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Drops of desire

Finally, after the heat, the rain came…Tesa loved when the drops touched her body…she looked up at the sky and let them fall on her face…she was wearing a white tank top and nothing else underneath, except for her beautiful breasts…the tank top quickly soaked up the drops…she was already wearing it tight, her nipples were exposed and shining through…and you, yes you noticed it…you came after her…she was already all wet…you hugged her from behind, you kissed her neck, she immediately felt a rush of excitement…chills appeared on her tanned skin…she turned to you…she looked into your blue eyes and you started kissing…your tongues understood each other as soon as they first met…Tesa grabbed your lower lip, between her teeth…you liked it…like everything…you couldn’t resist her…she always knew how to surprise you with something…and Sex with her was great…it wasn’t always the same and in the same place…you experimented…you tried new things…do you remember when she pulled you into a booth in the shopping mall and gave you a quick blowjob?…then she swallowed so you wouldn’t leave a trace…did you get excited by the feeling that you might get caught…or in the park, you lay down on the grass and you gave it to each other raw?, nice from behind?…she sighed.

Drops ..

You pulled her hair…then you leaned her against a tree, knelt down and licked her until she orgasmed…her legs were giving way…but you still wanted to continue and fingered her properly…oh, those memories, they will never go away…like now, it’s raining on you…you have sparks in your eyes…and you’re thinking about how you’re going to share it…you laid her on the table in the gazebo…you took off her panties…and you played with her little shell…you left her in that wet tank top, she was a beautiful sight…you unbuttoned your panties, he was already pushing you, he wanted to be inside her…Tesa sat on the edge of the table, ran her hand through your blond hair, kissed you and you slowly inserted it…it felt very good there…her little thing received him with a squeeze…and only in and out to the tip of the glans…gently without thrusting…and you made out…sometimes it can be beautiful even without hard sex…Tesa stretched out on the table, still panting, you sat down next to her on the bench…you searched her belly…you knew exactly what to do…you moved in…you immediately put her face against the wall and shoved him into her…but it was different…you thrust in…she squirted cum, you squeezed her breasts until she had your finger prints on them…it was getting close, you quickly pulled it out, she knelt down, took it in her mouth and sucked you to climax…and you made out in her mouth as a reward…you wiped the corners of her mouth with your finger and licked it…you adored this about her…not a drop to spare…

Me, my wife, my friend and porn

The evening started innocently. My wife invited her friend over for a glass of wine, just like that, after a long week. We sat together in the living room, laughing, talking about work, about stupid things, about things that one only shares in a safe circle. The atmosphere was relaxed, warm, the kind where people stop controlling themselves.

I switched the TV, just out of habit, and left the channel that was left there from the previous evening running. Something that normally everyone would have switched to immediately. But now… no one said anything. Instead of embarrassment, there was a silence that was strange — not uncomfortable, more like a charged one.

My friend laughed, that nervous laugh that gives away more than it should. She took a sip of her wine. “Did you leave that there on purpose?” she teased me. “No,” I replied, but something in the room had already changed. I replied that my wife and I like to watch porn as foreplay and make love to it by peeking at it while we’re making love to see what’s going on.

The wine, the atmosphere, the topics, the views — everything started to shift. Not towards physicality, but towards an openness that is dangerous in itself. People suddenly say things they wouldn’t otherwise say. They admit what they think. They reveal what they feel.

My wife looked at me differently. Not as a partner, but as someone she shared a secret with. My friend joined in the conversation, which gradually turned from casual to personal. About relationships. About boundaries. About what is allowed and what is just an imagination.


And then came the sentence that changed the whole evening.

“Do you think… that some boundaries are just in your head?” my friend said quietly.


My wife looked at her, then at me. And I felt that we were in a space where something big was being decided. Not about the body, but about trust. About what we are willing to admit, what we are willing to understand, what we are willing to admit to ourselves. My wife took my hand, pulled me closer and kissed me, but in a different way than usual. I noticed that she was watching porn on TV and then watching her friend. And she was kissing me. I started to like it, I was excited by the porn, but also by the fact that my friend was sitting there with us, watching and feeling it all the same. Suddenly I felt my wife put her hand under my shirt and start circling my nipples with her fingers. I was extremely excited, which my wife knew very well. We were relaxed, and I felt my wife pull my shirt down over my head. I raised my hands and it was gone. She started kissing my nipples, playing with them, and kept glancing at my friend and at the porn, as if she wanted to copy what she was seeing in it. She decided to go further and pulled down my shorts and underpants, and in front of my wife and her friend, my penis shot up like a rocket. She grabbed it in my hand and started jerking it off. She played with it, pulling my foreskin over the glans and checking what was happening in the porn, where my friend also looked, who had her eyes averted from what she was seeing a meter away and on TV. My wife bent down and took it into my mouth. She started to suck it off me and I automatically went to her tits with my hands and pulled her T-shirt and bra down and squeezed them and pulled her nipples. I moved my hand to her leggings and went under them to her ass and lower, to her pussy. I could already feel that she was all ready. I put my finger in there and started to tease her. I watched in disbelief as my friend tried to grab herself in the crotch and also by her breasts so that it wouldn’t be visible, to know what she was doing.

My friend sat closer. Not in a touch, but in an expression. “I’ve never had an evening where I felt so… free,” she said.

