Georgia

I first met Georgia about a year ago, when I was moving in my new condo
in West Palm Beach. She was tan, trim, big busted for a petite lady
and the divorced mother of two children. She was very out going, with
a steady stream of questions, local information, and the latest gossip
going around the complex.

Over the next few months, I became a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia’s apartment after work and on Saturday mornings. She never
seemed to mind, and occasionally she would drop by my place if she
hadn’t seen me for a day or two. I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, as she never mentioned a boyfriend and appeared to
never date or even go out with the “girls”. She was fun to be with,
but I just figured that she would rather give her time to her children
than be hanging out in some bar or whatever. She never mentioned sex,
except to joke about never wanting it anymore, or being “no mans land”
was better than putting up with a “man” hanging around wanting it all
the time. I would laugh and call her “Ms. Chastity” and then let it
drop. My impressions of Georgia were to change, radically.

One Sunday morning I was unloading my car from a business trip, when
Georgia appeared on the steps in a long tee shirt and apparently
nothing else. She seemed normal enough, laughing and talking as usual,
and following me between the car and the apartment. When I was
finished she ask if I would like some breakfast and I said sure. I
followed her back to her apartment, expecting to be greeted by her
kids, and figuring I’d have a good but noisy breakfast. As I walked in
behind her, there were no kids, no noise. She noticed my looking
around and said that the kids were over at one of their friends house
and that she had the day to herself.

As I stood in the kitchen doorway, Georgia proceeded to start gathering
the makings for breakfast. As she bent over getting the eggs from the
refrigerator, I couldn’t help but notice her bare cheeks peeking out
from under her tee shirt. Now my mind started to question the Ms.
Chastity name, as I looked at her smooth rounded butt, a tan line
evenly marking the boundary of what was to be seen and what was to
remain hidden. As I stared at her bare bottom I started getting an
erection. Still bent over, she turned and asked if I wanted jelly or
butter on the toast. That was my first glimpse of her large breast, as
she waited for my answer. My mind was racing beyond comprehension and
the bulge in my pants was noticeably showing. She answered herself
with a single word. “Jelly”.

I stood there with a dumb smile on my face and my mind frantically
searching for a way to see more. I didn’t have long to search, as she
turned her back towards me and bend over to retrieve the toaster from
under the counter. Her whole ass was now bare, staring right in my
face. I was spell bound as my eyes swept down her luscious cheeks only
to be met by a glistening, smooth shaved pussy. My erection strained
against my pants, my heart rate soared and my mouth when dry. I heard
myself stuttering out the word “jelly”, as she raised up and sat the
toaster down. Noticing the now apparent growth in my pants, and the
startled look on my face, she asked me if I liked jelly on other things
besides toast. Trying desperately to regain my composure, I nodded yes,
as she picked up the jar of jelly and started for the kitchen door. As
she walked by me, she let her hand brush against the front of my pants,
squarely rubbing across my erect dick hiding underneath. She said with
a wink “Lets see if you really do” as she walked into the dining room.
Slowly I followed, trying now to figure out what was really going on
here, or if it all was only a dream and I would wake up still on the
airplane.

As I entered the dining room, all doubts disappeared and reality hit
home. Georgia was totally naked, laying on the table, legs up and
spread. Her large breasts rose like mountain peeks, tall and firm,
lavishly decorated with dark, large nipples. Her belly, creamy white
flowed downward with seductive curves luring my eyes even further down.
Down to a smoothly shaved, beautifully full pussy, glistening from
anticipation and expectation. I stood in silent amazement and wonder,
full of a sudden admiration for the stunning body before me. She broke
the silence with a giggle as she spooned jelly all over her pussy and
then cleaned the spoon on her nipples.

“Breakfast is served” she announced. She didn’t have to call me twice.
Without hesitation I dove in. With long strokes of my tongue I started
to make my way through the jelly. She gasped when my tongue found its
mark, parting her smooth lips and making it way deep within her pussy.
Slowly I worked my way up to her clitoris, first gently flicking it
with the tip of my tongue, then increasing the pressure until she was
moaning and gasping at a growing volume. Quickly I would dart my tongue
deep inside her then quickly return to her clitoris until she exploded
into a long, loud and violent orgasm. I continued to lick her,
covering every surface of her quivering pussy that my tongue could
reach and at the same time, trying to strip my clothes off. She was
gaining quickly on another orgasm by the time I could get my pants off
and she had starting to suck and lick her own nipples. With one final
plunge, I drove my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She erupted into an
even bigger orgasm, shaking and quivering, pounding her ass against the
table violently. As she settled down, I aimed my rock hard dick at her
soaking wet pussy and drove it home with one long, quick plunge. She
sat almost upright, rolling her hips up and down matching my thrusting
dick. Locking her legs around my hips, she pumped ferociously, gasping
and moaning louder and louder. I leaned forward, capturing a nipple in
my mouth and started to suck on it. She pumped harder and faster,
until I started to climax, blasting my cum deep inside her. She
exploded in an intense, frenzied orgasm that seemed to last for an
hour. And with one final gasped and faint cry she collapsed back on
the table, pulling me down on top of her. We lay there for a long,
silent time, caressing each others body, savoring the moment.

Funny thing though, I still laughingly call her Ms. Chastity, but about
three Sundays a month, I stop in for breakfast with Georgia.