been on most of the time." That was true. So far, since we'd renewed our relationship, it had been warm weather, even into late fall. This was entirely different.

An hour later, we decided to head up to bed, taking our time getting in. We made up for the lack of a more enthusiastic greeting on my arrival by undressing each other slowly, one piece at a time. I lifted Fran's t-shirt over her head, then she mine. I reached around her, unsnapping her bra, letting her tits fall free. I gave each a squeeze and quick roll of the nipple, making Fran giggle from the sudden stimulation. She in turn, played her fingers through the hair on my chest, eventually burying her face in the softness. She hugged me tight. After a couple minutes, she leaned back.

"Wow, you're warm!!"

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet. Just wait." I smiled. I knew once we got into bed, the warmth I give off would make things nice and toasty. We continued our slow disrobing, I undoing the button on Fran's jeans, then she working on mine. We unzipped in unison, revealing thin white panties under her jeans, a growing hard on in mine. She stroked it a couple of times as I let my jeans drop, and I pushed hers down. We stepped out of our pants, just looking at each other. I wondered what she saw in me, an old fat guy with an admittedly eager sex drive. I looked at Fran and saw a 60 something blonde with a great shape and compact little body that was still banging for her age. Hell, it was banging for any age. She looked into my eyes and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down past her hips, bringing her bush into view, somewhat wispy, but covering all of the space between her thighs. I guided her over to the bed and eased her down in front of me.

Fran knew the drill all too well: lie down, I kneel in front of her. She put her legs up over my shoulders, and I set to work, kissing up her calves and thighs, grazing her pubes, just getting a little hot breath on her opening labia. This always made her crazy. Her hips would thrust at me, as if to say, 'would you just lick my pussy already??' She'd look down and give me a look that said pretty much the same thing. I'd just smile and go about my task, knowing the payoff would come shortly, in a massive cum for Fran. She enjoyed it, even if a little impatient about the process, and I just loved making her cum so hard she'd practically crush my head, both with her hands and her skinny thighs as her orgasm washed over her.

I looked up at Fran and smiled, licking up her thighs, she giving me that look, but knowing how this was going to play out after years of our increasing intimacy. She laid back and let me work. I soon had her bucking and thrusting as she came from my tongue and a couple of fingers. I kissed up her body, lingering on her now sensitive nipples, eventually getting face to face, my stiff cock resting in her blonde bush. I kissed her hard as she stroked my dick, trying to get it in her.

I pushed at her labia, the head spreading her, and I was soon balls deep, my heavy nuts resting on her little ass. The sudden invasion made her groan through our kiss. I thrust at her a couple of times, but wasn't in a good position, and we were still on the top of the bed. It was cool in the room, but Fran, her pussy now good and wet, was starting to feel the cool air.

"Getting chilly in here," she remarked.

"Let's fix that," I said. "I'll keep you good and warm."

"I hope so. It's all I've been hearing you say about sharing a bed with me in the winter."

I pulled out of Fran, and we climbed up on the bed. I canned the light as we got in, and pulled the covers up, holding Fran close to me as we settled in. We lay facing each other, I on my left side, she on her right. We started kissing softly, each of us playing our hands over the other, I gently stroking up and down her body, feeling the curve of her hips and tits, she stroking my cock. It was becoming apparent that it was getting quite warm as we lay together, the heat from our bodies warming us.

I rubbed Fran's pussy to another cum, and she responded by rolling me onto my back and mounting me, taking my cock in her hand and placing it at her now open lips. I slid in easily, and she settled onto me, my cock firmly in her, her ass resting on my balls. She let out a sigh as she adjusted to my renewed presence, then leaned forward to kiss me, her soft tits coming to rest on my chest. We started a slow grind, our hips gently thrusting at each other. I pulled the covers up around us.

"Warm enough now??" I teased.

"Oh, hell yeah!!" said Fran, now feeling the building warmth since we got into the bed. We slowly screwed and kissed. About ten minutes in, Fran said she was getting overheated.

"Yeah, I always do that to you," I teased.

"No, really. It's getting really warm."

"Told ya," I couldn't resist gloating.

Fran dismounted and rolled off me. I pushed the covers down past my ass, and moved up over her, kissing her and driving my cock into her gaping twat, making her moan as I hit bottom. We wrestled on the bed for about ten minutes, then rolled over so she was once again on top. I let her ride, playing with her clit while she bounced atop me. The motion of my cock in and out of her, along with my thumb playing her little button quickly sent her over the top, and she soaked my cock and balls with a very wet flow of her sweet woman cum.

"I should sit on your face and make you clean me up."

