Divorced Mature Woman Sells Cookies

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It was a Friday about 7pm and I had Monday off from work. I had no plans and was looking forward to a long weekend of doing nothing. I heard a knock at the door. I almost ignored it, I wasn’t expecting anyone and I could already taste the sweet and sour of my Chinese take out dancing in my mouth.

I looked through the eye hole and saw Marcie, a woman from two floors up from my apartment. She was wearing an attractive business suit. We had only talked in passing, but I did know she was in her mid thirties, divorced, and a young daughter.

I always thought that she was pleasantly average. You know the type a skinny blond with a small waist, not really shapely, and small breasts. Her face was nothing to write home about, but she was not really ugly. She was your typical blond housewife.

She looked a little disheveled. One thing I have learned in my forty years is that you really don’t want to get involved if you don’t have to, but she was crying and I really couldn’t help myself.

I opened the door and saw the woman holding a couple boxes of cookies from the Girl Rangers.

“Hey, Marcie, ah, what’s up?” I asked.

“I’ve been at this for hours and we need to sell just 20 more boxes of cookies, would you be willing to buy some so I can go home.” Then Marcie said.

“Aren’t these supposed to be sold by the Girl Rangers?”

“I missed a deadline and my daughter is with her no good father and I…”

“Well, Karaköy escort bayan I don’t really need any…” I began to say.

“No, you don’t understand, her father has already sold two times the minimum and now I, ah, I just want to sell these so that. Please…”

I looked at her in her in her pitiful condition and asked, “OK how much are they?”

“Ten dollars a box.”

“Damn, ten dollars a box? That sounds like robbery to me.”

“Yeah I thought so too, that’s why I have twenty boxes left.”

I thought about it and remembered that fortune cookies were not exactly the best desert.

I asked her, “Do you have the berry blend cookie?”

She smiled, “Yes, I have five boxes of them.”

“Well OK, let me get a couple of boxes.” I said relenting to her.

I asked her to come in while I went to go find the money. I walked back to my room to go get my wallet and found a twenty.

She yelled back to me, “You don’t know how much this means to me. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.” I yelled back.

I walked back into the living room and Marcie was sitting on my couch with her legs crossed and I immediately wanted to see more than those legs. I think she caught me looking at her legs and she smiled nervously and said, “OK let me find those boxes.” She dug out two of the Berry blend cookies and gave them to me. I gave her the twenty. Escort Kayaşehir

She then grabbed her bag of boxes and left my apartment. She then stood there for a moment and asked, “Are you sure you can’t buy any…” She then said, “sorry…Thank you again.”

I watched her leave. The business skirt was clinging to her small curves.

I shut the door and went on to eat my food. I thought about Marcie and I thought about what I would do to her if given the opportunity.

Well they always say that opportunity knocks when you least expect it. And about a couple hours later there was a knock back at the door.

I looked through the peep hole and there was Marcie again. I opened the door and Marcie just walked right in and dropped the bag of cookies on the floor in my apartment.

“I, ah, I don’t know if…” She began then she rushed towards me and kissed me. It was a slightly rough, not really pleasant kiss. She then said, “Please forgive me, but I thought I saw you looking, and it has been so long, and I…”

I then grabbed Marcie around her waist and kissed her dead on her lips. It was a passionate kiss this time. The door was still wide open, but we didn’t care. Our tongues danced with each other’s desperately.

I reached to shut the door without letting go of the embrace. She quickly got to her knees and released my manhood from my pants and in minutes she was Küçükçekmece escort coaxing it to life with her mouth.

My breath quickened as I grabbed her head and pushed it closer to me. I could smell her light perfume and I felt her rapidly attempting to take me to climax with her mouth.

We were still in the living room. I took her hand and led her into the backroom onto my bed.

I laid her down on the bed and raised her skirt to reveal that she had already removed her undergarment. I kissed the center of her femininity with an abandon that caused her to squeal.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Marcie said as my tongue caressed her. I finally got to the point where I could wait no longer.

I entered her there on the bed and pumped. Slowly at first. We kissed passionately as I accelerated. She put her legs around my waist in an attempt to get me to go deeper, and it worked. Marcie was screaming at this point and I was starting to wonder if my next door neighbors would hear. It was just an apartment complex.

I felt her reach her climax. She shook violently and screeched. I continued to pump through her moment until I was just about to release my load. I had to pull out. The last thing I needed was a child.

However, Marcie jumped up at that point and took me again in her mouth. She sucked and I just fell backwards in ecstasy.

Then she took my whole load into her mouth. We both laid there at this point having expended a lot of energy. We still had on our clothes.

“Do you have any other plans this weekend?” I asked.

“I just have to sell these damn cookies.” Marcie said with a smile.

“I think we can do something about selling those cookies.” I said as we drifted off to sleep.

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