UPDATE: After months of flirting the divorcee down the hall invited me (28)[F] in for wine.

So after the last meeting, we’d run into each other a few times. Things were still light, pretty flirty, and fun between us. I’m glad things stayed chill between us because sometimes people change after something happens.

So I was delighted that he was very much still acting the same way with me and saw me the same way.

After a run, I checked my mail, and he was there. “Hey Melanie. I see you’re keeping in shape and sticking to your running”. “Yeah, and you still haven’t joined me.” Our flirting continues, and he asks if I’d be interested in joining him for some mulled wine and winter cocktails. This local bar had some, and he was curious to try it. I was very curious to give it a shot as well. So we made plans for drinks and a cute little date on Thursday night right after work.

I spent the day excited to try some new drinks and hopefully, things will lead to more fun. The work day felt long, even though I left early. I quickly got home, showered and changed. I dressed for comfort and warmth – warm leggings, boots, a t-shirt, open flannel, a zip-up hoodie, and a beanie.

I met him in the lobby. He dressed semi-casually, looked comfortable, and the clothes fit him well. He drives a nice hybrid BMW. I asked him about it while going to the bar, and I insisted on controlling the music. He was reluctant at first but let me pick.

The bar was a little quieter on Thursday night, which was nice because we just sat, enjoyed the seasonal drinks, and chatted. I got a chocolatey bourbon eggnog. He got a vodka cocktail with Christmas, fruits and seasonings. He let me have a sip, and it was delicious. When we finished our drinks we were ready to hit the next spot.

It started raining on our way over to the nearby bar that served mulled wine. Which just set the mood and made the hot drink all the more enjoyable. We got a table real quick and I sat next to him making sure my hand landed on his thigh while we browsed the menu. Giving him a small rub while we ordered. I noticed a couple of people looking our way, so I made sure to snuggle up next to him and put his hand on my leg.

Finally got the drinks and omg Mulled wine is freaking amazing! I have to say it, that stuff was delicious. Maybe a bit sweet, but it was easy to drink and smelled and tasted like Christmas cheer. It made for a great experience. We enjoyed a hot cocktail in the rain, talking, getting flirty, and enjoying each other’s company.

After the drinks, he took me back to the apartment complex, and we stopped at his door. He asked if I was interested in warming up and having another drink, and I happily agreed.

In the Apartment.

I ask if he minds if I take off my stuff, I tossed off my beanie and sweater and kicked off my boots.

We went into his kitchen, and he poured two whiskeys. He told me he bought this bottle in case I wanted another drink. He took a sip and scrunched his face, saying he was not much of a whiskey drinker. I laughed but thanked him for thinking of me and trying something new. Then, I lifted myself onto his counter and sipped my drink.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” “What about me?” I tried to give him an innocent smile, but it morphed into a look of lust. He stood between my legs as he took a sip of his whiskey while trying to hide his reaction. Well, your laugh, for one, hahaha, but honestly, obviously, your body. He rubbed my thighs. “And I can’t stop thinking about your lips. How amazing they felt.” His hands squeezed my legs, and I pulled him to me for a deep kiss. His tongue felt eager in my mouth and danced around my own. His hands pulled me closer, and we kissed until we were both out of breath.

He started kissing my neck as I held his head and pulled him in. I moaned, and he kept biting and sucking on my neck. I hopped off the counter, and we slowly made our way to the living room sofa, where I climbed on him, took off my shirt, and helped him get his off. His hands stayed busy on my ass, and his mouth found my neck again. He told me he wanted to see and play with my ass. I’ve been thinking about everytime I see you. I told him okay, let’s go to the room.

He made a quick stop in the bathroom and stripped off but kept his underwear on. He looks good. Strong but soft dad bod and well-groomed body hair, the boxer briefs cupped his package and almost presents it to me.

