Return leg with an older man (F/M)

Since my pretty amazing encounter with two older guys about a month ago (http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/320kv7/two_pairs_of_eyes_two_pairs_of_hands_two_you_get/), I hadn't heard any more beyond a thank you for a great time from Graham, the man who organised it. This wasn't a surprise given that they lived a fair distance from me, so I wasn't even thinking about hearing from him again… until late last week, where I was surprised to find an e-mail letting me know that he was coming into London for an appointment not too far from me and wondered if I was free.

As it so happened, I wasn't at uni on this particular Monday afternoon, so once he confirmed when he expected his meeting to finish and I made sure that my own place was definitely going to be free from housemates, I told him that he'd be welcome to drop by for a brief visit if he wanted before heading back home. That's how the discussion was left, although I don't think either of us were in any doubt as to what the meeting would entail.

So, today after a morning of hard studying at uni, I made my way home, grabbed some lunch, and then took a long shower and figured out how to dress myself up for my visitor. I decided to keep it simple with my favourite, relatively short black dress, with tights, a lacy pair of knickers and bra, topped off with a pair of heels, also all in black of course. After sitting around waiting impatiently and watching the clock for some time, the doorbell rang and I hopped up to trot to the door.

I opened the door to find my early 50s guest, smartly dressed and looking reasonably distinguished in trousers and shirt, appearing exactly as you would expect someone to look after a meeting. Inviting him in, we made some small talk about the weather, how his meeting had gone, how uni was and so on, before he turned down an offer of a drink on account of having drank way too much coffee during said meeting. I jokingly asked if he needed the bathroom instead, and after a moment of pondering he said maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. So, I showed him where he needed to go, and returned to the living room to wait for him.

I must have spaced out while waiting at some point, as the next thing I knew a voice close behind me apologised for not complimenting me on looking sensational in my dress. Feeling him close behind me, his next words sent a tingle through me… "You don't mind if I touch you, do you?" Shaking my head, I soon felt him move close still behind me, before his hand moved around to stroke and trace up and down the front of my legs through my tights. I leaned my head back a little with eyes closed at this touch, giving him the signal to continue, his fingers tracing higher under the hem of my dress and then pulling away again. The hands then moved to run up and down the dress itself a little, before pressing against my crotch just enough to feel a slight pressure and movement as my first feelings of arousal began to flush through me.

After applying a little more pressure for a while, this clearly wasn't enough for either of us, and I soon felt two hands reaching under my dress to find the top of my tights, and quickly but carefully pulling them down around my knees. His hands then moved to massage my breasts through my dress and bra for a few moments, before moving downwards and hitching up the front of my dress – moving from behind to stand almost beside me, he leaned forward and made some appreciative comments about my lace knickers and the shaved region clearly visible through their patterning. His hand then moved up my legs, over my knickers to seek out the area of my clit and allow a single finger to rub me in circular moments through my underwear.

Standing there in the living room with my dress hiked up, I felt first one and then several fingers rubbing against my pussy through the fabric, making me shut my eyes and my breathing more irregular as his touch had the desired effect. These first sighs and gasps from me made his fingers move faster and more firmly across my underwear, but it wasn't much longer before my dress was pulled up further to allow his hand to make its way inside my knickers to touch my pussy directly.

Soon, a single finger was expertly rubbing my clit as I stood there, clenching my fists tightly from the sensation and breathing even more heavily. Neither of us spoke, and as he used more fingers to massage my clit and pussy soon the loudest sound in the room was his fingers moving against my wetness. His hand dug deeper into my underwear, and with his breath on my neck as he stood close to me, moving his gaze alternately from between my legs to my facial expressions, I found myself moving my hips as he rubbed me, breathing heavily and moaning softly now.

My legs were quivering a little as he expertly aroused me with his fingers, but soon I was given something to do as his free hand reached out to one of mine, currently resting on my thigh, and moved it towards his trousers. I shouldn't have been surprised at what I found there, but I was still shocked at how much his erection was protruding from the fabric which confined them… so much so that I could almost wrap my hand around it to start stroking him, which I duly did as best I could while still trying to enjoy the growing pleasure between my own legs. Glancing down to see his hand working in my knickers and his bulging erection only increased my excitement, quickening the movement of my hand around his shaft which in turn made his fingers move quicker.

My first orgasm was building, but at this point he stopped, suggesting that I lose the dress. While I stopped to step out of my shoes and pull off my tights (before putting the shoes back on at Graham's request) and then pull the dress off over my head to leave me in just my underwear, he quickly shed his trousers and boxer shorts to allow the erection I'd been fondling through clothing to appear in full. No sooner had I stood up from the sofa after taking off the dress than Graham was behind me again, one hand on my hips while his other toyed with my pussy through my now damp knickers again. It wasn't long before his hand was in my knickers again though, and without my tights in the way this time I could open my legs wider to allow him to explore more easily. As I moved my hips almost involuntarily on account of the attention on my pussy, I felt him moving closer behind me so that his erection brushed against my legs and backside as I did so.

