I’m a younger guy, 21 now I was 20 at the time, and I have a thing for older women. Usually 28-35, this in part to my more recent revelations that I am more submissive, and a lot more to do with the fact that older women generally tend to know what they like so sex isn’t a guessing game.
I had met this woman on tinder a few weeks before, our messages were flirty at first, but grew to be highly erotic as time went on. She had an incredible imagination, and the words she used and descriptions she gave had me in ecstasy many a time.
This brings us to our first time actually meeting. I had invited her out for dinner, she said there was a Panera near her offices(she is a huge fan of Panera) and we decided to meet there after she got off work. It was a cold day, even just walking from my car to the door of the restaurant left me with a few shivers and rubbing my hand together. I had chosen my favorite outfit for the occasion, black jeans distressed on the thighs, a white button-down shirt with blue and purple floral print on it, and a black satin jacket that cut off high on my neck. She was wearing a short black skirt, enough to preserve modesty, but even so she had her legs crossed, a burnt orange sweater, with a thin silver necklace and matching earrings, along with her stockings and short black heels she was quite a sight. I could feel the eyes of every guy in the restaurant on me as I went to sit down. Feeling a little awkward I embraced her quickly before sitting down, trying to ignore all the onlookers. She was far more confident than I, head high and a light in her eyes as she looked me up and down. I’m on the shorter side 5’9 and thin, I played soccer and tennis most of my life so I never put on much weight, but still have an athletic build. I could tell from the curve of her hips and the definition of her arms that she took excellent care of herself. As we were talking and waiting for our order numbers to be called, I felt her heel grace the inside of my leg. At the time I thought nothing of it, until it happened again, and a third time. I could almost feel her wrapped around me as she gave me a playful smile with the most beautiful gleam in her hazel eyes.
Dinner was lovely, I had a broccoli and cheese soup, and she had a salad with some form of fruit I have forgotten on it. We were talking through the whole meal and the conversation was pleasant. Although the whole time she continued to tease further and further up my leg with her heels. So when she invited me back to her place after paying I almost shouted, “YES!” This is something I don’t usually do, I prefer to have dates come to my apartment because it helps me feel more comfortable and I can always be sure that there is a condom handy if things lead that direction. But back to her place it was, and a short ride at that.
We had barely gotten inside the door of her apartment when she turned around and dropped the skirt she had been wearing. Take by surprise my jaw dropped as I saw why I thought had been stockings was actually a garter. Sweet black lace coiled itself around her delicious hips like melted dark chocolate. I knew then and there that I would never forget this woman. Her sweater followed the skirt as she took my hand and led me back to the single bedroom. As soon as we hit the bed her lips were on mine, tongues intertwining like a lascivious knot, my hands on her side and thigh, hers entwined in my hair and wrapped around the back of my neck. When I felt like I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen we broke contact just long enough for me to tear my clothes off down to my underwear and then continued. Her nails now carved beautiful rivulets of pain into my back, her legs wrapped around my waist urges me ever onward closer to her body than anything had ever been before. My hand traced up her thigh to the panties that held a bounty, far more fair than any man like I deserved. I could feel her moisture through the lace before I even touched her, as my finger slid over the lace her breath rushed against my lips like a warm spring breeze, her eyes wide open stared into mine with a flame of desire and deviancy that mesmerized me. And then, just before I slid my hand underneath the lace, she grasped my wrist pulling me away. Confused, my heart sank to the first floor of her building as I thought I had rushed things and made her upset, but the flame of desire remained in her eyes only increasing my confusion.
Then in a sudden movement she grasped my sides and flipped me over onto the bed, looking down at me, my vision obscured by silky curtains of floral scented perfection, the only thing I could see was her face. Her eyes twinkling, lips curled into a devilish smile, she paused for a second then rose from the bed. Sidling over to a closet that had escaped my attention, my eyes glued to her hips like a snake to its charmer. She flung open the doors, which were lined floor to ceiling with devices and playthings I had never seen before. She drew forth a length of liquid night, loosely looping it around her hand, then another, then a third and a fourth. As she came back to the bed I was curious, but every demon in hell could not have dragged me away from the goddess that stood before me. The feeling of smooth rope on my skin alerted me to the fact that my wrists and ankles were now being firmly secured to the bed posts and legs, leaving me with limited mobility and an even more urgent need for this woman. She climbed onto the bed and stood, one heel on either side of my head and beamed a smile down at me that could save a dying man. Her garter came apart excruciatingly slowly as her panties seemed to melt down her caramel legs ever more slowly approaching my face. Then right before contact were lifted away as she raised a leg to remove them. The sight that my eyes beheld was something I liken unto a revelation of god, the enlightenment of an ordinary man. She sank to her knees, hands grasping at tufts of my hair and bring her gracious bounty to my lips. After the first taste I was ravenous, tongue farting out at her swollen clit, lips pressed against her, gently biting her labia. She began to press her hips forward forcing my face closer to her, her vulva pulsating with pleasure and hands tugging at my hair as she unleashed moan after moan like the sound of angels trumpets. Minutes flew by as her ecstasy increased, my dick growing painfully erect as I was awoken to true paradise. Then with a final thrust of her hips she unleashed a moan louder and longer than any other, her pussy unleashing a flood of heavenly nectar into my mouth and across my face. Before I could even comprehend what had happened she slid down my body and thrust my shaft inside of her to the hilt. The amount of self control exerted to keep myself from cumming that instant was near inhuman. She began to bounce up and down, beckoning me to fill her even further. With every bounce I forced my hips up and into her making her gasp and dig her nails into my chest. She gazed down at me with a face full of desire and playful enthusiasm as she sank down onto my waist and began grinding back and forth. Every second I felt the pressure growing and growing. My arms taught against the rope that kept me from touching the treasure perched on top of me, I raised my head to look her in the eye, “I’m going to cum” my voices pitched in urgency. With the gleam of white teeth she threw her head back and rode ever harder. I exploded, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt racking through my body, what felt like cups of cum pumping into her, feeling her legs rock as my dick swelled inside of her. Until. Suddenly. It was over, just like that. And I returned from my haze of desire to find the embodiment of pleasure with her head resting next to mine, our chests pressing against each other’s as we gasped for breath. A night I will forever hold deep in my heart.
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