I slipped into the bathroom to freshen up and stripped off. After hearing all the compliments all night and remembering his words from the last time, I confidently walked out wearing nothing but the tiniest black thong and sexy lacy bra. He’s instantly rock hard at the sight of me. I teased him by walking to get my drink instead, feeling his eyes track my every move, every muscle twitch, and every slight jiggle of my ass. I motion him over to me, wiggling for him. His hands grab my ass, and his mouth is on my neck. The combination of rough groping and sensual kisses overloads my brain for a second, and I love it.

He drops to his knees and begins to worship my ass—soft kisses. Playful spanks. Endless compliments. Honestly, I was so flattered because he seemed utterly blown away that he even gets to do this, and there’s something kind of sweet and super praising about that. I really enjoyed his worshipping. Feeling his lips and tongue dance across my toned ass made me tingle and giggle. His hands stayed busy massaging, rubbing, and gripping. He seemed intent on enjoying my body. Spreading my cheeks then letting go, before kissing them and massage me again. “I could play with your perfect ass all day.” I let him play with me for a while but I wanted more.

“Hey. That feels amazing, but there’s more of me, you know.”

He laughed, apologizing but said he couldn’t help himself. He stood up and unhooked my bra. Then wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and caressing my breasts. “God, even your tits are perfect.” He gently massaged them and tweaked my nipples as I moan. He finally gives them the attention they were begging for, and I am getting soaked. He kneads my tits and lightly flicks at them forcing me to beg for kisses. Our tongues sloppily play with each other as he toys with my sensitive nipples. After a few minutes, I felt for his hand and put it between my legs. No words are said between us, but I guide his hand to play with me, and our moans fill the room. I can feel myself getting wetter, and his bulge pressed hard against me, so I grind on him while his fingers keep encouraging me. I can hear his breathing, that he is getting more and more turned on. I break the silence and say, “go down on me.”

Oral Fun

I slowly crawled onto the bed and then turned onto my back. He climbs over me and holds my body before slowly taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth. His mouth and hands tweak at my sensitive tits, and my whole body quivers and I can feel my body react. He worships my breasts, and I guide his mouth to the other one while his hand rubs me over my underwear. My moaning gets ragged when he begins kissing down my body and quickly gets between my legs.

He pulled my thong off and got between my thighs. I was already soaked and eager for his mouth. “A look at this perfect little pussy.” He asked me if I wanted him to lick me and I eagerly nod yes.

He wasted no time and began to kiss and lick my pussy. Ohmygod. I squirmed and let out a mmmmm with each slow lick. Then he started sucking on my clit and slowly put a finger inside my pussy and kept moaning about how tight I was. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I could tell he was watching my every reaction. As soon as my breathing got loud he amplified things by added another finger. I groaned and wiggled away while I opened my legs as wide as possible for him. Moaning and gripping the cushions, my back arched off the sofa. He looked satisfied with my reaction.

It’s easy to tell the difference between someone just moving their tongue, going through the motions, and someone enjoying how you taste and wanting you to feel good. Peter loved how I tasted, and his actions and enthusiasm showed that.

My body shuddered, and I let out a long moan when he licked me nice and slow. He told me I tasted sweet and loved how wet and tight I was. Then he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue and lips teasing me as I couldn’t help but writhe with his every move. He sucked on my clit lightly and began to move his fingers in a “come hither” move that made tense hard and gasp with pleasure. I gripped his hair, but it only excited him, and he kept going. I bucked and rocked my hips, encouraging him to keep pleasuring me.

I’ll admit that for a guy with a sex couch, my expectations were high, and he definitely met them.

He looked like he was enjoying every second between my thighs and delighted in seeing my every reaction. It was an absolute turn-on that amplified every touch.

His tongue circled my clit, his fingers curled inside me, and he licked vigorously. I played with my tits and watched him press his face tightly to my drenched pussy, sucking and licking. He kept his pace as long as he could, but I could see he needed a break and slowed down. I played with his hair and told him that it was fantastic and that he could rest. When he came up to catch his breath I compliment him. “That was amazing” felt like you really wanted to do that hahaha. Then I told him to stand up it’s my turn and wiggled my way off the sofa.

