The window wound down slowly and he could reach within. Her partner, a man in his fifties, indicated (though at this point, having allowed him to watch her going down on her partner, it wasn’t really necessary) that he was free to reach inside.
He did so – a little urgently perhaps, reaching directly for her exposed tits, the top of her strapless dress having been pulled down to reveal her slightly saggy but still magnificently large and full breasts. The skin was beautiful; so different to the young girls his own age (nineteen). The feel of it, slightly creped and less elastic, more firm and unyielding than his girlfriends had been, despite this woman being, as he estimated, in her forties.
His already straining dick surged again with a powerful erection. She relaxed back into the seat of her car, her hands reaching out and guiding his more considerately now to her breasts and her tummy under that dress.
She was rounded, middle aged, a pretty faced blonde who had lost the sinuosity of girlhood but gained the physical maturity of womanliness. The exchange had been more than fair; her belly wasn’t flat but nor was it flabby, she had become a curvy sensual woman with the power of experience and confidence.
One hand of hers kept hold of his wrist whilst the other she returned to the cock of her husband, in the driver’s seat next to her and having just been sucked to the very edge of orgasm and then denied. She wanked him slowly, the spittle and precum lubricating the act in the way KY and all the synthetic substitutes created by science fail to.
He watched on in awe, her lazy strokes keeping her husband solid as a rock, his erection thick and long, allowing her to sweep her full hand up and down its length and revealing inches – God knows how many inches – of exposed cock.
He leant inside the window and kissed her proud nipple, not erect but not unaroused – it was in a curious state between the two where the surrounding pinkness had compressed into a tight brownness and the nipple itself was a little flaccid.
Unlike his cock.
He took it and the aureole in his mouth and sucked hard at it, before she pulled away.
“Gently!” she cautioned him before motioning him to return.
He bowed forward again and this time licked the nipple with his tongue, trying to be soft with it, coating it with spit, and he was rewarded by it stiffening nicely. He took it in his mouth and more reticently sucked, feeling the large and coarse organ roll around his tongue as he flicked it, enjoying the hugeness of the breast it sat atop against his face.
He tried to keep his eyes open and watch her still slowly, luxuriously, toying her husband’s protuberance…
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