The 1st 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 Pride after political party of friend of an ex was hosting and got to talking. She had only just come out in the last yr, and had an exhusband and a son in gamy school.

I could tell she was really nervous as we sat in the second yard drinking and smoking cigaret. She was telling me about how she had a new condominium where she lived with her son who was in gamy shoal and how exciting her first 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 Lady, especially since she was minuscule enough for me to throw over my shoulder.

As the party was winding down I decided to bring a chance and invited her cover to my place for a few Sir Thomas More swallow. She stuttered a few multiplication and blushed but she accepted. I only lived a few block away so we walked over, sharing another cigarette and she nervously held my hand. I opened up the strawman doorway to my edifice and led her downstairs to my basement apartment.

When we got inside I picked her up by her second joint and brought her head up to mine for a buss. She was all of five feet and weighed maybe 115. I'm not huge by any agency at 5'8"but I towered over her and it was fun to pluck her up. She opened her mouth for my tongue, tasting of cigarettes and cheap Chardonnay as I spun her around to put her butt on the kitchen tabulator. We kissed like that for a few min as she wrapped her legs around my shank, the underside of her wearing apparel bunching up between us.

She started panting heavily into my mouth and I pulled back from her, running my work force down her organic structure from her shoulders, over her chest and down to her legs, then back up under her dress. I found the crotch of her step-in with one deal and ran my finger up and down it, feeling that they were damp. I lifted her bum off the sideboard for a second and began to pull her panties down as she rolled her head back and stared at the felling through one-half open eyes. Her panties fell off her ankles revealing a little well trimmed bush of Black whisker. I filled her head back for a osculation with one hand while the early went between her legs.

I ran my fingers up and down her lips, enjoying her moans and the humping of her pelvic girdle as she tried to get one of my finger's breadth inside of her. I obliged her with number one one finger then two. Her first climax of the night touched off when I began to circle her clit with my ovolo and she squeezed her legs together so plastered I thought she was trying to crush my helping hand. She was no longer able to centre on kissing me, so I left her rim and moved my brain down between her thighs.

She managed to gasp"I have haven't showered yet,"but I was already pressing my spit into her. She was a short sweaty, but the gustation of her rousing overpowered it. When my lips found her niggling clit and I pressed my tongue against it, she became incoherent, moaning and writhing against another orgasm. From what she had told me earlier that nighttime I knew that she had never been very exploratory in bed with her ex-husband, so I decided to broaden her horizons. I took one of the finger's breadth 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 soundbox down onto my finger and it slid all the way into her ass.

We stayed like that for what must have been fifteen moment, her splayed across my kitchen replication, humping her pussy against my have and grinding against the finger in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my head away, my finger's breadth coming out with a pocket-size pop as her SOB closed behind it. She was trucking rig 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 knickers and underwear. Then I climbed up on the bed, kneeled with one knee beside each of her spike and lowered myself onto her rima oris. I was also pretty sweaty after being in the sun all day at the parade, but she seemed entranced by my bush and wet lips poking through the hair. She started licking, nervously at first 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 want of experience. I decided that I wanted to restrain playing with her as she ate me, so I quickly turned around, settling my slit back on her font, her olfactory organ between my ass cheeks. She got back to licking me as I pulled her clothes up past her waist and over her breast, revealing a small pair of breasts covered in a melanise bra. I pulled the bra up as well so all of her dress were bunched around her neck and started squeezing and playing with her bosom. She increased the pace or her whacking as I started pulling on and playing with her big sorry teat.

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

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