Earth - Lieutenant Lawrence Moonwalker - Mrs. Margaret DuBois
From Create Your Own Story
After the first week, Lieutenant Lawrence Moonwalker had “hooked up” with Mrs. Margaret DuBois, the widow of Admiral DuBois. Margaret had been some twenty years younger than her husband and when he passed away, she was still an attractive, well-preserved Lady in her late forties. She was now just a little past fifty. The Admiral and his Lady had purchased a modest but comfortable home near the Base upon his retirement and Mrs. DuBois was active in local affairs. The Bridge Club. The Garden Club. She golfed twice a week, weather permitting and was an avid supporter of the local amateur theater.
She also had a penchant for attractive young men. Perhaps having felt denied their pleasure as a result of marrying such an older man at such a young age. But she wanted ones who were discreet. Well mannered in public. And being reasonably handsome did not hurt, either.
Moonwalker, of course, fit the bill perfectly. Not only would her friends think that he was just some nice young Officer escorting the widow of an Admiral to a play out of respect to her late husband, but he had a career of his own and would not want the reputation of being a ’rake’ around wives and former wives of fellow Officers. So his absolute discretion was assured.
However, Margaret was also a realistic. She knew that any number of much younger, much prettier women would welcome the attentions of such a desirable young man-- he was only twenty eight. So she always made a point of never ending an evening together until he had had an orgasm. Whether she did or not, was unimportant to her. She just wanted to assure that he was sexually satisfied so that he would continue to come back to wee her.
Fellatio, of course, was the easiest and surest method for her, and probably the most satisfying for him. After the first two or three times, he never seemed to press for anything ‘more’ and the older woman was more than happy to service her young lover with her mouth.
Whether parked in front of her house after a play, or sitting in her living room after dinner-- she was an excellent cook-- or after a shopping tour, she would hold out her hand and say, “Your handkerchief, kind Sir.” Then she would make a big production of slowly wiping the lipstick from her mouth-- she never went out in public without full makeup and her hair properly done-- while staring into his eyes. Next she would hand the hankie back to him and very daintily, with just the tips of her thumbs and index fingers, unzip his pants, un-buckle his belt, and pop the button of his fly.
After that she would fish into the opening of his boxers, haul out his cock (usually fully erect by then) and either lean across his lap and lower head, or sink to her knees in front of him and with her elegant, perfectly manicured hands on his knees. Push his legs apart and crawl forward to blow him.
Lieutenant Moonwalker loved the site of her head with its upswept hair, the diamond or pearl earrings dangling from her earlobes, bobbing up and down over his lap. Being blown by such a graceful, refined woman-- intelligent, mature, sophisticated-- was the perfect way to ending an evening.
And, of course, such a gracious hostesses would never spill a drop. The sounds of her moans of satisfaction at having performed yet another perfect blowjob always accompanied the noise of her swallowing. That was one bit of crudeness she would allow herself. She always gulped noisily when she drank down his sperm.
