Summer nights [FM]

I’ve been waiting for warm summer nights. Reasons to put on light as air summer dresses and stop wearing bras. I swear this dress keeps shrinking a half inch at every wash but I’m short at 5-0 and in my head I still think that’s it’s still covering up at least part of my thighs as long as I don’t throw my hands in the air.

I’m waiting outside Mark’s high rise for him to come down, wondering if the heeled burgundy suede boots are comfortable enough to walk around downtown. It’s a clear gorgeous evening and Im craving a drink.

He comes down in a t-shirt and shorts, more underdressed than his usual, but it still looks good on him. He’s not my normal type at all, mainly because he’s 48. And even though that makes him only four years older than me, since my husband died, I’d become the official mayor of Cougartown, almost exclusively dating boys in their 20’s. But now that my oldest son is 25, it’s become a perverse age gap that I can’t continue, and Mark is only the second person I’ve ever found attractive who was around my age. He has a salt and pepper scruff and shaved head, a stalky build of a man that was once athletic but has made it no longer a priority. Looks wise, he is like any average dad of a teenager, except he’s so much more.

Mark is the culmination of all the qualities that I found attractive in younger men. He is the epitome of what all those young boys strive to become- incredibly successful and goal oriented while still maintaining a strong sense of family and personal endeavors. He holds a PhD with a punk rock past, and its sexy as hell. I’ve never met anyone who shares so many of the same interests as me. We talk openly about work, parenting, music, architecture, travel adventures, art, classic and modern literature. If he wasn’t so calm, and I wasn’t so ego inflated, I’d be intimidated. Instead, it just gets me wet.

We get into the elevator, hit PH to the top floor and as the door closes he pulls me close. The elevator is mirrored and the reflection of him groping me turns us both on. He pulls the top of my dress to the side exposing my breast and starts sucking on my nipples, and all I can think about is the elevator camera in the corner. My panties start to feel warm.

We get into his expansive apartment and it’s my favorite space. Thoughtful art pieces on the wall. A bookshelf full of well read books. A huge bay window that overlooks the city skyline. A fully stocked bar.

“How about we not go out for a drink and just get naked now? I want to taste you now.”

He takes my hand and leads me to his room. I sit at the end of his bed and he takes off my boots. Sliding his hand up my thigh, brushing lightly for a moment against my panties. Other than my boots, I’m still dressed as he takes his clothes off.

I stare at his naked body. His chest is hairy and he’s unshaved everywhere, as is the usual with most men his age. I find it incredibly masculine and am immediately more aroused.

He gets on the bed and pulls of my panties and without warning buries his face between my legs. The quickness of it almost makes me cum, and he knows that. His goal is to always get me to cum as soon and as long as possible, and it’s not a hard goal to achieve for him.

I love the way his scruffy face feels against my skin, his tongue gently circling my clit and probing between my lips. He acts like I’m a fine expensive gelato that he’s savoring in every way. I lightly run my fingers over his head pulling him closer to my pussy and he immediately shoves two fingers inside me deep and hard.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my legs start to shake uncontrollably. I realize I’ve let go of his head and am gripping his one free arm like I’m holding onto the side of a cliff. And that’s how it feels. Like I’m falling into the depths of orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” It’s almost a whisper as it leaves my lips. My breathing becomes broken gasps of moans and high pitched squeals as he pushes his fingers deeper, while his tongue becomes barely a flicker. I have no idea how long he’s eating me out but it feels like eternity and I catch myself barely breathing.

“Mmm… cum all over me.”

He comes up to kiss me and his beard smells like me as he kisses my mouth deeply. I reach my hand down to rub his cock and he’s rock hard.

I turn him on his back and put his cock in my mouth. It’s pretty normal in length but thicker than average- a combination my small frame adores. He wraps his hands in my hair and pushes my face into his crotch filling my mouth complete with his cock.

“Your mouth feels so amazing,” he starts. “I’ve been waiting to have your lips around my cock.”

He controls the movement of my head and groans in pleasure. I love how overpowering and verbal he gets. Not every man is this way in bed. I bob my head up and down as masterfully as I can with a dick in my mouth. Circling his tip with my tongue. Wrapping my lips tightly around his shaft. It doesn’t take long for him to pull me off his dick.

“Sit on me.”

I slide up his body and for the first time all evening make every move intentionally slow. I take time to remove my dress as he runs his hands across my waist, up my belly and in between my breasts. Unlike him, I am void of any body hair and his hands explore every smooth curve.

His dick is rock hard and I hold it in my hand letting it barely graze against my wet pussy. I slowly lower myself and feel his thick cock spreading my lips and filling me up.

“I love your cock,” I whimper when he’s totally inside me and begin to rock back and forth.

“Tell me how it feels,” he asks, his hands now on my breasts pinching my large hard nipples.

“You’re so fucking thick,” I say to him. I push my body into his cock and he pushes back arching, and now I’m in the air. I feel almost as though I’m riding a mechanical bull and I grip his headboard to hold steady.

Mark eventually flips me over and now he’s on top of me. He puts himself inside me and switches between fucking me hard, to putting all his weight into me like he’s breaking me in half, to a slow pace in order to have me catch my breath.

He flips me back over to all four, and shoves his cock back into me, fucking me from behind. “Oh my God!” I scream as I feel myself orgasming for the nth time. He fucks me hard and rhythmically and I hear myself telling him not to stop all over again.

“I’m going to cum,” he lets out.

He pulls out quickly and I bury his cum soaked cock into my mouth. He once again wraps my hair around his hands and holds my head on his cock as he explodes into my mouth. He lets out a huge moan as his dick pulsates, never letting my mouth off his cock, even after I’ve drained him.

We eventually fall back into his pillows to breathe. I look over at the time and hours had past. We fucked for literal hours. I feel exhausted and warm as i nestle against his body, his arm wrapped under my head. His room smells like sex.

I love how his body feels against mine. I love how small and delicate and womanly I feel next to him, and run my hands up and down his chest.

He leans in and kisses me deeply and I feel like I no longer have any bones in my body and his bed has turned into a small heavenly cloud that I’m sinking into. He turns his towards me and begins to stroke the side of my body as he begins to kiss me more aggressively. His lips are soft and his mouth is hungry, and before long he’s kissing my breasts and then my stomach and before long, his head is between my legs again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rnfn0/summer_nights_fm