And I understood that this is not about a threesome. It is about three people discovering at once that their relationships are not as strong as they thought. That there are desires that are not expressed physically, but in words. That there are boundaries that can be crossed without a single touch. At that moment, I took off all the remaining clothes from my wife, put her on her back on the couch, and started making love to her in front of my friend. I was watching porn and fucking my wife and looking at my friend in front of me. She couldn’t take it anymore. She started squeezing her own breasts, teasing herself. She became bolder at what she saw and put one hand in her pants and the other under her shirt. When my wife noticed this, she urged her not to be shy, that she should take it off, that she would feel better, and my friend, as if hypnotized, obeyed her and took her clothes off. She put one leg on the couch so that I had her pussy about 40 cm from my face and she fingered herself while looking at the two of us and the porn. My wife just laughed and grabbed her leg, which was on the floor by the couch. It was incredible everything around me. I pulled out of my wife and wanted her to come from behind. So her face was right next to my friend’s pussy and when I started entering her from behind, she grabbed her inner thighs with her hands. After about a minute or two, I grabbed my wife by the hair and forcibly pushed her head onto my friend’s pussy. We all knew exactly what I wanted. Obediently, my wife started kissing and licking her and started fingering her in between. My wife was doing exactly what happened in porn. My wife was already touching my friend’s tits with her hand and that turned me on a lot. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment. But I was in a state of mute amazement when I found out that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. My wife was already breathing shallowly and quickly, and I could feel her pussy contracting into a spasm, which was a signal that it would be any moment, but my friend was probably experiencing the same thing, who had already rolled her eyes and was just waiting for her to whistle it all off too. The second I grabbed my friend’s tits was the last straw, the trigger for her orgasm. She shot into the sky and in the fading spasm she just threw herself onto her back and stayed lying with her legs spread on the couch and I grabbed my wife by the hair and lifted her head from her pussy and increased my thrusts into her. After a while, my wife also made herself in front of me and I continued on to my destination.

My wife was holding my puffy ass so I could cum, but I had a better idea. I pulled out of her before I could climax, moved my knees over my friend, who I grabbed by the hair, lifted her head, which she didn’t expect, and to her great surprise, I wanted to put my penis in her mouth, but I didn’t have time, so I left the entire dose of my hot cum on her face and watched her open her mouth wide in shock from what had just happened, where my cum flowed.

And when the evening was over, none of us knew exactly what had happened. Only that nothing would ever be quite the same.

When there was a desire but no place to go.

We were both horny and knew that the only thing we wanted and needed was to stretch. It wasn’t possible at home, but the desire was greater. We wanted an hour and we were going, but for how long, for 3 hours… You went there to see me, I was already waiting for you. Since we had relatively little time, you thought it would take a while before we jumped on each other… You came, I opened the door, you looked at me and smiled, we both knew what we wanted, I gave you my hand and took you inside, I closed the door and leaned you against it. You were looking at me and waiting to see what would happen, I took off your coat, your nipples were erect and you could see that you weren’t wearing a bra, we started kissing, you still thought it was just that, that nothing would happen, but the moment I turned you around and leaned your face against the door you knew that it wouldn’t take long and your wet pussy would be dripping with excitement. When I turned you around, I put my hand between your legs, you had a skirt on and under it only your nylons and nothing under them. I spread your legs and grabbed you, I stroked you through the nylons for a while and then I tore them open and started licking you. I held your hips with my hands and pressed you against my tongue so that I could lick you from your clitoris to your anus. As your breathing quickened, it was clear that you were horny and you felt the same way about me licking you, I stood up and turned you to face me. I grabbed your neck and we started kissing, I stopped for a moment, put two fingers in your mouth so you could lick them and then we continued kissing, my hand slid to your clitoris, after a moment I pushed them inside you and kept them pushed in and I only moved the tips of my fingers.

With my other hand I teased your nipples to your heart’s content. I was horny and I needed to get it in. I turned you around to face the door again. There was a mirror on the wall next to you, you were looking in it to see what was going to happen. I grabbed both of your hands, put them behind your back, you stuck your ass out at me and I pushed it in. For a moment I just stayed pushed in completely deep without moving. Then I started moving, you were looking at me through the mirror and I at you, I started thrusting slowly but deeply, I gradually accelerated, I grabbed your hips and started thrusting harder, you leaned against the door with your hands, you could see from me that I was horny and that I couldn’t hold this in for much longer. You pulled away, you moaned and started to suck me, I started breathing fast and it was clear that I was going to cum in a moment…

A motorcycling encounter with a redheaded nymphomaniac.

We knew each other for a while, even just through texting, but we both knew that we were the right nut for each other. Me, an eternally horny, empathetic man with a sparkle in his eye and she, a blue-eyed redhead, a nymphomaniac with full natural cleavage, who just asks to be treated by my hands and with the overall radiating word SEX from every pore of her body. We both love motorbikes and it is a kind of aphrodisiac for both of us. The smell of gasoline, burnt rubber and the feeling of freedom multiplies the excitement that is between us and there is nothing around. But in a nice way. We agreed to meet at a motorbike race, which we would each go to alone. Me completely alone and she with her ex-partner, who would not be an obstacle at all to me making her a toy for the passionate fucking that we both want and especially need. It wasn’t hard to find her, because her appearance attracts attention that is often not even worth it. Curly red hair and azure blue eyes are impossible to miss in any crowd. I tend to blend in with the crowd even though I stand out with my height. When I saw her, my heart rate quickened and I felt a twinge in my chest, because she was exactly as I had imagined. I just watched her for a while and voluntarily tormented myself by delaying the touches that would occur when we were in close proximity. Our eyes met and I knew that it was good, because in the first second the chemistry was undeniable and a physical connection was only a matter of time. The place was no problem for me and I would have easily dragged her there in front of all those people and boasted that everyone could watch, only I could fuck her hard in all possible ways and she would be an adequately skilled opponent for me. We met in person for the first time and when I saw the company she was in, it was immediately clear to me that it wouldn’t last long and they wouldn’t even remember who they were or who was with them or who was missing them, so I would be able to take her away. She was even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Tight leather pants shaped her legs and ass and a black tank top showed what a perfect shape a woman’s breasts can have after one child. Simply a perfect milf-nymphomaniac.

