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The Purple Dress
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
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A juicy affair with an older woman. (MF, intr)
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[Author's Note: I'm keeping my promise to Elcie and
RHL. The story "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes
Off..." featured Charlotte, a character based on
someone who my mother has known for some time but I
had just met her not long before I wrote that story.
I told Elcie "Charlotte will be back in different
incarnations". I wrote her as my age for that story,
but for this story, the character will be closer to
the real Charlotte, particularly in age.
After I met Charlotte I fell hard for her, and came up
with that story, "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes
Of..." Not long after a came up with a fantasy about
her which this story is based on. Being that this IS
fiction, I made a few changes, though but as I said,
this is pretty much the real Charlotte. I hope you
enjoy it, my Constant Readers, but especially Elcie
and RHL. G]
***
Sometimes we tend to take things for granted; life can
seem to get no better when it throws you a curve ball.
That curve ball was my dad passing away unexpectedly.
He was only 60, in relatively good health [despite the
"beer belly"] and he even could have passed for forty.
The autopsy showed he'd had a stroke, and not his
first. They found out he'd had another stroke, a small
one, that'd gone unnoticed. He was buried two towns
over with his father and mother who died before I was
even born.
I hid my feelings; I felt I had to be tough for mom
and sis. Mom had it better off. Hours after we were
told he died, my mother's friends started to visit.
For the next two weeks, she was never alone. It helped
her adjust to life without dad. By the time sis came
down from Michigan mom was handling things well. In
fact, her closest friend helped her with the funeral
and burial arrangements, which his insurance fully
covered. Good thing, because dad didn't have Life
Insurance.
The first curve ball especially affected us because,
being the "bread winner", dad had brought in the
majority of the income and he was paying for me to go
to college. I had to drop out since we couldn't afford
it now, which helped with the now-limited income.
Mom worked part time cleaning houses. She had to
weekly jobs, one bi-weekly and two once a month. She
got fifteen dollars an hour.
I was able to find part time work also. I scaled back
on unnecessary things, cutting my unlimited cell phone
plan to a pay-as-you-go plan for emergencies.
We were doing pretty well. Things seemed to realign
themselves. Life was good again.
Until the second curve ball. She was complaining about
pain in her leg. Her friend who had helped with the
funeral took her to the hospital. It turned out she
had a serious problem with her leg and they had no
choice but to amputate it. It was a crushing blow to
us.
When mom got out of the hospital, she stayed with her
friend while she recuperated [the best she could]
since we lived on the second floor and it was
difficult to get around. She wasn't going to be able
to work anymore but was going to be able to get on
Disability [she was only fifty-two so she couldn't
retire].
In the meantime, I found a full time job and I was
able to get Food Stamps and Medical so I was able to
handle the bills by myself. Which worked out well
since mom felt it would be better to live with her
friend under the circumstances.
It was around that time that I decided to visit the
old church we went to cross town when I was little.
I'd stopped going to church but wanted to catch up
with all friends. That was how I met Charlotte. She
was a goddess! With the body of a model, smooth Ebony
skin, long flowing black hair well past her shoulders
and a pair of DD tits.
I finally got the nerve to talk to her. I asked her if
she was a model, she said she was in her strong
British accent.
Charlotte told me she was originally from Manchester,
England, which explained the accent.
We talked a few minutes then she had to go. I was glad
to have met Charlotte but I was sure I would never see
my "supermodel" [the nickname I'd given her, she'd
laughed] again...
A few weeks went by. I ran into an old friend from
church at the supermarket. He told me he started going
to church again since he and his wife had their first
child. She told him she wanted their son "to have
religion".
I asked him if he knew Charlotte. He didn't know a
Charlotte but when I described her he told me her last
name, which I hadn't known.
Anyway, more time went by. I went by to see my mother
and bring her her mail. She was talking to her friend
about someone with the same last name as Charlotte.
"Wait. Is she Black with a British accent and looks
like a model?" I asked.
My mom said yeah.
"That's Charlotte! I know her!" I told her about how I
met her and how I nicknamed her supermodel.
My mother laughed and made that "what a small world"
remark then called Charlotte. She put the phone on
Speaker and when Charlotte picked up I knew right away
it was definitely her.
My mom and Charlotte talked about some plans they'd
made to go somewhere, then she told Charlotte that she
knew me. She described me to her and told Charlotte
about me calling her supermodel. Charlotte laughed and
said yes she remembered me very well.
