Lots of the stories on here have a distinctly ‘porny’ tone to them, so I’ve decided to share a fun and normal story from my dating history. It’s about a woman 9 years older than me who I dated for a few months when I was 24 and she was 33. We’re still friends and we occasionally still sleep together when the moment’s right. This is the story of how we first got together.
I first me Claire through an orchestra we both play in. I’m an amateur violinist and she plays the flute professionally. Claire is in very good shape physically as she’s very sport – she does a lot of cycling, some women’s rugby and some football as well. She’s fairly tall and has a strong, toned figure. She has straight brown hair and likes to wear women’s shirts and blazers rather than dresses. We’d often get changed into our musician’s all-black next to each other and she had no problem chatting to me while getting dressed, even when she was stripped down to her bra and knickers and me in my boxers. I tried not to stare at her small but perky breasts, but allowed myself a quick glimpse of her bum as she turned away from me.
Claire is very organised and mature in how she behaves, and I was struck by her air of buttoned-up responsibility. But though I’m almost a decade younger than her and at a different phase of life – in my first job, renting my flat, etc – we got on very well and always made an effort to speak to each other during rehearsals. We also chatted a bit on FaceBook in between rehearsals and I felt the spark of mutual attraction.
After the concert we were preparing for I didn’t get a chance to speak to her, which frustrated me as I knew I wouldn’t see her again for months. To my surprise, she sent me a FaceBook message. ‘I may have misjudged this completely’, she said, ‘but would you like to go for a drink some time?’ I was delighted and said yes, surprised that an older woman was asking me out.
When we met up to go to a pub, we hugged and she surprised me again by giving me a peck on the lips. It was short enough that it almost didn’t seem that much, but I felt a twinge of sexual tension stirring. We had several drinks together, never running out of things to talk about, and I could feel the conversation taking on a slightly flirty tone. Claire was still quite buttoned-up in what she said but I could sense the desire underlying some of her words.
As we left the pub, I gently put my hand on the small of her back and she turned to face me. I leaned in to kiss and her lips met mine for a few seconds. I drew back and she grinned at me. ‘I thought you were going to kiss me after the concert!’, she teased. ‘Let me make up for it now!’, I joked and kissed her again. This time she opened her mouth slightly and I could feel her hot breath mingling with mine. I explored her lips with the tip of my tongue and she met my tongue with hers, darting her tongue softly into my mouth.
We kissed for a few minutes before holding hands and wandering together through the city, stopping frequently to kiss again. Our kissing was getting longer and wetter, and when she leant closer and felt the bulge through my trousers she made a soft appreciative noise and looked into my eyes. Smiling, she said ‘I could invite you back, you know.’
Minutes later, we stepped through the front door of her house. ‘Would you like a tea, or…’ she said. Like an idiot, I replied ‘Er sure, if you’re having one…?’
‘Well we could go upstairs.’
We laughed and run upstairs to her bedroom. As we kissed, I took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt while her hands fumbled with my belt buckle. She was wearing a white bra which unclasped and let fall to the ground, revealing her creamy-white breasts and small pink nipples. As I kissed them I felt one hand slide under my boxers and wrap around my hard penis, and with her other she unbuttoned my shirt. Claire kissed my neck and then my chest, and with growing anticipation I felt her dropping lower and lower until I felt a warm wetness as she took my dick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip and I stroked her hair as she started bobbing her head rhythmically over my cock. I gently squeezed her nipples in my fingers and she stopped to kiss me, before going down on me again.
‘You’re going to make me cum, Claire…’ I whispered as a warning. Claire gently cupped my balls in one hand and continued to suck my cock. I felt the familiar tension rising at the base of my penis and suddenly shot out a jet of cum, then another, then another. Claire made a soft noise and stopped bobbing her head as I emptied the last of my load into her mouth. I felt her tongue on my tip and then a slight gulping sensation. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and smiled at me. A drop of cum dripped down my tip and she licked it off.
‘Mm, that was a lot! Have you been saving up?’ she joked. ‘Now it’s your turn!’
Claire got up and lay on the bed, and I slid down her knickers to reveal a beautifully trimmed landing strip and pink, understated vulva that glistened slightly with moisture. She lay back and spread her legs confidently, a gesture that I found very sexy. She tasted amazing – fresh, feminine, and musky. I licked up and down her thighs to tease her before lapping gently around her labia and diving my tongue softly towards her clit. She moaned and played with her breasts as I licked her out, and after a few minutes her legs clenched and she came hard with a loud gasp.
‘The neighbours will be able to hear!’, I whispered, suddenly shy, but she laughed and told me she didn’t mind what they heard. We chatted for a several minutes and cuddled before my erection returned and I found myself on top of her. ‘Should I use any lube…?’, I asked.
Again, she laughed. ‘No I don’t think so… I *definitely* want this.’ I knew what she meant. I could feel how soaking she was as my tip grazed her pussy lips. Gently, looking into her eyes, I slid my tip into her. Claire bit her lip. I slid out gently and then thrust in again, this time slowly sinking my cock deep inside her. She started moving her hips below me and we got into a gentle rhythm, building up the pace until I was fucking her hard against the bedpost. After a few minutes we stopped and Claire went down on me again for a few seconds, licking her wetness off my cock before getting on her knees and letting my fuck her from behind. Next she got on top of me and rode me for a while, touching her clit as I squeezed her bum. Claire came again and this tipped me over the edge.
‘Can I cum in you, Claire?’
‘I want you to!’
I groaned and shot another load deep inside her. Claire continued grinding for a minute or so before getting up, lying down, and wrapping her arms around me. We kissed again and chatted for a while, before getting up to make dinner together. The next morning we had sex again before getting out of bed, showered together, and went off to work.
We’re great friends now and still sleep together occasionally when we’re both in town (she now works in another part of the country). All in all, it was a fun and satisfying experience for both of us!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a8lmnw/fucking_an_older_friend_m24_and_f33
Equal parts sweet and hot story ❤️
Bravo, this account was wonderfully written. To me, Claire combines a cool elegance with an intensely erotic nature. Bravo, again.
nice, nice story. thanks.
Nicely done young man! And nicely written too..
Older women are undervalued… sigh… I like her.
terrific!
Well done! I miss the initial chase and feeling of uncertainty, and kudos to her for asking if she read the signs right. She sounds like a fantastic fwb and I loved that she wanted your cum!