People were having fun around me, the music was playing loudly, but in my head her voice and the flow of thoughts were louder, just to be alone with her. We sat next to each other and I took advantage of what I know from her that she was attracted to her. I stroked her thigh and she naturally flinched, but she didn’t resist. Quite the opposite… she smiled and her legs relaxed and her knees moved apart as if she immediately wanted my touches to be bolder. I stroked her from her knee, up the inner side of her thigh, higher and higher until my little finger touched her crotch. At that, she looked at me, smiled and pushed her hair back, which was a sign that I could also caress her neck. That was grist for my mill. My lips touched her neck and her natural scent seemed to me like red paint to a bull. It didn’t take long, she grabbed my hand and stood up. We went for a walk around the campsite, where we all had cars. I held her around the shoulders and she bit her lower lip while we did it. We came to my Africa and I didn’t expect anything but a positive answer to my invitation to go for a ride. We went up the hill behind the village, where the meeting was taking place, and we lay down on the sleeping mat. Kisses and mutual desire played on both of us, like a long-term loving couple who know everything about each other and especially what each other wants. I couldn’t wait to see her perfect breasts, which were completely to my taste. After she pushed me away firmly, it was clear to me that I would have to earn it. I swear I don’t know where she pulled out a small tasseled whip from and firmly told me to turn around. Naturally I did it and felt the first stinging blow on my ass which was felt only for a second, but what she did to us I would wish on everyone. Another followed and another and another, she grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she skillfully unzipped my pants from behind and pulled them down. I helped her with them and got on all fours. She first ran her fingers and nails over my ass, which must have already shown signs of red, she patted me and the blows of the whip began to become more intense, but it didn’t bother me, quite the opposite. The sighs that came from her mouth spoke louder than words that she liked it. She stopped and grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she took my cock in her hands and started to slowly chase it with a glove with exposed knuckles. That turned me on incredibly. She grabbed me from behind by the shoulders, I turned around and told me that if I could look at myself for a while, I would get a reward. For me, a “visual gourmet”, it was no problem. She took off her tank top, under which she had no underwear, just those perfect breasts that I strive for all evening and started playing with them, drooling her fingers and circling the hard nipples that she pulled from time to time. Inside I was burning with the desire to join in but I wanted the reward that they promised me. She kept looking into my eyes while she was playing with herself like this. She unbuttoned and took off her pants, spread her legs wide in front of me and spread her lips. After inserting two fingers inside, I silently begged her to put them in my mouth, so that I could feel her taste..but she put them in hers and then kissed me. Passionately at the end with a bite of my lips. She sucked me and I lay on my back. From the lips she moved downwards and played with my nipples so precisely that I had a problem not to cum, because I love it and it is incredibly irritating for me. She sucked, bit, licked and smiled at what she was doing to me. She went lower and I understood that the reward for my perseverance was her perfect deep blowjob with everything that every man dreams of. She grabbed my balls and played with my mini perfectly, as if she was somewhere in my soul and knew exactly what I wanted.

My cock went all the way into her mouth and rhythmically with the help of her hand she rode it with her lips, from top to bottom, from top to bottom, all the way to the root, while still massaging my balls. She couldn’t learn that, she simply had to have it inside her. And she enjoyed it a lot, maybe more than I did. She mounted me and I felt the warm and wet pussy of a perfect nymphomaniac on it. She rode me and enjoyed every thrust while moaning loudly, she sat down and circled me as if she wanted to tear it off, but that didn’t bother me, on the contrary, I played with her breasts, twisted her nipples and twisted them more and more intensely. Her loud sighs indicated that she was exactly where she wanted to be. She got off my cock and put her wet tasty pussy on my face and I could lick it in the position I like best. I licked her and she determined for herself how she wanted to be on my stubble, which I have on my face. She stood up and sat on my dick so that I had her hard ass in front of my face, I took the whip in my hand, which she used to treat me at the beginning and I gave her the same pleasure on her ass during the hard thrusting, which she regulated herself. When my climax was approaching, she obediently got off and took it in her mouth and finished me with a perfect oral, during which I came into her mouth. She swallowed everything and even put everything in her mouth with a finger from her face and lips. I got a passionate kiss, let me know how I taste myself. When she lay down next to me on my shoulder and we were just so quiet and processing it inside ourselves, we started to laugh spontaneously and felt like two crazy teenagers.

Dinner with a surprise

I just relax, lie down, finally some peace, a few hours of rest. The TV is on, but as always they don’t show anything, but I switch it until you come, then we’ll talk, so I’ll hold out until then. I finally hear you come in, I go to meet you because I couldn’t wait to be together. After a short greeting, you just tell me with a smile that you’re running to the shower because it’s been a hard day, and I’ll make us a simple dinner for now. While I’m rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, I only hear the rustling of water from the bathroom. When it quiets down, I just start putting dinner on the table, and I think about what plan we’ll make for the evening. You surprise me from my thoughts with a knock at the door. I turn around – and I see that you’ve figured out the plan for today. You’re standing in the doorway, freshly showered, wearing only a camisole, panties, and stockings. You know very well how such combinations affect me, and my blood circulation in my body suddenly changes. But I immediately got the idea that it shouldn’t be that simple… first I’ll enjoy looking at you, I like to enjoy such moments, such a view of you is beautiful. You start to approach me like a cat and twirl around me, but I hug you from behind, kiss your neck… and sit you down to dinner. You look at me incomprehensibly, but I’ve decided that dinner is important, and I want to enjoy how you’ll be sitting at the table with me so beautifully (un)dressed, so that I can enjoy it with my eyes too. And so we start dinner, we talk about how the day was, I feast my eyes on you, but you can’t, and under the table you stroke my leg with your stockinged foot. But only sometimes, for a moment, because you know it makes me feel electrified, even though I try not to show it, as if we were eating in the best restaurant. Me in normal clothes, you in sexy, seductive lingerie… paradoxical, but ultimately erotic. You move a little, and suddenly your panties appear in your hand, hanging from your index finger. You hand them to me, and as I take them in my palm, I feel your moisture, which they have soaked in. However, I still control my passions, I want to delay it, even though I see that you would immediately throw yourself at me, or get angry. But luckily you know me, and you wait to see what happens.

