I suppose my interest in bra's began in my late teens, as I remember getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white bra hanging out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lace bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flannel shirt... When I thought of the times I saw a bit of moms boobs, well that only made romancing her bra a lot nicer. When I finished having my way with her bra it was balled up and stuffed as far back into my drawer as possible. Had I remembered mom distributes laundry on the Saturday of every week I would have stashed the bra in my closet.
Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I was working on a five horse power Go-kart engine when I hear, JERRY!. That was moms voice all right and I had a sneaking idea someone's ass was going to be mowed. I got to my bedroom and sitting on my bed was mom with her white silk lace bra across her lap.
"Any idea how my bra got into your drawer and why it is damp... Jerry?"
"Yeah mom I do." So I stood there not saying a word.
"Well?" I realized she also wanted me to explain why her bra was in my drawer.
"Why is it so damp Jerry?"
"I was holding it... Mom."
"I believe that Jerry, that you were holding it, as it would be so easy to wipe up the mess after you came into it... Right?"
Bob Dylan's song, "My back pages." comes to mind as he speaks of crimson flames and I am telling you said flames were licking at my pride and my face was red.
"Yes mom, you are right."
"It did not come to your mind that that was my bra, and you had no right to do what you did. How would you like it if I stole the magneto out of that go-kart engine? would you like it if I stole the magneto out of that go-kart engine? You should know you can't start a gas engine without a spark. . . right?"
Damn, she knows about magneto's, I was really surprised, I had no idea mom knew what a magneto was. Only one thing to do, say I am sorry and throw my self upon the mercy of the court.
"Mom, I know you are really mad and that I am in serious trouble but I have to ask,"What do you know about magneto's?"
"You are right, you are in serious trouble, and I do know about magneto's as your uncle bill or my brother works on one and two cylinder engines. A magneto is a magnet that works with a coil of wire to make the spark for the spark plug."
Mom was partly right but left out some details and I felt it was up to me to let her know I was really learning about the "Gas engines" course I'm in.
"Mom, what you say is true but actually the magneto has two coils of wire, a primary and secondary winding,"
I guess I was so into letting her know I knew how a magneto worked, I did not see or understand why she sat there with her eyes shooting sparks and her mouth wide open.
The primary winding which is made up of a few hundred turns of 22 gage wire and the secondary coil has like four thousand turns or a twenty to one ratio. And the primary winding is opened and closed through a cam switch called the points and as the flywheel magnets pass over the coil frame and the. . .
"Shut up Jerry! I am not here to learn how a magneto works! Damn I don't believe this!"
"I mean you go and have your way with my bra and when I chew you out for it, you give me a lesson on magnetos?"
"So what was it like Jerry, playing with my bra?"asked mom with a lot of vinegar to a small amount of honey
I guess mom realized her son found out a cock could give a guy some pleasures, and used with a silk lacy smooth white bra was a great thing to do. So I figured if I could go and visit uncle Bill I could learn even more.
"Mom."
"Yes Jerry?" she asked with a snap of high voltage in her voice.
"Any chance I could go and visit uncle Bill, so I could learn more about engines?"
I think the question removed any anger and she seemed to think I knew exactly what I did, She probably figured, don't make a big deal out of this, he likes woman's things and he has a nice girlfriend.
"Just leave my bra's alone, o.k.?"
"Sure mom."
I was getting very good marks in high school and it looked like I would graduate with honors I had been dating Sarah, a nice girl two years older then me and we really got along quite nicely.
Her Mom is a large woman as is my mom, plenty of boob for sure. Well one day her mom had me over for Sunday dinner and when I went to wash up I saw what had to be her moms bra hanging over the shower curtain bar. Oh man, I saw a big bra, mauve in color; smooth and lacy.
When I thought of the times I had with my moms bra, I snagged it. Right into my back pocket and my leather motorcycle vest covered
the bulge.
After dinner we were on the sofa listening to Connie Frances and her mom walked into the living room. "Sarah, have you seen my
bra? it was in the bathroom?"
"I saw it there this morning."
