The window wound down slowly and he could reach within. Her partner, a man in his fifties, indicated (though at this point, having allowed him to watch her going down on her partner, it wasn’t really necessary) that he was free to reach inside.
He did so – a little urgently perhaps, reaching directly for her exposed tits, the top of her strapless dress having been pulled down to reveal her slightly saggy but still magnificently large and full breasts. The skin was beautiful; so different to the young girls his own age (nineteen). The feel of it, slightly creped and less elastic, more firm and unyielding than his girlfriends had been, despite this woman being, as he estimated, in her forties.
His already straining dick surged again with a powerful erection. She relaxed back into the seat of her car, her hands reaching out and guiding his more considerately now to her breasts and her tummy under that dress.
She was rounded, middle aged, a pretty faced blonde who had lost the sinuosity of girlhood but gained the physical maturity of womanliness. The exchange had been more than fair; her belly wasn’t flat but nor was it flabby, she had become a curvy sensual woman with the power of experience and confidence.