The darkness, just a little lighting at the table, all of that adds to the atmosphere. We talk for a while longer, and suddenly my teaspoon falls to the floor. Accidentally? No one knows, but I bend down, but more than necessary. Under the table, I’m suddenly at your legs, which you have gently apart. I gently pull them even further apart, I’m on my knees, I can only smell your scent from the shower mixed with the scent of your longed-for wet shell. I stroke your legs in stockings with my hands and savor the part where they end and the soft skin on your thighs begins. I can’t see you because I’m under the table, I can only feel how tight your skin is, how goosebumps form on your thighs when I touch them. I grab your legs so that you understand that you should move forward a little on the chair, so that you are only on the edge, so that I can get to your little one better. I run my tongue from your knee up higher, slowly enjoying the feeling, there is no rush. I run through the stocking to the skin, and then slowly higher and higher, until I feel the warmth of your shell. I move to the other knee, and repeat my journey up the leg again. Now that I am approaching the source of heat, smell and moisture, I run my tongue up the shaved mound with only a fine strip of hair, which I run from top to bottom, and which directs me to the other strip, which is, however, open, moist, soft. I just want you to sit and enjoy it, just as I enjoy you. I move my tongue down the strip, from the hair to the bottom, and back up again, parting your veils so I can have better access, and with the tip of my tongue I slowly move all over the shell, play with the peas up, go to the well, into which I go as deep as possible with my tongue, suck on it, I want to drink all the juice. I gently play with the veils, suck them, lick them, move to the thigh to return to the juice. I gently go to the bottom, lick all the juice that is slowly flowing out of you. But then I put a finger to your hole, moisten it in it, add a second one so that both are quite wet, and insert them inside. As I lick it, I enjoy the taste, softness and warmth, and at the same time, I run my fingers inside you, pressing myself against it, that softness, I feel it pressing against me so that you can really feel them inside you. Every time I press inside in front, I feel it squeezing you, and I enjoy the sighs that I hear from above, even though I can’t see you. You spread your legs so that I can get to you well, with my fingers and tongue and lips, I walk my tongue all the way to my fingers, and I gently enter it inside, while I massage you from the inside with my fingers. You start to add thrusts, you press yourself against me, and I feel your climax approaching.

You don’t want to, but I won’t let you stop, I stroke you from the inside, I lick you from the outside, and the juice flows out of you all the way to your ass, and suddenly it comes to you. You sigh loudly, you grab my head, I lick you and press you from the inside, and I feel the contractions with which you squeeze my fingers, I feel the juice that flows directly from you, I slow down but I still massage you slowly and more gently with my fingers and tongue and lips. You slowly release the grip on my head, your thighs slowly pull away from me, because when you entered, you pressed me with them, as if you wanted to crush my head, you stroke my hair, and I’m happy how I managed to play out tonight in the main role with you. I sit down at the table again, to see the beautiful thing that was sitting there before, with an even more beautiful expression on your face and sparkles in your eyes…

Endless Silence of a Summer Night

The summer night was shifting into its second half, but the city refused to fall asleep. From the fountain, they headed towards the old city park, which was completely quiet at this hour. The unlit lamps on the side paths gave way to the moonlight, which filtered through the crowns of old linden trees and drew silver patterns on the ground.

They walked slowly, their shoes rustling quietly in the gravel. The air was still incredibly warm, but an occasional breeze brought the freshness of the coming morning.

“Do you remember our first meeting?” she asked softly, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked.

“How could I forget,” he smiled and held her tighter around the shoulders. “It was exactly this kind of warm summer. Except back then, I was so nervous that I accidentally spilled coffee on your sneakers.”

“That’s true,” she laughed with a soft, ringing laugh that echoed through the empty park. “But that’s exactly why I remembered you.”

They stopped by a wooden bench under a massive oak tree. Instead of sitting down, they stood close to each other. All the rush, responsibilities, and stress of the past work week were definitively gone. In that moment, only the present existed.

He took her other hand in his and began to dance with her slowly on the spot, without any music. It was just a simple movement back and forth, guided by the rhythm of their own breath. She looked at him, and her eyes showed absolute trust and peace.

When the dance stopped, he drew her closer. Their lips met again in a long, deep kiss that spoke louder than a thousand words. It held all the tenderness they felt for each other, melted into one perfect Friday night. They knew they had two full days of the weekend ahead of them, but in this second, it was enough just to have each other.

Tantra massage with an amateur.

I’ve always loved massages. That feeling when you stop dealing with life and don’t notice anything but the skillful hands of the masseur.

But this time I didn’t want a classic relaxing massage. I wanted to try something new. So after a few days of thinking, I placed an ad here on amateurs.

I knew I wasn’t looking for just anyone. Someone who thinks that massage is just a series of touches and then fucks. I wasn’t looking for that kind of person. I was looking for someone who can create a space, an atmosphere and knows what they’re doing.

After a few messages, I chose one. We agreed on a date and I got a few recommendations that should make my experience more intense.

I wasn’t supposed to masturbate for at least 2 days before, I was supposed to come washed, clean-shaven, without deodorant, perfume, even with only light makeup.

I traveled a few kilometers to find the masseur. Upon arrival, we sat down and talked for a few minutes. No interrogation, just casual conversation to put our minds at ease.

Then we went into the room where everything was ready for the massage. We started with simple breathing exercises. Slow inhales, long deep exhales. My shoulders dropped, my head went quiet. He gradually began to strip me naked. I closed my eyes and felt the tension and sense of control disappear from me.

And that’s when I understood that this wouldn’t just be about the massage.

He washed me all over with a warm towel, and then poured warm, very nice-smelling oil on me. Nothing happened quickly. Each movement had its own pace. Several times I found myself smiling. That strange feeling of satisfaction when body and thoughts stop going against each other.

The first orgasm didn’t take long to come.

And then came the next one…… and more intense….. wet. Various emotions were mixing inside me, I laughed out loud, my body trembled and I wanted to cry. I realized how unusual it was to be the center of attention without anything being expected of me.

I left home feeling lighter, calmer… still pleasantly greasy and smelling of oil. With the feeling that I had not actually discovered anything scandalous. Just a new way to stop for a moment and feel good about myself.

