[MF] That One Time I Gave My ? To The Married Latina MILF Who Worked At The Farmers Market

Two years ago, I moved to the city. I had spent most of my life in a small town, so this was a pretty big deal for me. I was 23/24 at the time and living on my own in a brand new city and state. I know it’s *cool* to announce you’re an introvert these days, but it’s not as glamorous as the internet makes it out to be. It actually can be pretty lonely, especially when you’re forced to make new friends in a new city.

I spent most of the first few months inside my tiny studio apartment, trying to work up the courage to join some meetup group. I went to a board game night a few times and it was actually pretty fun, but everyone was all boo’d up, so I felt like the odd man out.

Anyway, there was this little farmers market down the street from my place every Saturday morning, and it was my favorite place to visit. I’m big on people watching and this place was basically a human zoo. You had hippies, super hippies, snobbish moms with big hats, hipsters, tourists, and the list goes on and on. Plus, the fresh produce at a cheap price was a nice bonus.

I’d go every Saturday and ended up befriending one of the vendors, who we’ll call Angelina. She was always so friendly and had the brightest smile. She was short, and had a little extra weight on her, but every single one of her features were incredible. Thanks to our conversations, I knew she was in her mid-40s, but she could have passed for a 30-year-old. She reminded me a little bit of a thicker version of [Constance Marie](https://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/constance-marie-george-lopez-golf-classic-pre-party-in-brentwood-05-06-2018-3.jpg) (*aka the wife from The George Lopez Show*).

But honestly, it was her personality I enjoyed the most. She was lively, entertaining, and seemed to know everyone. Basically, she was who I wanted to be. I wanted to be that person. I’d stand off to the side of her stand and talk to her in between customers. Sometimes her husband would be there helping, but most of the time it was just her and her sister. I don’t think her sister spoke much English though.

So fast forward a month or two, and I’m at the market, it’s about to close in an hour and it starts to rain. A lot. This is not typical for the area, so no one was prepared. Everything was closing down early, and Angelina was by herself this day, so she was trying to break everything down and pack everything up by herself.

“What can I help with?” I asked.

“Can you grab those boxes and help me carry them to the car?” she replied. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. She was soaked by this point, so her shirt was clinging to her breasts.

I picked up the boxes, doing my best to make it look like I wasn’t struggling at all, but I was…potatoes are fucking heavy. After I placed the boxes in the back of her car, I helped her with a few other items. Together, it only took us 10-15 minutes. It would have taken her at least 30 or 40 by herself.

“Thank you so much,” she said, the rain still pounding on us both.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” I smiled.

“Did you walk here?”

“Yeah,” I responded.

“Let me drive you home,” she suggested.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind walking. I’m already wet.”

“No, don’t be silly. I’ll drive you. Hop in.”

My apartment was only a 3 minute drive away, so the conversation was short, mostly talking about the rain because like I said, it doesn’t happen often.

“Shit day to be doing this by yourself, huh?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “My sister’s son had a soccer tournament all day.”

“Do you have kids?”

“Just one. He’s a teenager now, so he wants nothing to do with me.”

“Really? But you’re so cool,” I said with a laugh.

“Uh-huh, riiiight. I’m old.”

“You don’t act old,” and then I lowered my voice, “…or look old.”

“I feel old sometimes,” she replied.

“Turn left up here,”

She turned left down a side street and my apartments came up on the right. “Here I am,” I said, pointing to the small parking lot. She pulled inside and put the car in park. She looked up at the apartments.

“Ah, these look nice.”

“They better be for the price I pay.”

“Do you have much space?”

“Not really, but it’s just me, so I don’t need much. I’m on the top floor, so there’s a nice view.”

“Can I see it?” she asked shyly.

“The view? Sure. Yeah. I’m not sure how much you’ll be able to see with the rain and all,” I rambled on.

We jumped out of the car, ran across the sidewalk and then made it underneath the covering. A short elevator ride, a walk down a hallway, and then bam…we were inside my apartment.

“It’s nice,” she said while walking in. The kitchen greets you to the right, the bathroom to the left and the living area straight ahead, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

“Clean too. I’m surprised,” she laughed.

“Whaaat? Why are you surprised?”

“I don’t know. You got the long hair.”

“And that means I’m dirty?” I laughed.

She walked toward the living area and looked out the window. I was right. You couldn’t see much, but the wind-whipped rain slamming against the window was pretty neat. She watched the drops slowly crawl down the window. She was still wet herself.

“Do you want a towel?”

“No, I’m okay. I kinda like being wet,” she said innocently, but then caught herself, “That probably sounded wrong,” she smiled. “I mean, I like being wet like that too, but…”

“But what?”

