Brianna (Bri for short) looked just like she did in her Tinder photos. She was tall (5’11), with long wavy black hair which framed her sharp, assertive features. She was wearing a body-hugging black dress, which accentuated her hips.
After opening my front door, the sight of her made me freeze. I’d always had a thing for older woman. Physical appearances aside, something about their perecived experience, which I had always imagined would confer a sense of assertiveness, turned me on unimaginably. That was why I had had my Tinder age range set to “35-50” (I was 23 at the time) -I was desperate to see if my fantasy lined up with the truth.
Bri strolled in purposefully, and I offered her a glass of wine, which she accepted.
“It’s cute that you poured these in advance, Jack, although you really shouldn’t do that.”
“S-s-sorry, I didn’t know”, I replied, stuttering.
I felt incredibly stupid, not knowing what to say. I looked at her, sipping slowly on her wine.
“Worried your hands would be too shaky by the time I arrived?”, as Bri said this, she out her hand on my thigh.
I squirmed.
“Why don’t you try and relax, have some of your wine”.
With that, Bri grabbed my wine glass from my hands and brought it to my lips. I drank.
“Good. Nobody likes a nervous lover.”
As Bri said this, she slid her long, slender hand up my thigh, grazing my already hard cock outside my pants.
My face turned bright red, and the wine I had been trying to drink went down the wrong way. I spluttered, spewing droplets of wine all over my white t-shirt, picked out specifically for how it showed off just enough of my toned arms without looking too small.
Bri had a mischevious, glint in her eye. She smirked, amd said:
“Oh look at the mess you made. Let me help you.”
With that, Bri reached over and put her wine glass on my coffee table, reached over and peeled my shirt over my head. I started shaking.
“H-h-hold on”.
Bri leaned over and kissed me, hard. The moment our lips locked I felt her tongue push past lips into my mouth. She grabbed me tight, running her nails up and down my broad back as she explored the inside of my mouth. I gladly, but nervously, reciprocated, sucking on Bri’s tongue.
We went on like this for about 5 minutes, Bri’s nails scratching up and down my back as she pushed her tongue into every corner of my mouth. Then, she leaned over, pushing me onto my back, with her laying on top of me. She started to grind her crotch against mine, reaching down to stroke my inner thighs. I moaned, and imadvertently started to thrust upwards, desperate for more.
“Ooooh, you’re a naughty one aren’t you”, Bri said mischeviously.
“Yes, yes”, was all I could manage.
I sincerely hoped Bri would not attempt any form of extended foreplay. I wasn’t very experienced sexually, and I could already tell that I wouldn’t last long once my pants were off. Almost as if she was reading my mind, Bri reached down and pulled my jeans off, dragging my tight black briefs with them. I was now stark naked, while she was still wearing that sultry black dress.
I looked down and saw that the head of my cock was already glistening with precum.
“Hmmm look at you, you like making a mess of yourself don’t you?”, Bri quipped.
Feeling a hint if courage brewing, I reached towards the bottom of her dress, and made to pull it up. I felt Bri’s hand slapped mine.
“Tsch, tsch. Who said that was happening?”
“But, I thought…” I wad panicking
“Well I can fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I had to take my dress off, right?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Good boy.” Bri seemed to approve of my silent compliance.
With that, Bri hoisted herself and hovered over my erect cock. Instinctively, I thrust upwards. Bri slapped my chest. She obviously wanted to control every aspect of our encounter.
She grabbed my engorged cock and positioned it upright, gradually lowering herself down. I moaned as I felt my cock enter her, feeling her warm, wet insides massaging my shaft. She clenched on her way down, making me start.
When she was fully lowered onto my cock, she put both hands on my chest (which luckily, was quite muscular at the time), and used my chest as leverage to essentially pound herself up and down. I moaned loudly, and she slapped me.
“Shut up. If you want to fuck a real woman you better learn not to moan like a teenager”.
I bit my lips, groaning quietly as Bri more or less jackhammered my cock with her warm pussy. The sound of our bodies slapping against eachother was incredibly arousing, and I could tell she was enjoying it too because every so often she would throw her head back and let her mouth hang open.
After about a minute of relentless fucking she reached up and grabbed my neck. This almost drove me over the edge, and I tried to pull out my cock, pushing my ass down on the bed to decrease the sensation.
Knowing exactly what I was doing, Bri started grinding down on my cock, simultaneously squeezing my throat to the point that I started to sputter.
I moaned, and just as Bri raised her free hand to deliver another slap, I felt myself cumming. I moaned louder than I care to admit as I felt jets of cum spew from the tip of my cock, ejecting with such force that I could feel friction along the entrance to my cock. Bri tightened her grip on my neck, and said:
“Look at you, busting after barely 2 minutes. Was it my hand on your throat that did it?”
I looked up at her, still feeling shockwaves from my orgasm ripple through my body. I was silent.
Bri smiled, let go of my neck, and brushed her hand upwards towards my mouth, putting her middle three fingers in my mouth, which I kissed and sucked.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u0e6is/an_older_woman_has_her_way_with_me_mf