Unknown from the night train

I was traveling on the night express from Budapest to Prague. The compartment was narrow, lit only by a faint blue light above the beds. When I entered, she was already there. She was sitting by the window in thin night shorts and a loose T-shirt, her hair loose and her eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the glass. She was about thirty, with beautiful lips and a neck that I immediately imagined under my own mouth. “Good evening,” I said quietly and closed the door behind me. She smiled only at the corner of her mouth, as if she knew that this night would not be ordinary. I put my things away and lay down on my bed opposite her. The train started moving, and the rhythmic rocking slowly brought us together. We talked about nothing important, but her voice was warm and a little hoarse.

Every word penetrated my skin. When the headlights went out, only the blue remained, making her face even softer. I felt the air between us heat up. Her foot touched mine at every opportunity. First by accident. Then on purpose. When I leaned over to get water, her fingers briefly ran down my forearm. It was just a short, gentle trace, but it was enough to make my heart beat faster. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered after a moment. “Neither can I,” I replied, looking straight into her eyes. I saw the same burning desire in them that I felt. I slowly stood up and sat on the edge of her bed. Our knees were touching. I placed my hand on her thigh, right where her shorts ended. Her skin was velvety and hot. I ran my fingers up, very slowly, watching her breathing change. When I reached the edge of her panties, I stopped and let her feel how much I wanted her. Her lips parted in a soft sigh. I leaned closer until I could feel her warm breath on my mouth. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered. She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she grabbed my neck and pulled me close. Our lips connected in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue was sweet and curious. I ran my hands up her sides, under her shirt, until I found her breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive now. When I gently squeezed them between my fingers, she moaned right into my mouth. The sound almost drove me crazy. The train rocked harder. I slowly laid down on top of her. Her legs spread apart and wrapped around my hips. I could feel her wet shell through the thin fabric. I pulled her shorts down with my fingers and touched her exactly where she was most ready.

She was so wet, so warm, and so smooth that I had to close my eyes to control myself. “Please,” she whispered in my ear, her voice full of need. I slowly entered her. Inch by inch. I wanted her to feel every bit of my desire. When I was all inside her, I paused for a moment, letting her get used to me. Then I began to move my hips in the rhythm of the train. Deeply. Slowly. Then faster. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans turned into soft screams, drowned out by the roar of the wheels. I held her hips and penetrated her again and again, feeling her tighten around me, her body fighting for more. When she reached her climax, she fluttered in my hands like a butterfly. Her insides gripped me in sweet spasms. The feeling was so intense that I couldn’t control myself anymore. With a deep groan, I squirted into her as the train continued its dark journey through the night. In the morning, when I woke up, her bed was empty. Only the scent of her body remained in the air and a small piece of paper on the pillow. “Thank you for the most beautiful night of my life. I will never know your name. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.” I smiled into the void and touched my lips to the place where her head had been a moment ago. Some desires are sweetest when they remain a secret forever.

A mysterious maze

While surfing the Internet, my girlfriend and I found an interesting ad on an erotic website called “Mysterious Maze”. There were no further details written there, only that it was a group sexual experience. It was driving us crazy, our fantasies were working wildly, especially during our lovemaking, and we always exchanged our ideas about what it could be, this mysterious maze… We decided to try it and signed up for the next available date. We were so eager that it added a spark to our sexual games, which suddenly became more intense and creative – our tension was growing every day.

Finally, the long-awaited D-day arrived. We had been nervous since morning, but somehow pleasantly, we were terribly curious. Right after waking up, we had a quickie in bed and another one in the garden near our house in the afternoon, we almost demolished the tool shed… In the evening, we arrived at the given address, at the large building. It really looked mysterious. We were greeted by a pretty lady, in seductively sexy clothes, the right atmosphere was created already at the entrance door… She took us to her other pleasant colleagues, with whom we had registered, and started explaining to us what awaited us. We listened eagerly to her, but at the same time we were a little surprised that we were completely alone there. “Here is a cabin, put your things there and there is a shower right next to it,” she began. “When I challenge you, you will enter a maze and your task will be to find a way out of it,” she continued, “you can go together or split up, it’s up to you,” she concluded her speech in a captivating voice, but we were still slightly embarrassed. “And that’s all?” my friend and I whispered, a little disappointed. Our expectations were much higher, because the ad was about a group sexual experience… “Here, some tokens,” the lady added, handing each of us a thin belt with two small pockets and indicating that we should then wear it around our bodies. That surprised us even more. Why the tokens? She didn’t tell us complete information about this entire mysterious event, and she knew very well why – from the moment we entered the building, we had become part of an exciting game…

In the shower, we both undressed and slipped into the shower. This whole mysterious introduction aroused in us a sparkling and enchanting tension of what lay ahead. We were a little afraid of it, but at the same time it irresistibly attracted us. Under the streams of water, we began to hug and caress our bodies, trembling with anticipation, our excitement grew into mutual masturbation. We made each other, so we at least shook off the tension a little, which quickly seized us again after the words: “Come on, let’s get started,” came from the lady outside. So we got out of the shower, naked and surrendered. “Please, come in,” the lady invited us and pointed to the red door with some kind of symbol. “Then let whatever happens, whatever is meant to happen,” we said to each other. I noticed that my friend was almost afraid, so I grabbed her hand tightly and… we went inside.

The door slammed shut behind us quickly and we stood there frozen in place. We found ourselves in complete darkness, so dark that we couldn’t even see the darkness… We didn’t know what to do, we just held hands and waited to see what would happen. Soon, a female voice came from somewhere – I think it was the pretty lady who introduced us here: “Welcome to our maze. You are part of a group of ten women and ten men. Your task is to get out of the maze, you have thirty minutes to do it. You will be in the dark from start to finish. You are not allowed to talk. Each of you has received tokens in your own color, you can reward the person you meet along the way with them – if you rate “super”, give them two tokens, if you rate “maybe”, give them one token, if you rate “not even in the dark”, no tokens at all. The five of you who get out of the maze the fastest will receive a special bonus. Sex is prohibited in the maze, and anyone who violates it will be eliminated. Then I will inform you about the next part of the event. You are welcome, you can begin,” the voice finished its speech. Only now did we all completely understand everything. We had no idea about the size and complexity of the maze, but there was no turning back…