I got on my knees and started rubbing his hard cock through his boxers. I tugged at the waistband, reached in and pulled out his cock. He has a great-looking extra thick cock. It’s probably 6 inches, with a slight curve but a weighty girth. I looked up at him and stroked his precum all over himself. “I really like your dick.” I kissed the tip repeatedly and complimented its size, shape, and weight. He thanked me and rocked back enjoying the attention.

I greedily took his cock in my mouth and started sucking like I was hungry for this. Hearing him moan my name and pull my head down on his dick had me so turned on. My jaw felt stretched just having my lips around it, and the way he filled my mouth was so satisfying I couldn’t help but moan. Peter ran his hands through my hair as I went to town on his dick. Looking up at him, I could feel my pussy getting wet with every gagging suck.

I struggled to keep him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his fat head. But I did the best I could, he reacted by telling me that felt incredible. I tapped his dick on my tongue before trying again. He groaned hard again. Then I took him deep and moaned all over him. I held him in my mouth as long as I could then rested, making sure to stroke his slime and spit covered dick. I swallowed his thick dick repeatedly till he begged.

Riding Peter

“Please fuck me…..” he begged.

Read that.

Not begged to fuck me. He wanted me to fuck him.

I was so freaking turned on by that that I continued playing with his dick and balls, waiting for him to beg one more time. “PLEASE. I want you to fuck me.”

I got up, and we kissed while I turned him to the couch. I give him a playful push, and he falls on the sex couch, and I quickly climbed onto his lap.

I let out a groan of pleasure as I reached down and gripped his rock-hard cock and started playing with him and giving him the best hand job I could muster. My other hand reaches over and plays with his balls. He moans, “God. Melanie, your hands feel amazing.”

I start rubbing him against me. “You’re going to feel so good.” I continue to grind my eager pussy against him. Then I position myself above him, smile at him and slowly sink myself onto his girthy cock. There’s this incredible pressure his size puts, but it leads to a nearly indescribable relief and pleasure when he finally slips in. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” I quickly moan as he stretches me. His hands grip my ass hard, and he’s muttering that I feel incredible as I carefully, tantalizingly lower myself more and more.

I squeeze him in, and he’s stretching me with every inch as I take him to the hilt. I whimper and watch his eyes roll closed for a moment and he tilts his head back into the pillows.

I move cautiously at first, milking every inch of his cock in my tight, silken grip. I can feel every little twitch and movement. Even though it’s tight, I’m slowly getting used to his size and enjoying it more and more.

He finally opens his eyes again, and I feel a devious feeling flash across my face. So I lean my body back and allow him to see my full body, rolling and tensing as I grind his bwc in and out of my gripping lips. I could see his reaction on his face and feel him twitch inside me. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking sexy”.

I can’t hide the growing need and frantic lust that’s painting itself across my face as he fills me to the base with every grinding motion. And I start bouncing on his girthy dick.

At this point, I’m in complete control and using him for my pleasure, going as fast and deep as I want. I move his hands to my hips to help move our bodies together, but he moves them to my ass to grab on for support. So I ride him even faster, even deeper, and by now, I’m moaning loud and grunting as I melt all over my dick. Faster, harder.

My pussy is satisfyingly filled with each bounce, and he can’t even watch my tits bounce as I ride him. I can feel his body tightening up. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK” He begs me to ease up. I pin his arms and rock my hips slowly before lifting myself off him. He asks me for a second to catch his breath. I allow it and get off of him to grab my drink and take another sip. I’m already missing the feeling of him. He’s apologizing for needing me to stop, but he was seconds away and didn’t want it to end. Finally, he asks what he can do to make up for it.

I tell him I want him to eat me out from behind. He enthusiasticly agrees and tells me he’s ready.

I get into a prone position.

