A/n Just a little something for someone special, hopefully you guys enjoy it too!
He watched her undress, knowing that it was wrong but he just couldn't help himself, the moment he had seen this raw goddess of a woman, he was hooked. It all started in a bar of all places, he was between shows and decided that a drink wouldn't do any harm, so he called into the quaint little pub. He took a seat at the bar and scoured the women for his latest hook up, the girl in the bunny ears playing pool looked promising, that's when he saw her. That raw beauty that paused the breath in his throat and the pulse in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with him, she was certainly older than the women he usually went for but something held him in his spot, his icy blue orbs burning on her as she bent down to take a shot. This goddess of a woman had some wrinkles on her face and some curves on her body but that only intruiged him even more. She seemed so in control and confident, he had always found confident women sexy. Not to be confused with arrogant women, the kind that knew they were beautiful and used it to get ahead and break some hearts, this woman didn't seem like that. If anything when their eyes met, she quickly glanced away, she seemed aware that she was twice his age, she was no fool, she was well aware that he would prefer the young lady in the pink bunny ears. Bunny girl nudged her and whispered something in her ear, the older woman smiled and nudged her back, a slight shade of red crossing her full cheeks. When their eyes met again, he gave her a small smile and a wink, that never failed to turn women into jello, for some reason she glared at him and went back to her game, the offence he had caused was now being taken out on the balls. He was going to go over and apologize until a rumble of a voice pulled him away, he looked to the voice and felt himself shake ever so slightly, he was big, not fat but built with a large frame that had been turned into muscle, he was no slouch in the size department, but this was bigger than he had come across.
"Don't take it personally Randy Orton, Fay can be short when it comes to men"
He didn't deny who he was, it was wasted breath he knew, what he wanted to know was more about this Fay, he looked her over again, loving everything he saw as she tried her hardest not to look at them.
He stuck his hand out "Randy"
"Michale" It was the first time that Randy had lost his hand inside another, usually his hand was the biggest but this Michale was something else.
"This Fay? Is she taken?"
Michale laughed, his large head being tossed back at the joke, "No, she isn't taken, but she's not lookin either, she says at her age men are a thing of the past, shame really. She's a nice woman who would give the shirt off her back if you needed it"
Randy liked the idea of taking Fay's shirt off her back, he could see a peek of cleavage, and either she had a really good bra or a really good plastic surgeon because he found that her breasts stayed where they were meant too. Perked up on her chest looking so delicious, he could almost taste the nipples on his tounge.
"What do you mean her age Michale?"
He gave him a look, wondering whether or not he should say, "How old do you think she is?"
Randy took the opportunity to look her over again, "Early forties?"
Michale laughed again "She's sixty-two, had five kids and still going strong"
Randy just peered at her, he was aware that she was older than he was, it was written on her face, but he had met several women in their sixties, and several more who had spat out more kids than Fay had, and they didn't look a thing like Fay, she was a class all in her own. He knew it would be nothing more than a one night thing, he would make sure she would know it too, but he knew he would enjoy it far more than he usually did. Now all he had to do was talk to her, he was about to make his move, until Michale grabbed onto his tattooed wrist, Randy had won a lot of barfights, but Michale was like King Kong going against a moth, he would be the moth.
"I wouldn't, she may be old but she can still swing a pool cue"
"What would you know about it big man?" Randy growled prising his hand from Michale's, he knew that a glass bottle to the head would put them down everytime, no matter the size. Instead Michale let him go, going back to his beer. That's when he thought he had the answer.
"Are you her husband?"
Michale didn't know whether to laugh or be grossed out, so he laughed "I'm her son, and the weirdo in the pink hat is her daughter"
"I heard that fat-man!"
"You were meant too Barbara"
Randy slid off his stool and went over to the women playing pool, his gaze attached to Fay. His tricks weren't working, usually they would be all over him but neither woman was eager to be near him. So he decided that the young girl would be first, he wins over the daughter, then the mother will follow, after all Mothers want their children to be happy.
"Hi Barbara, I'm Randy"
"You're an idiot is what you are" She laughed at him before turning back to her mother, "Come, we must get home, I've had enough of pool, people are being fat dicks" She glared at Michale who just laughed at his sister.
That was how he found himself following them home, in the growing the dark. They had walked Michale to a taxi stand, ushering him that he would be fine and so would they. Like he said, his mother could still swing. He made sure to stay behind them so they wouldn't notice him, Barbara seemed more drunk than her Mother, her floaty voice singing loudly from the rooftops, her mother tried shushing her, but she wouldn't be deterred.
"You should've of just banged him Mumsie, show him how a real woman does it, not like the whores back home"
"Sarah you're drunk"
Sarah just laughed, talk about stating the obvious. Sarah walked her up the long drive way, deciding not to go in the gate, they shared a few words before a another taxi pulled up, Sarah kissed her mother, yelling a goodbye to a Toby and Axel, he guessed more sons. Sarah skipped down the drive singing about the stars and their brightness.
Randy easily took the latch off the gate, his heart pounding in his chest about what exactly he was going to say or do, he didn't see the dogs coming, barking loudly and threatening to bite him, thats when he realised that this was the toby and axel Sarah was talking about.
"Hi Toby, Hi Axel, how are you doing buddies?" He got down and patted them as though they knew eachother, it confused them, they didn't know this man and yet he knew them so they must of known eachother. Randy huddled up in the darkest corner of the gate when a porch light came on, Fay had taken off her shoes and was now calling for the dogs, not seeing what they were barking at. Randy eased a sigh of relief as she went back inside. Taking slow steps he slid up the porch, intending to bang on the door. That was until he saw the window, and Fay behind the glass. Her bedroom light gave him all the views he needed, he watched as she un-slipped each button from it's hole. Olive skin came across his vision, her breasts sitting nicely in her colouful bra. She unclipped it still not knowing that he was there, perving like a horny teenager. He found that he was wrong about her breasts, she didn't need a plastic surgeon or a good bra, they stayed exactly where they were, he still couldn't believe that this woman was sixty plus, her breasts should be sagging and yet gravity hadn't touched them. His eyes slid down her curvy belly, a light scar on her flesh that he wanted to run his fingers over, it was her mound that caught him. Women these days were all shaven, this one seemed to enbraced her natural beauty. Thick curls of black hair rustled slightly as she pulled on some pjs, saddened that she was covering up her beauty. Fay brushed out her long brown hair, it was another reason he didn't guess her age, women in their sixties were meant to have grays, her mane was still long and thick and a deep shade of chocolate brown. They matched her eyes, at least thats what he thought until he looked up and found her face right up against the window. They had changed from a harmless brown to the darkest of ebony. Randy just stared at her as she glared back at him, only the whispers of wind could be heard as Randy stayed glued to his spot. Fay stepped back and slowly pulled up her shirt so he could see her fabulous titties again, the little nubs getting harder as she played with them, her eyes never leaving his for a moment. Randy could barely stand it, he needed to have her and have her now. But unless she let him in, he knew he would be stuck behind the glass watching her tease him. Fay untied the string on her pj bottoms, sliding down her legs until that glorious snatch came back into his view. Randy's breath was on the glass, Fay laughed at something, her fingers pointing at something that he couldn't see. When he finally checked what she was pointing at, he let that viperous grin eke onto his face. The solution had been right in front of him the whole time. With one motion, he could make the goddess giving him a strip show a reality.