My friend and I spontaneously decided to split up, go our separate ways, and then talk about our experiences. I kissed her for encouragement and handed her over to the darkness. I started my own journey, but I didn’t know what to do… I couldn’t see anything, I could only hear people breathing around me. Unknown people. After a few steps, I bumped into someone – it was a man, taller and more muscular than me, I accidentally ran into his hanging penis with my hand. He was bigger than me, it wasn’t completely uncomfortable, but I would rather have bumped into the opposite sex – I compared, but I still kept the tokens in my pocket. I continued my steps full of uncertainty. I heard some whispering mixed with a quiet smacking, the lips of the two of them must have pressed together, but whose mouths were they? My hand suddenly gently bumped into some figure, I immediately recognized it as a woman by the soft skin – well, that looks better now… I carefully felt her hips and gently hugged her. Her hands didn’t idle either and started to walk over my body – she felt my chest and headed lower, where my comforter was already starting to come out to meet her. She grabbed him tightly and started to explore, the stranger’s touches started to give me chills and my penis started to throb. I reached for her ass, then her pussy and gradually my palms climbed up to her breasts. They were bigger, but she wasn’t too excited yet, after all the evening had just begun. I guessed she was a pretty nice milf, she had a nicely rounded figure. I felt her breath, we kissed gently, I liked her pleasant lips. I could imagine the continuation of the story, her disobedient hand down there probably too, but we had to continue on our journey – I gave her two tokens, she only gave me one, she probably expected more… Never mind, I liked it.

I moved on. The attractive scent of vanilla and jasmine began to spread in the space, muted ambient music began to play. The atmosphere was noticeably erotic… As I wandered through the darkness, I sometimes bumped into a wall, sometimes into an unknown figure, and several times we just brushed against each other, without closer contact. I knew that I should collect tokens, although I still had no idea why. So I started to stretch my arms out to grab someone. And… here’s another candidate. According to my manual research, she’s probably a young woman, almost a girl, with a slimmer figure and cute, palm-sized breasts. My girlfriend has these lures in almost the ideal size, but I also have experience with smaller ones from the inside and I like them. Such two soft, pleasant toys. Her nipples were erect, she must have already experienced hers today. I wanted to feel her ass, but she beat me to it, quickly squatted down and suddenly I felt my half-softened member in her mouth. Ugh, what a surprise… She started moving, but I didn’t let her for long, I didn’t want to come now and besides, I didn’t know if they would consider this sex or not – I wanted to finish this whole evening. I lifted her up and pointed my hand between her thighs – when I started fingering her and circling her button, she moaned a little muffled. I would have liked to continue, but… I gave her two, she didn’t give me the token. I know, she wanted to give me something else, I admit that under other circumstances I wouldn’t have interrupted, she seemed like a good lover, passionate and horny, but I had other goals ahead of me now.

I had no idea where I actually was in the maze, how far I had already traveled and how much more I still had to walk to get to the exit. I occasionally noticed small glowing signs on the walls, showing the right direction, I tried to follow them. My eyes had gotten used to the darkness and I could see my surroundings a little more clearly, but it still wasn’t enough – suddenly there was a bump… A man with an erect penis. Well, I can’t avoid it, there are plenty of them here. I didn’t really want to get into any action, he probably did, because he started groping me quite casually, I suddenly felt his hand, with which he immediately started working on all my stuff – I’m not bi, I’m into women, but I left him for a while, let him enjoy himself… To signal him that it was enough, I grabbed his dick and gave it a few thrusts. I got two tokens from him, I preferred to keep mine. I tore myself away from this unusual experience for me and headed towards the place where the polyphonic sounds were coming from – it had to be at least three women together. I would have liked to watch a lesbian show, but now it was impossible, not only because of the darkness, but they were so absorbed in themselves that they probably wouldn’t even let me near them – sighs, quiet slurping, skin rubbing, sucking… They were enjoying that, I would have showered them with chips, but I really didn’t want to disturb them.

A little disappointed, I continued to find my way to the exit door from the maze. I met a few more individuals, both women and men, I collected and handed over some token gifts, I got to know a few more little ones, buttocks, breasts and graceful curves, but also penises, erect and hanging, in return they really grabbed me, from face to limb to ass. The dark space around me was full of quiet to unrecognizable sounds, rustling, sighs, sucking, I didn’t even have time to really perceive it all. One of those encounters, however, will probably stay in my memory forever… Around one of the bends, I suddenly bumped into a girl. She was a little scared, so I immediately hugged her and tried to calm her down. However, my restless hands began their exploratory mission a moment later – I stroked her face, moved over her neck to her chest, where I found two tender and soft mounds, which I gently massaged along with her nipples, moved over her belly and sides to her nicely shaped butt… I was already starting to suspect something. I stroked her thighs up to her legs and quickly returned to the place I had bypassed so far – her pussy was wet, and when I touched her clitoris, everything was clear to me and her scent only confirmed my suspicion. Meanwhile, her tender hands were also exploring my body with their touches, and when she reached my handsome man, she almost immediately let go of him and we both met in our surprise… “Hello,” I whispered. “Well, that’s a coincidence,” she answered me with a hint of muffled laughter. Yes, she was my girlfriend. We found each other even in the dark and I think it was no coincidence – we were simply drawn together by our love and deep connection. We kissed, long and passionately, and presented each other with two tokens in this game. Something incredible…

We somehow felt that we were approaching the end of the maze, so we stayed together and continued, holding hands. Our attention was drawn to other interesting sounds, and quite loud ones, coming from a side corner. “Oh, someone is going to be disqualified here,” I whispered to my friend, because those sounds were made by a couple passionately indulging in unbridled sex. Their moans and thrusts were even more exciting in the darkness, echoing throughout the space – I remembered our quickies with my friend today and from her rapid breathing I recognized that she felt the same way. We both would have loved to join them, but in the distance we could already see the exit from this incredibly sensual maze and, as we later understood, this final scene was just a hint of what was to await us after we got out…

We made it to the top five and both won a bonus – we got a few extra tokens on top of the ones we had collected along the way. We both had quite a lot of them, but my girlfriend beat me to it. There was still time before the others came out of the maze, so we settled down comfortably and started talking about the most interesting encounters we had had inside. My girlfriend told me a few spicy things, I observed her beautiful body and sensed signs of her excitement, but I also had something to talk about… Our verbal tickling was interrupted by the pretty lady who had introduced us to this whole game at the beginning. “Please pay attention,” she announced, “I will introduce you to the next part of our event.” Only now did we both fully realize that the room was filled with naked people, the ones we had met inside. Finally, we all saw each other in the light and it was clear that our fantasies were working at full speed – we guessed who we were actually bumping into in the dark and our touches began to materialize on individual figures… The atmosphere was starting to take on a really strong erotic charge.

