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I'd known Louise for over 30 years.
She was probably my oldest and dearest friend, and was in many ways the 'first girl I loved'; of course I'd fancied many girls before but there was something on a spiritual level between us, and that made my feelings for Lou different.
However, we were only ever good friends, never lovers, except for one occasion when the lines got blurred and we fooled around, enjoying the sexuality of the moment. But that was at a time when my life was beginning to spiral out of control and pretty soon we'd drifted apart as d**gs took control of me.
It was several years before we got back in touch. I'd pulled myself out of hell and got myself sorted. Wife, k**s, job etc.
Lou had settled down too. And as time went by we still kept in contact but never met up other than at Lou's 40th Birthday party.
Louise had always been a very passionate person, incredibly sexual. I was the opposite as a young man.
It wasn't until my 40s and the fog of the d**gs had finally cleared that I truly discovered the nature of my sexuality. I loved it. I couldn't get enough. Literally.
I soon found that my sex life at home had become humdrum and mundane and I craved something more. Excitement.
And I found it.
Lots of it.
I'd never been confident when I was younger, probably due to the d**gs I was constantly consuming. By the age of 40 I'd only been with 5 or 6 people.
But then I discovered that women were attracted to me. And I loved the attention. I seriously loved it.
I found myself the object of desire for women from the age of 21 to 51.
And I took them. All.
And what's more I was a lover.
Yes, it's a cliché I know, but it's true. I found I had an innate ability to love women and, more importantly, make women feel truly loved.
As my self education in the art of loving expanded, I learnt that Lou's love life had moved in the opposite direction to mine.
Far from being the highly sexed young woman I'd known in the past, she'd become somewhat shy and repressed. And her sex life was virtually nonexistent.
This she confided to me over a period of time, and I confess to being shocked at first, and then saddened.
Lou was like a caged bird, her proud feminine sexuality was diminished, as if her wings had been clipped.
Not me though. I confided in my friend.
I told her of my assignations with various lovers. I even sent her photos of my cock, sometimes in a lover's pussy, or mouth.
And it was to this backdrop that the truth of my friend's sexuality was revealed to me, and I realised that she was repressing so much.
She told me that she never had sex with her husband and was dying to fuck someone else. She had even met a guy, and made a connection, but her situation was similar to the man she desired; marriage, c***dren etc. Too much to risk and too much to lose, and despite my urging her to be adventurous she erred on the side of caution, choosing not to pursue anything.
I have learned much about women's sexuality. Women think about it and desire it as much as men, sometimes more so. I took a 21 year old as a lover when I was 40. She was a quiet, demure work colleague, working at the same company as me whilst waiting for an opportunity to take a job as a teacher. Outwardly she seemed conservative and conventional. Almost boring.
But we disappeared into the fields during our lunch breaks and wanked each other off, or slipped back to her Mum's where I'd fuck her from behind whilst fingering her tight little ass. She was privately wild and insatiable.
But she was nothing compared to the older women I loved.
I took a lecturer in psychology as a lover. She was in her early 50s, divorced and utterly craved intellectual sex.
She was highly educated and incredibly intelligent, but she yearned to be loved. Truly loved. And I loved her.
She opened up to me.
There is nothing more powerful or potent that the sexuality of a woman in her late 40s and early 50s.
I encouraged her to explore her sexuality with me.
And we did. All of it. We once spent the night in an anonymous hotel and delved into the primal.
She straddled me and held her pussy open and pissed over my cock. Marking me out like an a****l would mark out it's territory. Then she sank down and sucked me, licking her own piss from my cock before I flooded her mouth with my cream.
I taught her how to ejaculate and lay between her thighs massaging her g spot whilst sucking her clit, and she came, no, she gave birth to her orgasm, deep and primal and divinely feminine she squirted her orgasm into my waiting mouth, and I drank her love down, savouring it for the most erotic display of passion that it was.
I had many lovers in their 40s, all of them wilder and more erotic than the 21 year old. Sometimes I met them in hotels and sometimes we would drive to the middle of nowhere and fuck in the back of a car, or drive to the countryside and fuck in an old stone circle in the moonlight, as in some pagan sex ritual we had imagined together.
I told Lou all of this. I knew it reached that part of her that she tried to repress.
I knew it touched her. Deep inside.
