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Michele was about 15 to 20 years older than me, as I was only about 30 years old at the time I met her. She was almost as tall as me, with a thin yet slightly shapely body. Most of her shape was in her longer legs and ass. Her breasts were more pointy and tended to jiggle a little under her shirt. Her hair was long and she dyed it a dark brown color to hide some of her gray. She had no tattoos or piercings. Michele had been divorced for a couple of years now. We met at a school where we both had mutual work to perform and became fast friends via some strong chemistry.
It soon became a bit of an escape for me to visit Michele. At first, we would meet at a local restaurant or bar, but eventually, I would just come over her house. It started with swapping complaints about life, love and what ever bugged us that week or day. Often, I would work late into the evening and then stop by. Michele was home a lot, mostly due to being fed up with men and dating. Starting off into her forties, she was more about quality time with loved ones than she was about getting it on. This was a shame as she was very attractive and had a lot to offer, but unfortunately, many men had come and gone who had misused her good qualities and abused her trust.
It seemed so different with her and I in that she seemed to get me to open up a little while she seemed to begin to trust a man again with her inner most feelings. Soon I was stopping over once or more a week, often staying very late into the evening.
The weather was starting to get cold as it does around the time of the year post-holidays. I had stopped in and was sitting on her couch half watching a Lifetime movie. She and I were sitting closer than we had sat in previous encounters, mostly as we were cold but also because a small spark was now fanning into a full fledged fire.
I could feel her firm thigh up against my leg, and as the night wore on, Michele tossed a wool blanket over our laps. As the Lifetime movie rolled slowly on the television, I remember tucking my arms under the blanket from just being cold. Michele leaned her head into my shoulder and appeared to snuggle a bit closer. My hand brushed against her thigh, and despite having long pajamas on, I could feel a firm muscle and a smooth leg underneath. I immediately felt both embarrassed and enticed. In response, I could feel her shift a little, and rest her hand on my own leg. Within minutes I could feel her hand running slightly up and down the top of my thigh.
The conversation, as it often had between us, turned into more of a sexual nature. She began to speak about the scantily clad woman on the television and how she would not wear a top that would expose that much of her breasts, I began to be encouraging that she was attractive and she could so wear something like the actress on the television. Michele insisted that her breasts were not that big and that she would be a little embarrassed showing them off. I argued that they didn't seem that small, remarking at how they seemed to jiggle a lot under her shirts at times. I was honestly trying to help her feel better, as I did consider her a friend, but I also could feel the barriers between us coming down while I was finally able to comment about her attractiveness. It felt good to tell her something sexual about her that I had liked, and I could see she received it well. I could also feel that the sexual tension was rising between us at an alarming rate. She was rubbing my leg a little harder and I as moving my own hand on her leg in time.
Soon, she slide her leg out and towards me in such a way as my hand went more on the inside of her thigh. Though clothed, I could feel a warmth coming from that area. She seemed to rock a little, which told me she was getting very sexually aroused by such little action. Within a few moments we turned our heads to face each other and were kissing. They were slow and soft at first but soon our tongues were sliding around each other. Breathing was getting harder as I felt her hand timidly run across my crotch just light enough that I almost didn't notice. I could tell she was hold back a little, perhaps worried about our friendship.
I took the lead and began to feel her breasts through her button down pajama blouse. Reaching in between the buttons, I could feel their soft fleshy mounds give way to my massaging hands. Her nipples were fully erect, and teasing them with my fingers seemed to cause Michele to gasp slightly.
Soon I began to rub the outside of her pajama bottom under the blanket where the source of the warmth was coming from, her lovely vagina. I could feel the wet seeping through her thin underwear and pajama bottoms. She began to moan very softly, gasping and lifting her hips up in the air. With little effort on my part, she seemed to cum with a quiet gasp of air and a small moan. She took a couple of breaths and apologized saying that it had been such a while that a man had touched her like I had that it just came very quickly for her. I understood as I shared, as I often did, that woman rarely if ever took note of me.
We separated from each other at her request, and she stood up, going to the dining room off the living room area. As I watched, she flung off her pajama bottoms and top in swift motions. Walking back in topless, she apologized and stated she was really hot and needed air. I was also instructed by her to not move from the couch as she had to go into the kitchen. I sat wondering what she was up to and feeling both aroused sexually and confused. My own cock was thundering in my pants.
After a few minutes, she walked back out into the living room. Her breasts were jiggling with each step. She had a very shapely body. Her waist was actually small while her hips were wide. Her stomach was slightly flat, and her breasts were almost pointy and perhaps were set up higher when she was younger. She sat down on my lap with only her thong underwear on, and we began to kiss some more. She moved her hips on my lap with expert ease, and my own cock was beginning to beg to be let out of the confines of my pants. She tore off my t-shirt, licking at my neck and my nipples. She ran her hand through my chest hair, commenting that it feels so very good against her own hard nipples. Finally, with a smile like a shark, she asked if I was ready. I told her I was beyond that. She pulled away and moved to the floor. Her thong being discarded somehow and in some way as she moved down. I fumbled the buttons on my own pants while watching her lay on her back. I was in almost disbelief as to how she laid there waiting for me.