When I left Sara's home that evening I had a great time with that bra and her mom never got it back. I guess they figured where it went and considered me a pervert. I did not see Sarah again until graduation day and of course her mom was there also.
"Hello Jerry, I see you made top honors too!"
"Yes Mrs. Hingham, I did, thank you."
"Mom, I'll be back in a few minutes." Said Sarah.
"O.K. dear, So Jerry, have you been enjoying that smooth lacy mauve brassiere of mine?"
I guess she thought she would embarrass me by asking that but truth be known, I figured there was a good chance of that question coming up and I was ready for it.
"Yes Mrs. Hingham I have and it just so happens I found out its worth over at Dillard's and can pay you for it right now." So I pulled out two twenties and was surprised when she asked,
"Why did you grab it, Jerry?" thought it was Sara's?"
"I did not know much about these but I knew it could not be hers, I guess when it comes right down to it, I found myself liking you a lot Mrs. H.
I guess I said it with real meaning as she believed it.
"Jerry, what exactly were you thinking when you were uh, well, having a nice time with with my brassiere?"
"To be very honest Mrs. H, I was thinking and wondering what happened to your husband and yes I was wondering how good a time a guy could have with your boobs.
"My husband drove a gas tanker truck which due to something wrong with a bonding wire, a spark was made and that was the end of the truck, my husband and part of a neighborhood."
"So you think my boobs could give a guy a good time, do you?"
"Yes Mrs. H but what would really make the whole thing nice is to be in love with the woman whose boobs they are."
"Love is a beautiful emotion, Jerry and I am not angry about you taking the bra although I looked in vain for it."
Mrs. H looked at me in a meaningful way, probably wondering if I could really understand love and maybe could she be interested in a young guy.
But I do have a few ideas. As I understand you are quite the guy when it comes to small engines, like lawnmower engines?"
"Yes Mrs. H, I am."
"Well, I want to keep my place looking good and I tried to mow the lawn but could not get the mower running, think you could check it out? And if so, I will consider that bra as payment, if you get it running.
"Sure Mrs. H. I will come over tomorrow.
I was there the next day and the mower was by the garage, so I would not have to bother Mrs. H. I found the magneto was no good and went to the public landfill to scrounge one from another mower and grabbed the points as well and in a few hours I had that mower running. I did her front lawn as well as trimming the grass around the front steps and her small flower garden.
Mrs. H. Was grateful, even pulling my head into those awesome forty four D's
"Well Jerry, you are a great guy, what was wrong with the mower?"
The magneto was no good, no spark. So I went to the dump and got one from another engine, no cost at all.
"Well that is good and you mowed the lawn as well as trimmed. I think you are entitled to a course in Boobs and bra's 101. Follow me.
I willingly followed her to her bedroom and watched in amazement as she removed her house dress and bra, keeping on her slip panties and heels. When she took off that bra, her two red hot nipples were erect and I looked at them with passion Mrs. H was up on the bed and patted a spot on the sheet motioning me to come on up, which I did.
"Jerry, I know you know what nipples look like but did you know there is a way to make them extra sensitive?"
"No I did not know that."
"Well grab my boob with two hands and squeeze hard."
I did so.
"See it getting redder and plumper?" Mrs. H. asked.
"Oh yes, very nice."
"Lick my boob, Jerry."
So I grabbed her boob like Tarzan grabbing a vine and started to lick her boob and this was this was very nice .I licked long and slow or short and fast and Mrs. H. is starting to breathe a bit heavier as well as some little noises here and there which I knew were expressions of contentment.
"Jerry, that is so nice, how did you know about the long slow, short fast licking thing?"
"Gosh, I don't know, I mean it's not like I get to do this often."
"That could change, Jerry."
She then gave me a feather and told me to tickle her other boob, which I did and I was pretty hard by now and Mrs. H. saw it and said,
"Too bad you don't have my bra with you, I could jerk you off into it." Said Mrs. H. with a smile.
I guess she just assumed I did not have it, but I did.
"You would really do that for me?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder.
"Sure Jerry, you got my mower going and even mowed my front yard."
I pulled out her brassier from my rear pocket. I had it in a plastic food bag.
