(Warning: there’s no hardcore sex here… well, a little sex, but mostly just a nice story with an erotic element).
This was the woman who inspired my yoni massage ads. We made contact online and quickly agreed to a social meet to see how we liked each other. She was a 25 year old primary school teacher, VERY pretty, with long dark brunette hair and an hourglass figure with large breasts and wide hips; I knew this before meeting her as during our messaging she’d sent me two naked, full-frontal bathroom mirror selfies which didn’t hide her face… one pic with her non-phone hand on her hip, the other in her hair. Still can’t decide which is hotter. Me: 50s, good shape, Bruce Willis lookalike… approximately.
The naked pics had me suspecting this could be a wind-up, but the messaging had convinced me otherwise and that she was just an uninhibited free spirit… so on Friday afternoon two days later I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street in case a certain little lady comes by (apologies, but I really was). Then she was walking towards me… yellow, off-the-shoulder, fitted summer dress; black tights; sandals; long hair flowing and a pleasant smile. She gave me a breezy ‘hi’ and took my arm as we turned to walk the few yards to the hotel bar we’d decided on.
As we were the same height but her sandals were heeled she was a little taller than me, which would have a slightly comic result later. We climbed to the hotel bar on the first floor and spent the next hour sat side-by-side, turned towards each other, drinking Jim Beam (me), gin & tonic (Ruby) and having the most uninhibited conversation I think I’d ever had in my life – both knowing why we were there and what it might lead to.
After perhaps an hour Ruby excused herself to go to the bathroom. I had just started to wonder what was taking her so long when she reappeared, saying ‘I bet you thought I’d done a runner!’ (I hadn’t, as the conversation had obviously been going well), then ‘nice bathrooms… unisex… nice and big’… then both of us in unison: ‘for future reference’… jinx… both laughing. If I hadn’t realised things were going well before, I did now.
We chatted for another hour… Ruby so pleasant, civilized, intelligent (I found out much later she spoke four languages, too), but at the same time so sexually open. At one point I stroked her bare shoulder, saying how I loved her dress, lifting it over her shoulder then back down again… the only physical contact between us since she’d taken my arm on the street, until she announced it was time to leave. I was on a high: she was gorgeous, uninhibited, lovely personality and seemed to like me… she stood, took a couple of steps, turned and said something I didn’t hear, but I guessed I was supposed to go with her. I stood and followed her, then as we passed the bathrooms she turned and held her hand out… I took it and she led me into one of the bathroom cubicles. I locked the door behind us. It was large and clean, with a toilet, wash basin and plenty of room. We faced each other, I put my hands on her hips and looked into her eyes…
She had the most lustful look on her face that I’d ever seen on a woman, mouth slightly open and eyes communicating exactly what she wanted. We kissed, and it was immediately passionate, despite me having to raise myself up on my toes to match her height. She was a wonderful, passionate but subtle kisser and it was a couple of minutes before I reached up to pull her dress down from her upper arms, around her waist, revealing a functional but well-fitting bra holding her ample breasts very neatly. Still kissing, right hand on her midriff, I unclasped her bra with my left hand and happily dealt with the three clasps quickly and efficiently… then she was naked from the waist up and my hands were caressing her tits while we continued to kiss.
It wasn’t long before I could no longer resist lowering my mouth to a nipple. She held my head in her hands as I licked and sucked… one, then the other… bizarrely forgetting that she’d told me during our online chat that she loved her nipples being bitten and could cum from that (a story for another time). Her breathing became heavier and heavier until eventually I came back up to kiss her – returned with real hunger – and asked her what she wanted, already imagining pushing her back onto the toilet seat, pulling her tights and knickers down and licking her to orgasm, but… no… ‘I’m so sorry… I have to go… sorry…’, she said.
I took it like the mature gentleman I am, retrieved her bra from the floor and helped her dress. She left the bathroom first and within a few minutes I was leaving the hotel, seeing her stepping into a taxi across the road, but confident that we would be seeing each other again.
Coda: the next morning I received a message: ‘I thought that went quite well’…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d0m75o/mf_young_voluptuous_primary_school_teacher_meets
Don’t stop dear boy