“We counted the colorful tokens you received from the other participants and now we will rank you in order of popularity from one to ten, women and men separately. Please stand facing each other,” the lady asked us and started the ranking – I was fourth among the men, my girlfriend finished third among the women, not a bad result, we smiled at each other. Oddly enough, all the participants were standing there, so no one was eliminated because of the forbidden sex inside the maze, they were probably just testing our courage… It was a bit strange to observe these two rows of people, a crowd of penises almost in line, and on the other side a parade of breasts and triangles between the legs, of various sizes and shapes, it was quite an interesting interlude. “Now form a pair with the person standing across from you,” came a somewhat unexpected instruction from the lady. I looked there – there stood a forty-something, a brunette with a slightly plump, but pretty figure with graceful curves, three-inch breasts beautifully rounded, she also turned her quite good round ass to me, between her thighs was the attractive object of my interest… She was also watching me – her eyes were mainly directed downwards and looked for a long time, the hint of a smile on her face indicated to me quite satisfaction. We approached each other, hugged each other by the shoulders and kissed each other gently in greeting, her soft lips tasted great. While we were waiting for further instructions, I also noticed my friend – she got a taller young man, quite athletic, with a rather large dick, quite a nice guy. Well, let her enjoy herself, I gave her my lustful look from a distance. “The one in your pair who has given away more of their own tokens to other people has the right to determine your next joint program. Your partner must fulfill this wish of yours. However, if you do not insist on it, the continuation of this event is up to your mutual agreement. You also have draw cards with various tasks at your disposal, and gentlemen, here are the condoms,” the lady finished the script for this game. “You can go to the rooms together, whatever you like, you have one hour to yourselves,” she finally invited us.

So we went to the room – it was large, with tables, armchairs and two large beds, separated by a screen. My girlfriend quickly pulled her counterpart after us, and so our couples found themselves in the same room together. Pleasant soft light, red curtains, captivating delicate scent, quiet calm music – the atmosphere was ready, all we had to do was immerse ourselves in it together… My milf and I sipped champagne and started the attractive tension full of anticipation. “This is my second time here, this time without my husband,” she confided in me, “I really liked it last time, so I wanted to try it again,” her pleasant voice sounded determined. “This is my first time here, we discovered it together with my girlfriend, there she is,” I pointed behind the screen. “Really, is that your girlfriend? And does she mind that you are here with me now?” she gave me a curious look, but there was also something passionate and spicy in it. “No, we chose it together, even though we didn’t quite know what we were getting into… We take it as a change, we’re not jealous. And she’s not alone there either,” I laughed to lighten up these moments. The air between us began to vibrate strangely. Was it just air, or…?

We sat down on the bed. “You have the right to choose the program. But I want to really enjoy this hour,” I teased her teasingly. “That’ll wait, let’s start with these joke cards, a little play won’t hurt,” this time the look in her green captivating eyes was challenging. I pulled out the first one: ‘give your partner five kisses in different places’. I leaned over to her and started to fulfill the task, but only lightly so far – the neck, one breast from the side, the navel, the thigh and the last kiss was directed at the cheek… I deliberately avoided the most sensitive places. It obviously took effect, she closed her eyes, I could feel her breath. “Now I,” she said quietly: ‘massage your partner’s shoulders for two minutes’. She knelt behind me and hugged me. She caressed my chest from behind, pressed her soft breasts against my back, her soft skin sent a wave of delicate shivers through my body… She breathed on my neck and began to massage my trembling shoulders. It lasted a short time, but I perceived it as an eternity. “Enough,” she suddenly interrupted her, but the spark between us intensified and it began to be visible on our bodies – erection, moistening, panting, chills, we both saw and felt it. I drew the next task: ‘give your partner a compliment that will excite her’. My girlfriend and I often flirted playfully like this, so I had something in stock: “Your body is like a forbidden book – I know I should read it slowly, but every page makes me want to continue voraciously…” She smiled seductively at me: “Go on then,” it sounded like an irresistible challenge. “But it’s your turn,” I whispered to her with a smile. “Okay,” she slowly pulled out another card: ‘let your partner give you a task according to his taste’. “As you wish, I’ll wait,” she leaned towards me and fixed her sparkling and shining eyes on me. “Do you know which number I like the most?” I accepted her eye game. “Sixty-nine,” I blinked. “Will it be enough for her?” I asked myself in my mind, “but it’s just the beginning,” I expected her reaction with a little uncertainty.

She came completely without a word. She uncompromisingly laid me on my back, with her wide-open hands she searched me from my shoulders over my chest to my thighs and stopped with her face above my already petrified penis, which was vehemently demanding attention. She didn’t wait for anything and greedily pulled it inside her. Her experienced mouth, sensual lips and tongue knew very well and exactly what they were doing. It was… wow. She slid her hands under my ass and directed her body with its tantalizing curves towards my head with a clear challenge – she offered me a direct view of her attractive valley of pleasure. She had it beautiful, shiny with moisture, tender and… inviting. She bent down and allowed me to open it. Only for me. My fingers on it began to play a melody in a crazy rhythm of passion and curiosity. However, the eager tongue quickly drove them off this keyboard and usurped it for itself. When he pressed the sensitive and lustful bell several times, he summoned an intense wave of long-lasting tremors. I got my milf to the finals and she won there. All the way. I accompanied her there too and in addition to the pleasure, my sticky tide also flooded her face…

We remained lying on top of each other, enjoying the aftertaste of our first experience together. At this moment, I also thought about my girlfriend, because I heard muffled but distinct sounds from next door – I know her sighing very well, I like it. We didn’t want to waste the allotted time, so I spoke up: “According to the rules, you have to choose what you want to do and I have to respect that, so go ahead,” I interrupted her from her heavy breathing. “Wait, I saw it on those cards,” she reached between them and found the right piece of paper: ‘give your partner a task that he must complete immediately’. “So what?” I looked at her questioningly. “Fisting,” she ordered. Phew, I was a little taken aback – I know what it is, but my girlfriend and I don’t do it, I find it a bit rough on her and she’s never asked me to… “I don’t have much experience with it,” I said cautiously. “It’s okay, I’ll tell you, don’t worry, we’ll try it together,” she eased my fears.