"Well, here it is." I said as it hung from my hand.
"Well Jerry I can't jerk you off with your pants on!"
I was out of my pants in a jiffy and back up on her bed. With my heart and mind full of lust.
"Well, Mrs. H. I bet you did not know I would have that bra with me."
"What's with being so formal, call me Alice."
"And it looks like I'm heading for wonderland!"
"Cute." She said as she looked at me with a grin.
She grabbed a bottle of skin cream and put a bit on her hand and slowly jerked me off. It was so nice having an older lady fill my fantasies.
"Let me see that bra Jerry."
I gave it to her.
"You have great taste in brassiere's Jerry, that's for sure."
She said that as she slowly jerked my cock and she went faster and faster. Seeing I was close to getting off she was ready to let me cum into her lacy; satin; mauve bra. And then I came and she was still jerking it as I shot out a few good wads of the stuff. Alice made sure it went into the cup of the bra so she could lick it out. And she loved the stuff.
"Well Jerry, I am sure you will love romancing my bra now." She said with a smile.
I had to get going as did Alice and I thanked her very much for what she had
done for me.
"No kiss?" she asked in a slightly hurt way.
"I did not want to be improper, Alice."
"It is o.k. Jerry, I like what we did, I know you did too."
I thought I would be mowing her lawn and that things could or would happen, but I saw her mowing it herself and figured she did not want to get involved with me. It was probably just a nice time between us that was not meant to happen again. Ships passing in the night
Five years later
I had found work here and there, the economy took a dump and people were being laid off by the hundreds. By the time I turned twenty six the economy turned on a dime and there were a lot more jobs out there.
I started looking for work and found a company the next town north who ran a good size shop fixing industrial type engines like Wisconsin and Kohler two and four cylinder jobs for air compressors; generators; and pumps. The shop employed three people two mechanics and a stockroom and parts lady named Daisy, she also helped customers who came in to buy parts or equipment.
There was something very fresh and spring like about Daisy. She had a personality that was quite charming and she was always in a jolly mood. Why she was not married was anyone's guess.
I was making good money as I had a lot of experience but what I really liked was to
work on those big Wisconsin one and two
cylinder air cooled engines.
Being around Daisy was great too as I really like her and would often buy her a coffee and muffin. Well half a year had gone by and we were getting along nicely. The two guys knew I was a good mechanic but they were a bit too cool so far as wanting me to join them at lunchtime. No problem. Daisy and I spent most of our lunch time together and we loved each others company.
One day Daisy asked me to get a medium size box from the stockroom as she did not want to fall off the ladder. I was up the ladder by six rungs and I could see down Daisy's cleavage and was quite impressed, Of course she noticed.
"Do you like what you see Jerry?" asked Daisy.
"Very much so, I think that the way you look has been providing me with plenty of fantasy material."
Man, the smile Daisy had could guide ships through a heavy fog.
"Oh, you are just saying that because you know I am fifty eight."
"How would I know that Daisy? Really, how could I know that?"
"Ya know Dais, I have wondered, those two guys, are they married?
"No... Why?"
"Just seems they would be interested in you."
"No they could care less as long as I do my job, that's all that matters."
"How about me taking you out to dinner Daisy, say the Olive Garden?"
"Really, Jerry?"
"Yes really, I am serious and I hope you don't mind me saying I would so much like to see more of you when you're not working."
"O.K. Jerry I like that idea a lot, of course I could have you over my place for Sunday dinner. She started to say more but the intercom buzzed her.
One of the men needed her to check for an engine part.
Daisy also wore a pair of half-glasses that fed my erotic fantasies.When she was not looking through them they hung from a fancy
glass beaded neck chain across her ample bosoms.
She left them on the counter over by the computer. I just had to see if they were free of smudges or finger prints. How is she going to see anything through these? I grabbed a clean hanky from my back pocket and I was looking through them to see if they were ready to be seen through, I did have the beaded chain sitting on the back of my neck.
"Hi Jerry, having a hard time seeing up close are you?"
