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I (36) met Cori (now 38) when we were in high college. She ran with my older brother’s friend group but she and I connect through the choir.

She was short and feisty. Back then her tits were nothing more than mosquito bites but after a few kids she has a nice handful.

She was and is a little stunner. We had tons of fun!

We fucked often and everywhere, but one of her favorite past-times was to slide her pussy up and down my cock shaft. I would sit on a couch and she would get on top and ride my shaft like a sliding door on its track.

She graduated and moved away. That was that….

…until two weeks ago.

The father of a mutual friend died. I drove back to my hometown for the viewing and the funeral.

I walked into the funeral home for the viewing and there she was. I joined her and a small circle of people as we chatted with our friend. After the circle broke she and I sat and talked for a few.

We picked up like we never stopped. She went through an amicable split with her ex-husband and had not been dating much.

We chatted intermittently throughout the evening until the viewing ended.

“Are you coming to the funeral tomorrow,” she asked.

“I am,” I said. “I’m staying at my brothers.”

“I’ll see you then,” she said with a smile.

A simple hug and we parted methods.

The next morning I come back to the funeral home for the funeral. I sat down near the back. A few minutes before the service I heard Cori’s voice.

“Can I sit by you?”

I whipped my head around to discover her in a simple black dress. “Of course,” I relied, and she sat down beside me.

About halfway through the service she grabbed my hand. Not a word was said, not a look given, just an understanding.

The service ended and we greeted our friend’s family on the way out.

“Are you going to the cemetery,” she asked.

It was about a twenty minute drive there and back with a service at the park. I honestly had not planned on going. My plan was to take the hour and hang at my brothers house. Later on I would meet back up with my friend at a dinner.

I figured at least an hour before anyone got to the hall where the dinner would be held.

***this seems like a good time to add a disclaimer. “Speedoabe, have you no shame?” My answer is a resounding “no!” If there’s an opportunity to fuck, I’m gonna take it.***

I told her I was not gonna the cemetery.

“Do you remember where I lived.”

“Yes,” I said. I could never forget.

“If you want to hang, meet me there.”

We both went to our cars and headed straight for her home. Her parents were gone and she was staying at the house while in town for the funeral.

No sooner did we get in her front door when she turned around and grabbed me for a big kiss. I picked her up as we continued and walked her over to the couch.

We made for a bit before she hopped up. She slid that little black dress up and off revealing her matching black lacy panties and bra.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants. She helped me undress until I stood there in front of her absolutely naked and hard as a rock.

We kissed as I unsnapped her bra. She pressed those handfuls against my chest and slid her panties down, kicking them off her feet.

I sat her on the couch and kneeled between her legs. I sucked her little clit like a mini blowjob. She moaned and curled her toes as I tongued her wet pussy. She was delicious.
We switched spots. She offered to blow me but I wanted to be in her.

I sat down and grabbed my pants. I pulled a condom from my pocket and wrapped my cock.

She climbed on and stuck my cock in her pussy. She started to bounce and ride, I didn’t know if I could contain myself.

I went back and forth kissing her lips and sucking her tits. I stood up with her still on and turned back toward the couch. She dismounted and bent forward. I stuck my cock back in from behind and grabbed her hips.

We were so loud the neighbors probably could hear.

We were so intertwined I’m not sure how we stayed standing. But we fucked until both of us came.

We hopped in her shower to wash up before getting dressed and heading to the funeral dinner.

Am I proud? Maybe, maybe not. But we made the best of a sad situation.

She gave me her info as well as a list of weekends she is on her own. To be continued!

NSFW: yes

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