The first time I was with an older womanhood was a few old age ago. I was 22 and she was in her mid forties. We were at a Pride after party of friend 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 gamy school.

I could tell she was really flighty as we sat in the backwards grand drinking and smoking cigarettes. She was telling me about how she had a new condo where she lived with her son who was in high school and how exciting her first base pride 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 cute for a middle aged ma'am, especially since she was diminished enough for me to hold over my shoulder.

As the company was winding down I decided to take aim a probability and invited her back to my place for a few more drinks. She stuttered a few times and blushed but she accepted. I only lived a few pulley away so we walked over, sharing another cigarette and she nervously held my hand. I opened up the movement door to my building and led her downstairs to my cellar 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 human foot and weighed maybe 115. I'm not huge by any means at 5'8"but I towered over her and it was fun to pick her up. She opened her mouth for my knife, relishing of cigarette and tatty Pinot Chardonnay as I spun her around to put her coffin nail on the kitchen counter. We kissed like that for a few minutes as she wrapped her leg around my waist, the bottom of her wearing apparel 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 tit and down to her legs, then back up under her dress. I found the genitals of her scanty 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 s and began to get out her panties down as she rolled her mind back and stared at the felling through half capable optic. Her panties fell off her ankle revealing a lowly well trimmed bush of black hairs. I filled her principal back for a osculation with one hand while the former went between her legs.

I ran my fingers up and down her lips, enjoying her groan and the humping of her hips as she tried to get one of my finger inside of her. I obliged her with number one one finger's breadth then two. Her kickoff sexual climax of the night touched off when I began to circle her button with my ovolo and she squeezed her legs together so besotted I thought she was trying to squelch my hand. She was no longer able to concentrate on kissing me, so I left her lips and moved my head down between her thighs.

She managed to pant"I have haven't showered yet,"but I was already pressing my knife into her. She was a little sweaty, but the tasting of her stimulation overpowered it. When my sassing found her short clit and I pressed my lingua 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 broaden her purview. I took one of the fingers that had been inside her and was still glib and I pressed it against her asshole. I felt her tense up for a second base, but then she pushed her dead body down onto my fingerbreadth and it slid all the way into her ass.

We stayed like that for what must accept been 15 arcminute, her splayed across my kitchen counter, humping her pussy against my have and grinding against the finger's breadth in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my head away, my finger coming out with a small pop as her prick closed behind it. She was semi 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 bedroom. I lay her down on my bed and quickly took off my thrill pant and underwear. Then I climbed up on the bed, kneeled with one knee beside each of her ears and lowered myself onto her back talk. I was also pretty sweaty after being in the sun all day at the parade, but she seemed entranced by my bush and wet brim poking through the haircloth. She started licking, nervously at first but she quickly got into it, alternating between pushing her clapper into me and circling my clit. She obviously hadn't done it many times before, but enthusiasm made up for a want of experience. I decided that I wanted to keep playing with her as she ate me, so I quickly turned around, settling my snatch back on her face, her nose between my ass cheeks. She got back to licking me as I pulled her wearing apparel up past her waist and over her chest, revealing a small distich of breasts covered in a mordant bra. I pulled the bra up as well so all of her clothes were bunched around her neck opening and started squeezing and playing with her tit. She increased the tempo or her licking as I started pulling on and playing with her orotund drear mamilla.

Eventually her clumsy but enthusiastic licking set me over the border. 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 breather, sweating and with a immense smile on her cheek. We cuddled up and almost immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up in the break of the day she was gone, but she had forgotten her panties and they were still in a galvanic pile on my kitchen trading floor .