"Not at all, I saw them here and wondered if they were clean enough to see through, I mean 3's 5's S's and 8's can look the same at times.
"How do you know about that?" asked Daisy.
"My grandmother told me."
"Jerry, these are like new, what did you clean them with?"
"Just a cotton hanky.
"So Dais, Can I take you to the Olive Garden?"
"Of course, lets get going, the two mechanics just left for lunch.
We drove over in my pick-up truck, I was very courtly, I opened doors for Daisy and did not sit till she was seated, little things yet
she noticed.
When we were at the Garden we talked for a bit about Daisy's hobby, being piano and stringing beads. I had taken an exploratory course in
music when I was in High School and would have loved to take up piano and music but I needed something of a trade that would garner me a
good paycheck as compared to working at Crap Donald's fast food skinny-ass burger joint, where you get the after taste halfway through
the sandwich. Screw that, takes some brains to figure why an engine will start but not run at higher speeds.
"Daisy, what kind of music do you really like?"
"Classical." she answered.
Now it just so happened I love Classical, such as Chopin's etudeo pus ten number three and his nocturne opus two number nine as well as Beethoven's "Moonlight sonata and path'etique.
Daisy could not believe it.
"Jerry, you are a lot deeper than I ever thought, I mean those are well known selections of classical music. You don't play piano do you?"
"I always wanted to Daisy, I had a chance in High School but I felt it more more important to get myself a good trade."
"That is very understandable, considering it would take some time, a long time really before you could start making a buck with it."
"What kind of piano do you have, Daisy.?"
"A nice Baldwin model L, What do you know about music, so far as the mechanics of it?"
"Well Daisy, I know there is a time signature which has to do with how many beats to the measure 4 four 's which is 4 quarter beats or two half notes or four groups of four sixteenth notes then there is harmony which is in the lower clef and backs up the melody. Knowing how to read sheet music is very important. Being able to play the music as soon as you see it on the score sheet. And of course having a good idea of the keys, which have sharps and flats. C, E, G, and B is a C7 chord but if the B is flatted than it is a five7 chord in the key of F.
"Jerry, that is great, how about me giving you some lessons, you know, see if you want to really get into this."
"That's great Daisy, I have always liked that Chopin piece and I know there are simplified versions of it but some are too simplified and one has to really strain to get the gist of that piece."
"So Jerry, would you say my half-glasses are a fetish item for you?"
And I am thinking, does she really know I like the look of a woman in half-glasses and my fantasies about what she could do with them as well as her beaded eyeglass chain? I guess I better answer or the lack of an answer could be an answer.
"What is a fetish, Dais?"
She was wearing her half-glasses but these were a brownish pair with a higher bridge with a pearl beads style eyeglass chain that had a small cut glass diamond between the pearls.
"Well Jerry, some call it a lucky charm but mostly it is considered to be something that might be used with sex, that has erotic powers that get a person, usually a guy turned on or aroused sexually.
"Daisy, I feel as though we have known each other longer than we have and that I could talk to you about anything, Actually I have tried your half-glasses a number of times when you would leave them by the computer and doing that made me feel rather nice in ways I don't
really understand why but it is a nice feeling that I get."
"Does your mom wear glasses or just for reading?"
"Yes for reading, something like these but no beads and Daisy why is it that although you have your glasses on a beaded neck chain you leave them here at times?"
"You do notice things."
"I don't like to wear them in the stockroom cuz if something falls from a shelf, it could get hung up on my glasses and break the chain, you do notice I keep them hanging when I am out here though."
So Jerry just what kind of feelings do you get when you sneak peaks through my half-glasses,
be truthful with me Jerry."
"Well I get hard down there."
"Sit next to me Jerry and she takes her beads and half-glasses and puts them on the table.
I sat next to her as she told me to.
"Put on my half-glasses Jerry."
I did so and was hard within minutes.
Daisy placed her hand under the table and felt my cock and ran her hand along its length.
"Oh Jerry, this is quite the piston you have."
I was rather surprised in a very nice way, and I got the idea things could happen.
"I bet if I touched you down there with my half-glasses and beads as I wore my other pair of halves you'd cum in quarts."
