I am, all round, a pretty average guy – average looks, average cock. No pornstar pretensions. But a couple of experiences were anything but average, and one in particular is etched into memory. It happened a couple of years ago, in my final year of university.
I was at a gig in town and, as the band stopped and the DJs started, Mel caught my eye again. We’d met a weeks prior at a different show, and I’d thought about her on more than one lonely night since. She was much older than me, in her early forties, but oozed sex appeal. She wasn’t your standard-issue bombshell yummy mummy type. She was a normal woman with the natural appeal and easy confidence of someone comfortable purely in the company of good music and good friends, an appeal that slowly drove me to distraction as I snuck glance after glance. She was around 5’4” slim but curvy; a wonderful round ass, beautiful chest and a pretty face framed by medium length brown hair. Her smile intoxicated. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to shower her body in kisses or bend her over and make her scream. By the end of the night, I’d done both.
After a few drinks I plucked up the confidence to edge closer, finally catching her eye. I saw the flash of welcome recognition and felt my pulse quicken. She was thinking the same thing. I knew it. We danced; flirted; sharing an intimate cigarette in the corner of the garden as my hand wandered across her body. We caught a taxi back to hers.
After another drink, we were ready to end the charade and cut short the preamble. We shared a passionate kiss sprawled across her sofa, her leg lazily loped over mine, pressed against my stiffness. I felt myself aching and whispered in her ear that it was time to go to bed. Up to this point, she had been amorous but somewhat reserved. Nervous, perhaps, that things would fizzle out and she’d overplayed her hand. By the time we reached the bedroom, though, she knew how much I wanted her. How much I needed her. She let her inhibitions go and we shared the hottest night of my life.
As soon as I was on the bed, she was upon me. She tore my trousers and top off, throwing her own clothes aside between moans. She couldn’t control herself; I handed her a condom from my wallet and she eagerly unwrapped it like a favourite birthday present, sliding it over me with skilled precision and within seconds I was within her. I thrust instinctively as I watched her eyes close and her back arch in ecstasy. She pushed her body into me as we both savoured the thrill of fulfilling our fantasies; the rush that comes with the shattering of a night’s lustful tension. She began to ride me with enthusiasm, my hands exploring her body as she moaned. I asked her naughty questions and she moaned and gasped her responses; occasionally attempting in vain to keep the noise down. I love vocal girls and I love dirty talk. I was in heaven.
I could feel her beginning to shake, her hands against my chest as her eyes glazed over. Her rhythm became uneven as I clasped her ass, spreading it with my hands as she moaned in primal pleasure, her beautiful cunt drenching me. I could take it no longer. I was filled with my own animal lust – I needed her on her knees. I needed to ride her hard, to make her bed shake as I gripped her tight.
As she descended from bliss, I tossed her aside. Another moan; she had her hand between her legs, her fingers teasing her clit as her eyes begged me to use her. I felt myself throb with desire, felt my cock dripping. Smelt her sex. Listened to our heavy breaths. Grabbing her waist, I ordered her to present herself; she hoisted her ass in the air and I gave it a swift slap. Again. Again. Her ass reddened and I slid in, felt her squeezing me tight; her body begging to milk me. Gripping her ass I began to fuck her. I fucked her hard. Relentlessly. I fucked her as I pulled on her hair and called her a naughty girl. I fucked her as I slapped and squeezed ass. I fucked her as I freely explored her body, running my hand across her back and the burning heat between her legs. I fucked her until I felt like I was going to explode. I asked her where she wanted it, and she told me wherever I wanted. A good answer.the bBest answer. I wanted to paint her.
Pulling out, I flipped her on her back and moved up the bed. I looked deep in her eyes as she played with her tits, stroked my cock as I told her how this was all for her. How she’d made me explode. A nod of the head and a coy smile and I lost control. Rope after rope escaped me. I drenched her. She was coated in cum as I collapsed next to her; she pulled me close and our tongues were entwined once more.
More happened that night, but this is already too long. I’ve never posted anything like this before, but have thought about writing about this particular experience for a long time. If anybody hadn’t already guessed, I’m in the UK. If any women out there are interested in inspiring another story (or just enjoyed this one), please PM me – I’d love to chat, either here or on kik.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/50jaow/a_night_with_an_unforgettable_older_woman_mf