[MF] Thanksgiving memories

When I was in my 20’s I went back to school for my MBA, mostly taking classes at night before the whole online thing caught on.

In the majority of my classes I was the oldest at 27, when most of the other students had gone straight from college to grad school. One class, an accounting class, was the exception. Mary was 42 and was working as a basic bookkeeper at her job and was gunning for a promotion. She figured that some accounting classes would help her.

She was attractive, but not a model. She was likely a smokeshow in high school and college, but age and kids had affected her. She was a little thicker, had a few wrinkles, and her style was mainly soccer-mom that worked in an office.

But, she was fun. Because classes were 6-9, she would join some of us for beers after class since her husband was in charge of putting the kids to bed.

The week of Thanksgiving meant classes were cancelled, but we were working on a project together and met at the library on Tuesday night to work on some things. After a few hours of work, we grabbed a beer.

Walking back to our cars we realized we were close and kept chatting. Standing next to her mini-van I joked about probably needing to give up my fun car for a kid hauler once I was married with kids. This joke hit close to home for her and she went on a beer-fueled rant about how sometimes it’s exhausting being a mom, how her husband doesn’t help that much, and she misses “being her”.

I pulled her close and hugged her, saying I thought she was awesome, blah, blah.

Maybe that much physical contact was missing in her life, but when she looked up, she started kissing me. It was weird at first, like I was kissing her out of pity, but I went with it. The kiss turned into a make out, and then I was turned on.

My hand went to the back of her head, my fingers in her hair, and she pressed her body to mine.

She pulled away and opened the sliding door of the mini-van, climbing in and pulling me by the hand. We sat on the back bench and started going at it again, this time with hands wandering. One of my hands went up her thighs to her pussy, feeling the cotton of her panties. I pushed them aside to find a good amount of hair, heat, and wetness. My fingers started to find their way into her. We stopped kissing as she moaned and dug her face into my shoulder.

She was rubbing my crotch over my jeans which just made it worse. I took my hand away out from between her legs and unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out and guided her hand to it.

She slowly stroked it, often stopping completely as I continued to finger her under her skirt, adding more fingers. Her breathing intesnsified and her hand went from my cock to my wrist, trying to push more of my hand into her as her hips bucked against it.

Finally she just had her head back against the seat while I pushed three fingers into her. She gripped want she could of the seat fabric and I felt her clench on me. I didn’t stop until she whispered stop to me over and over again.

I pulled my hand out and licked her off my fingers, still with my cock sticking out of my pants. I tried to get her to finish me off, but the sudden sense of remorse ended the encounter and I managed to get my cock back in my pants.

We ended up talking more about how she was constantly tired and felt ignored by her husband, and they only had sex once a month. I listened, told her she was beautiful, and something like “make it impossible for him to ignore you”. I didn’t know what else to do.

The class would finish and we connected on Facebook. It looks like things worked out for her marriage, but I always think about fingering Mary in the back of her mini-van around Thanksgiving.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9z5c8d/mf_thanksgiving_memories