Margo’s pussy

As Jordan slipped the book back on the library shelf, he spotted someone on the other side of it, pulling her own hardcover out of the row of books. She was an older woman, with a short gray bob and a pair of thin-framed glasses. 

“Oh, hi!” he said, surprised. Not that there was a woman over there, but that he could find someone her age so attractive. It wasn’t normally what he’d go for. 

The woman came over to Jordan’s side of the shelf, revealing that she was in a long, flowing skirt. A waft of floral perfume came with her. She introduced herself as Margo. Up close, Jordan could see her better — the fine lines around her eyes, the wrinkles creasing at the corners of her mouth. 

“That’s a good one,” Margo said, nodding to the book Jordan had just put back on the shelf. She eyed him up and down, noting that he was probably in his early 30s, which was over half her age. “I didn’t think people your age came to libraries.”

Jordan blushed, running his fingers through his shaggy dark hair. “Well, I’m a little bit of a nerd, I suppose.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Margo put her small stack of books on an empty spot on the shelf. 

Jordan took a step closer to her, his eyes never moving away from hers. She had to swallow down the lump that was in her throat now. It had been years since a man had looked at her like this.

“Can I kiss you?” Jordan asked softly.

Margo only nodded for a split second before Jordan’s mouth was against hers. He brought his hand up to the side of her face, noticing the way her cheeks were a little saggy and soft. Jordan’s tongue darted inside her mouth, making Margo moan ever so slightly.

“Not here,” she panted, pulling away. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Jordan couldn’t believe this was happening. This woman looked like she was someone’s grandmother, and here he was, following her up the stairs to the dark, deserted section of the library that no one ever went to. 

When they were safely hidden between the dusty shelves, Jordan pressed her up against one of them, kissing her harder now. Margo wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He smelled good, and as her hands move down to run across his arms and chest, she realized how fit he was. It had been a long time since she had felt muscles like that. 

“I didn’t think my day at the library would turn into this,” Jordan said breathlessly, looking at Margo’s eyes through her glasses. “And you — ”

He stopped before he could say something offensive about her age. Instead, he dropped down to his knees, taking the bottom of Margo’s skirt and bunching it up. She grabbed it and held it around her waist, looking down to watch this young guy pull her plain pink panties off of her.

Jordan had never eaten a pussy this. . . old before. The skin there was wrinkled, with a wiry patch of hair at the top, but when he pressed his mouth up against her, she smelled and tasted the same as any other pussy would have.

“Oh my god,” Margo groaned, closing her eyes. Jordan’s tongue ran against her clit, making her shiver. She hadn’t had such an exciting experience in. . . well, she couldn’t remember when. 

Jordan loved the way she shuddered and sighed as he ate her pussy. He looked up to see Margo’s mouth opening and closing, like she was silently gasping for air. He could tell she was about to cum for him.

“Ahhh, ah,” Margo hissed, reaching down to hold onto Jordan’s head as an orgasm crashed through her. It came in intense surges, making her chest heave. Men never made her cum like this. Had she been missing out this whole time? She wondered if she should have been dating younger men since leaving her husband, rather than joining a book club and staying in every night. 

Jordan stood up, licking his lips. His heart was racing. “That was very hot.”

Margo blushed. “It really was.”

She reached her hand across the front of his pants, to find that his cock was already hard underneath him. Margo looked down at the library floor, noticing how hard and thin the carpet was. She really wanted to repay the favor to Jordan, but her knees hadn’t been the same in about five years or so. Getting older was hard on the body.

“Let’s move to this table,” she said, thinking quickly, as she pulled Jordan by his shirt collar. 

Margo positioned herself on the table top and began to work on Jordan’s pants. When she pulled his cock out, her eyes widened. It was bigger than she expected. Suddenly, she was very aware of where they were and what they were about to do.

She swallowed nervously. “We’ll have to be quiet.”

Jordan smiled. “Well, of course. It’s a library, after all.”

Feeling a little more relieved, Margo lowered her head to suck on the head of Jordan’s cock. She swirled her tongue around it, before slowing working her mouth all the way down. She hoped she was good at it, because it had been a while since a cock had been between her lips.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” groaned Jordan, quietly.

That gave Margo the confidence she needed. She began to bob her head up and down in a steady rhythm as Jordan watched in awe. He had never been so turned on by someone with a whole head of gray hair and wrinkled skin before, if at all. 

“I want you,” he said finally, lifting Margo’s face off of his cock. Her eyes widened as he spoke.

Jordan took a closer step to the table and helped Margo slide to the edge of the table, with her skirt bunched up around her waist again. They were both buoyed by the thrill of hooking up in the library, with people milling around below them.

Margo’s gray hair framed her face as she looked down to watch Jordan drag the head of his cock against her pussy. Her legs were bent upwards, and Jordan couldn’t help but notice the skin under her thighs hung down, loose and saggy. He didn’t mind it, though. Margo was so very different than other women he had been with. It was fun. 

Slowly, Jordan began to press his way into Margo’s pussy. He wasn’t sure how it would feel, but she felt surprisingly amazing. It didn’t feel like younger pussy did, but it was still nice and wet, wrapped perfectly around his throbbing cock.

“You’re so big,” Margo said in a breathy voice as Jordan began to fuck her now, in deep strokes. “It’s. . . amazing.”

That made Jordan puff out his chest a little bit. He smiled at her. “You feel amazing, too.”

They locked eyes as Jordan began to go faster now. The table started to make a creaking sound, and Margo quickly pressed a finger to her lips, indicating they should be quiet. Was this what younger guys did, she wondered — have sex in libraries with strange, older women?

Jordan took the cue from her and began to slow down his pace. He didn’t mind it. In fact, he loved being able to look down and watch his thick cock disappear inside Margo’s pussy, the wrinkled skin down there rippling with every thrust. His shaft was glistening wet and sticky from her juices.

“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed. “I want to fill that pussy up.”

Margo’s head was dizzy hearing that. “Do it,” she said, barely audible. 

There was no risk of pregnancy with someone of this age, Jordan realized, and that realization made him even more turned on. 

“Fuck, fuck — ” he grunted, trying his best to be quiet.

Within seconds, and a few more pumps of his cock, Jordan was cumming. He twitched inside of Margo’s pussy, shooting his load deep inside her. She smiled as it happened, watching the way his face contorted into a series of tense expressions over the course of his orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, they both let out a soft, nervous laugh. 

“You’re a nice little surprise,” Margo said, feeling more confident than she had in a long time. The fact that this random younger man found her attractive enough to lay her down in the library and give her amazing sex? It was mind-blowing. 

The two of them quickly got themselves together. They fixed their clothes and ran their fingers through each other’s hair, shaking out any tangles. 

Margo leaned in to give Jordan a quick kiss. “I feel like everyone downstairs knows what we were doing up here.” She let out a girlish giggle, feeling like someone in her twenties, like she had snuck away at a house party and was about to show her face again.

Jordan gave her a handsome, smirking half-smile. “They don’t. We were surprisingly very restrained.”

They headed back down to the lower level, heading back to the shelf where they had met. They scooped their books up in their arms and gave each other a playful glance.

“Um, here,” said Margo, pulling out a pen and paper from her purse, “is my number. If you ever want to. . . read with me again.”

Jordan took the paper from her, his eyebrows raised. 

Were grandmas officially his thing?

“I’d love to,” he said. “Come on.”

And they headed for the front desk.