This happened about 3 weeks ago and for the sake of privacy and the fact that the woman in question is still quite devout despite not being in the “Order” I’ll be replacing and altering minor details.
Anne is an Irish woman in her mid-30’s, dark hair and light coloured eyes. Physically she has the body of a regular yoga practitioner but has a bit of extra meat in her ass and hips. Her breasts are a great C-cup and her personality was and still is absolute dynamite and one of her most attractive traits.
We matched on the dating apps both at home in Ireland but for reasons unknown we never spoke. I recalled her face quickly when we matched here in London and was taken aback. Most of her photos didn’t accurately depict the woman I would soon meet. In that she was much more curvy and attractive. The one thing that stood out right away was her personality. And when we met I felt an instant spark and I knew intuitively that “I’m going to have fun with this woman.”
We made our way from a coffee shop in the early afternoon to a nearby museum – one of the more famous ones here in London. Immediately we both became fully invested in the various displays both historical and religious. The intelligent conversation that followed only added to the desire that I wanted this woman both sexually and romantically.
Rounding a corner, we both looked one another in the eye and then kissed. I grew erect in an instant, my thick cock pressing against the soft fabric of her pants, right between her large ass cheeks. She grinned playfully in the way that Irish women do and we moved on to the next exhibit. From this point onward we’d kiss, grab and tease another sporadically. This is something that I’ve found Irish women are great at, skilled at even. Perhaps the men are too, as I’m infamous for it with my partners.
Eventually we were upstairs at the balcony overlooking a display you had to pay for to see. She was admiring clothes from different periods below when I placed both my hands on her hips and grabbed with fervor. She let out an audible moan and I pressed her fat ass against my stiff cock – which at this point was a nuisance to hide. People were all around us but it was clear that neither wanted the other to stop the groping and playing. I put my acting skills into action and began talking about the displays below, all the while pressing the head of cock against her pussy. This went on for a few minutes. We both were breathing so heavily we needed a break before we’d pass out. The sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife.
‘I need to go to the bathroom.’ Said Anne. ‘Bloody coffee.’
‘Likewise, let’s see if we can find it.’
And finding it was a bloody adventure in and of itself. Eventually finding it, we both did our business and met up afterwards. I’d later discover that Anne didn’t actually need to pee but her pussy had gotten so wet, her juices was physically running down her leg, dampening her pants and destroying her panties.
After this we both finished off browsing the museum and took a bit a break from the hanky-panky. Which was actually quite nice given how hot and heavy things had gotten and so quickly at that. We sat at an outdoor coffee area for a little while, speaking, relaxing, her head resting on my shoulder.
Eventually we decided to go to Hyde Park which was a short enough walk away from the museum. Our conversation flowed and we began speaking about a serious matter and then onto other topics. The weather was hot AF and we both became quite parched and quickly at that. We got some cold drinks and made our way over to sit beneath the shade of a large tree.
Pressing our backs against the tree trunk we both ate our crisps (or chips in North America) and drank our cold drinks, again, chatting more and having an all-round good time people watching and so on. We’d been commenting on a bunch of Japanese students who were playing some kind of game, charades perhaps.
It didn’t take long for us to resume what we’d been doing at the museum. Our kissing became more emboldened and my hands started to explore more than they had in the museum. I had discreetly dropped my hand down the back of her pants when we ended up kissing in a corner.
First I began grabbing and caressing that juicy ass, her hips beginning to buck albeit slowly. My free hand landed on her tummy and she broke our kiss.
‘You can’t.’ Said retorted playfully.
‘Just trust me, okay. The students have moved and everyone is looking the other way.’
‘For now.’
I raised my brows and she nodded, giving me the approval I wanted. Slowly and as discretely as possible I moved my hand inside her top and began pinching and pulling her nipples. She exhaled loudly and bit the side of my neck to stifle her moans. The woman was an absolute sex machine waiting to be turned on. I swapped to the other breast and began doing the same, her moaning increasing to point where she readjusted herself by putting her legs over mine. Bending them to hide her hand as it massaged the tip of my cock throw the thin fabric of my chino’s.
