Gilf Adventures: Soccer Gilf
She came over after her grandson’s soccer game for some overtime fun.
I settled down to binge-watch one of my television shows, but the doorbell rang just as the intro ended.
“Who could it be?” I thought as I picked up my phone and looked at the screen.
The notification instantly showed me the outside of my apartment. I was glad that this apartment complex provided security cameras, as the last place didn’t, and many people got robbed by people pushing their way inside.
“Teresa,” I said, a bit shocked.
When she left me a few hours ago, she said she was going to her grandson’s soccer game.
“Hi,” I said as Teresa walked inside.
“Leslie wasn’t joking about your apartment,” Teresa said. Stepping inside and looking around my tiny apartment.
“No, but it’s much better than the last one,” I said as I closed the door.
Teresa was wearing jeans and a tight shirt with what I guessed was her grandson’s football team sprawled across the back.
“I will take your word for it,” Teresa smiled at me.
“So, what brings you to my small lily pad?” I asked.
“Oh, I am sure you know,” Teresa said.
Teresa was a little shorter than Leslie, which made her shorter than me by more than a few inches. She stood close to me and smiled.
“Should I refresh your memory?” she asked as she stared up at me.
“Sure, I would like….” I started to say before Teresa grabbed my crotch. “Oh,” I said as her hand massaged my cock through my black sweatpants.
“Yes, that,” Teresa said as she pulled me by my cock to the couch.
I sat down as Teresa knelt before me.
“Leslie raved about this,” Teresa said as she pulled on my pants. “I hope she didn’t exaggerate,” Teresa said as she looked at me.