To begin with, I would like to thank you all for your overwhelmingly positive comments. Starting this, I would have never thought that more than a couple of people would read my stories.
For those of you who follow my stories, you’d know I spent a year in London for post-graduate studies and that during that year (and coming from a bit of a tough break-up) I didn’t want to settle down. This story is quite fun and takes place a few weeks before holiday season.
After the exams of the first term of my post-grad was done, we (a few of my classmates and I) all decided to go (mildly) wild and drink our arses off, as is kind of customary under such circumstances. So we visit a pretty cool pub named *Brass Monkey.* Our gang about 6-7 people, and as you might expect, the more alcohol we consumed, the louder we became. In addition, the louder we became, the easier the interaction with some of the patrons was. Until the night was over, we were all a big pile of druken humans dancing off to the tunes of *Don’t look back in anger* (again as is customary under those cicrumstances).
I said most of us, because during that time, I met a woman that was sitting on the bar, next to where we were getting all our drinks from. It turned out that we shared a common cultural heritage and one thing led to another, we started chatting.
She was Aoife, a 36 year-old woman, of both Irish and Finnish heritage, who spent quite a long time during her childhood years in my hometown (!). Her being over a decade older than I was, it was no wonder we never met, but this magnitude of coincidence was enough for us to share our flabbergastation,.
We spent quite a while talking to one another. Aoife (pronounced Efea) was a super tall (~6ft), slender, raven-haired brunnete, with short hair (a pixie-cut). She was freshly divorced, actually a couple of weeks ago. Her ex-husband and her separated amicably, in spite of him cheating on her. They used to live in Machester, UK, along with their 11 year-old son, before they moved in London last year.
After we shared a couple of rounds, she confessed that this was her first night out as a single woman and that she was actually having quite a good time. As she was quite charming and – frankly – really attractive, I suggested we turn this into a date and invited her back to my place for a few drinks. She didn’t object, so I said goodbye to my friends and Aoife and I walked back to my place.
It was a super chill night in London, so when we got into my apartment I went to warm some strong liquor with honey and cinnamon (a bit of a traditional recipe). We sat on the sofa and chatted for a good while. It was way past midnight at that point and despi0te the fact that the lot of us were getting a bit tipsy, I was surprised when I heard her say “are you gonna fuck me now or what?”.
This was our signal, and we jumped to one another. We started making out, throwing our clothes all over on our way to my bedroom. I took her jeans off in a hurry, had her sit on my bed and in a matter of seconds, my face was between her thighs. I remember my reaction when I saw her naked body. It was simply “wow”. There is no way that this is the body of a36 year-old MILF. She was super tight, her abs were showing, but she was by no means ripped. Her tits were perky and her dark nipples were already rock hard.
As I kept sucking her clit, more and more roughly, she slowly started shaking. This is when I decided to slide a finger inside her soft, warm cunt. She guided me into doing exactly what she loves. Rubbing her clit as gently as I can manage, then finger her roughly. I did this for a couple of minutes, but proved to be too much for her. She came on my fingers with a loud, loud moan.
With a quick move, she lifted her legs up and ordered me to fuck her ass. Just like that. She said “now I want you to stretch my asshole with that fat cock”. I happily obliged, seeing her into position, stretching her ass open, waiting for me. I spat on my cock and went extra slow, pushing its head against her tight hole. She grabs my hips and pulls me closer to her. I pull off, split on my cock. She leans forward, takes my cock in her mouth. She spits on it, makes a mess. Pulls me against her once more. Slowly, my cock slides inside her tiny butthole. The feeling is fantastic. She is super tight, but her moans say she is into it as much as I am.
We fucked for a good while. She refused me the joy of fucking her pussy, but I never complained. Her ass felt bloody good. I pounded her hard and fast, in a couple of positions. I came deep inside her, before she sucked me clean until I was hard enough to fuck her ass once more. It was really late by the time I was done with her or more precisely, she was done with me. She got up, cleaned herself and left.
This was the last time we saw. We never exchanged phone numbers or anything like that. The only thing she left was her scarf, which I ended up gifting away to a friend of my that had her birthday a few days afterward. I felt a bit guilty for not picking up a proper present for her though.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kmhtkp/my_first_experience_with_a_stunning_36_yearold