This takes place when I was 23. I was living in France, as part of a masters program and had just ended it with a girl I had been seeing. Although I was feeling sad, in a way I was relieved it was over. It had not been the healthiest of relationships. When she went back to the US I decided it was best for us to take a break. That night, I met up with some friends to watch a football game and blow off some steam at our local pub where we all drank. That where I met Carla (name changed for her privacy).
Carla was sitting at the bar with her friend when we arrived, and we exchanged a quick glance and a smile. She was very attractive slim body, dark hair, and from what I could tell at least B cup breasts. I later learned she was in her late 30’s. She caught my eye mainly because the bar was usually frequented by regulars and she was fairly attractive. This night I decided to let the night take its course. I had always had an older woman thing, and Carla got my attention more and more throughout the night. We continuously exchanged glances during the game, and her little smile drove me wild.
At one point my friends and I got rowdy due to the game and alcohol consumption, and Carla and her friend asked us to keep it down. They later apologized to us when we went outside for a cigarette and noted they were trying to catch up. That’s when Carla introduced herself and we began to talk. We first discussed the game and me being from the US. We talked about life in France and our respective careers. She had never watched an NFL game, so it was a perfect opportunity for me to take the lead and explain the game. I was worried i would dominate the conversation, but she told she liked how I spoke so that helped put me at ease a little.
My friends were talking to her friend and other girls in the bar so it was just me and her with no distractions. She told me about her art gallery and her life. Later in the conversation she mentioned she wanted to show me her art gallery one day. I said I would love to, and expressed my interest in getting to know her art and style. As the bar closed up, she asked if I wanted to see her gallery that night. I said I would love to, and she paid our tab. She the went over to her friend, said goodbye, and I saw her friend give her a wink. We then proceeded to her gallery.
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We hadn’t even made it to her gallery when she pushed me up against a wall and started making out. I remember how cold it was that night and how quickly we both got warm from making out. She wore this long red skirt, and began to hike it up for me grab her ass. At this point, we heard some people walking down from an alley. Although we didn’t care about getting caught, we both laughed and continued to her art gallery. We got to her gallery, and went downstairs which turned out to be her apartment. It wasn’t long until we were naked in her room and on her bed.
I went down on her immediately. I mostly did this so I didn’t want to cum right away and mess it up. I hadn’t had sex in a while, so I was worried my drought may ruin it. She guided my head to the right spot, and at one point pushed it down into her wetness.
She soon reached for a condom and slowly put on my cock (which at this point was so hard it hurt). She laid in her back and she guided my dick into her wet vagina. She was a little tight and after some delicate thrusts I began to slid in due to how wet she was.
She got on top of me after a few minutes and rode me doing all the work. That memory is engrained in my brain and seeing her ride me was one one of the best experiences in my sex life. As I could feel that I was going to cum, I flipped her over into missionary and pounder her until I filled the condom with my cum. I had always been a decent cummer but that night I felt like I filled it up to the point some leaked out.
We collapsed onto the bed and disposed of the condom. After 10 minutes of catching our breath, we got up, cleaned up, and had a little wine. We chatted a little more (however stayed naked) and I realized I was getting rock hard again. Carla looked at me amazed and said “I’m up for another round but that was my last condom.” I knew i didn’t have any and she soon said “if you’re clean, I am too.” We we’re back at it almost as soon as she said those words.
I lasted longer this time. The only difference from last time is that I did her from behind. As I was about to cum again, she asked me to cum anywhere but inside her. I obliged and shot about 6 decent ropes on her back. We are too exhausted to go another round and we fell asleep a few minutes after our second round.
I left early, as I had to get ready for school, and left her my number. We tried to see each other again however we never found a good time. We eventually stopped texting and lost touch. I recently looked her up and found out she was doing well. I thought about reaching out to her but decided she probably won’t remember me. I always wonder what would have happened if we had continued our sexual escapades.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c12okv/mf_the_french_art_gallery_owner