"Why don't you??" It was a challenge I knew she couldn't resist carrying out, and I was always happy to oblige. As usual, it was challenge accepted, and I quickly found myself smothered by a very wet blonde pussy. I knew what to do, and started licking furiously, making Fran go over the edge almost immediately. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her to my face, sticking my tongue as deep as I could get it. She came right away, flooding my face with her juice, and almost knocking a tooth out from her bucking and thrusting.

I rolled Fran off me, and she got into position next to me. I pulled her to me, kissing her hard and deep, making sure she got a good taste of herself.

"Now we can clean each other up," I taunted her. "We can share the mess you made."

"I made?? You did this to me!!"

"I can't help it if you cum like a waterfall."

"I wouldn't cum so hard if you didn't lick me so good," said Fran, still out of breath from her orgasm.

"Want me to stop?" I gave her a raised eyebrow.

"Don't you ever!!" she said in a loud whisper, and kissed me. We lay together kissing, listening to the wind pick up out side. It was cold when I got there, and was getting colder. I asked Fran what the temperature had gotten down to, She picked up her phone off the nightstand. "Nine degrees," she said, giving a shiver. I pulled the covers up, and she put her face into my chest. "I might stay right here."

I laughed. "Told you I'd keep you warm." I kissed the top of her head.

"How about you warm my insides," she said, lifting her face out of my chest to kiss me.

"I can do that," I said, rolling her onto her back, my cock quickly finding her open lips. I pushed in, looking her in the eye as I slowly moved up her pussy to plant the head at the entrance to her womb, making her sigh hard. We kissed, and I started driving my cock into her, going deep with each thrust, she pushing back at me, getting us into a steady rhythm. I was now getting close.

"Where do you want me to be when I cum??"

"Right where you are. I want to feel your fat cock pushing me right into the bed. I want to feel you throbbing in my cunt, I want to feel your cum flooding me." Fran kissed me hard, and really stepped up the pressure from underneath. It set me off, and I let out a groan, pushing as deep as I could, making her yelp as my cock started to swell and shoot, long bursts of semen that filled her, and quickly overflowed her; I could feel the sticky combination of her renewed orgasm and my cum on my balls and her ass. I lifted my body off hers, looking her in the eye.

"Remember, you asked for the mess this time."

Fran just smiled as her orgasm retreated, then kissed me. "It's what I wanted, to have you filling me, to have you with me tonight and all day tomorrow." She kissed me again. I started to soften up, and rolled off her, back into my previous spot. Fran snuggled to me. She giggled as she felt my cum start to drip from her, rolling down her thigh onto the bed.

"Leaking??" I teased.

"Of course. I'll be like this all night."

"Good thing it's a king bed. Lots of room to spread out. Nobody gets the wet spot."

"I should make you sleep on it anyway," said Fran, not one to let me get away with much. "After all, you made this mess."

"Not my fault. I have a really hot lady friend who turns me on. I can't help it if she makes me cum in buckets."

Fran kissed me, and went to clean up, at least a little. I needed to pee by then anyway, so we did some light clean up and got back in bed, Fran now putting on a pair of panties to try and contain the mess her pussy now was. We settled in and shut off the light. The wind was still blowing up pretty hard outside.

"Nine degrees??" I said.

"You better keep me warm."

"I don't think that will be a problem." I kissed Fran, a kiss she returned eagerly. She then turned and cuddled into my chest. I put my arm around her, pulling her close.

Five minutes later, "Damn, you're warm!!"

"Told ya. You'll be nice and toasty all night." I felt Fran snuggle a little closer. She was getting sleepy. "I love you, Frances Marie," I said softly into her ear.

"You ever call me that again, you'll sleep on the porch," she said looking over her shoulder at me.

"Hate your name, do you??"

"Ever since I was a little kid. Always thought it should be the name of a girl with thick glasses and a fat ass."

"Ha, ha, I get it. I had a cousin who was Frances Marie, who was, you guessed it..." Fran laughed. "She was my mom's age, and a nice lady. But I never liked the name either. Oh well. I love you, whoever you are."

Fran laughed, and turned to me, giving me a short kiss. "I love you too, whoever you are," she said softly, turning back and spooning into me a little deeper. We were soon asleep, warm in our bed, safe from the winter whirling around us.

We woke up the next morning to find it was not only cold, but it had snowed about 10" overnight. It was bright sun, but now about five degrees. I lived in upstate New York for many years; this was not unusual, and while it did slow things down, not much closed. Here in the midwest, it was enough to close the schools, and a few other things locally. I woke up first, and went into the bathroom to do the usual things, trying not to wake Fran, who was still close to me, and still sleeping. When I was done, I got back into bed quietly, so as not to wake her. I gently wrapped my arm over her. She settled in, then stirred groggily.

"What time is it??"

"Around eight," I said.

