She had really piqued his interest in matters intimate without saying a great mickle that was too explicit to put any literal interlingual rendition to, or to highlight what he might wait from this ma'am - lady being the operative word, he mused - or exactly what his preference were.

He had always been a leg man, and one of the few affair he did know about her undiscovered body, at this level, was that she really did have exceptionally farsighted and sybaritic thighs - ham thighs a well known art critic would have described them as. Milky smooth olive skin on them, he could fondly echo as he momentarily closed his eyes at dealings lights on his way to pick her up. He recalled his finger's breadth tracing her thighs up to what was obviously an almost G string on their most recent parting. Fabulous legs, but possibly not a good deal else his pessimistic nature thought rounding the final corner to her southern suburban house.

As he rang the bell he wondered what turn of issue tonight might bring. His thoughts were interrupted by her appearance and wide enthusiastic smiling of greeting.

Little did he realise that she had been thinking similar thoughts to him. She liked well hung men and had tried to envisage what his equipment might be like. She had even gone to the fuss of speculating about it on the telephone to one her intimate girl. Despite that her pessimistic nature had prepared her for a dashing hopes as had happened so often in the past tense.

A few hours later, back at his inner city apartment after a very pleasant summer dark meal of seafood, in a well known open air restaurant, washed down with two bottleful of white wine, his thinking were of little else but having her. The ache in his jetty was almost painful.

She smiled at him, sitting alongside him on the couch, sipping a port, seeming to say his thoughts. ‘ How bad do you want to fuck me ?'

He smiled back with as much sang-froid as he could muster up. ‘ Making love strait better, I think ? Eh ?'

‘ You haven't answered me. We can do both if you like though. But offset, I want to know how badly you want me. Its significant to me. I like to be wanted.'

‘ Like you wouldn't believe. finger this ’, he said, boldly taking her disembarrass hand and placing it on his one-half erection.

‘ I hoped you would be bigger than that. You disappoint me.'

Not in the least jeopardise by her retort he responded by starting to strip her. He quickly discovered, with her wide-cut cooperation he mused, that all she had worn under her summer skirt and blouse was a generous dash of exotic perfume and an even smaller disastrous G drawing string than he imagined even existed.

‘ Now you,'she said backing away and turning so that he could could relish for the first fourth dimension the cheek of her generous and incredible ( and as he later learnt 43") ass. As he stripped down to his suntan and Jockey shorts which he had worn especially for this present moment, hoping it would happen tonight, he could not require his eyes off her brilliant rump. Her G string deliberately left her boldness totally exposed to his gaze, as the string of it disappeared between her cheeks, and the high cad she wore highlighted the gist of her luxuriant second joint and arse even more.

She was very proud of her well acquire arse and without flaunting it over obviously, was very aware of the event it could have on men.

He had never seen an arse as round and perfectly formed, with not a tincture of pregnant chad or sagging. ‘ How did she do it ? ’, he wondered.

‘ Your cock seems liberal now than before,'she teased with a smile. ‘ Show it to me.'

Always the exhibitionist and proud of his equipment he rolled his briefs over his erection and dropped them to the floor, his optic not leaving hers as she lustfully watched his erection big H against his stomach.

‘ Stand facing the paries with your blazon and legs spread, and put your hands on the wall,'he told her in a firm voice.

Ever curious and tidal bore for new experiences she complied a little more readily than she would have liked to. ‘ Who's in complaint here ’, she wondered to herself.

Hands braced against the wall she watched over her shoulder as he knelt behind her and placed his manus on her hips and then started kissing and licking the cheeks of her tail, beautifully and geometrically dived by the lilliputian black G drawing string she still wore.

‘ Hold this ’, he said, taking her right bridge player from the paries and placing it on his very firmly cock.

At the like sentence he rolled her tiny G string over her magnificent and well endowed bottom, kissing it continually.

‘ Feel any different ’, he said with a smiling she could not see and take account, knowing full well that his erection had grown at least two size with his favourite turn on of arse kissing. Especially this one. Magnificent, dimpled chad barren twin orbs, which he was covering with his tongue, his cock responding with each lick. This has to be the best formed and sweet-smelling behind on earth he thought, totally immersed in his pleasure, his mole aching for spillage.

"gladiola you like my arse ’, she purred. ‘ I hoped you would. I have been saving it for you. I want you to fuck me in this placement from behind. Fuck me now. Like that,'she said as he stood behind her and and placed the pass of his erection against her clitoris.

‘ Fuck me right now. Like that. Give it to me. Right now. I want you pumping in me,'she ordered sliding his greatest ever hard-on into herself as he grasped her generous cheeks from behind and started an urgent rhythm.

He was so turned on and surprised by by this fabulous woman he was fucking in one of his best-loved positions, ( and he learnt later, hers also ), that he forgot the oil he had prepared - just in case.

Noticing the oil in its hiding place, out of the niche of his eye, he slid his erecting out of her and turned her around, and led her to the bed, neither saying a Holy Scripture as they covered the short distance.

As he lay her on the bed on her slope, her back to him so he could buss, fondle and lap up her fabulous arse some more, heightening his desire at the same sentence, he felt sure enough his hard-on was even bigger than before.

As he opened the oil he said to her, slowly, ‘ I want to anoint your beautiful, gorgeous stern before I fuck it like it has never been fucked before. trust me ?'

Without looking at him, she was enjoying having his work force smear her arse with oil, she said,"Yes, I believe you. And I want you to."

As she lifted her arse to facilitate his hands and the oil she used her hand to feel his erection and anticipate slapping into her from bum and pounding into the advanced boldness of her arse.

Sufficiently oiled he slid the full distance of his erection into her as slowly as he could conduct. Then he slowly, slowly built up to the most memorable sexual climax ever. His hands holding the good, oily pair orbs of her gorgeous arse as he worked away, trying to heighten the pleasure for both of them. Kneading and manipulating the full ripe cheek of her arse. Slamming into her arse with a fantastic, slapping, noise that turned them both on to co-occurrent orgasm .