I don’t use social media much. At 28-years-old, I find myself becoming a grumpy old man rather quickly. I think the internet is equal parts great and terrible. I have an [redacted] account I can barely bring myself to look at. So many people only post photos with filters now. Even videos with filters now!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT ANYONE LOOKS LIKE ANYMORE!
And I get it, it’s the environment the media and social media influencers have created, but it still makes me sad. I watched this one video not too long ago of some girl having a breakdown because she truly believes she looks more like herself in a filter than a mirror.
I’m rambling. Or ranting. Or both…I don’t know. You didn’t click on the title to read my thoughts on the world.
On my barely used [redacted] account, I have a few people I genuinely enjoy following, one of those being a 52-year-old mother of four. I’m not even sure how we started following each other. We live in the same town, but I had never met her. We didn’t have many mutual friends. I don’t know. Life’s miracles, huh?
We’ll call her Michelle. From what I could learn through her [redacted] account, she was recently divorced and living a rather simple life. We shared a similar taste in movies and music, so we’d occasionally respond to each other’s stories. It was all innocent.
Here recently, she’s been sharing more revealing photos to her stories. I suppose she’s finally living for herself, you know? After being married for so many years and all. She looks incredible. I know a lot of people build up the characters in their stories, but Michelle truly is beautiful. Not even just for her age. She’s beautiful for any age. Gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, glowing skin, and the best natural tits. I mean, my god…she’d constantly post photos of her cleavage. There’s just some weird sexual energy circling her.
So, sometimes when I was feeling especially horny, I’d respond to her photos with some lighthearted joke or a GIF. This led to more messages being exchanged and after a week or two, she started sending photos just to me. More revealing shots.
I responded by sharing my own photos. I’d never share photos of her without permission, so before you ask… no. But you can see a photo I sent her on my profile, if that’s your thing.
At some point, we exchanged numbers and started texting every single day. Maybe once or twice a week we’d send each other photos. But even during this time, it was kinda like we were sending them through some artistic facade. For some reason believing if we slapped a black-and-white filter on them and placed a houseplant in the background, it wouldn’t be classified as sexting.
It was definitely sexting, though. I was sexting a 52-year-old recently divorced mother. At one point, I texted something like, “Honestly, I’d just like to sleep between them,” the “them” being her breasts, of course. Keep up.
She responded, “Why don’t you?” and from there, it was all about planning. Her divorce was so fresh that she still lives with her husband, so meeting at her place wasn’t an option. My incredibly judgemental brother was visiting from out of town for Thanksgiving, so my apartment wasn’t an option.
So we decided to book a room at a little boutique hotel in town. I’m not exactly sure what a “boutique” hotel means, but they really pushed it in their marketing, so that’s what I’m going to call it. We booked it for a Monday night because her entire family was going to be in town visiting later in the week. This was the only night we could do it, at least within the next seven days, and considering how fucking badly we wanted each other, seven days just wouldn’t cut it.
I’ll admit, meeting for the first time inside the hotel room was awkward. Not bad awkward. There was still chemistry, but it’s always a little weird meeting people for the first time. We hugged. I felt her soft breasts push against me. I remember she smelled like pie.
“I’ve been baking all day,” she explained.
“Well, you smell incredible. Maybe that should be a perfume line.”
“Pies?” she laughed.
“Yeah, Pumpkin Pie by Calvin Klein,” I rambled, clearly nervous.
“You’re very cute, you know?” she said with a smirk.
“And you’re very sexy, you know?” I replied, slightly cringing at the 101 flirting going on here, but fuck it. SHE WAS SEXY!
“So don’t judge me,” she said walking around the room. She wore a white t-shirt that proudly displayed an outline of her nipples, and a tight pair of jeans. She looked like she was straight out of the ’70s. “I haven’t been with anyone besides my hus…estranged husband for over twenty years,” she added.
“It’s okay,” I replied quickly, “I haven’t been with anyone besides your husband either.”
She laughed. A genuine laugh. Not the fake laugh she gave earlier with the dumb perfume bit. “I really want this,” she said while looking straight at me.
