Milf. Best thing there is.

A year ago I had the opportunity to go out with an older woman. It was one of my most pleasurable experiences. I met her at a bookstore where she had just started working and I was a occasional customer. Since I dedicated myself to reselling books, although I usually found good titles in that store, after getting to know the new employee, I would go back more for her than for books. With the owner, I had previously formed a close friendship, and it was when he had a health problem that he asked me to support him by taking care of the store he managed, which wasn't the same one where Andrea worked, but was run by his wife. Through this friendship with him, I accepted and wanted to be closer to his employee and take advantage of the material the store had. With Andrea, I formed an excellent friendship from the moment I became a customer; in no time we became intimate and closer; then I realized I liked her. And I wasn't the only one, during the time I worked there, I noticed several men flirting with her and making proposals to her; a man even older than me offered her money to be together whenever she wanted, a younger type than me told her directly he wanted to be her toy and planned to take her to a hotel, a mechanic who worked next to her asked her suggestive questions and made double entendre jokes. And she let them all pass, every time something like this happened, she would tell me about it. Her attitude was extremely relaxed and had an open sense of humor, and physically, although it didn't seem so, she was exquisite, with a slender figure that was covered with loose clothing and seemed rather neglected but a sweater she often wore revealed her brief waist and generous breasts, despite her age which she never revealed (I suspect she was around fifty but always avoided that question). By then I had a relationship with a woman. only two years older than me, that's why I avoided confessing to Andrea that I was attracted to her for a good time (this that I'm telling lasted for about a year). My relationship with my girlfriend was also very pleasant, the sex was incredible, we spent more time screwing around than doing other activities but as I spent more and more time with Andrea simply she was occupying a good part of my thoughts. Therefore, although to a lesser extent, added to latent problems in my relationship it happened that we had a breakup exactly at the end of the year, a situation that allowed other things to happen. At first it was easy to avoid thinking that something would happen with Andrea, however, on one occasion an event made me consider that she also sought for something to happen. There were moments when she would visit the place where I was found to pick up orders, then I would take advantage of talking and playing around, behaving like a kid, I would take away some object and provoke her to chase me. On one of those many occasions it happened that, while running after her in the store and taking her by the back before she entered the small bathroom at the back of the place, I slipped and fell on my back onto a box dragging her with me. I opened my eyes and noticed that she was sitting on my legs, with her buttocks very close to my groin and my hand holding one of her breasts, checking that they were of good size and with a very good texture. I thought she would scold or get annoyed, instead she just laughed and caressed my face while adjusting herself in my legs. I thought she would kiss me but at the same instant someone entered the bookstore and we quickly got up. We avoided talking about what happened for a long time. After several more signs I decided to make the confession, I must say that I had already broken off with my girlfriend but having taken a break and considering the opportunity of a relationship with a lady who could double my age excited me greatly so that I wanted to play with her. Having passed so much time, we had managed to establish a close relationship that led us to keep each other's company even after finishing the day; sometimes she would accompany me or I would accompany her to make purchases, and we would even simply walk and chat. On any given day, after our journey, we walked towards a nearby square where we sat down. We talked for a long time about things I barely remember, as I felt nervous just thinking about what could happen. When nearly half an hour had passed and the night was darker, I approached her to try to hug her and it was then that slowly I said I like you while trying to kiss her. She yielded, let me kiss her briefly. My affirmation responded with a you also like me very much. I wanted to kiss her again but she didn't let me, telling me she felt slightly sick and didn't want to infect me, so I understood and asked her to take me to get her transportation, so we were taken by the hand. Just arriving at the street corner, she got on the first bus that passed. Already at home, I received a call from her, saying she felt bad for being rude but wanted to take care of me, I replied that I was fine and there would be better moments to feel her lips. The conversation started getting more intense, she told me she liked me and wanted to be with me, I nodded and corresponded; it was so passionate in that moment that within minutes I was masturbating while listening to her moans on the other side of the phone. With the light off and sweating heavily, I touched myself desperately at the same time as I created the scene of our encounter with her help. She told me she wanted us to share the same bed so we could hug each other and press our skin together while our lips met. I imagined what she was saying and continued talking, saying that I would hold her against me so she could feel my chest and I hers, that when I found it, she would caress it by moving her hand up and down, and then little by little... To incorporate myself on top of mine and place my flesh in his sex. I interrupted him to tell him that everything would delight me but before I wanted to feel like he was playing with my mouth on my penis, that I wanted to feel his tongue licking and his lips sucking my flesh but he fell silent for a moment before saying he had never done so and it pained him, then I told him it would be me who took the initiative and would go down between his legs to give her the pleasure she wanted to get from him and that I hoped she would put her hands on my head to guide me and make her feel as deliciously possible. We continued, sighing, groaning, and saying my name being the most exciting; paying attention to the phone, I could hear her fingers entering and leaving her very wet vagina. The climax arrived when he told me he imagined my cock inside him and that he was moving frenetically while my hands surrounded his back, setting the rhythm with my movements and licking one of his breasts. At the exact moment I ejaculated and called out to her, I could hear her voice breaking and a sonorous, muffled groan as she said my name. I remained spent, waiting to recover since my orgasm was intense, while she seemed agitated, recovering as well. As we were recovering, I told her I couldn't wait to be with her making real what had happened over the phone and since both of us were satisfied and tired, after a brief chat, we said our goodbyes to meet again the next day. Unfortunately, something unexpected happened at least for that moment... will continue...





Note: I just don't have anything with anyone right now but hope my next adventure is with an older woman, the experience is exquisite. In fact, I have a lady in mind who indirectly participates in the story I'm telling, but I still can't cross that line from friend/acquaintance to lover. Anyway, I hope she'll be the protagonist of my next story. Show me your women if they're milfs and hot, or share your experiences by message, I'd be delighted to read them.