Mature Expressions

The Excel Workshop was a welcomed diversion from the everyday routine of the Community Center, and today, being Friday, would mean a sort of three-day weekend. Traffic was light in the morning on Waugh drive. So, getting to the class was easy. I could not wait until the class was over.

The instructor was a nice enough guy, a retiree from the power company who was glad to be retired. His jovial greeting not only made me feel at ease, but it also let me know that the class would be fun as well as interesting. Being the first to arrive and sign in, getting my pick of the computer stations, I took one in the middle of the class close to the wall. From there I could see everybody in class. As I sipped my cup of cream and coffee. Even at fifty-one, I always put more cream than coffee.

As I sipped, the other people taking the class started to trickle in. It always seemed that in classes like this it was more white women in the class. This time it was almost half black and half white; with me being the only male.

Leafing through the class manual my eyes caught a beautiful black woman out the corner of my eye; in her early to late fifties, with dark brown hair with streaks of grey running through it. She came in and sat down to my left with a seat between us. I have always been attracted to older women around my age. I've never been "teeny bopper" chaser; the strength and classic look of this gorgeous Nubian woman kept me sneaking peaks at her all through class. She was average height with a very enticing shape. Not a hair out of place, polished from head to toe.

The class was released to have lunch for an hour. Outside I saw Rose and another lady, whose name escapes me, standing outside talking. I asked them if they knew somewhere around here to eat. The other lady said that there was a fast-food place several blocks away. I volunteered the use of my car to take us.

Rose was an Administrative Assistant at a local university and was sharpening her computer skills. She lived, I found, in Missouri City, a suburb of Houston about thirty minutes away. We teased her about living out there in the "New Hood".

As we ate and talked, doing my best not to be so obvious, I found myself taking glancing peaks at her cleavage, then her nipples that pushed the fabric of her white blouse. I soon found that I did not want this relaxing and fun moment to end. But our lunch had to end and it was time for us to get back at class.

At the end of the workshop, we were given a goodbye, the assurance that a certificate would be mailed to us and encouragement to practice what we learned. The class said their good-byes to one another, passed out business cards and soon the class was empty. I stuck around to speak to the instructor about the next class I registered for next month.

Heading to my car I saw Rose still there standing by her car with a flat tire. Volunteering to change her flat I was strangely happy that her tire picked up that wonderful nail. Rose admitted that she seldom drove at night and wondered if I would be so kind as to drive her home. She would get a ride from a friend tomorrow and pick up her car.

"Sure, I would be glad to take you home" I said; trying to keep an appearance of being cool even though I was far from it at that point.

As I drove, we talked about everything. This woman was well read and kept up with the latest events. I felt a little embarrassed at my lack of knowledge about a lot of what she was well versed.

"Don't be embarrassed, get informed" she chided. "I was like you once, until one of my co-workers tried to embarrass me. I made it a point to know what is going around me in this world."

We pulled up to a Townhouse with a well-manicured lawn. The street was lined with thick old live oak trees that formed a woody canopy over the street.

"Beautiful area" I said as we turned into her driveway.

"Come on in before you go" Rose said as she put her key into the front door turning on the porch light. She did not have to ask me twice.

Her home was a clear reflection of the woman. Orderly, well kept; there seemed to be a place for every item in the house. If I didn't know it, I would have bet I was in one of those beautiful home magazine photos you see at the checkout stand in the grocery store.

"Wow! You have a beautiful house Rose" I said.

"Why thank you; it is a work in progress, she said putting her handbag down in its proper place hanging her keys on a key rack right below the purse.

"Have a seat in the kitchen and get yourself something out of the refrigerator" she told me as she disappeared into another section of the house.

Her refrigerator was just as neat and orderly as the rest of the house. I picked a diet drink and sat back down and popped the top, for some unknown reason trying not to let the can make that loud sound they tend to make.

"She must be a trusting person to leave me alone like this", I thought as I wondered around from the kitchen looking in the Living room, and back to the kitchen again. This was a woman of style and class I thought, looking at the original artwork on the walls. My eyes popped when I saw three prints by my old professor John Biggers at TSU. "Damn" I said under my breath.

"How do you like my collection?" Rose said from behind me. I started my answer before turning around.

"This is fantastic! Wonderful! Where in the world did you get these prints of Dr. Biggers's?"

I finished as I turned to see Rose coming through the door in a white floor length robe that brushed the floor as she walked. She was about 5' 5" pretty fit for a woman of 50 years. A slight plump pear shape and from what I could see, some fat in her belly. Her 36 D cup breasts complimented her hips and thighs. And her chocolate skin made a striking contrast with the white robe.

"I hope I did not keep you too long; I have to get more comfortable after a hard day at work," she said as she took the can of Root beer from my hand and took a sip.

"I started to collect art when I was a junior in the Art department at college, since my days as an art student at Texas Southern. I would trade my stuff with the other students for their work. I couldn't really begin to collect until I got this job."

"When I first saw Doc's work, I knew I had to have some of his work one day" she said as she silently moved admiring one piece of art to the next.