I was pleased and grinning. I was glad the last time I
saw her wasn't really THE last time.
Some time went by. I'd been bringing clothes over to
my mom at her friend's house as she needed it but she
still had a lot of clothes here. In fact, she had
clothes hanging up in the attic.
We didn't have a "traditional" clothesline, my mom had
strung the clothesline across the attic and that was
where we hung the laundry to dry. Crazy, huh?
Most of her clothes in her closet had been sitting
there unused for longer than she'd been away.
My mom wanted me to wash the clothes before I brought
them over.
I was doing a load of clothes when the phone rang. I
let it go to the answering machine.
I was surprised to hear Charlotte's voice. She was
looking for my mom of course. I went and picked up the
phone.
"Hi, Charlotte!" I said.
"Jim! It's good to hear you. I was looking for your
mother."
"She's still at her friend's house."
"Oh, right. I guess I dialed the wrong number. Hasn't
she moved back in yet?"
"No, she decided to live there. It's easier,
especially since Social Security is giving her a hard
time about getting her a prosthetic leg."
"Oh, that's too bad!" Charlotte said with sincere
concern. "Well, let me let you go and I'll call her
over there. Talk to you later!"
I said good bye and hung up.
When the clothes were done washing, I started pulling
out the clothes one at a time. I folded her pants and
skirts in half and laid her blouses and tops over the
back of a kitchen chair.
When everything was out, I went to my mom's closet to
find hangars for her blouses and tops. I always hung
them between the skirts and pants.
I found enough hangers and hung up the blouses and
tops, placing them on a hook on the kitchen wall.
Then I smacked my head. I forgot I still had clothes
up on the line.
I trudged upstairs and started taking down the skirts
and pants. Then I began to grab the stuff on hangers.
I couldn't get it all at once without dragging clothes
on the ground so I brought that stuff back downstairs
and hung up the clothes on the hangers and laid out
the pants and skirts on her bureau and bed.
I was about to head back up into the attic when the
doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone. No one even
knows I'm off on Wednesdays.
I went down to answer the front door and was surprised
to see Charlotte.
I opened the door. "Charlotte! What are you doing
here?"
She grinned up at me. "Well, I got to thinking about
you living all by yourself now and thought you might
enjoy some company.
I was going to take you out to lunch."
I didn't mind so much being alone, but I wasn't going
to turn down the chance to be alone with my
supermodel.
"Thanks! I need to hang up some laundry first. Do you
want to come up, Charlotte?"
"Sure, thank you."
She stepped up onto the front porch, I was ogling her
hot body, trying not to be obvious. Charlotte had on
some jeans and a tight sweater that showed off her
huge tits. I closed the door and motioned for her to
go first.
"I've been here a few times to pick up your mother but
I've never come upstairs," Charlotte said.
I watched her medium-sized butt sway as she went
upstairs. I hadn't realized Charlotte had such a small
frame before. And when she got upstairs I noticed she
was shorter than I had first believed when we first
met.
I was curious about her height. Asking a woman her
height is almost as bad as asking her her age [I knew
Charlotte was forty-seven, my mom told me, though she
looks no older than forty. I'm twenty myself].
"Ummm, Charlotte, if you don't mind me asking how tall
are you? I'd've sworn you were taller when I first met
you..."
Charlotte grinned mischievously. "I don't mind. I'm
5'1". I was wearing very high heels when we met."
"Oh."
Charlotte laughed.
I had flipped the lid of the laundry hamper over and
laid the skirts and pants over it. I grabbed the
clothes on the hangers and laid them on top, folding
them over so the top part of the hangers wouldn't snag
on anything on the way upstairs.
Charlotte followed me up, making small talk as we
went. I always hung my mom's clothes at the front part
of the attic. I laid down the hamper lid and was just
placing the clothes on the hangers on a hook
temporarily when Charlotte asked "What's that?"
"What's what?" I asked.
"That." Charlotte was pointing at a long dress. A
long, purple dress.
"Oh, that. It's my mom's dress," I said nonchalantly.
"I've never seen her wear and I'm glad I haven't. I
can't picture her wearing it, she doesn't have the
figure for it."
