This is the follow-up of my endeavour with a married MILF that I met at a science conference at my university. You might want to start with the first part. And as with the first part, this is a true story.
Some days went by.
Since our secret date and the fooling around in her car, she had been my masturbation fantasy. Such intense imagination and vivid imagery. That forbidden feeling of her firm, mature boobs. Her hard nipples. Her hand on my cock. And how wet my hand got as she came, and her heavy breathing.
But we had to keep it a secret, and as a one-time-thing. She was married. And she had her career to take care of too.
A week went by … and then I could not resist sending her a short “good to see you last time, and thank you for the conversation”-email. Nothing sexy or even flirty, just a clean, business-like email. But my intention was clear. I wanted more of her.
She replied within minutes, but from her private non-business email. “I have been thinking of you. That was so great, but we cannot see each other again.” I’m paraphrasing here as I cannot remember the exact words, but the intention clearly sticks in my mind to this date. We immediately started flirting via email, though she kept the appearance of “this is not going any further”.
And yet, two hours later she knocked on my door. Literally, that email that I sent resulted in her standing in my apartment that same day.
She blushed. I saw her hand tremble. She was nervous. I giggled. She blushed more.
She wore her business attire: Blue shirt, black skirt down below her knees, blue heels that matched her shirt. Short hair, and a very delicate makeup. I stepped back to adore her.
I looked at her in silence. She stopped in her movement. “Turn around” I said. She did. “Stop”. She did, with her back to me. “Bend forward a bit”. She did. I reached out and touched her ass on top of the skirt. No panties, or maybe a thong. I groped her ass, firmly. She sighed, and put her hands on the door, pushing her ass towards me. I touched her harder, letting my hand slide down to her legs, between her legs, up to her pussy under the skirt. Thong. Warmth.
I kept my hand there and took a step closer to her. My other hand found her tit and felt her hard nipple. “Don’t turn around” I said. She closed her eyes and kept the position as I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her blue bra and her firm, mature tits – and very, very hard nipples.
I leaned forward and kissed them, lifting them out of the bra and sucked and liked the nipples … and at the same time I gently but firmly massaged her pussy over the thong. I was wet now and I pulled it aside and slid my finger inside.
From there, things went fast. She stopped me, took me by the hand, pulled me in the apartment. “Where’s the bed?” We went there. She opened my pants, stripped me naked, and immediately went for my cock. No hesitation, no handjob, just straight to the blowjob. I was ecstatic!
Before I nearly came, she stopped, turned around and placed her pussy over my head, perfect 69. “Come, do it, lick me now before I regret this”, she demanded. And I obeyed.
Within very short time she came on my face with a heavy moaning, and it sent me over the edge. I came, and she took it all in her mouth.
The next ten minutes or so was a mix of post orgasm high, and cheating regret. We both had that feeling, and we split up rather fast.
I did not keep contact with her after. I still have that as a masturbation memory.
Maybe she does too?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n1faox/mf_the_second_time_with_the_milf_a_fantastic_69
Damn she still didn’t let you fuck her!?