Fran looked outside to see what the morning looked like, and was surprised to see the trees covered in heavy snow. She sat up and looked out, wondering where all the snow had come from. There had been prediction of a couple inches. We'd clearly exceeded expectations. She thought a moment.

"Guess we're not going anywhere for a while," she said, looking around the room. She got out of bed, shivering momentarily in the cool room. She found a long Sturgis sleep shirt, and put it on to go to the bathroom. She did her morning basics, and came back to bed, shedding the shirt as she got in.

"I won't need this with you in there," she smiled at me, and kissed me. She snuggled in again, resting her head on my shoulder. We lay together for a while, kissing softly and talking. After a half hour or so, I asked what we should do for breakfast. Fran reached down, grabbing my semi hard cock.

"I want to do this," she said, giving me a stroke. I laughed, and inserted two fingers into her still sloppy cunt.

"Funny, I was thinking I'd have one of these." I rubbed up and down, then small circles on her clit as she opened to my touch. We played with each other for a few moments, getting ourselves good and worked up. Finally, Fran climbed over me, holding my cock to her now wide labia. I felt her fingers draw me to them, and then the curls around her opening, followed shortly by the familiar plunge as the head of my dick spread her. She sank down onto me, and I was treated to the feel of her little ass resting on my balls.

She leaned forward to kiss me, and started riding, her pussy going up and down on me steadily as we kissed. I grabbed her hips, drawing her ass into me, getting a little more penetration, and was now poking her womb on each push. Every so often, I'd pull her in a circle, getting her clit in good contact with my pubic bone, making her moan, and her hips shake. I felt her breathing get raspy, and knew I was having the desired effect.

I changed my angle, now dragging her pussy up and down on me, making sure to get good contact with her clit. That did the trick, and a minute later, Fran yelped and came, soaking me with her woman cum, and what remained of mine from last night. Her bouncing on my cock set me off, and I filled her, adding to the orgasmic mix.

We stayed joined for a good fifteen minutes; I was fortunate to have one of those times where my erection stayed up after I came. Fran just collapsed onto my chest, laying her head on me, then kissing me. After a while, she spoke, noting that I was still hard, and still deep in her.

"Well, someone is feeling it this morning!!"

"Maybe I don't want to leave," I teased.

Fran kissed me. "Maybe I don't want you to leave," she said softly. She jiggled her hips, making my cock settle into her a little more.

I reached up to kiss her. "We don't have to be anywhere, right??"

"Nope," said Fran, kissing me back.

"Then why don't we just stay here and keep each other warm??" I said, pulling up the covers, which had slid down over Fran's ass during our love making.

Fran kissed me. "I'd like that," she said, again settling into my chest. I finally softened up and slipped out of her, then she rolled off me, laying her head on my shoulder. We stayed in bed like that, kissing, napping, chatting, holding each other til almost 11, when we decided we really should get the day started, especially since we were both pretty hungry by then.

After a quick shower, we dressed and went down to make a sumptuous breakfast, the cooking warming the house. Cold as it was, we decided to go out and get some final Christmas shopping done, which we capped off with a nice dinner in town, and finally, another night of sweet love making, and me keeping Fran warm all night long. It wasn't as cold the second night, but she was glad for the companionship. I stayed through New Year's. The weather moderated a bit while I was there, but the pattern we set the first cold night prevailed the whole time I was there. I left January 2, now having to get back to do some year end tasks, as well as refill my meds. We set a date for my return several weeks hence.

Fran kissed me as I got into the car on a cold but clear day. "Hurry back. I need you to keep me warm."

"I'll be back as soon as I get my stuff taken care of." I kissed her. "I'll miss you next to me." Fran smiled and kissed me back, and I was off to a long, dull ride down I 39 toward Bloomington.

We'd known each other about seven years at this point, including the three years we were apart. Perhaps our reunion was chance, just dumb luck. I've never been a believer in the "things happen for a reason" approach to life. I think most things are more random than anything else. Still, that Fran took the chance to engage me in Wal Mart that day, three years after she vanished from my life was one of the better days of my existence. Against my better judgement, I'd become quite enamored of her, a foolish thing when playing with married women, as I have noted in a few of these essays, though in Fran's case it seems to have worked out in the end. Still, there was something about Fran that captured me. I'm glad it did. We'll probably never be a couple in the usual sense. We'll never get married; we're too stubborn, and neither of us has the desire to be tied down to one person, not that we plan on seeing anyone else at this point. Perhaps the ability to walk away at any time is what will keep us together. It worked for Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn for decades. We won't have that much time; both of us are already in our sixties. But it's good for as long as it lasts, which will hopefully be a few more years at least.

We'll take it for now. It's nice to be in a warm bed on those cold Illinois nights with someone I love, and who loves me back, in all the crazy ways that takes its form.