I would talk to her openly and I knew it aroused her.
She began to open up herself.
One cannot repress a woman's sexuality forever. It is too strong, too powerful.
One hot summer day Lou sent me a photo of her tits as she sunbathed.
I told her I would wank off over her.
I described what I wanted to do to her, how I wanted to hold her pussy open and lap up her juices, and flick my tongue over her clit whilst fucking her with my fingers.
She responded. Before long she was naked on her bed, her fingers sliding into her wet cunt, rubbing her clit as she read what I wanted to do to her.
It was all harmless fun and satisfied a need in both of us. I loved to encourage her. Always trying to push her a little further.
In December, Lou was out for Christmas drinks with an old friend.
I hate these kind of functions, I'm unsociable at the best of times, and I usually find people at these things incredibly boring.
I'm better one to one, and abhor big groups, especially when everyone is drunk.
But it had been too many years since I'd seen my old friend so I decided to go.
It was the usual affair; by the time I arrived most of the group were fairly drunk. Lou was sat quietly in a corner whilst everyone focused their attention on Rebecca who was over in England for Christmas. She lived in Hamburg, and was incredibly gregarious, she loved being the centre of attention and loved being adored by the guys. I struggle with women like this, and seldom pander to them.
I spotted Lou, and asked her if she wanted a drink, before going to the bar and buying myself a lime and soda and a glass of wine for my friend. I was driving and had no intention of drinking.
I said hi to Rebecca, gave her a kiss, nodded to the assembled company and slunk off to join Louise in the corner of the pub.
We sat watching the guys fawning over Rebecca, quietly laughing at the ridiculous nature of it all. We were soon deep in conversation about our respective lives and almost oblivious to the rest of the crowd. So much so that we barely noticed them all leave for the next pub, merely muttering that we would catch them up.
I bought more drinks and we sat talking like old friends do, comfortable with each other's company. All the time I was trying to discretely eye up Lou. She looked amazing. She always did. She wore a skirt and tights and every time she parted her legs, I imagined putting my hand on her thighs before sliding up to discover whether she was actually wearing tights or whether they were in fact stockings. Her tits looked incredible, full and perky beneath the classy looking top she wore.
After we'd finished the drinks I suggested that we catch up with the others.
We put our coats on and went out.
My car was in the street outside the pub and I suggested we drive to the next venue on Rebecca's little drink excursion. I opened the door for Lou, as she climbed in, her skirt rode up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of stocking top and smooth thighs.
I got in and turned to Lou, asking where Rebecca was headed to next.
"I don't know Ian, and to be honest, I don't really care. Let's go to the bridge and chill out. Have you got any pot?"
Now it was very rare that I smoked pot, but as it was Christmas I'd bought a little from a mate at work.
"You sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm bored. Come on Ian, let's go" replied Lou.
I headed out to the Woodbridge Valley, to a quiet spot that Louise and I knew well. It was associated with a dear friend of ours who'd died at the age of 20, and in the past we'd all hung out there together, smoking pot and having a laugh.
The night was clear, and the moon full as we drove through the night. I switched on the stereo and we sat in silence listening to the Smiths.
I felt relaxed and happy but there was almost a sense of unspoken anticipation in the car.
We got to the bridge, and I parked the car.
We sat in silence as I rolled a very mild joint. Then I opened the door, got out and fetched my jacket from the boot. I put it around Lou's shoulders as she got out the car and stood up.
We walked to the bridge and sat on the side, I sparked the joint and took a few drags before passing it to Louise.
"Careful" I said, "it's mild but don't overdo it. Besides, pot always used to make you super horny".
"I know" replied my friend.
The night was mild for December but Louise locked her arm through mine and we just sat without talking, enjoying that silence that never feels awkward between two close friends.
Then Lou stood up and handed me the coat, "I need a piss" she said.
With that she stood in front of me, lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Her pussy was almost at eye level and in the moonlight I could see clearly as she squatted down and her lips opened, revealing the most beautiful flower I'd ever known.
She started to pee, and as is often the way, it triggered a response in me and I had to go to, my bladder full of lime and soda. I unzipped my flies and pulled my cock out.
I started to go and suddenly we were both laughing at the ludicrous nature of the situation.
