So this is the final part of the weekend I’ll relate. After sex in the ocean we dried off and headed back to our room. It was quite aways away and we took our time. Acting like a normal couple; hand in hand, balky, and relaxed. As we neared the hotel she realized she had left her sunglasses behind. She looked at me. And I belatedly realized that I was going to go get them.
But the evening was young, the ocean sounded perfect, and my cock was very content at the moment. So, I didn’t mind, and back I went. The only problem is one bit of sand looks remarkably like another. I roughly knew where we had been. But my searches produced nothing and after 15 minutes I felt satisfied that I had done my due diligence. And back I went; salt chafe and tiredness both slowly settling in.
Yawn you say? Ok, probably. But here is where things became interesting. I have mentioned that she was 52. And she looked 15–20 years younger. The Bay Area seems to be overflowing with this type. What she had kept concealed from me is that she had a recently divorced friend that she had invited down. And while I was searching for lost sunglasses that did not exist, they were getting ready.
I walked onto the patio. Through the sliding doors I saw two figures on the bed. I opened the door and there they were. Clad in shiny, black latex. I’ve described the original woman previously, and at this point the brief overview of a blonde/thin legs/perky breasts and a brunette with,what I think can genuinely be called, enormous breasts should suffice (blame them for the cliche, I just opened the door). I’m don’t use the term milfs, but that is what was they were.
The blondes latex suit stopped in a shelf bra causing her perky breasts and large, perpetually hard nipples to almost angle slightly upwards. The brunette’ breasts were covered but certainly not contained. I don’t have the knowledge or vocabulary to explain their outfits further, other than to say that they both wore stilettos and had strategically placed zippers, running from front to back.
I had never been with a woman in latex, and really knew nothing about it. Actually, I still don’t know much. But I learned that night that as a hot rope of cum lands on latex, she can feel the impact and its heat. And although they wanted my cum in them and on them, what they loved most was intently watching me throb, their eyes then shifting to the eruption of semen they had caused, it’s arch and velocity, the wet, heavy splat of it’s impact on latex, and the warm, slick sensuality of squirming against each other afterwards.
But the highlight of the night for me? The picture so burned in my brain that I can practically embody it? It is this. The two of them laying on the table. Legs wide. And in unison and ever so slowly unzipping. Revealing engorged clits, swollen lips, and little assholes. Bursting forth as the zipper released them. Blossoming. Pooled wetness flowing forth.
They unzipped ready, wanting, offering, and presenting…it was breathtaking.
The next morning, over an enormous brunch, I found out there has been further plans for dinner and and then a change into lingerie. And they were great plans; but I’m not sure I would have changed anything about that night.
And although, it’s unlikely anyone is wondering, the last I knew, the first woman was still married. The second woman had remarried. And both were happy. I’d like to think that’s true.
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