The Finish

His hands slide to my tiny waist, and I look back and watch as he positions himself. Suddenly he yanks my upturned bottom half toward himself and shoves his face into my pussy. His wet tongue began to work its way into my tightness, lapping at my juices like I was melting, and he didn’t want to miss a drop. The amazing sensation caused me to groan and grind against his tongue, quickly losing myself in ecstasy. I spread my legs and arched my back, allowing his tongue to slip deeper, and I could feel his thick and warm saliva coating my lips and trickling out of me.

Peter slurps his way down my muff, twisting his face and drilling his tongue into me, mercilessly attacking my button as I screamed, howled, and moaned from the stimulation. He then gently sucked my clit into his mouth and ever so lightly twirled his tongue around it, making me grind my swollen sex against his lips. He continues to gorge himself, and I encourage him by pulling his face into me and grinding against his skillful tongue. Peter’s happy go down on me for as long as his mouth can handle it.

As much as I loved his oral ministrations, I really wanted to feel him inside me again. I needed it again so I told him to fuck me.

I lay flat and he got himself into position above me, giving my ass some playful squeezing and while I feel his girth pressed against my ass. I get eager and wiggle inviting him. He grips his dick and I feel him poking around my tight little hole before he pushes into me, reminding me quickly that his member is insanely thick, especially compared to his tongue. I looked over my shoulder and told him he felt amazing before he forcibly widened my tight pussy.

Being stretched by Peter’s thick and slick member made me shudder again. His hands grip my waist hard as his hot dick stretches me, my body spasming slightly, and my ass shakes in response to a few slow and shallow strokes. When Peter picked up the pace, I couldn’t help but grit my teeth, then turn and smile at him, only to moan hard as he stretched me around the base of his cock.

Peter worked his hips fast, piston-pumping his dick in and out of my dripping pussy. The rampant babbling coming from my mouth breaks into a moan whenever he does a deep thrust. I’d been subconsciously lifting my ass more and more for him, and soon I was propped up on my tits and knees with his hands massaging my ass, groaning as he fucks me.

Peter lowers himself onto me, whispering in my ear that he loves it. “You’re incredible. Can I cum, please!” Yes. “Where?” “Inside me.” I can barely moan the words before my lips and tongue are wrapped up in a sloppy kiss.

Peter releases a groaning growl, and I can feel his large dick twitch and swell inside me. I can’t help but let out a satisfied growl of my own as Peter’s hot seed shoots into me. Feeling the hot, wet warmth fucked deeper into me is so close to supreme bliss that I subconsciously keep bucking my hips back into him.

After the sensation begins to settle, I realize Peter isn’t slowing down. His hips carry on right through his orgasm and continually slam into me and my shapely ass. He persists until he’s cumming again, masterfully kneading and toying with my ass.

After his final twitching eruption, Peter pulls out. His load is released from my happy pussy in an oddly satisfying cascade of thick white cum, trickling down my legs.

He drapes his body over mine, and we fall into a sex-induced stupor. Panting.
Catching our breath. Eventually, he lay beside me, and I happily snuggled next to him.

“So, how’d I do?” He asked with a genuine tone. He was concerned he was going to be a bit rusty. His hands gently moved up and down my back, lightly ticking my ass. “You did amazing! You worshiped my body and made me feel incredible. I’m going to be sore, hahaha.” I smirked and could still feel him leaking out of me. He asked if I was going to be okay. “Cuz you weren’t lying, it felt like you were squeezing every inch of me. God, I could get addicted to that”, It was incredible. I blushed so hard as he heaped on the praise. He was complimenting me and my body. I paid back the compliments telling him he’s got to embrace the DILF aesthetic lol, especially with the great cock he’s packing lol. He blushed a bit. And said, unfortunately, that role typically leans towards the dominant side, and as I could tell, he really enjoys it when a woman takes control.

I told him I’d remember that next time. We rested for a bit before getting cleaned up. I thanked him for the fantastic time and said I’d see him around before kissing his cheek on the way out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10f9p0a/update_after_months_of_flirting_the_divorcee_down