Mandy 40f kinky with m18

I can remember the exact moment when my desire for the older woman was first ignited within me.

18. Working a part time job in a supermarket. Sexually inexperienced.

Her name was Mandy. Probably 40. Long red hair, curvy and immaculately turned out
I nails done, hair styled and make up fixed.

I was walking down the staircase from the warehouse to the shop floor. Mandy at the bottom, alone.

She was laughing and when I asked what she was laughing at she told me to look and pointed to her shoe.

She wore a little patent black slip on shoe which she slipped off. She had a pair of tights on and her foot had pushed through the foot of the tights.

I just stood and stared. I hadn’t know it until that point but I liked it. Perhaps feet were my thing? The sight of her foot poking out from her tights. Her dark red nail polish. Toe ring It was hot and I guessed I’d said nothing and stared for too long as when I looked back to Mandy’s face she was looking at me as if to say “what are you staring at?”

I felt flushed. I was probably red. Awkward and not able to move I just stood there.

“You like that” she said. Not a question. A statement. I immediately looked back at her foot, then looked her in the eyes and darted back to her foot as she put her shoe back on. She smiled at me. The kind of smile that reminded me I was just a boy. A motherly warm smile. Then she left; walked upstairs and didn’t look back. I know that because I watched her. Glued to the spot. Heart racing.

I got back to work. But the whole time I was reliving what had just happened. I saw Mandy occasionally through out the day. It felt like she was watching me. I made eye contact and immediately felt uncomfortable and looked away. Each time feeling a clenching in my boxer shorts. An excitement I hadn’t really felt before. Or at least couldn’t remember having felt before.

And that was it. For a few weeks I’d work my shift at the weekend or after 6th form. I’d see her. I’d watch her. I thought I was discrete but thinking back it wasn’t and with each shift the work Christmas party was drawing closer.

My mates and I were planning on a full schedule of pre-drinks prior to arriving at the hotel for the planned festive drink up.

Supermarkets make for an odd mix of woman. Teenagers, frustrated married mums, ambitious graduate types and more in between. In any case the Christmas party was famed for creating controversy.

The night came. Looking dapper I arrived at the small “desperate for our custom” hotel in an uninspiring part of the country full of confidence and with my mates and a couple of drinks lubricating the social skills we made our entrance.

Sitting at the bar I front of me was four women. Mandy was one of them. She turned her head to survey the new arrivals. She looked me in the eyes and half smiled half smirked.

My confidence gone all in a look. I felt inferior and stupid. How did she do this?

She looked incredible. Her hair was down. Long and straight. Red and shiny. I thought it’d probably smell of coconut or something. Her skin was tanned. Her top was black. Cut away at the back and showed her big breasts off at the front without being slutty. She wore tight jeans with strap shoes with small heels.

Mandy wasn’t tall. She wasn’t slim. But she was womanly and looked the picture of composure. Of power. Superior.

The night went on and I ate and drank. Chatted and laughed. I’m an okay looking guy and I was receiving a little attention from a girl that was in our extended social circle. She was cute. But a girl. I wanted a woman; no, I wanted Mandy.

Anyway. I had seen Mandy keeping an eye on me and so went to where she was and started making small talk. Drunk but not plastered I made her laugh and made sure she wasn’t without a full glass of the rose wine she was knocking back.

Occasionally there was moments where we didn’t speak. At those times it felt like I was the only person in the room with her. Like it was silent. I just gazed at her, snapped out of it by her “what are you staring at face” that was becoming more and more familiar.

I knew that I had to make some progress aside from the conversation. I slowly stood closer to her and touched her arm during conversation. The disco was in full swing now. Music pumped up loud. My chance to come even closer. As I spoke I leaned in close. Mouth to her ear and she did the same in response. Her hot breath on my ear and neck sent chills down my spine. I told her as much. She made the “mum” face and made me feel silly.

I leaned in and in her ear I told her that I’d not stopped thinking about her since…I didn’t know how to describe it.

“Since you went all weird at work?” She smirked. “Yeah” I replied. Embarrassed.

“You liked it didn’t you. My ripped tights. My foot. It turned you on.” A statement again. She knew. I just stood there. Her mouth still next to my ear. I didn’t want to say anything. I hoped she would fill the silence. She did. “It turned me on. Seeing you looking at me like that.”

I was instantly fighting the inside of my boxers. My cock throbbing. She felt it push into her through my trousers. She couldn’t not. She pulled away from me. Looked at me. Up and down. And walked off.

I just stood there. My heart was racing. My cock throbbing. Mandy looked back at me. “Come on” she mouthed and I followed. Almost at a run.

The door opened into a small and cold corridor that led the the toilets and beyond that small en-suite rooms.

I stood there face to face with Mandy. She was leant backwards against the wall. The corridor was bright when compared to the disco area. I could see her clearly and she looked incredible.

She put both of her hands on my waist and squeezed me. My waist was lean and firm. I think she liked it because she bit her bottom lip seductively.