"Would you actually do that for me Daisy?"
"Sure as long as you would consider me to be your lady, I'd be happy to and I would wear them as I give you piano lessons. Did you ever do anything with your mom's glasses?"
"No, she only has one pair and is very strict about keeping them in her purse."
"Well, as it is I love the half-glasses style as I see well for distance but can't see for jack up close without them. and I could get other pairs and who knows, lend you a pair for the week-ends but if they get broke you owe me."
"Well Daisy I do take more notice of you than you think, I mean you come to work looking so hot with your nice black skirt and black patent heels with a white blouse and a nice string of beads. I have to say you really are a very attractive lady."
"You are saying my heels and half-glasses get you turned on... Jerry?"
"Yeah I guess that is the truth, since I started working for Hickey Brothers engines, I have thought of you every day, the way you dress and your easy going friendly style and wanted to. . . well be very good friends and hopefully later get more intimate, but not at the risk of losing you as a friend."
Daisy was very quiet for a bit and I had to wonder if I said the wrong thing or maybe something quite deep.
"You know Jerry, you are really a good person, many guys would love to jump an older lady's bones but not give a damn after, they did not care if they left her, thinking oh she must have wanted it and did not want any kind of relationship with her, just another woman they could brag about doing in the locker room. Screw her and her feelings. But you, you'd rather be friends and hope for the intimacy without hurting the lady, there is an awful lot to be said for that."
"If you want to learn piano Jerry, I would be so happy to teach you and to be your friend also but I have to be honest, I would want you and no one else but you. I would want you to be loyal, we don't have to get married. I would lovingly give you my self but I don't want to be hurt. Otherwise I would rather just go on as I have been. Can you understand that Jerry?"
Jerry spoke from the heart when he told Daisy he liked what she thought, that she had a good amount of self respect and he would love to be involved with only her.
"Jerry, you going to sit with me and play checkers or watch television together? Are you into football?"
"No, Daisy, I am not into sports.
"What other interests do you have Jerry?"
"Telegraphy, dots and dashes America's first internet really."
"Oh that is interesting, my brother is a ham and now and then when I was in his shack I would hear Morse code, it sounded like a tone but I thought it was about clicks."
Daisy knew more than even she thought, she was of course referring to the first telegraph system which consisted of a key and telegraph sounder and a few crowfoot cells for power.
"Actually, Daisy you are right. Morse code did start out as clicks from what's known as a telegraph sounder. What probably happened is you watched a railroad or western type movie and saw a guy hunched over telegraph apparatus wearing a green eye shade with a bare incandescent lamp hanging over his head."
"Emperor of the north?" she looked at me with a look that said, Yeah that's a railroad movie if ever there was one, Lee Marvin and Earnest Borg something he starred in some navy movie back in the sixties."
I was familiar with the movie and it was a good one.
Earnest B played the part of Shack a freight train conductor who hated Bo's with a passion, Bo being short for Hobo's or bums.
"Yup, that is how you knew Morse code was originally clicks as made from a sounder. The longer the key was down the farther apart the two clicks were, had the key been down and released very quickly, the clicks would have been much closer together and a dot would have been made, combo's of dots an dashes made the alphabet and numbers and various types of punctuation marks."
"So Jerry do you actually have a few sets that could be hooked up, say in different rooms?"
I knew what she was thinking and I loved it, "She wants to learn Morse."
We finished up a meal of salad; eggplant; ziti ;macaroni and four cheese sauce and headed back to the shop feeling we were on our way to a great relationship.
"Jerry, come on over tomorrow around ten and we can begin piano lessons."
Saturday
I showed up at Daisy's place with some piano books I picked up at Sam Ash's mega music store and she knew I was serious.
Dais as I call her at times was dressed as if she was going to work, low pumps; skirt; blouse but today she wore a string of beads of various colors and sizes and they looked great against her white blouse. She also donned ear rings and had a pair of blue half-glasses hanging across her bosoms by a pink glass beaded neck chain and I felt rather awkward sporting a boner.
"Coffee and a Danish Jerry?"
