I remember it like it was yesterday. Me at the age of 23 and her, a beautiful, seductive, well-groomed and always smiling 46-year-old MILF. After a long chat, the D-day arrived. Since morning I had been feeling a little nervous about how the whole evening would go. Although it was just a friendly meeting and getting to know each other over dinner and drinks, my head was already projecting only the most beautiful and exciting things I would do with her. Let’s be honest, which young guy hasn’t wanted to try an older woman at least once. She was completely different from the women I had known up until then. Kind, empathetic, always smiling. Exactly the type of woman who greets you when you come home with a big smile and a good dose of positive energy. I got into the car with a little bit of nervousness and embarrassment.

In the hallway, it was my first meeting with an older woman who made a huge impression on me. The whole way I kept telling myself that I had to be a gentleman. No hints, just friendly chat. After arriving at the place, I park and noticed how impatiently she was waiting for me. She is beautiful, her hair beautifully styled, gently wavy. Black patterned stockings, knee-length skirt, nothing provocative, but still a delight for every man’s eyes. A white blouse that perfectly framed her body and breasts. But what caught my attention the most was her beautiful smile. That’s it, just get out and don’t make a fool of yourself. I park, turn off the engine and apply the handbrake. A deep breath and exhale, I have always been a bit of a stressor since I am partly an introvert. Although, as they say, quiet waters wash away the shores. I open the car door and get out. She walks towards me, hugs me, kisses me on the cheek and we introduce ourselves in person. When we arrived at the restaurant, I pulled out her chair and helped her sit down. I’ve always had the theory that you have to be attentive to women. We ordered food, something good to drink. When the waiter brought it to us, we talked without a moment’s pause. Everything went beautifully and spontaneously, the stress subsided and I was already at ease. She contributed to this to a large extent. The positive energy that emanated from her was incredible. I felt like we had known each other for years. During dinner, we discussed all possible and impossible topics. After dinner, we went for a walk. There were some fleeting touches but nothing serious. After about an hour and a half of walking, I went to see her home. We get in the car, and I ask her where I’m taking her. Not yet, honey, I’m comfortable with you after a long time. We chatted in the car for another two hours. Before we knew it, it was ten o’clock. I started the car and drove to her place of residence to see her home. When we arrived at her apartment building, I thought we would just say goodbye. Suddenly, she leaned in close to me, put her hand on my thigh, and kissed me. “You’re feeling a little nervous, relax a little,” she said. I had no experience with older women, so I was a little embarrassed. I had to muster up the courage, it was now or never. I grabbed the back of her head and started kissing her gently. But our lust was stronger and it turned into a passionate kiss. As if a person wanted to let out all the accumulated energy and spicy thoughts that he had kept locked away in his head until now. His hand moved slowly. Lower down my neck, over my breasts. Beautiful natural ones, wrapped around my blouse. That’s exactly the time when you turn off your mind and do everything intuitively. Without thinking. I don’t even know how and my hand was already wandering under her skirt, the erotic suffocation could be cut off. The shy guy who had doubts about how to behave with an older woman suddenly became a man who knows what he wants. Her sighs broke it in me. I was very impressed with how he enjoyed it.

Her body was shaking with excitement and it was starting to get me more and more. I didn’t recognize myself. Suddenly she said “Enough, we can’t do that. The neighbors might see us.” I understood, she was a high school teacher, so she couldn’t afford such things. “Let’s go to my place”, she said. I didn’t hesitate for a second, at that moment I knew that we both wanted it and even the slightest hint of doubt on my part disappeared. We couldn’t get enough of kissing in the elevator, the journey to the 11th floor went by very quickly. She unlocks the door, invites me in. As soon as we woke up, we threw ourselves at each other like teenagers. Foreplay in the hallway. I leaned her against the wall with her body, and started kissing her neck and ear. She sighed beautifully, gently pressing her ass against my penis. “So it’s beautifully ready, I can feel it”. She put out her hand and squeezed it tightly. And how did it turn out?