As I finished I looked down at my friend, admiring her trimmed cunt, and instantly my cock started to swell in my hand.
I slowly slid the foreskin back a little then forward again and in a moment I was hard and throbbing. There was electricity in the air, and something spurred me on.
I continued stroking my shaft slowly, the head was swollen and as I looked at Lou she rubbed her pussy lips and clit in a circular motion.
"Fuck, I'm so fucking horny" she said, standing up and kicking her panties off.
She laid my coat on the stone wall of the bridge and sat on it, facing me with her legs wide open. She ran her fingers over her pussy, teasing her clit and slid her index finger inside. When she pulled it out it glistened in the moonlight. My friend was incredibly wet.
I stood in front of her stroking my cock, admiring her as she wanked. A drop of pre cum leaked from my swollen cock and slowly dripped down, momentarily suspended on a shimmering gossamer thread before disappearing to the floor.
Lou unbuttoned her top and pulled up her bra, unclipping it at the backup an then cupping her full tits and pulling at her erect nipples. She kept her left hand there while the other went back to the wetness of her cunt.
She teased me, parting her lips with her fingers so I could see inside her, then sliding back the hood of her clit. It was standing out, erect and proud, my cock mirrored it as I gripped my shaft, pumping it harder.
"I want to taste you" I whispered, and Lou nodded. I knelt down in front of her, and she spread her lips wide for me.
I could smell the heady, erotically charged aroma of her arousal and leant forward and gently lapped at her hole.
She tasted sweet, so fucking sweet.
I licked her juices and flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, before taking it into my mouth and sucking it rhythmically.
I slid two fingers into her wet hole and began to fuck her.
Slowly and gently at first, but then harder and faster, all the time sucking hard on her clit.
I looked up to see her squeezing her tits, pulling her nipples hard. A loud moan escaped her mouth and she bit her lip.
I sensed she was close and thrust my fingers deeper and harder into her soaking cunt. Cream was running down towards her arse and she squelched noisily, such was the insane level of her arousal. I sucked hard on her clit and as I flicked my tongue over it again I felt her start to cum. Then she was gone, utterly lost in the moment and her tight cunt started to contract, squeezing my fingers as her orgasm tore through her body.
She moaned loudly, her breasts heaving as she came.
My fingers were covered in her juice and I pulled them out and licked them, savouring the sweet taste of her love.
"Fuck me" she whispered.
I stood up, my swollen cock aching for her tightness, and she stood too, turning around and putting her hands on the wall of the bridge and thrusting her pussy up to me.
I stood behind her and pushed my cock into her wet cunt.
I slid in and out easily, my cock glistening in the moonlight with her juice and my pre cum.
I fucked her slowly at first, admiring the shape of her arse. I pulled my cock all the way out of her cunt, and looked approvingly at her open hole, then forcefully pushed my shaft back in again. We giggled as the air was noisily forced from her.
I did this again and again, pulling right the way out, the tip of my manhood hovering at her entrance before plunging into her again.
Then I pulled out out and slid two fingers into her, and began massaging her g spot with my fingertips. Lou carefully shifted her weight onto one hand and put the other between her thighs and began rubbing her clit again. I continued to finger fuck her and work her g spot which had now begun to enlarge.
Then Louise began to shudder slightly and she whimpered as her legs began to buckle. Her second orgasm spread through her body, this one much more powerful, emanating from deep within her. As it peaked a tiny jet of fluid squirted out of her, and she cried out half in ecstasy, and half in embarrassment.
"Fuck! I think I just peed myself!" she said.
"Shhh..." I replied soothingly and then pushed my manhood into her soaking cunt.
I fucked my beautiful friend hard and fast. I was already on the edge and in no time at all I felt my own orgasm rushing towards me at speed. Then I was past the point of no return and I started to cum inside my friend, my cock spurting my cream inside her, flooding her womb with my seed.
And then I was spent. I pulled out and my cum ran from her, splashing onto the floor. She turned round and I held her tight, my cock nestling against her belly.
We kissed gently on the lips.
"Thank you Lou" I said, "You have no idea how much I needed that".
"Me too" replied Louise.
We dressed and sat on the bridge again.
I rolled another joint and we smoked it together, my arm around Lou's shoulders.
We looked up at the stars together in silence, just two friends sighing in the moonlight.
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