I walked toward her and placed my hands on her hips before pulling her in close for a passionate kiss. When our lips touched for the first time, fuck, it was instant fireworks. I hadn’t connected with anyone like that. I’m not sure if it was due to the weeks of teasing, but the kiss was electric. My hands slid up her sides, grazing the outer edges of her breasts.
As our tongues danced around each other, I moved her to the bed and pushed her down on it. I had one leg draped over her, to where my knee was pressed firmly between her legs. Our lips connected once again. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and I sucked on it gently, our breathing becoming more and more intense. I began grinding my knee against her pussy, which was still covered by her jeans. She thrusted her hips up to match my movement.
My lips departed hers and moved down to her neck. I planted soft kisses across her neck as I brought my hands up to her gorgeous tits. I squeezed them roughly for what felt like hours. God, I can’t even begin to describe how soft they were. I kissed down her shirt-covered chest and brought my lips around to the outline of her nipples. I sucked on her nipple through her shirt. It hardened underneath as she moaned softly.
After teasing her a bit more, she helped me remove her shirt. My mouth darted to her now bare breasts. I sucked and licked every inch. She grabbed my hair and guided me from breast to breast as she moaned and continued to grind against my knee, “Yes, baby,” she encouraged.
We were both kinda falling off the edge of the bed at this point, so I stood up briefly to remove her jeans and pull her more on the bed. I then took a knee in front of her, placed both my hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was glistening, just waiting for me to dive in. I rubbed her soft thighs gently with my hands and slowly moved my head closer and closer to her pussy.
“Please,” she moaned. I kissed her thighs, slowly working my way to her pussy. As I continued to place soft kisses all over her thighs, I moved my hand to her pussy, feeling it for the first time. 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 for the next minute or so before I removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth. My lips had trapped her clit and she was fucking loving it. “Mmmmm, fuck yes!” she moaned. Her hips pushed into me as I sucked on her clit. I slid a finger inside her pussy, 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 on 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. “You’re gonna make me cum,” she said, completely out of breath. 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 raised off the bed as I tried my best to keep my mouth pressed firmly against her clit.
Slowly, I pulled back, my fingers sliding out. She looked down at my face, which was probably glistening with her juices. She smiled and pulled me up toward her, trying to bring me in for a kiss. But instead, I slid my fingers inside her mouth and watched her suck them dry, “You deserved a taste too,” I said with a smile.
“You’re so thoughtful,” she smirked.
Michelle instructed me to stand up in front of the bed as she shifted herself to sit on the edge. She wasted no time pulling down my pants. My cock was already fully erect at this point. It had been erect since the day before. She didn’t tease the head at all. Instead, she moved straight in. She took my entire length inside her mouth, gagging just a little. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth. My knees were weak.
After a minute or two, I released my grip around her hair and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, her tongue hanging out waiting for more. I grabbed my cock and slapped her cheek with it before sliding it back inside her mouth. Her lips made a trail of kisses down the side of my cock, going all the way down to my balls. She sucked on them briefly before returning to the head. She swirled her tongue around it while stroking the shaft lovingly.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. She removed her hand and mouth from my cock and then turned around so that her ass was sticking in the air in front of me, “I need to feel you inside me,” she said softly, swaying her ass from side to side. It took everything in me not to cum right there. I had to think of some pretty mundane things, lawn darts being one of them.
I positioned myself behind her and slapped my cock roughly against her ass before shoving it inside her warm pussy, “God, yes, it’s been so long,” she moaned. I thrusted deep inside her, grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to tug her head back slightly. The sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t –” I moaned. “Yes, baby, cum, please,” she encouraged me as she worked herself against me, pushing me deeper inside. My thrusts became sporadic as I came inside her. Her pussy squeezed my cock tightly as it pulsed inside her. It felt as if she was milking me as we both yelled and moaned, “Yes, baby. That’s it.” she moaned.
I fell down next to her on the bed. No words were spoken for at least a minute or two. We just enjoyed the sounds of each other’s breathing. Eventually, she leaned over to kiss me, “You were outstanding,” she said in an oddly comforting tone.
“Rest up and join me in the shower in a couple minutes,” she said with a smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rc03va/mf_innocent_flirting_with_much_older_divorced