[MF] Hooked up with an older, married woman at a house party last Saturday… (concluded)

Thanks for liking my [true story from last weekend](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5nt5u/mf_hooked_up_with_an_older_married_woman_at_a/). I promise I’ll finish it here!

Previously:

*’Mmm…’ I could hear the arousal in her voice. She was no doubt trying to control herself, and telling herself that if we only kept grinding through clothes, she could write it off in her mind as an innocent cuddle, pressed tightly together.*

*I slid my hand up from her waist, over her top and slowly up her side, until my fingers were brushing the small curve of her breast, then when she didn’t stop me, went further and cupped it, feeling her hard nipple through the cotton.*

*’Ohh,’ she gasped, and pushed hard back against me.*

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I dipped my hand lower and tried to slide it up inside her top, but she pressed her fingers over mine and held them there. She didn’t say anything but I could feel her shaking her head. I could understand that – she wanted to keep some boundaries, so she could somehow write it off in her head and feel OK about it tomorrow morning. So I murmured ‘no problem’, and went back to holding her breast through the thin cotton. I could feel a lot as I squeezed – the soft, firm warmth, her boob easily fitting in my hand, and her nipple hard between my fingers as I rubbed and stroked slowly. She kept up the steady rhythm against me, rocking her hips and pushing her ass cheeks back as I thrust gently forward, so we were pressed tightest together just at the point where my shaft was fully between them. She squeezed and I felt the whole length gripped. We were so close, her cheeks were pushed up against my lower stomach.

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‘Fuck,’ I breathed, pinching and playing with her other nipple now through her shirt.

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‘Just stay there,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t move for a moment.’

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She clenched again, our bodies pushed up tightly together, and I couldn’t help groaning. Footsteps were coming up the stairs outside, and I could see light creeping under the bedroom door – voices of drunk people moving the party into the house.

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‘Shh,’ she urged, squeezing my cock again between her cheeks. I kissed her neck again, trying to keep quiet, and moved my face closer to hers, hoping she’d turn so I could kiss her. She knew what I was aiming for and shook her head quickly again. OK… I knew I was lucky even to be getting this far with her. But – wanting more contact, I guess – she compromised by slipping her vest top off one shoulder, and tugged it down below her breast. I’d lifted my hand away when she moved, but she placed it decisively back there, skin on skin, my fingers touching her hard little nipple as we breathed fast and deep, locked in this secret embrace. I was personally hoping nobody would knock on the door or burst inside, thinking it was an empty room to crash… but the people passed by our door, and though I could hear heavy footsteps on the stairs, and voices calling from room to room, nobody disturbed us.

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Encouraged by her pulling her top down, I peeled her panties lower, just at the back, exposing her ass. She didn’t stop me so I took my cock out, too, and let it touch her. I was so hard I was aching, the head swollen and the tip sticky and wet.

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‘OK?’ I checked.

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‘Uh-huh…’ she murmured. With my cock in one hand, I guided it so it left a trail of pre-cum over her ass cheeks, while she held still, her breathing shallow…then I slid it back between them. The tip touched her tight hole and she jerked away for a moment, saying ‘no,’ so I apologized and made sure I avoided it, just easing the shaft between her cheeks, up and down like before, but now with our underwear around our thighs. The waistband of my boxers was pressing against my balls and I was constantly on the edge, slowing and stopping every time I came too close to cumming, but I was leaking sticky wetness against her, and as she began to push back again, up and down with me, my shaft slid easily, slick and thick. We could both hear the noise of it, the steady wet rhythm against our shared breathing.

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I held her waist again to get us back into the right pace – the pressure of her soft, firm cheeks against my cock almost unbearable now as she rocked her hips, pushing back just when I was pushing furthest forward. It was as though we were fucking, except that of course she could still tell herself nothing happened… nothing much, anyway. On impulse I reached around and lower, my fingertips brushing a line of short, trimmed hair before sinking into the hot wetness between her legs. I felt her hand rest on mine as if she was thinking of stopping me, but instead she just encouraged my fingers higher, where she wanted them, on her clit.

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‘Is that it? You like that?’ I whispered into her ear, on a gasp.

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‘Uh-huh,’ she whimpered quietly. ‘Right there. Right there. Oh..’

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I was still pushing against her, but our bodies had become so slippery, we were losing the friction and pressure, so I took her hand and guided it back. She let out another little moan as she touched my cock for the first time, then curled her slim fingers around it, cool and tight. The sensation was even more intense, and she began to stroke, expertly, pushing down and sliding her hand back up, then firmly down again.

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‘Annabel,’ I gasped, still kissing the back of her neck and her shoulder, as my fingers squeezed first one breast, then the other, stroking her nipples with one hand – still circling her clit with the other. ‘I’m gonna cum.’

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‘Do it,’ she whispered back. ‘Cum for me.’

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It crossed my mind to ask her to suck me, imagining her hot mouth sinking around my cock, but I knew even then it would be pushing too far.

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‘Right here?’ I checked, as her fingers worked me closer to the point of no return. ‘Can you finish too?’

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‘Not right now.’ She shook her head. ‘Cum for me.’

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She moved her hand faster, still reaching behind herself and holding my slick, hard cock tightly as I thrust against it.

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‘Fuck, you’re so good,’ I told her quietly.

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‘You feel so good,’ she gasped back. ‘Tell me you’re gonna cum.’

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‘I’m so close,’ I groaned.

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‘Cum over my ass,’ she insisted, as I struggled to control my building moans, the wet rhythm of her hand on my shaft getting faster.

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‘I’m there… Annabel… fuck, I’m cumming… fuck…’ I closed my eyes and pushed my mouth against her shoulder to stifle my noises as my whole body tensed, every muscle clenched. She felt me stiffen and slid her hand away, pushing herself back against me just as I opened my mouth in a quiet moan and shot the first spurt of cum against her ass cheeks.

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‘That’s it,’ she whispered, encouraging, rocking herself against me as wetness spread over my stomach and her back. I spurted again, my cock pulsing, my body arching… and again, gripping her breast, holding her close, feeling cum dripping between us.

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As I recovered, panting, she slipped her panties off and used them to wipe herself, then my cock. Then she balled them up and placed them in my hand.

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‘There’s a souvenir,’ she smiled. I lay on my back, trying to get my breath. ‘You’d better go back up to your own bed, before someone notices.’

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I nodded, stood up and pulled my boxers up over my still semi-hard, dripping cock. She looked up at me. ‘Sleep well. Hope you warmed up.’

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Then she rolled over in bed and pulled the covers over herself. I walked quietly up to my friend’s room, holding her panties discreetly in my fist, and fortunately didn’t bump into anyone. Dave, my buddy, staggered in around 5am, waking me up, and I got up again at 7, showered, made myself coffee and left. Nobody else was awake. Annabel’s bedroom door was still closed. As I walked outside the house, I glanced up at her window. The curtains were drawn. I thought about her, wondering if she was still asleep, then walked to my car and began the journey home.

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