Chapter 5

On screen, Lisa de Leeuw was sensually licking Bridgette Monet’s hairy pussy, slowly bringing her to orgasm. I tried to distract myself from Leigh’s absence by focusing on the movie, but my attention was abruptly drawn to the passenger door as it opened and someone climbed into my car. Expecting to see Leigh, I was surprised to find Sheila sitting next to me, a sly, knowing grin spreading across her face.

“So, your lady is with Jim,” she said, a low, teasing a whisper. “Don’t worry, he knows how to treat a woman right, and she’ll love what he has between his legs.”

As she spoke, Sheila’s hand found its way to my lap, her fingers caressing my rock-hard penis through the thin fabric of my loose shorts. “I think you might need a little help with that,” she purred, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

For the first time, I truly took a moment to study her. I estimated she was somewhere in her forties, though the years had been unkind ... her skin bore the leathery texture and deep creases of prolonged sun exposure, and her frail, undernourished frame gave her an even older appearance. Still, there was an undeniable beauty to the structure of her face: high, sculpted cheekbones and a sharply defined jawline that hinted at a more youthful elegance. Her eyes ... an intense, almost startling shade of blue ... still shimmered with the vestiges of vitality, a spark of a younger self that refused to be extinguished.

Despite her age and lack of support, her small breasts remained surprisingly firm, their shape clearly outlined beneath the cling of her damp white tank top. The Florida heat hung thick in the air and mixed sweat from the aftermath of her recent physical exertion, and it soaked through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt, rendering it nearly translucent. The shirt clung to her skin, her hardened nipples clearly visible beneath it, drawing the eye whether one wanted to look or not. I couldn’t help but imagine that, two decades ago, Sheila must have been a stunning woman ... one who turned heads without effort.

Sheila’s hands fumbled with the elastic waistband of my shorts, and she extracted my cock, already rock-hard and throbbing with anticipation. With a grin, she leaned forward and engulfed the head of my prick with her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth.

“Oh wow, that feels great,” I whispered as she enthusiastically sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down with a rhythm that spoke of experience and skill.

Sheila’s technique was impeccable, and her sexual experience was evidence. She would deep-throat my shaft, her throat constricting and massaging the sensitive head of my cock as she swallowed. She would pull back, her lips tight around my shaft, before plunging me deep into her throat again, her nose touching my pelvic bone. The suction and the warmth of her mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I knew I was in for a treat.

Right before I reached the point of no return, Sheila stopped, her lips releasing my cock with a pop. She looked up at me with a devilish smile, her eyes glinting with lust. “I ain’t satisfied yet either,” she said, her voice a husky growl.

Standing up, Sheila slid her Daisy Dukes and lace panties down her skinny legs, her movements fluid and graceful despite her eagerness. Facing me, she straddled my lap, her untrimmed pussy hovering just above my cock. She reached down, took my shaft in her hand, and slowly lowered herself onto me, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

The head of my cock pushed through Sheila’s pussy lips, her wetness coating me as I slowly penetrated her, inch by delicious inch. She bottomed out, her bony ass pressing against my thighs, and I could feel her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around my shaft. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Sheila began to move, her hips undulating as she rode my cock with a fervor that matched my own arousal.

I slid my hands under her shirt, my fingers finding her tiny, firm breasts, her nipples hard and erect. I massaged and pinched them, rolling them between my fingers as Sheila moaned in pleasure, her body arching into my touch. She tilted her head down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue invading my mouth, entwining with mine. I could taste cigarettes and alcohol on her breath, a heady mix that only served to heighten my arousal.

Reaching between her legs with her right hand, Sheila began to rub her clit, her fingers moving in quick, tight circles. Her breathing became heavier, more erratic, and she increased the speed of her up-and-down motion, her body slamming down onto mine with a force that made the car seat squeak.