She lay on her back and with her knees bent, she opened her pretty legs. I rubbed the gel on her velvety skin, my playful touches gradually turned into slippery, smooth and long movements. Her beauty was ready and so was my eager hand. I was starting to get a slight shiver from this almost new erotic adventure for me. One finger, then another… My girlfriend likes fingering, but we’ve never dared to go any further together. However, my milf encouraged me with a look and a smile. Three, four, five, I twisted my fingers into the appropriate shape and very slowly and carefully moved to somewhere where only my stunned friend had been so far. I added moisture and gently pushed until I suddenly slid in completely. I stopped. She sighed, but didn’t protest. She nodded her head in agreement, to be honest, I was relieved – I didn’t want to hurt her, after all. My hand was up to my wrist inside. I could feel the soft, heated and passion-filled landscape that is the center of the universe. She grabbed my hand and carefully started to move and twist it, instructing me what she, as the director of this play, required of me. I was an obedient actor and gave her what she wanted. My other hand attacked her clitoris, uncompromisingly and without mercy. Her increasingly loud moans were piercing my ears, and at the same time encouraging me. My girlfriend next door must have heard this too – I’ll teach her something new then too… My horny milf let herself be engulfed by the waves of that unrepeatable feeling with me for the second time today. Orgasm – even this experienced woman can never get enough of it. We lay down on the bed and indulged in tender cuddling together.

We still had some time together before the end of the evening. But I was also curious about how my girlfriend was doing next door, I heard interesting sounds from there now and then, but I also wanted to see it. I got up and pushed back the screen – the young man was just fucking her from behind, her eyes were closed and she was enjoying it. “Well, I guess she’s imagining me,” I shook my vanity a little. He noticed me and whispered something to her – they both looked at us and showed their thumbs up. My milf was also looking at it with interest: “What about us?” It sounded almost urgent from her. “The last wish of the day will be mine,” I took the initiative and gave her protection. I lay on my back and offered her my firm cock for our inseparable connection. She put it on me and expertly rolled the coat up to the root with her mouth. She pressed her hands against my chest and mounted, slowly and relishingly. Her riding wasn’t just about jumping up and down, as young frogs usually do, but her pelvis danced, twisted, undulated and shook everything around, hitting me like a storm that rushes to the shore again and again, with relentless energy. After the previous visit to my clenched hand, she was still looser, but she knew how to find me inside her as she needed. I could only perceive her bouncing breasts in a kind of haze, our ride together leading us both very dynamically to the inevitable goal. I grabbed her and suddenly rolled her onto the bed. She was surprised for a moment, but when I lay down between her wide-open legs and eagerly aimed my spear at her gate to conquer her, she hugged me tightly and with her handshakes not only copied, but even accelerated my rhythm. Our wild, almost animalistic thrusting also interested the couple next door – my friend was looking at us with undisguised interest, I saw a playful smile on her face betraying slight surprise, she probably didn’t recognize me… Milf’s sighs were already merging into a single piercing signal, announcing the unstoppable and majestic climax of our today’s joint symphony. I felt my warm stream spilling over my clothed penis, and at the same time I perceived her pulses, drawing me even deeper into that irresistible and exciting beauty. In a tight embrace, we felt our hearts beating and bodies shaking, our breathing was labored, we were exhausted like after a marathon.

Our rest was interrupted by a lady from the organizing team: “Friends, we’re wrapping up for today. I trust you all had a good time. Please go to your booths,” reality invaded our private world filled with pleasure and passion. I had to say goodbye to my milf – after our sex, she literally wasn’t even a milf anymore… We didn’t even introduce ourselves at the beginning, it was all about sharing joy and experiencing an exciting secret together. We each had our emotional anchor somewhere else – me right here next door, at my girlfriend’s, the milf maybe at her husband’s house, or maybe somewhere else. “Thank you, it was wonderful,” I stroked her satisfied face. “I liked it, maybe again sometime…” she rewarded me and added a captivating smile and a seductive look. We kissed goodbye, our palms touched for the last time. We felt a magnetizing attraction in them, but we managed to tear ourselves away from each other. After the last wave, I turned to my girlfriend, who was already standing next to me. Instinctively, we hugged each other very tightly. We knew that despite our current fading experiences, the two of us belonged inseparably to each other. All that we had just experienced only strengthened our love. It was just a change.

The pretty lady was waiting for us at the door again: “Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoyed it. If so, we’ll be happy to welcome you again next time,” she showed us out with a pleasant smile and we both nodded to her. The evening chill blew around us outside, but we were so excited that we didn’t mind. Holding hands, we came home and, tired, we immediately fell into bed in an embrace. In that strange stage between wakefulness and sleep, an insistent irritating impulse suddenly flew to me from somewhere – I slipped under the duvet, grabbed my friend by her soft, slender legs and slowly loosened their grip. Although I was in complete darkness again, it was different from being in a maze – I knew exactly where to head. My mouth and tongue woke her up. She gave in to them, happily. The milf was great, but my girlfriend is unique. Soft, gentle, soft, attractive, alluring, seductive and irresistible. She is mine and I am hers.

An open notebook remained on the table. The page read: “Visit our Mystery Maze. The next available date is…”

A memory of old times.

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?