"Yeah sure, milk and one sugar.
"Let's have this in the living room."
So I took my coffee and Sarah Lee coffee cake into the living room and sat on the sofa. We talked a bit and she takes off her half-glasses and beads and as she hands them to me saying, "Please clean these as you did the other day," she lets the beads hang and brush against my noticeable boner.
"Here you are Dais, spotless." I held them and she took them from me once again letting those sexy glass beads brush over my erection.
"Oh it looks as if he is standing up to greet me." Daisy smiled as she said that.
"Yeah he is a friendly." I said.
"Well, Jerry let us see how your piano lesson goes," so we went over to her piano and told me to sit on the bench. Daisy showed me how to hold my hands over the keyboard and starting at mid C to go up two octaves then it was going over the keys of G and D and what notes were played as sharp.
I practiced for a while doing well going up and down the keyboard nice and smoothly and Dais was impressed. She made some grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and we had cokes for lunch then it was looking at sheet music and showing me where on the staff the notes were. She showed me what notation was used if a note say an F was to be played as sharp or flat and these notations were known as 'accidentals.'
We went over a lot of music and I was really enjoying her company. I knew that with Daisy's help I could be a good pianist.
"Dais, would you play that Chopin piece opus ten number three?"
"Sure," let me find it first, get off the bench, it's inside."
Daisy opened up the bench and pulled out a book of Chopin's works, right to page sixty six, four pages of real music here that must have been written at least a hundred an fifty years ago. Her hands delicately poised over the keyboard she began to play an etude which was not only a study in music but very expressive as well.
I was sitting on the sofa listening to Daisy and I had the nicest feeling that here is a lady who likes me a lot and I feel the same way towards her and when will it be that we start getting intimate?
We met half a year ago so I am wondering, when the last time Daisy was satisfied in any way, and did she want to get things going? My hunch is she does but wants to know me more before she decides to go all the way. She really is nice and the last thing she needs is to cry her self to sleep feeling like a fool. One can deal with loneliness for a long time but when they find someone and fall in love and it goes belly up, the lady is just about always the one who really gets hurt and she makes up her mind she will not go through that again which is really sad because there could be someone out there who would be loving but having been bit she has no interest in a relationship and she finds other things to take
up her time.
Six months later
Daisy and I are doing very well, I have come a long way in piano, and am starting to do modified pieces of classical music due to practicing every day. I went to that giant music mega store and bought a Yamaha keyboard or what's known as a stage piano, got a bench and a good keyboard amp as well and took lessons twice a month. I had been given a raise as I am a very good mechanic and I started to read about the Various models of generator sets and how they are wired, voltage regulation and how to troubleshoot the Electrical side of these machines. I was thinking along the lines of Hickey brothers becoming an authorized repair station for these generators but the two old farts wanted nothing to do with it.
farts wanted nothing to do with it at all.
for the first time in my life I considered going out on my own so far as a business. Doing what I really liked, working on gas engines for air compressors generators and pumps and being an authorized repair place for the generator sets as well.
I owed Hickey brothers nothing. They needed a mechanic, and they got one. Simple as that.
In the meantime I had been reading up on those parts of a woman that get them turned on such as the ears neck; nipples; the area around the nipples; and the labia and my interest in her half-glasses and glass beaded neck chain gave me ideas. "How would a glass beaded neck chain feel upon a woman's nipples or labia? I figured it would send waves of pleasure through her body. When Daisy was ready for some real loving I would be there and know what to do. I also knew she was teasing me in a cute way with her half-glasses and I just liked that so much, maybe it is symbolic of a serious woman with great intelligence.
.
I had forgotten the fact that Daisy knew my age as she took the job application and on my twenty seventh birthday she took me out to the Olive Garden for a birthday dinner which was very nice and for desert we had the Italian doughnuts with the caramel and raspberry dipping sauce.
We came back to her place and watched "The green mile." with Tom Hanks, a damn good movie written by the king of Horror Stephen King. Fate works in strange ways, Percy wanted to work at a mental institution and ended up there, as a patient. Not wetting the sponge must have returned as bad Karma as the guy who got juiced never should have gone through that terrible experience.
