Reminiscing

I've never re-posted an old post of mine before but I was reading through some old entries and came across this posting "In praise of older women".

It's great to think that the excitement expressed in this post still exists in our relationship. We may not be getting the same opportunities to make love to each other as we did before but we still crave each others bodies.

There is a cliché that older men always seek younger women. I've been guilty of this myself over the years. I'm now coming to the opinion that the ideal partner is not the young "trophy" girlfriend but instead the ideal partner is the more mature woman.

It's all well and good to look for the lithe young body, the pert breasts, the tight bum, the long legs but what these women tend to lack is experience both sexually and socially. It might boost the ego of the older man to fuck a younger woman but are they really getting the best experience?

M is older than I am but just by a year or so and she is the most exciting woman I have ever been to bed with. She has a body to die for; full breasts with perky nipples, a wonderful firm bum and a gorgeous, nicely trimmed pussy. Not only that but she loves sex, she loves to cum over and over again, moaning in pleasure as her body shudders with each orgasm.

I had arrived at my brothers flat a little bit before her, just to check that everything was OK and that the heating was on. She was a bit late and I was beginning to wonder if she has lost her nerve. Then the doorbell went. I strolled to the door, not wanting to seem too eager, and there she was. She threw her arms round me and kissed me hard, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth, her teeth nibbling mine. She ground her groin into mine, pressing down on me as hard as she could. She was moaning with pleasure already as her gyrations brought her close to climax.

She shirked off her jacket and started pawing at my clothes, running her hands over my chest. I picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. Taking off her clothes I was amazed at the body that lay beneath them. For a woman in her early forties, her body was superb. Her full breasts with those wonderful full nipples, her flat stomach and, below that, a beautiful pussy that oozed wetness as I ran my tongue over it. She tasted so sweet that I felt I'd died and gone to heaven. I started to lick her clitoris any slid my fingers deep inside her, she gasped in pleasure and moaned my name as her hips came up, forcing herself harder against my face. When she came I could feel the muscles in her thighs judder. I slid up her body and kissed her but left my fingers gently stoking her as she slowly recovered. My hand slowly stroked her, spreading her juices over her pussy and stomach. I slid finger down to stroke her perineum and started to stroke her little bum hole. Now, I wasn't sure how she would take this as it's one thing to let a finger in your ass in the heat of a drunken assignation, but it's another to have it when you are more aware of what's going on. As my finger started to circle her ass she started to moan again, softly kissing me and pressing herself against my hand.

She reached down and took hold of my cock, gently rubbing her hand up and down the shaft, making it harder and harder. She pulled my over her and guided my cock into her waiting wet pussy. A little while later her body was wracked by another orgasm. She slumped in my arms as I slid off her. She lay by my side as I stroked her back, caressing her cheeks, sliding my hand between them and rubbing my finger over her. Her juices had spread all over her and her little hole was well lubricated as I gently slid my finger into her. She gave a sigh of pleasure as I slowly moved my finger tip in and out of her, her hand gently squeezing my balls. She then lowered her head down and started to suck on my, taking me deeply into her mouth, running her teeth over the tip of my cock. Her hand stroked me as she licked my balls and I finally came, squirting cum all over her hand and my legs.

We had both lost count of the number orgasms she had had, but she was definitely well ahead of me. She was well and truly sated, a very satisfied girl. I was amazed that I'd had the chance to experience her exuberance for sex. I was blessed.

Our time soon came to an end and I had to go back to work. We didn't even have a chance to drink much of the champagne nor eat many of the chocolates. We kissed and left, I headed for the gym to have a shower before going to the office, I suspect I smelt of nothing but her.

We met again the next day for more but her husband has now returned from a trip away so I don't know when we can get together again. As to our relationship, we are both very clear on the whys and wherefores. We are just very good friends who quite like to fuck each other. It's not meant to be serious, neither of us intends to leave the partners we love but we can use one another to satisfy a craving. Whether we will ever go back to bed remains to be seen but we both hope so. No matter what, we will remain special friends.

Thankfully, the answer to the second last sentence was a yes and we do still remain special friends.

L&K

EE

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