I felt so wired. So excited. Like I’d never felt before. I didn’t think I could feel anything more until her right hand left my waist and slid down to the now permanent bulge in my trousers. Looking me in the eyes Mandy rubbed me gently. It felt like I was going to explode right there right then. Mandy must’ve known. Let’s face it. Mum of two. In her forties. She knew.

I leant in and kissed her. I knew how to kiss. I was a popular lad in the local night club. This was my comfort zone. What was to come wasn’t.

Mandy tasted of wine and She smelt of perfume. Her lips were soft and as I kissed her our tongues teased and flicked into each other’s mouths.

My cock was harder than it had ever been before. It was insane. “I’ve got a room for tonight. I’m supposed to share it with Lorraine but I think she’s occupied with rob tonight”

What? What? I was going back to Mandy’s room? Oh. Fuck.

She led me to the door. Told me to wait and let her self in. A few minutes later she returned. Opens the door and pulled me in. She sat on the bed and told me to take of her shoes.

I did. I kneeled down and removes her shoes. Looking at her feet I realised how much I wanted to kiss them. With one foot on my thigh I lifted the other to my chest and made a half hearted attempt to rub it. I didn’t want to rub it but I wasn’t sure what Mandy wanted me to do.

I raised her foot again higher and started to gently kiss the sole of her foot. Mandy leant back a little on the bed and pointed her foot and said “kiss my toes”. Her feet smelt good. Not like soap. Like feet. But not smelly. Hard to explain. If you know. You know.

I obliged, kissing each one in turn before returning to the first and feeling braver took it in my mouth. The whole toe which I swirled my tongue over. Mandy wriggled a little and let out a small moan. She liked it. I fucking loved it.

I told her how hot her feet were and she laughed. “What about the other one?” I gave the other foot similar treatment so engrossed in doing so I had noticed that Mandy had unzipped her jeans and had her hand down the front of them.

When I looked up she was clearly getting carried away. The eye contact was electric. She wasn’t embarrassed. Or shy. She knew I was worship her and at that point was the sexiest woman in the world to me.

Cheekily she pulled her hand from her knickers and looked at it. Her two fingers nearest the thumb were wet. She split them and I could see her pussy juice stretch between her fingers.

I dropped her foot. Went up on my knees and took hold of her wrist. Kissing from the bottom of her wrist, across her palm and slowly up her wet fingers before taking them in my mouth.

Her wetness smelt and tasted amazing. Mandy giggles as I sucked her fingers before she stood up and wriggled out of her jeans, pulled up her top and popped off her bra.

Her body was so womanly. She bore the scars of two children well. Her waist was small. Her mum tum cute and her breast were big and sagging. Her big brown nipples were hard and I grabbed at her tits squeezing them before pulling them up so I could get her nipples to my mouth.

Since that day empty saggy tits have been my guilty fetish. Stretch marks too. The bigger the nipples the better. Mandy’s setting the bench mark.

Whilst I entertained myself Mandy unbuttoned my trousers and as they fell to the floor she pulled my cock from my boxers. Feeling her hands on my bare skin was amazing and she gently stroked me whilst I sucked, nibbled and licked her big tits.

Suddenly she stopped. Pushed me away gently and turned around. I just stared at her big round arse. Over her shoulder she looked at me and smiled as she mounted the bed on all floors, arched her back and thrust her arse in the air.

I don’t know whether she thought I was going to fuck her but as I stepped in I couldn’t resist grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks and burying my face in her pussy. It looked so hot with her small tight arse hole and her big lippy pussy beneath. Her pussy was so wet. Her juice thick and salty. As I I licked her I flicked my tongue over her clit, around her hole and around her arsehole. With my face between her cheeks I felt her arsehole twitch on my nose as each stroke of my tongue over her clit brought her closer.

The tension built and Mandy was wetter and wetter before she made a small squeal reached back and around pushing my face into her as she started to convulse coating my face in her warm sticky cum.

Pussy smells good. Mandy’s smelt amazing.

Mandy roller onto her back and told me to fuck her. I did. My cock slipped straight in. She wasn’t tight. But she was older. She was dripping. And super turned on. And I didn’t care. This was heaven.

I fucked Mandy for about fifteen minutes. Watching her big saggy tits wobble with each thrust. Her looking me in the eyes whilst making me suck on her toes was the best experience of my life.

Her feet smelt good. Mixed with the smell of her pussy which had coated my face I was in heaven and I let go of what felt like the biggest load inside her.

I collapsed on top of her and just didn’t move for what felt like ten minutes. My cock slowly shrunk before falling out of her wet and abused pussy. I lay there just looking at Mandy and her body. Studying her. She didn’t once show any sign of shyness. Of being embarrassed which made her all the sexier.

I stood up and dressed. Mandy just watched. Before I left I kissed her on the lips, squeezed her tits and kissed her tummy to her pussy. I smelt it. Long and hard wanting to remember the smell. “Take my knickers with you” said Mandy.

I ran my hand down her legs, squeezed her foot and left with her knickers in my pocket.

Happy Christmas I though. Happy bloody Christmas.

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