Daisy excused herself to do a few things, she changed into a black slip and lacy bra still wearing heels and a sexy necklace. She had a few candles burning in her bedroom which gave a very romantic ambiance.
"Come on in Jerry." She said in a soft voice.
I went in and no rocket science was needed to tell me to strip off my clothes which was done very quickly. I knew I was going to love growing a year older. Daisy had her silver half-rounds hanging across her lovely boobs, took them off and gave them to me.
"I want you to tease me with these Jerry."
I took those beads and stretching them out I ran them past her nipples after I took them out from her sexy black lacy bra and her nipples quivered. I was also running my tongue over her other nipple and sucking on it as I rubbed her glasses over her left nipple and Dais was starting to get turned on. I would nibble on her ears or neck while plying that beaded neck chain over her nipple and sometimes grab her left boob with both hands squeezing tight so the nipple got redder and fatter and I would lick her long and slow or short and
quick.
"Let me have the glasses back, Jerry."
I gave them to her and she had them down her nose with those sexy glass beads hanging and she starts to give me some great head as she is slowly jerking my cock and her mouth is so warm and loving. The flickering candles play on her half-glasses throwing reflections here and there. I found that very erotic as Daisy was lovingly sucking me off. The warmth of her tongue over the top of my cock was very sexy and I guess her teeth gave even more feeling.
Daisy was sucking me off very nicely and my balls were starting to boil and when I could not hold it anymore Daisy took the whole load and never lost a drop, she was milking that cock for every last bit of love sauce and she got every last drop. Who knows how long we were in bed, who cared? We sure as hell didn't and Daisy loved how I teased her with her half-glasses rubbing them over her fat red nipples or running the chain of beads alongside them and she wanted me to do this again but with the beads against her labia and that did things for her that I would never forget.
"Go to the dresser and get my pair of brown half-rounds." Daisy told me. I did so and she wore them at the end of her nose as the gold half-rounds were rubbing her labia as well as her small pearl beads and she was getting wet as she would move around and I heard the squishy sounds of moisture within her garden of delights. Daisy was moving around a bit and the soft flickering candle light danced upon her patent black heels with bows as well as shining off those glasses at the end of her nose and the beads gently swaying.
"Stroke that cock Jerry, make it big an hard for me, that is what I want, have been wanting to be honest."
I began doing as I was told and she took her half-glasses and stroked my balls with them causing me to get even harder,
"I'm ready if you are Jerry." Said Daisy in a voice of Contentment.
I got myself into position and Daisy being wet I had a nice time getting in, enough tightness for a great time and I was not planning on doing her quickly but to make a great loving experience last a while.
"Oh, Jerry, that feels so good."
'Tell me about it, I want to love you the way you play that Chopin etude, with a real passion."
Slowly in and out hearing the sound of love between two people, the sound of two bodies breathing, two hearts beating as one, we were both loving this.
I speed up as I knew I wanted to cum and so did Daisy. Bodies rubbing upon each other, the flickering candles, her fingers digging into my butt pulling me in even farther than possible, heavier breathing and the candle light bouncing off her brown half-round glasses and her beads swaying in time.
Once again the furnace of desires had been stoked and I was the boiler tender with a big scoop of sexual energy and that energy rushed through Daisy like steam wanting to turn the turbines and dynamo giving a new kind of life, causing her to tremble and tighten up as she had a series of orgasms, each bigger than the one before it, and than we were both bushed and held each other tightly for who knows how long and it mattered not at all. Two people who fell in love over time and shared a gift of music and keeping Daisy's half-glasses spotless and her teasing him with them at times and he loved it.
Daisy and Jerry had prepared for it, yup the munchies, and had picked up a nice large sixteen inch pizza and a six pack of Coors as well as a nice apple pie.
"Happy birthday Jerry." said Daisy in a voice of sexual bliss.
"I love you Daisy." I said as I had my arms round her and I love your femininity Daisy always had, always will."
"Jerry, I think it is time you started living here with me, It will be much nicer for us and maybe next year we can talk about getting married."