“Doesn’t happen much anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My husband doesn’t want me anymore.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Well, he doesn’t show it if he does.”

I wasn’t sure how to reply. I mean, obviously I’d love to show her how badly I want her. I wanted to give her that feeling because fuck, she looked so damn hot. She was perfect in my mind, but I also didn’t want to push her. After all, she was married, and I’m not trying to get involved with that level of messiness.

“I don’t know how he couldn’t want you,” I finally replied back.

“Why’s that?” she turned around to face me.

“Um, uh, I just…you’re beautiful. Your smile, your laugh…your body. Everything about you is insanely attractive.”

“So you want me?” she looked up at me and inched closer. I reached out, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close to me. Her wet body pressed against mine.

“Show me how much you want me,” she told me. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers, the kiss was passionate from the second it began. It wasn’t long before her tongue was exploring my mouth. I moved her back against the window, placed her hands above her head and kissed down her chin to her neck. I licked and sucked the rain droplets off her neck. She moaned softly. I kissed my way up to her ear and whispered softly, “I want you so fucking much.”

My hands ran down to the bottom of her shirt. I lifted it up and over her head with ease. She helped by removing her bra. Her beautiful tits bounced free. Her nipples already hard from the mix of passion and chill in the air. I planted hungry kisses down her chest and sucked on her breasts as if they were about to pop and disappear forever.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair. As I continued sucking on her tits, my hands went down her back and landed on her ass. It was more than a handful. I squeezed it roughly, then moved my hands to the front of her jeans to unbutton them. She took hold of my hand and slid it down her panties. She *needed* this. My hand was now on her pussy. She pressed her warm thighs against my hand to lock me in place.

I kissed my way back up to her mouth as I slid my middle finger down her pussy. I teased her by just pressing it against her wetness, being careful to not let it slide inside. Meanwhile, my cock was desperately trying to find an escape route out of my pants. She reached down between us and massaged my cock through my jeans. I continued to tease her pussy with my fingers, occasionally making contact with her clit. Her entire body would jerk when I did. I felt a strong sense of control over the situation.

I guided her to the bed, pushed her back down on it and pulled off her pants. She was now completely naked. I took it all in before crawling between her legs. I kissed her thighs, slowly working my way up to her pussy. My fingers traced her lips, spending extra time toward the bottom to collect all the wetness.

Once my fingers were coated with her juices, I brought them up to her clit and rubbed gently. Very gently. She moaned, much louder this time. My mouth just hovered over her clit like a helicopter invading a private air space. I continued to rub softly for 30 seconds or so before I removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth. My lips had trapped her clit and she squirmed all over the bed. I had to place my hands on her hips to keep her in place.

“Mmmm. Fuck yes,” she moaned. Her hips pushed into me as I sucked on her clit. Once she settled in, I moved my hand back down to her pussy. I slid a finger inside, and then another. I didn’t move them at first. I just wanted to give her the feeling of fullness as I continued to suck her clit. Once I felt her getting close, I slid my fingers deeper inside her pussy and added a bit of a flick with the tip of my tongue against her clit.

“Oh fuck, fuck, baby,” she grabbed my hair and held my head close to her wet pussy as the top half of her body lifted off the bed as if she were possessed. I maintained the rhythm I had going and then felt a rush of wetness surround my fingers inside her pussy. “Fuck, fuck,” she yelled, her hips still a few inches off the bed.

Slowly, I pulled back, my fingers sliding out. I looked up at her, my face probably covered with her juices, “Fuck me,” she said. I was too horny to question anything at this point. I took off my pants in record time and flipped her over. She knew what to do, lifting her beautiful ass in the air. I smacked it roughly and guided my hard cock up her lips and slowly inside her pussy. I teased her at first, just barely putting the first few inches inside.

“Please,” she moaned, breathlessly. She moved back, taking more of my hardness in. I matched her and pressed deeper inside, “Oh fuck,” I moaned. She felt so fucking good. I squeezed her ass and moved my entire length inside.

She pressed her face against my pillow and moaned with every thrust. She looked so hot with her mouth open, breathing deep. She was now grinding with me, her ass bouncing back against my body. Her body felt so fucking good grinding against mine. It was all too much. I was honestly shocked I lasted this long. I’m surprised I didn’t cum while eating her out.

I think she could tell I was about to cum because I became a little erratic with my thrusts, “Cum on my ass baby,” she moaned. I pulled out quickly and stroked myself over her ass, which was swaying back and forth. It took maybe 10 seconds before I unloaded all over her ass. It was covered.

“Oh my god,” she said softly.

“Do you feel wanted now?” I asked with a smile.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iulzim/mf_that_one_time_i_gave_my_to_the_married_latina