Within a few seconds, I was down there, on top of her, sliding my now hard cock inside of her. Surprisingly it fit in with little trouble, as she was tight but extremely wet so I was able to work my cock inside of her with a gentle yet firm push.
Our eyes met and she arched her back slightly as I entered her. She told me that it has been over a year since a man has been in her. I could feel how warm and wet she felt and began to make slow thrusts into her. My cock slide in and out with perfection, as her warm wetness seemed to receive it well. I used my whole shaft, going in deep and then pulling out to almost my mushroom shaped cock head. With each push in, her body gave way to accept as much of me as it could, while she would gasp as I would pull back out only to push right back into her.
Our breathing became harder as my thrusts began to gain momentum. She began to be very encouraging between small moans, telling me that my cock was so big and hard. She told me she could feel me inside so deep and wanted more. I began to feel her vagina spill more of her cum onto my cock as she ran her hands down my back and placing her ankles against my own ass, moving in time with my thrusting. I could feel my own control leaving as my thrusting became more urgent. The lustful fire that was building inside of us began to burn outwardly in full force. I could feel my cum start to gather inside of my cock. Michele must have too as she began to encourage me to cum. I knew that I was going to soon, and I wanted to ask her where she wanted my load, but she just kept encouraging me to keep going and my own words were lost in the growing rush of pleasure taking over us both.
Sweat gathered on my forehead, and ran down my back as I pushed into her faster and harder. I couldn't maintain using my whole shaft anymore as I was starting to feel my own need for an orgasm take over. Her breasts jiggled against me with each push in and pull back. I could feel her pointy nipples tracing a path along my own chest, once in a while connecting with my own nipples and adding to the pleasure my body was feeling. I could hear her breathing hard, and she began to moan louder. She began to tell me to cum hard inside her. Her own need to be filled with my warm hot seed was being given a voice.
With a final push in, I knew that I was done. I could feel the intense pleasure explode as my own warm seed filled her. She arched her back, pulling me close to her, as if to claim every last part of what I was expelling. She let out a loud moan as I left out my own grunts. I could feel the wet and warm fluids mixing on my cock as I pumped her full of my cum.
We laid for a few minutes together, until finally I got up. My legs shook slightly, as did hers. Within a few moments, we had dressed into underwear at least, although she refused any kind of top. No longer cold from the late winter evening, we sank back onto her sofa. This time we held each other, tracing erotic lines on each others bodies as we talked of how good it was to finally make love to each other.
It soon became a bit of an escape for me to visit Michele. At first, we would meet at a local restaurant or bar, but eventually, I would just come over her house. It started with swapping complaints about life, love and what ever bugged us that week or day. Often, I would work late into the evening and then stop by. Michele was home a lot, mostly due to being fed up with men and dating. Starting off into her forties, she was more about quality time with loved ones than she was about getting it on. This was a shame as she was very attractive and had a lot to offer, but unfortunately, many men had come and gone who had misused her good qualities and abused her trust.
It seemed so different with her and I in that she seemed to get me to open up a little while she seemed to begin to trust a man again with her inner most feelings. Soon I was stopping over once or more a week, often staying very late into the evening.
The weather was starting to get cold as it does around the time of the year post-holidays. I had stopped in and was sitting on her couch half watching a Lifetime movie. She and I were sitting closer than we had sat in previous encounters, mostly as we were cold but also because a small spark was now fanning into a full fledged fire.
I could feel her firm thigh up against my leg, and as the night wore on, Michele tossed a wool blanket over our laps. As the Lifetime movie rolled slowly on the television, I remember tucking my arms under the blanket from just being cold. Michele leaned her head into my shoulder and appeared to snuggle a bit closer. My hand brushed against her thigh, and despite having long pajamas on, I could feel a firm muscle and a smooth leg underneath. I immediately felt both embarrassed and enticed. In response, I could feel her shift a little, and rest her hand on my own leg. Within minutes I could feel her hand running slightly up and down the top of my thigh.
The conversation, as it often had between us, turned into more of a sexual nature. She began to speak about the scantily clad woman on the television and how she would not wear a top that would expose that much of her breasts, I began to be encouraging that she was attractive and she could so wear something like the actress on the television. Michele insisted that her breasts were not that big and that she would be a little embarrassed showing them off. I argued that they didn't seem that small, remarking at how they seemed to jiggle a lot under her shirts at times. I was honestly trying to help her feel better, as I did consider her a friend, but I also could feel the barriers between us coming down while I was finally able to comment about her attractiveness. It felt good to tell her something sexual about her that I had liked, and I could see she received it well. I could also feel that the sexual tension was rising between us at an alarming rate. She was rubbing my leg a little harder and I as moving my own hand on her leg in time.