His free hand them managed to push up my bra to free my breasts and erect nipples, which prompted me to reach around and dispense with the bra entirely, allowing him to toy with and tweak each nipple in turn as he continued to rub my clit and pussy. He then stepped to one side slightly and instead used that free hand to guide my own hand to his cock, which I took hold of as best I could and began to stroke firmly, enjoying how hard he felt as I did so. His fingers strumming my clit didn't miss as a beat as I did this, but as I began to stroke harder he did pause to push my knickers down my legs to reveal my pussy in full for the first time. This allowed him to slide a finger inside me, bringing louder moans from me as he added a second and fingered me for a period as I stroked his cock faster.

He then returned his attentions to my clit, his fingers a blur over it as he brought me close to orgasm and then eased off, returning to fingering me for a spell before again moving back to my clit. By now I could feel the sweat breaking out on my forehead and body, both of our hands a blur as we raced to get one another off. It was Graham who won the race however – as my arm tired his showed no signs of slowing down, and unable to stop myself I felt my muscles tighten and an orgasm wash over me as he continued to strum at my clit.

Thanks to that pause as I lost myself in my orgasm, I regained enough energy in my arm to resume wanking him, while he allowed his hand to instead move behind my, massaging my buttocks before moving to slip two fingers into my pussy from behind. As my moans began to build again however, he stopped my own hand and moved away, turning me around and gesturing to me to hop up on the table in the room.

After removing my knickers fully I duly did this, now in only my heel-clad feet which I put up on the table with my legs spread. Moving over to me, Graham explored my pussy lips with his fingers a little before kneeling down to plant his mouth over my pussy. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue moving up and down my lips, and then his mouth moving to suck my clit. Before too long a single, thick finger was inside me as he continued to use his mouth and tongue on my clit, fucking me with that finger and getting me moaning again. This continued for a little while as another orgasm built, before he pulled away to my disappointment.

Instead, he moved around to the side of the table, his penis hovering in front of me – I didn't need to be told what to do, and took it into my mouth as a hand reached over to massage my boobs and then move down my body to rub and finger my pussy once again, keeping my own level of arousal high while I felt him growing harder in my mouth.

After a brief period of this, he stepped away, reaching for his discarded trousers to pull out a condom, which he quickly rolled onto his cock. Moving back between my legs, still without a word, he sank effortlessly into me, both of us breathing hard as his cock pushed deep into me before he started slow, deliberate thrusts in and out of my pussy. I gripped the table as he held my legs apart, still thrusting slowly in me for a while before picking up the pace. This left me panting and moaning as the table creaked with each movement and the sound of my wet pussy accepting his cock over and over also filled the room. My louder moans led to him fucking me faster, which in turn made my moans louder as he stood over the table and thrust quickly in and out of me. My pleasure only grew further as I felt his thumb find my clit, rubbing it as he fucked me to make the whole sensation more intense. Next, he pulled me a little closer, then moved both his hands to take my legs and put my feet level with his shoulders, slowing his thrusts but instead fucking me hard to change the sensation of our sex once again.

This was perhaps all getting too much for him, and to make things last his movements and intensity then slowed to a period of slowly but surely moving in me, holding my legs wide apart as he did so. I looked down to watch his cock in me as he did this, enjoying that view before I threw back my head and shut my eyes again as he picked up the pace once more.

The entire table rocked as he fucked me now, and I couldn't control the loud moans escaping my mouth, as my pleasure quickly built to a crescendo over the minute or two which followed. I was only fucked harder as I found myself begging "please make me cum… I'm so close", then "don't stop… don't stop… I'm gonna cum". That I duly did, moaning very loudly and gripping the table tighter as I orgasmed, continuing to moan over and over as he fucked me as hard as he could through and beyond my climax until it was his turn to grunt several times as his throbbing dick came into the condom as he remained inside me.

I remained where I was for a while after he withdrew, breathing heavily with my legs up on the table and spread wide to show my just-fucked pussy, as he commented on wishing he was younger so he could fuck me again straight away. I laughed as I finally got up to retrieve my underwear and dress, and we both dressed ourselves quickly with little chat. Graham thanked me for another great time as I showed him out, and he assured me he'd drop me a message if he has business in my neck of the woods again. After today, I'm really hoping he does…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/35na21/return_leg_with_an_older_man_fm