It was a midsummer Saturday in a coastal city in the American South. It was hot, it was muggy, it was time for a party on the river. I collected everything I needed and packed up my car: snacks, Camels, 8-year Demerara rum, Mexican Coke, and limes. I don't remember exactly, but I probably got to the party sometime between eleven in the morning and two in the afternoon. I got barely any sleep the night before, and some details are fuzzy. There was already a collection of my friends there, so I unfolded my chair, mixed a Cuba Libre, lit a smoke and relaxed. The party went on for the rest of the afternoon. People came and went, ate and drank. Slowly, the sun sank lower in the west. In the late afternoon, she showed up. Her name was Jenny*. I'd never met her before, but unlike all my friends, I was not a local. She'd grown up with the rest of them, moved out of state for several years and just moved back into town within the last month. She was bored out of her mind, and this party was her first time going out since she'd returned home.

She was an older white woman, just into her fifties. About my height with dirty blonde hair cut above her shoulders, tanned skin, and an evenly proportioned body. Her breasts did stand out. Those were large and prominent with a firmness under her white tank top that only silicon could provide. She sat down with us, lit a cigarette and joined the conversation. As typical for our gatherings, the conversation was always stories, gossip, and a lot of reminiscing, so as usual, I defaulted to strong silence and was occasionally the subject of the current story. She and I were eventually introduced, and when she tired of beer, I made her one of my drinks. She was impressed and joked that I'd made it strong so that I could take advantage of her. It was only rum and coke, but I don't fuck around. It may be a simple drink, but using quality ingredients is what makes it pop. She started to flirt with me a bit, and while I didn't discourage it, I didn't actively encourage it either. However, I could tell she was on the hunt. Our friends could too. At one point, one of them even told her "Jenny, stop trying to get into Adam's* pants."

The sun set and we moved the party to another friend's house, lit a bonfire, ate supper, and drank more. Sitting around the fire, she and I had a chance for more one-on-one interaction and started talking. She was coming on stronger now, and I was being more receptive. As the flames died, so did the party and everyone drifted home except my friend and his family, myself, and Jenny. As he and his wife went into the house, he gave me a wink and said "there's a mattress upstairs."

At that point, we were alone by the fire. She finished the last drink I'd made her, straddled my lap with a grin like a high school girl and asked, "are we going to do this?" I responded by taking her face in my hands and pulling her down for a long kiss. I'm not sure how long we sat there making out, but I guess the light of the fire, the hot summer night, and the touch and taste of her body lit my primal urges. Helping her off my lap, I took her and bent her over the trunk of my car. Pulling down her denim shorts and panties, I pulled out my cock and slid it inside her. She moaned as I thrusted but eventually protested. It may have been an abandoned cul-de-sac in a dark neighborhood, but she wasn't comfortable with such extreme PDA. We pulled up our pants and she kissed me before we headed inside.

The house was dark, and we fumbled our way upstairs, communicating in whispers and using our phones for light so that we wouldn't wake my friend, his wife, and child. We climbed the stairs, found the mattress and fell onto it, tearing each other's clothes off. And yes, her fake breasts were just as incredible in my hands and in my mouth as they had looked under her white top. Falling onto her back, she spread her legs and without any prompting, I knelt between them and slid my bare cock into her. She was incredibly wet and hot, soaking my cock with a moist heat greater than that hot summer day.

Most of the rest of the night is a blur with only bits and pieces of clarity. Between lack of sleep on my part, both of us being half drunk, and the fact that the room was in complete darkness the whole time, my memories are a bit blurred. I know that most of the time, other than moaning each other's names and our cries of passion, we didn't talk much while we fucked. It's like we had a mental connection and between that, our animal instincts, and our physical interactions, each of us knew exactly what the other wanted.

After I finished inside her the first time, we kissed in the dark. We talked in whispers for a while as we kissed, and before long, I rolled her on all fours. It wasn't romantic. It wasn't sweet and tender. It was a hot summer night in the South. We were in the middle of a metaphorical jungle and we were simply two people given over to our basic animal instincts. I took her a second time. Took her like a lion takes a lioness on the savannah. Afterwards, I stood up and she rolled onto her knees, taking my cock into her mouth with a giggle as she cleaned our cum from it.

We needed to answer nature's call, and in the bathroom lights, we finally saw each other fully naked. We kissed tenderly. We caressed each other's bodies. We talked for a while and then she took my cock in her hand, playing with it until it was hard again. Leading me by the hand we returned to the darkness and she pushed me down onto my back. She was not going to wait any longer. Earlier in the evening, when she found out about the age gap between us, she'd had some doubts. There were no longer any doubts now as she slid down onto my rejuvenated manhood. She wanted to ride my hard cock and milk every drop out of it and I wasn't about to stop her.

I don't remember much about the last time that night. Between fatigue and the booze, I was fading fast. All I know is that she rode me like a goddess and drained me like a succubus. When she finished, I was completely spent and she could tell that I'd given her every last bit of masculine energy that I had. She lay down next to me, kissed me, and told me to rest. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke in the cold light of dawn and ran my hand over her naked body on the mattress next to me. When her eyes opened, I gave her a long kiss, then another as she lay there in my arms. Caressing her, my hand made its way down slowly, until it found that delightful warm wetness between her legs. I kissed her, I caressed her, I teased her clit and she moaned quietly in my arms. I rolled her onto her back and she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I entered her and we began to slowly and tenderly make love. Our bodies were in sync for that brief moment frozen in eternity. The only sounds that broke the morning silence were our stifled moans as we both lost control one final time in each other's arms. After recovering ourselves, we kissed again, dressed, and quietly left the house together.

*Names have been changed