Married Hottie: I bought the coffee, she brought the cream [FM]

“Sorry, your reddit content is a little bit too much for me:)”

I had invited someone who had posted on my local r4r page to check my Reddit content out and judge if I fit her criteria to meet up and have good ol’ fashioned sex. Alas, ’twasn’t to be. To cheer myself up, I was reminded of the saying “*Some days you’re the pigeon, some days the statue*”. Today, I was decidedly a statue.

A few days later, however, I see an orange envelope. A message from her!! She said she tried and liked the coffee shop I had alluded to in my earlier message as a meet-up spot.

“*Her post is wildly popular, why did she choose to write back again to me? Must investigate!*” ran my internal monologue. Not wasting any time, I offered to buy her my favorite drink from said shop. She didn’t say no.

Leading up to our meeting, I sussed out that she:

-a very hot new mom who happens to be breastfeeding

-would love to be deep-throated

-loves the idea of sex in a public place

“*This is too good to be true. If she turns out to be an organ harvester, it would still have been worth it*”

While she was checking so many boxes, I decided to investigate if she’ll check some more. Emboldened, I wrote:

“*I’d love for you to wear a dress, so I can hike it up and get easy access to your pussy and pull it down to suck on your tits. I’d love for you to wear heels. Please let your hair hang.*”

Her response: :)

*Is that a yes? A “you wish”? I’ll probably find out when the anesthesia wears off!*

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What greeted me as I walked up to the coffee shop was a rather pretty sight. 5 feet 4, billowing mustard dress, heels, hair left open, texting on her phone smiling to herself. “*This is promising!*” I think as I walk up to her. She looked up, recognized me and smiled. I went in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. It went unreciprocated.

“*Is this what treehuggers feel like when the tree doesn’t hug them back?*” I think to myself.

I wasn’t going to let this faze me. “*She took the time to come see me, maybe she’s nervous. Wait, do I smell bad? Shit*”

Waiting in line at the coffee shop, attempts at small talk weren’t going so well.

“*It’s cool. I’m cool with silence. I’m a grown up. Holy shit her tits are big! Her skin smells nice too. Lavender? Nah, the fuck do I know about plants? Her toes look nice in her heels though*” I drink her in. My hand decided to ignore all commands from its cranial master and went in for an embrace around her thin waist. She didn’t recoil.

*Got it. Her body language is saying what her words won’t..*

As we wait for our drinks “Just letting you know that I’m finding it hard to keep my hands off you”

She says: “That’s good” and smiled looking at the floor.

We grab our drinks and head out in the sun. With the bright sun shining on her flushed white skin, mustard dress dancing to the breeze’s music, she looked like a sight to behold. “Do you want to sit in the sun and chat a bit?”

She: “Ummmm.. No. Let’s head to my car”

Alright. Alright alright alright.

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Descending the stairs to the underground parking lot, my hands abandoned all pretense of listening to me. I was pawing at her waist, round and soft hips, caressing her hair as we walked. No words were spoken, she didn’t seem to mind.

She had chosen a very good spot next to a wall. I got in the back seat (right next to her kid’s carseat) and she joined me there.

Right away, she lifted her mustard dress and got on my lap. Our lips collided with an urgency that had been festering for way too long. She tasted nice, smelled even nicer. I was making out with a *total* stunner in her car. My high-school self high-fived me!

*Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?*

I pulled her dress down to reveal her magnificent breasts. Soft, supple, with hard pink nipples that were ready to cut glass. My mouth went straight for the left one, while my hand went to fondle the right. A few soft licks, one suck, two sucks, I hit pay dirt. MILK! Yes!!! Emptying a lactating woman’s breasts has been a long-standing fantasy of mine, and here was milk to be had by the gulps! Freddie Mercury started crooning again somewhere…

I suck on the left, I press on the right. Milk sprouting like the Latona fountain at Versailles in many directions. On my face, my shirt, her dress. I didn’t give a shit. I don’t think she did either.

I had her take her thong off. This allowed my right hand to finger her pussy as she straddled my lap, while my left took turns either pinching her nipples or pulling her in for kisses. She was moaning loudly! Getting frisky in a public place, check!

I wanted to eat her in that cramped space. I reached over to fold the passenger seat in half so she could rest her back on it. I hoisted her by her hips and dove straight into her pussy with my tongue. Her thighs were soft, warm, inviting. She tasted amazing. She’s moaning loudly again, I’m eating her like a fat kid eats cake.

After a while, I began to tire – her core strength was definitely better than the strength of my arms! I put her down on my lap. We take a breather.

She wants me to unzip, so I do. She starts to stroke me.

“You’re not allowed to use hands”. She obliges.

I’d like to say more, but it was a blur here on out. One hand of mine is fondling her tits as her thin, gorgeous face is bobbing on my dick. Not before long, I let her know I’m going to cum. She grunts and keep bobbing.

One spurt. Two. Three. Four.. I lose count.

She sucks every last drop out of me. Her face emerges from my groin, as she adjusts her dress.

“Go to your meeting now, you must be getting late” she smiled at me.

I stumble out of her car. Compose myself.

And like a motherfucking pigeon, I strut back into the sunlight.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qwyzez/married_hottie_i_bought_the_coffee_she_brought