The first time I was with an quondam cleaning woman was a few years ago. I was 22 and she was in her mid forties. We were at a superbia after party of Quaker of an ex was hosting and got to talking. She had only just come out in the last year, and had an exhusband and a son in high school.

I could tell she was really nervous as we sat in the back yard drinking and smoking cigarettes. She was telling me about how she had a new condominium where she lived with her son who was in gamy school and how exciting her first superbia was. She was also eying me up a lot, but really bashfully and trying to act like she wasn't. I though she was pretty cunning for a middle aged lady, especially since she was diminished enough for me to throw over my shoulder.

As the party was winding down I decided to carry a luck and invited her book binding to my place for a few more drinks. She stuttered a few times and blushed but she accepted. I only lived a few blocks away so we walked over, sharing another cigarette and she nervously held my hand. I opened up the front end doorway to my construction and led her downstairs to my basement flat.

When we got inside I picked her up by her second joint and brought her straits up to mine for a kiss. She was all of five substructure and weighed maybe 115. I'm not huge by any way at 5'8"but I towered over her and it was fun to pick her up. She opened her mouth for my tongue, tasting of cigarettes and cheap chardonnay grape as I spun her around to put her butt on the kitchen buffet. We kissed like that for a few transactions as she wrapped her legs around my waist, the bottom of her garb bunching up between us.

She started panting heavily into my mouth and I pulled back from her, running my hands down her body from her shoulders, over her knocker and down to her legs, then back up under her garb. I found the fork of her panties with one hand and ran my fingers up and down it, feeling that they were damp. I lifted her bum off the counter for a second and began to pull in her step-in down as she rolled her head back and stared at the felling through one-half loose eyes. Her scanty fell off her ankles revealing a pocket-size well trimmed bush of black hair. I filled her head back for a kiss with one hand while the other went between her pegleg.

I ran my fingerbreadth up and down her lips, enjoying her moans and the humping of her pelvis as she tried to get one of my fingerbreadth inside of her. I obliged her with outset one finger's breadth then two. Her first orgasm of the night touched off when I began to encircle her button with my thumb and she squeezed her legs together so tight I thought she was trying to break down my hand. She was no longer able to rivet on kissing me, so I left her lips and moved my read/write head down between her thighs.

She managed to puff"I have haven't showered yet,"but I was already pressing my glossa into her. She was a little sweaty, but the taste of her arousal overpowered it. When my rim found her slight button and I pressed my glossa against it, she became incoherent, moaning and writhing against another orgasm. From what she had told me earlier that night I knew that she had never been very explorative in bed with her ex-husband, so I decided to widen her apparent horizon. I took one of the finger that had been inside her and was still slick and I pressed it against her arse. I felt her tense up for a second, but then she pushed her trunk down onto my finger and it slid all the way into her ass.

We stayed like that for what must have been xv mo, her splayed across my kitchen return, humping her kitty against my have and grinding against the finger's breadth in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my head word away, my finger's breadth coming out with a small pop as her prick closed behind it. She was semifinal coherent, but she begged me to let her eat me.

I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, caressing and grabbing her ass as I carried her into my sleeping accommodation. I lay her down on my bed and quickly took off my iron boot pants and underwear. Then I climbed up on the bed, kneeled with one knee beside each of her capitulum and lowered myself onto her mouth. I was also pretty sweaty after being in the sun all day at the parade, but she seemed entranced by my George Walker Bush and wet sassing poking through the hair. She started licking, nervously at foremost but she quickly got into it, alternating between pushing her tongue into me and circling my clitoris. She obviously hadn't done it many times before, but enthusiasm made up for a deficiency of experience. I decided that I wanted to observe acting with her as she ate me, so I quickly turned around, settling my pussy back on her facial expression, her nozzle between my ass impudence. She got back to licking me as I pulled her wearing apparel up past her waist and over her chest, revealing a belittled duad of breasts covered in a disastrous bra. I pulled the bra up as well so all of her apparel were bunched around her cervix and started squeezing and playing with her tit. She increased the gait or her defeat as I started pulling on and playing with her boastfully obscure nipples.

Eventually her clumsy but enthusiastic licking set me over the boundary. I sat down hard on her face, briefly smothering her as I twisted her nipples and rode out the orgasm. When I rolled off of her she was panting for intimation, sweating and with a huge grinning on her face. We cuddled up and almost immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning she was gone, but she had forgotten her scanty and they were still in a cumulation on my kitchen floor .