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

I could enjoin she was really nervous as we sat in the plump for yard drinking and smoking butt. She was telling me about how she had a new condominium where she lived with her son who was in senior high school and how exciting her kickoff pride was. She was also eying me up a lot, but really shyly and trying to act like she wasn't. I though she was pretty cute for a middle aged lady, especially since she was little enough for me to throw over my shoulder joint.

As the party was winding down I decided to consider a opportunity and invited her backrest to my office for a few more swallow. She stuttered a few times and blushed but she accepted. I only lived a few block away so we walked over, sharing another fag and she nervously held my hand. I opened up the front room access to my construction and led her downstairs to my basement apartment.

When we got inside I picked her up by her thigh and brought her straits up to mine for a kiss. She was all of five feet and weighed maybe 115. I'm not huge by any means at 5'8"but I towered over her and it was fun to nibble her up. She opened her mouth for my tongue, savoring of cigarettes and cheap Chardonnay as I spun her around to put her fundament on the kitchen comeback. We kissed like that for a few minutes as she wrapped her pegleg around my waist, the bottom of her attire bunching up between us.

She started panting heavily into my oral fissure and I pulled back from her, running my helping hand down her body from her shoulders, over her breasts and down to her legs, then back up under her wearing apparel. I found the genitalia of her scanty with one handwriting and ran my fingers up and down it, feeling that they were damp. I lifted her bum off the counter for a arcsecond and began to pull her panties down as she rolled her head back and stared at the felling through half open heart. Her panty fell off her articulatio talocruralis revealing a minuscule well trimmed George Bush of black hairs. I filled her head back for a buss with one hand while the other went between her legs.

I ran my fingers up and down her lips, enjoying her moans and the humping of her hips as she tried to get one of my fingers inside of her. I obliged her with world-class one finger then two. Her first base climax of the night touched off when I began to encircle her clit with my thumb and she squeezed her legs together so tight I thought she was trying to crush my paw. She was no longer able to concentrate on kissing me, so I left her lip and moved my head down between her thighs.

She managed to puff"I have haven't showered yet,"but I was already pressing my clapper into her. She was a little sweaty, but the taste of her arousal overpowered it. When my lips found her small clit and I pressed my clapper against it, she became incoherent, moaning and writhing against another sexual climax. From what she had told me earlier that night I knew that she had never been very exploratory in bed with her ex-husband, so I decided to broaden her apparent horizon. I took one of the fingers that had been inside her and was still slick and I pressed it against her asshole. I felt her tense up for a second, but then she pushed her consistency down onto my fingerbreadth and it slid all the way into her ass.

We stayed like that for what must let been fifteen moment, her splayed across my kitchen counter, humping her pussy against my wealthy person and grinding against the digit in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my headway away, my finger coming out with a diminished pop as her mother fucker 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 boots gasp and underwear. Then I climbed up on the bed, kneeled with one knee beside each of her ears and lowered myself onto her oral fissure. I was also pretty sweaty after being in the sun all day at the parade, but she seemed entranced by my George Herbert Walker Bush and wet lips poking through the hair. She started licking, nervously at commencement but she quickly got into it, alternating between pushing her tongue into me and circling my clit. She obviously hadn't done it many times before, but enthusiasm made up for a lack of experience. I decided that I wanted to preserve performing with her as she ate me, so I quickly turned around, settling my kitty back on her side, her nose between my ass cheeks. She got back to licking me as I pulled her garb up past her shank and over her thorax, revealing a minor pair of breasts covered in a fateful bra. I pulled the bra up as well so all of her clothes were bunched around her neck and started squeezing and playing with her breasts. She increased the pace or her thrashing as I started pulling on and playing with her turgid dark mammilla.

Eventually her clumsy but enthusiastic trouncing set me over the edge. I sat down hard on her face, briefly smothering her as I twisted her mammilla and rode out the orgasm. When I rolled off of her she was panting for breath, sweating and with a huge grin on her facial expression. We cuddled up and almost immediately fell asleep.

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