It was true. My mom was short [but not as short as
Charlotte] frumpy. This dress was sexy. As I said, it
was purple. It was also made of a stretchy material
that I pictured clinging to my mom, and that wouldn't
be a pretty sight to see.
I realized what I'd said to Charlotte and figured she
was about to defend my mom, so I "cut her off at the
pass".
"But I know it would look amazing on your supermodel
body, Charlotte," I said. "You definitely have the
curves for it."
Her smiled went wide. She looked slightly embarrassed
by my praise but mostly pleased. "Why, thank you! That
was a sweet thing to say."
"I'm just being honest. I really would love to see it
on you."
Charlotte got really quiet as I started hanging the
pants on the clothesline. Then "Do you really think I
should? You know, try it on?"
"Sure. My mom wouldn't mind, but she'd never even
know."
"Oh, all right," Charlotte took the dress by its
hanger off the clothesline.
"You could try it on in there," I said, pointing out
the little room off to one side. "I won't peek."
Charlotte laughed and I watched her butt sway once
more as she headed over to the small room and went in.
I went back to hanging up the pants, putting a
hangered blouse or top in between each, then I started
hanging up her skirts.
I was done by the time Charlotte came back out. I
whistled.
"How do I look?" She said as she slowly turned for me.
Boy, did that purple dress hug her curves! Her tits
and butt looked like torpedoes ready to burst from the
dress!
"Very fuckable..." I said before my brain caught up
with mouth. My face grew hot and I put my hand over
my mouth. "I - I'm sorry, Charlotte!"
She laughed. "It's all right. I've lived twice as long
as you have and I've heard a lot worse. I'll take it
as a compliment and say thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
"You know something? I do feel fuckable," Charlotte
said, then giggled. "This material feels so sexy
against my skin, and it's so bloody tight!
I had to take off my bra and even my knickers since I
hadn't worn a thong today."
I felt my face grow hotter. My eyes slid down to her
chest and it was now obvious Charlotte WAS braless.
Visibly, her huge tits only sagged slightly despite
their size and I could see the outline of her large
areolaes. I couldn't help but get hard.
"Oh, my," Charlotte purred as her nipples popped out.
"You really, really do like me in this dress..." She
teased.
Moving closer, Charlotte reached out and cupped my
crotch. I reached up and held her tits. She sighed.
"It's been a long time since I felt this way. I feel
so desired by you, I haven't felt that way since my
last husband." Yeah, my mom told me Charlotte had been
married a few times.
She pulled my head down and kissed me. I returned the
kiss as I kneaded her massive tits. Charlotte got my
jeans open and pulled my cock out of my boxers,
stroking it.
I pulled the dress up around her waist and slid a hand
between her legs. I felt the hairiest pussy I'd ever
felt.
And Charlotte was already wet.
I broke the kiss and bent her over a stack of boxes.
"Oh, my..." She sighed.
I grabbed my throbbing cock and aimed it at her black-
haired pussy. I slid it in on the first stroke.
Charlotte moaned.
I began to move in and out of her slowly. She ground
her pussy back against me.
"Fuck me faster," She hissed. "I'm so horny!"
It turned me on to hear Charlotte talk like that. I
grabbed her hips and began to ram into her.
"Mmmm, that's more like it!" She moaned.
A few minutes later Charlotte came. And came. And
came. I lost track of how many orgasms she had.
Several of them were pretty intense as her pussy went
ballistic around my cock.
I fucked her in that position for about twenty-five
minutes. I pulled out, turned Charlotte around and
lowered
her to the floor. She spread her legs and begged me to
stick it back in. But first I pulled the stretchy
material of the dress below her tits. I had to see
them.
I cupped her tits as Charlotte impatiently grabbed my
cock and slid it back into her hot, tight pussy. I
slammed it into her as I roughly kneaded her tits,
making Charlotte gasp and groan. I fucked her harder
and her orgasms became more intense and loud.
I lasted another twenty minutes before I felt my nuts
tighten up. My cock seemed to swell up, I grunted and
shot my first volley of jizz into her womb. I kept
jamming my cock into her as I shot bolt after bolt
into her spasming pussy.
Finally spent, I slid out of her and rolled onto my
back.
"So much for lunch," I teased.
"Fuck lunch," Charlotte shot back. "I'm going to have
to come visit you more often!"
I looked at Charlotte and she was grinning like the
Cheshire Cat. I was looking forward to her future
visits very much...
THE END
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