Rose did know her stuff. We must have talked about an hour or two about the work, the artists who created them and what the piece represented. Listening with somewhat deep interest, all the while imagining what was under the folds of her robe. I could barely concentrate on what she was saying, as my concentration wavered each time, she would get close enough for me to get a hint of her crisp, clean, just showered smell.

"I did see you cutting your eyes and looking at me during class today" Rose said as she broke the steam of our conversation and slowly moved over to me. She draped her arms around my neck as I reached inside her robe and wrapped my arms around her for a long lingering kiss.

Taking the can long empty can from me, Rose moved to a beautiful wing back chair and sat down. Moving toward her she held out her palm like a Crossing Guard.

"Stop right there sweetie. Take your clothes off" she commanded.

Almost as if she felt my uneasiness, Rose said, "Don't feel uncomfortable, I love thick men my age. You are wonderful sweetie."

Feeling self conscious at 5' 10" and 220 pounds still with a bit of a gut; I did not get naked in the light, like this in front of women. I was amazed at the way I automatically complied, starting at my shirt and pants standing there in my boxers and an undershirt.

"Sweetie, I want everything" she said with a sultry smoothness that made my heart thump. But I obeyed her voice as if it had some hypnotic power and took off my undershirt and boxers.

Moving over to Rose as she stood up, I started to remove her robe, revealing a bra and panties that made my job quick and easy. Reaching around her, the clasps of her bra was my target. Her breast full and firm, enticing and tantalizing; called my lips to their hard points.

"No! I haven't given you permission...yet" she said.

Stopping and continuing on my mission of undressing her I snapped to what Rose was about, control. I got the point and was somehow excited by being put in this different role; the woman in total control, calling the shots.

I was use to leading the way with my partner. Here, in Rose's house, she was in control. She said what would and would not occur, even when it would take place. I found myself willing and undeniably being turned on about the possibilities. These thoughts caused my penis to swell, lengthen and throb, angling up as if straining to set itself free. My average sized penis had not been seen by a woman for some time and she knew it.

"Now my panties please" she said with a modest smile allowing a finger to trail along the length of my pulsating member then putting it to her lips "...mmmmm..." she said as she stepped out of her now damp panties. A nervous hot flash rushed over me as I put them to my face and inhaled her fragrant womanly aroma. Inhaling deeply once more brought the aroma of Rose into my nose, into my brain and hooked me like a fish on a line.

"I see you like what I left, don't you, Sweetie?" Not waiting for an answer Rose led me to her bedroom. Like the other part of the house. The room was decorated well and dimly lit by a Tiffany floor lamp in one corner and by a matching one on the nightstand.

Her bed was elevated so that you needed to use the step to get in it.

Rose climbed up and simply lay back on the bed, reaching in between her legs she ran a finger around her clitoris then parted her pussy's lips. My heart was pounding, as if it would burst out on my chest because I knew what she wanted; damn, what I wanted.

The room was silent except for the sounds from the sheets as Rose positioned herself on the bed. The bed put her wet hole at the right position for me. My tongue made its initial probing ventures around her clitoris. I could tell Rose was enjoying this by her lusty moans and throaty groans as I sucked her Clitoris then opening the fleshy outer lips of her Labia which was surround by a black bush mingled with long grey strains.

I continued to give Rose what she wanted. Having her vagina receive one long and slow lick after the other. Starting, from just at the top of her brown hole, to the top of her beautiful mound, each time ending up with a tongue flick on her now hot and protruding Clitoris. "Oooooo...so...so...good Sweetie" was the response she repeated as she grabbed the back of my head and demanded I suck her harder. I continued to please; no at this point I continued worshiping her tasty womanhood.

Encouraged by Rose's reactions, I wet my finger inside her and rubbed the outside of her little brown hole. She arched her hips up as I ever so gently slid a finger into her little brown anal opening. Stiffening, then relaxing she lay there almost motionless and let me slide it in and out of her. With the same hand I stuck my thumb into her vagina and simultaneously slid both fingers slowly in and out of her, drawing out a long moan of pleasure.

"Oh...yeah...mmmmmm...so good." I could feel my middle finger and thumb through the wall of flesh that separated her rectum from her vagina.

"Ohhh... aaaa.... sweetie.... good! I'm just about there," she moaned as she stated to rise up off the bed is a half crunch. "...faster...faster...that's it...keep going...keep going!"

Rose started to massage the top of her mound, slowly then with more intensity as she ordered me "Oh...yes...faster...faster...don't stop" as she started to climax. I could see that expression on her face which told me she enjoyed reaching this stage of her orgasm. "Oh...oh...oh..." she cried out with a lusty groan, with her eyes shut, while at the same time rubbing her clitoris fast and furiously to coax a blessed eruption of lust and passion.

Without a word she climbed down from the bed and putting on her robe. "I see you need something too; but for now, get a robe out of the closet and come with me" she said as she headed to the kitchen leaving me behind to do as she instructed.

"I'm hungry," Rose said as she started toward the kitchen.