We took a bit of a breather, a well needed breather. For a moment we’d forgotten that we were in one of London’s most famous parks on a bright late summers day.
Not that it deterred us of course.
It didn’t take long for things to resume only this time I was determined. I wanted to taste her pussy but not in the manner I’d have preferred. I wanted for nothing other than this woman to sit on my face and flood my mouth with her excessive pussy juice. To envelope my thick cock and tease it with the tongue that played with mien so skillfully. The reality of the situation held us both back and tantalizingly so.
My left arm wrapped around her waist, the sweater hiding my hand and my pinky which had gone beneath the waist band of her loose fitting pants. Anne tilt’s her head forward, her light eyes meeting the blue of mine giving me pause.
‘Can I?’
Anne shook her head and an incredulous smile grew from ear to ear. ‘I can’t believe this is happening right here and now.’
‘It’s fun though…’ I remarked.
Exhaling she shook her head from side to side.
I slowly dropped my hand over her trimmed and stubbly pubic region. (Perosonally I think that a fully shaved pussy is a bit paedy and that a grown woman with hair is sexy AF.) My fingers reached her clit moments later.
‘Fuck.’ Gasped Anne.
I began flicking and lightly squeezing her clit, moving it from side to side, depriving her the penetration her bucking hips so desired. With my free hand I pulled out my large cock and placed her hand on it. I truthfully didn’t give two-monkeys-fucks if anyone seen it or not, or us for that matter. Still, for Anne’s sake I did my best to keep up appearances.
‘Mmm.’ Mumbled Anne after grabbing my cock.
Finally, I put my two middle fingers into her pussy and I fully understood why she went to bathroom earlier. She’s easily one of the wettest women I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with and it made me hard, hard to the point that my cock grew longer and painfully so. Not only did I want to fuck this woman but I wanted to breed her. Again and again and again. It was instinctive.
Anne moved so that her back was rest on the left shoulder, my left hand was still inside her pussy; her left hand was still pumping my cock, although it was now mostly in full view. I decided that I was going to make this wonderful Irish woman, a former Nun orgasm right here and now. My middle fingers lock on her g-spot and I slowly and steadily began doing that “come-hither” motion. Her head flopped backward onto my shoulder and it was then that I noticed two young students – both were half Asian, possessing obvious Caucasian features and were just grinning at us. I had sunglasses on and so did Anne making real identification hard. The two lads could see nothing given that Anne’s right leg was draped over mine obscuring their vision of my cock.
Anne began to hump my hand, we’d both thrown caution to the wind at this point. My eyes closed, just like hers and I began to jackhammer her g-spot sending her soaking, sopping wet pussy over the edge. Her left hand gripped my cock hard and her right grabbed the back of my neck. The walls of her Irish pussy tightened around my hand like a vice and seconds later a warm gushing covered my hand.
Thankfully my hand had taken the brunt of her pussy juice and her orgasm saving her a wet spot on her pants. I gently pulled out my hands and looking Anne dead in the eye, I sucked my fingers clean. Making sure to take in every drop before I kissed her deeply, making her taste herself.
‘I taste quite good.’
Things with Anne didn’t progress any further unfortunately. Irish woman, a majority of them at home are infamous for playing head games. We’d meet up a little while after this and while I won’t get into it, sufficed to say, I won’t be with her again. Even if my life is on the line. I do wish her well though, she’s a good person and deserves a good happy life. But ladies, when you’ve a real sexual connection with someone, don’t go cold turkey and turn it off, especially when that sexual connection is mirrored equally by an emotion and intellectual connection. That’s just my personal view on things though.
I hope you enjoyed this adventure of mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x91ons/mf_fingerblasting_an_exnun_in_hyde_park_in_the
Hyde park ny?