Soon, she slide her leg out and towards me in such a way as my hand went more on the inside of her thigh. Though clothed, I could feel a warmth coming from that area. She seemed to rock a little, which told me she was getting very sexually aroused by such little action. Within a few moments we turned our heads to face each other and were kissing. They were slow and soft at first but soon our tongues were sliding around each other. Breathing was getting harder as I felt her hand timidly run across my crotch just light enough that I almost didn't notice. I could tell she was hold back a little, perhaps worried about our friendship.
I took the lead and began to feel her breasts through her button down pajama blouse. Reaching in between the buttons, I could feel their soft fleshy mounds give way to my massaging hands. Her nipples were fully erect, and teasing them with my fingers seemed to cause Michele to gasp slightly.
Soon I began to rub the outside of her pajama bottom under the blanket where the source of the warmth was coming from, her lovely vagina. I could feel the wet seeping through her thin underwear and pajama bottoms. She began to moan very softly, gasping and lifting her hips up in the air. With little effort on my part, she seemed to cum with a quiet gasp of air and a small moan. She took a couple of breaths and apologized saying that it had been such a while that a man had touched her like I had that it just came very quickly for her. I understood as I shared, as I often did, that woman rarely if ever took note of me.
We separated from each other at her request, and she stood up, going to the dining room off the living room area. As I watched, she flung off her pajama bottoms and top in swift motions. Walking back in topless, she apologized and stated she was really hot and needed air. I was also instructed by her to not move from the couch as she had to go into the kitchen. I sat wondering what she was up to and feeling both aroused sexually and confused. My own cock was thundering in my pants.
After a few minutes, she walked back out into the living room. Her breasts were jiggling with each step. She had a very shapely body. Her waist was actually small while her hips were wide. Her stomach was slightly flat, and her breasts were almost pointy and perhaps were set up higher when she was younger. She sat down on my lap with only her thong underwear on, and we began to kiss some more. She moved her hips on my lap with expert ease, and my own cock was beginning to beg to be let out of the confines of my pants. She tore off my t-shirt, licking at my neck and my nipples. She ran her hand through my chest hair, commenting that it feels so very good against her own hard nipples. Finally, with a smile like a shark, she asked if I was ready. I told her I was beyond that. She pulled away and moved to the floor. Her thong being discarded somehow and in some way as she moved down. I fumbled the buttons on my own pants while watching her lay on her back. I was in almost disbelief as to how she laid there waiting for me.
Within a few seconds, I was down there, on top of her, sliding my now hard cock inside of her. Surprisingly it fit in with little trouble, as she was tight but extremely wet so I was able to work my cock inside of her with a gentle yet firm push.
Our eyes met and she arched her back slightly as I entered her. She told me that it has been over a year since a man has been in her. I could feel how warm and wet she felt and began to make slow thrusts into her. My cock slide in and out with perfection, as her warm wetness seemed to receive it well. I used my whole shaft, going in deep and then pulling out to almost my mushroom shaped cock head. With each push in, her body gave way to accept as much of me as it could, while she would gasp as I would pull back out only to push right back into her.
Our breathing became harder as my thrusts began to gain momentum. She began to be very encouraging between small moans, telling me that my cock was so big and hard. She told me she could feel me inside so deep and wanted more. I began to feel her vagina spill more of her cum onto my cock as she ran her hands down my back and placing her ankles against my own ass, moving in time with my thrusting. I could feel my own control leaving as my thrusting became more urgent. The lustful fire that was building inside of us began to burn outwardly in full force. I could feel my cum start to gather inside of my cock. Michele must have too as she began to encourage me to cum. I knew that I was going to soon, and I wanted to ask her where she wanted my load, but she just kept encouraging me to keep going and my own words were lost in the growing rush of pleasure taking over us both.
Sweat gathered on my forehead, and ran down my back as I pushed into her faster and harder. I couldn't maintain using my whole shaft anymore as I was starting to feel my own need for an orgasm take over. Her breasts jiggled against me with each push in and pull back. I could feel her pointy nipples tracing a path along my own chest, once in a while connecting with my own nipples and adding to the pleasure my body was feeling. I could hear her breathing hard, and she began to moan louder. She began to tell me to cum hard inside her. Her own need to be filled with my warm hot seed was being given a voice.
With a final push in, I knew that I was done. I could feel the intense pleasure explode as my own warm seed filled her. She arched her back, pulling me close to her, as if to claim every last part of what I was expelling. She let out a loud moan as I left out my own grunts. I could feel the wet and warm fluids mixing on my cock as I pumped her full of my cum.
We laid for a few minutes together, until finally I got up. My legs shook slightly, as did hers. Within a few moments, we had dressed into underwear at least, although she refused any kind of top. No longer cold from the late winter evening, we sank back onto her sofa. This time we held each other, tracing erotic lines on each others bodies as we talked of how good it was to finally make love to each other.
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