Over the summer, I was promoting a pool party for an organization I work with so naturally, in a male-heavy field, I made sure to invite plenty of women. I DMed one woman in particular who appeared quite attractive, though there weren’t many photos of her. She answered me right away, and we exchanged a few friendly DMs, but she couldn’t make the party.
We kept making small talk for a few days and she was eventually curious as to who I was, hiding behind the anonymity of a business account. She followed my personal account and was curious about my age. I’m 29 and it turns out she’s 43. We keep exchanging DMs, pictures (PG), voice messages and we start to flirt back and forth.
I had been away for several weeks so when I told her I would be back in town, she enthusiastically suggested we meet. We decided to do brunch on Christmas Eve. We agreed to meet in a public setting and I would drive the final 15 minutes.
Now it should be said that today was one of the coldest Christmas Eve days in decades throughout much of the country. Yet there she stood in the bitter cold wearing a white turtleneck dress, a coat and white heels. Her candy apple red nail polish stuck out amongst her otherwise white outfit and she stood about 5’9″ with the heels.
She’s a fit, curvy dirty blond Latina, even better looking than I could have imagined from her pictures. She’s incredibly sexy for any age, let alone looking amazing at 43. We both have plans for later on Christmas Eve, but we can at least meet before I travel again. We’re early for our reservations as we pull into the parking lot.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, turning to her. She nods yes. “Well, maybe this will make you less nervous.” I lean in and peck her lips. We immediately start kissing, our lips intertwined and teeth gently pressing into our lips. Within seconds, our tongues are swirling around our mouths and my hand explores her legs just past her knees. The makeout lasts another two minutes or so before we regain our composure and enter the restaurant.
“Are you still nervous?” I ask her halfway through brunch, leaning across the table towards her. Again she nods. The conversation turns to travel and I make a comment about how I’d like to see her in a bikini, yet she immediately says she’d rather be at a nude beach with me. Then she asks me to join her to the restroom. We walk down a flight of stairs and she immediately turns and throws herself at me, our tongues again buried in each other’s mouths. We use the restrooms, somewhat surprisingly separately, and then I follow her upstairs, grabbing her curvy ass halfway up, causing her to stop and kiss me again.
Back in my car after brunch, there’s another makeout, but it’s getting much hotter and heavier this time. She’s moaning softly as my hands slide under her dress up her leg. I suggest we go back to where her car is parked since there’s more space there, but within a few blocks, she unbuckles her seatbelt and starts kissing me aggressively. I spot an empty parking lot and pull in. We have just a few minutes before we have to be at our respective Christmas Eve commitments. Our kissing continues to intensify, our breathing becomes heavier and her moans become louder.
With her permission, I slide my hand further up her dress, pulling it up and revealing a lacy black thong. Again with her permission, I tug the thong aside, revealing her perfectly shaven pussy. My hand explores her inner thighs, her ass and then up her body under her dress and after another intense kiss, my fingers slide between her legs. My other hand massages her busty tits through her dress.
“Ohhhh,” she moans at my fingers’ first contact on her clit. They eventually slide over her pussy and it’s easy access for me. My fingers effortlessly slide into her and her moans continue to crescendo. My fingers dive further into her soaked pussy, flicking upwards more rapidly each time, and her moans match my movements. After a couple minutes, I pull her dress up further and lean my mouth over her.
“I always save room for dessert,” I tell her and drop my tongue over her pussy, tracing it back and forth against her lower lips. My hand reaches around her, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight to my mouth. She nearly screams in pleasure as my tongue dances along her pussy.
Finally I sit up and kiss her ferociously for a moment before I feel her reach for my belt. Oh shit, I think to myself. By the time she pulls my dick out of my jeans, I’m rock solid in anticipation.
“Mmm, delicious,” she says, gently caressing it in her hands. “I like!” She gives me a seductive smile, stroking it faster. Then I watch her lower over it and I feel it disappear into the warmth of her mouth. She laps her tongue around it, sucking on it and bopping her head up and down, while her hand strokes my lower shaft. Meanwhile, my hand pulls up her dress and runs all over her body, again yanking her thong aside and sliding into her wet pussy. We both moan, though this time I’m louder and she’s completely taken over.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, and she immediately nods, still stroking my shaft and then taking all of me in her mouth, moving up and down faster. I can’t hold on anymore and I begin to erupt. She moans the entire time and I have a nice view of her thong and her mouth engulfing my dick as I explode all over her. Even after I’m finished, she relentlessly sucks me. I’m so sensitive but she keeps going, nearly leading me to convulse to her touch.
“So tasty!” She says, licking up every drop she can find.
Following another abbreviated makeout, we clean ourselves up and head to our Christmas Eve functions, but not before a memorable first encounter with the sexiest MILF I’ve ever met! And given the even flirtier texts we’ve exchanged since then, it’s a matter of time before fantasies are fulfilled between us. I’d say today was a memorable Christmas Eve!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zuso8d/mf_from_sliding_into_dms_to_sliding_into_her
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