GILF Adventures: Introductions are Made

Ian thought Leslie was joking about other GILFS. He soon found out that she wasn’t.

"Oh," Cherie said as she looked at me at her front door. "What do you want!"

Your mom called me and told me to come by," I said, smiling. "She asked me for help to move something?"

"Whatever!" Cherie said as she let me inside.

I walked into Leslie's house; Cherie had moved in with her mom after Hank had kicked her out. She had nowhere else to go as most of her so-called friends turned on her. She had shouted out some foul things while being fucked by that man in the hotel room, some of those words got around, and no one wanted to be anywhere near her.

"Ian!" Leslie said as she came down the stairs.

"Mom! Put on some clothes!" Cherie shouted. "We have guests!"

"Ian is not a guest, he is a friend," Leslie smiled.

Leslie stood before me in a silk gown down to her mid-thigh. Her large breasts caused a long line of cleavage to be seen.

"I am going out!" Cherie shouted at her mom.

"Where?" I asked.

Someone reported Cherie's words and actions to her employer, and they fired her before she could say anything. Now, without a job or friends, she was stuck.

"Fuck you!" Cherie shouted. She ran up the stairs and into her room.

"It will blow over," I shrugged.

Just like everything in the world, things are usually forgotten with time.

"I know," Leslie smiled as she turned around and sauntered up the stairs. "I need your help up here."

I had never been inside Leslie's house, and it looked more extensive on the inside than it did from the outside. But at the moment, I wasn't looking around much; I was staring at Leslie's pert behind under the little gown.

It came down low enough to cover her ass, but I could still see she wasn't wearing much underneath if she was wearing anything at all. Her shapely legs made her ass sway from side to side.

"Here," Leslie said as she opened the door to her bedroom.

When I walked inside, I was amazed at how big her room was—it was bigger than my whole apartment.

"You can fit my apartment in this room," I told her as I looked at the huge bed in the middle of the room and the balcony outside the sliding door.

"I know," Leslie grinned as she stood by a large cabinet.

Leslie had been to my apartment twice, so she knew how small it was, but that didn't stop her from showing up unannounced.

"This has been bothering me since they put it in here."

"What's wrong with it," I asked as I looked at it.

It seemed like a usual cabinet, with coats or something else inside.

"It's off center," Leslie said as she walked behind me.

"Oh yeah," I agreed, noticing it was not centered against the wall. "Just a little, though," I said.

I grabbed the cabinet and centered it with a few pulls and tugs.

"That's it?" I asked as I turned around.

"Yes, and I need your thoughts on this," Leslie said as she pulled the drawstring on her gown and lay back on the bed.

"Holy," I said as I stared at Leslie's near-naked body on the bed.

"That's the reaction I expected," Leslie said.

Apart from a sheer blue lace bra and thong set, she was naked, and her long legs were open.

"Now are you just going to stand there?" Leslie teased. "Or are you going to help me take this off?"

No sane straight man on the planet would turn down a GILF like Leslie.

Even in her fifties, she looked better than many women in their thirties. She had it all: nice long legs, a great stomach, huge tits, and a great smile. Add to that a sexual appetite that could tire out a teenager.