We met at a science conference at my uni. This is a true story.
I was a student at university. She was in one of the booths, representing one of the major business organisations that sponsored the conference. The point was to enable the students to matchmake with the businesses to see if interests and careers would fit together.
I did not see her at first. I had visited the booth several times that day, but only in the late hours of the opening I saw her. MILF. Mid 40’s. Curvy. Long sundress. Short hair. Heels. Stunning.
She approached me, before I could catch my breath. I totally locked eyes with her boobs, and she noticed. “Hi”, she said. “Looking for something in this area?” Clearly referring to the business/science domain, but the underlying flirt was strong, so strong that we both giggled, knowing that I had been looking at her body. The ice was broken.
We talked about their business, my interest in science, and maybe getting a career at them. You know, basic and classic machtmaking stuff at conferences. And I ended up giving them – and in particular her – my email. I hoped she would send me a mail, naive as I was. We said good bye, and I clearly and without hiding it eyed her body once more.
That was the end of it, I thought. A few days went by. And then I got a mail from her, totally surprising me. She just wanted to say thanks for a nice conversation, and for making her laugh during a long and demanding day at the conference.
I answered politely, but over the next days the mails got more informal and fun. She told me about her days and her work, letting me know she was married to. I shared stories about my studies and the life at campus. We flirted a bit, and I commented on her great choice of dress for the conference. “Yes, I noticed that you liked it ;)”, she answered. I then suggested that we shout meet for a beer at a downtown bar.
And … silence.
No mail for hours. A day went by. I thought I had blown it.
Damn.
And then she answered. “Yes, let’s meet. But we need to be careful.”
We set it up. This Friday at 4PM, at a downtown bar. She was already sitting at the bar in the back of the room when I got there. Pleasentries were exchanged. She was clearly nervous. Blushing and fiddling with her glass. Funny to see how the firm business woman changed into a giggling MILF. And a MILF she was. Short black dress. Tight red t-shirt. Black bra. Black heels. Short hair. Tight body. Wow. I locked eyes with her boobs again. She blushed.
Over the next two hours our hands started to touch each other. Just a short contact. Then longer. Then a hand on my knee. My hand on her leg. I saw her nipples get hard under the t-shirt. My cock was also reacting to her touches. And when she finally touched it over my pants, I sighed.
I wanted her.
“Let’s go outside”, she said. We left and she took me to her car. As we drove I placed my hand on her leg. She opened her legs just slightly, keeping her focus on the road. My hand wandered upwards. “Is this ok?”, I asked. “Mmm” she answered, blushing and nervous, opening her legs ever so slightly more.
The drive was short. We parked just outside the city, so no-one could see us. And then we kissed for the first time. Greedy. Wet kisses, tongues meeting and hands everywhere. Quickly she found my cock with her hands. Opening my pants, pulling it out, stroking it.
I found her panties, warm and wet. Pulling them aside and sliding my fingers in. Her clit was hard and wet. She sighed. My other hand found her fantastic tits, touching and groping them eagerly. I found a rhythm … and then she came. And that made me cum too.
The post-orgasm feeling was strong. And then she got nervous again. “This has to be a secret, ok? Fuck it was great, but it’s a secret – and never again”, she said.
We kept it a secret … but we did meet again. Once, and fucked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/men1je/mf_that_time_when_i_scored_a_married_milf
Nice. Hopefully you share the second chapter