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This story takes place many years ago. I had just left university and was living in a small one bedroom apartment in the heart of a major city. The arrangement gave me a great deal freedom for sexual exploration, and as a younger man I took full benefit of the opportunity.

My favorite thing about that apartment was the small neighborhood corner store directly across the street. It was a great place to pick up a hangover cure, and an even better place to meet older women running mid-day errands.

On this particular day I was in search of the former. As I walked in, assaulted by the high-pitched ding of the entryway sensor, I couldn’t help but notice the woman doing company at the counter.

She was older than me to be sure, maybe late 30’s, clad in a set of form fitting teal yoga pants with the top to match. The glimpse I caught was enough to get the wheels in my head turning.

Her ass was ample, and shapely enough that her outfit must have been more than a fashion statement. Its juicy fatness filled out the lower half of her petite frame, forming a delicious shelf garnished by delicate dimples just below her spine. The fabric of her leggings clung tightly to her feminine hips, cupping her soft cheeks and giving her silhouette the most heavenly shape. A hint of her puffy lips was just slightly visible, conjuring images in my mind so vivid I didn’t realize she had said anything.

“Excuse me?” I said, she was half turned towards the counter holding a $100 bill.

“Do you wanna go ahead of me? I might be a while.” She asked for the second time.

“Sure, thank you.” I replied, looking into her eyes for the first time. She was flustered by whatever she was dealing with at the store, only adding to her allure. Her top was low cut, showing off a gorgeous display of cleavage. Her chest was littered with faint freckles, and the combination of her workout and the summer heat gave her breasts a delicate sweaty shine that drove me absolutely crazy. Throw in her braided pigtails and it was officially on.

“Yeah,” she continued “you only have like 2 things no reason to wait on me.”

This was my moment to either take a swing or stop fantasizing. Again I chose the former.

“I would wait for you anywhere,” I blurted out, laying it on thick, “I appreciate it, so hungover.”

When I said that she seemed to perk up a bit.

“What?” She replied in disbelief “but you’re so young! Hangovers are for old people like me.” She said with an uneasy smile. Fuck she was beautiful. In my depravity I couldn’t help but picture her as the mother of one of my friends, presenting me her sweaty, milky tits to suck on while she jerks me lovingly to sleep.

“Oh stop, what are you 25?” I reply with a grin.

“Wow, will you marry me?” She quipped, this time the smile rested easier on her face.

I completed my transaction and stayed by the counter while she finished hers, a cashiers check. Once she had it there was a palpable tension between us, neither of us was ready to part methods. It’s as if we both knew we had unfinished company.

“Hey,” she said after a short silence outside “do you know anything about computers? My son’s isn’t working and I’m supposed to get it fixed.”

I told her that I did, knowing full well that she was just looking for a way to get me to her house, but that I would need to go to my apartment briefly to grab some things. I let her know that she was free to join me and she happily obliged.

I remember being embarrassed to have unexpected business. My disheveled bachelor pad was fine for girls my age brought home from a night of drinking, but this was a grown woman and an incredibly sexy one at that.

As I opened the door I could feel her very close behind me touching my butt. Forward, but welcome as we both seemed to know what was in store. A slight pinch caused me to turn in the living room, when I did she craned her neck upwards to kiss me while rubbing my ever stiffening cock over my loose fitting pants.

I reached up with my left hand to cup her chin as we shared our first kiss, with my right hand I helped myself to a handful of her impossibly juicy ass.

She broke our kiss briefly and grabbed my left wrist, squeezing it around her neck as she spoke.

“Right here,” she smiled, placing my thumb and first finger at the top of her neck just below her jaw, “if we’re gonna do this let’s do it.”

Keeping my hand tightly on her throat I reached up and yanked down on her top violently. She let out breathy sigh as her tits sprang free, as if expressing relief that she was about to be fucked with the rough disregard her body craved.

Her tits rested gently outside her top, rosy pink nipples at full attention in the cool air of the ac. They were big, more than a handful, and sported an ever so slight motherly sag that made me all the hungrier for her. I bent down and buried my face between them, tasting the delicious saltiness of her sweaty skin. I bathed her tits with my tongue until she grabbed my face, kissed me again, and dropped to her knees.

Before I knew it this incredible woman had my pants at my ankles. She giggled excitedly as my bulge came into view in front of her face. When she pulled my underwear down she gasped, a nice ego boost I wondered, what she said next still hasn’t left my mind all these years later.

“Wow, you’re a big boy aren’t you,” she whispered loudly as she looked up into my eyes, “the girls must love this thing.”

I nodded, unsure what to say, and leaned my head back as she took my swollen, dripping cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue coated my shaft with slick saliva as she took me deeper into her throat. She explored my foreskin delicately as she released me.

“Come on,” she said hurriedly “give me that big black cock before I have to leave.”

She stood quickly and steadied herself on the futon I’d deluded myself into thinking was just as good as a couch. Willing to feel her, I hooked my fingers in her waistband and forced her leggings to her calves.

Her ass was even more perfect than I’d imagined, firm but deliciously fatty and accented by deep dimples just below her spine. I gave a quick spank before pulling her open and diving in.

She was even sweatier between her luscious ass cheeks, a detail I was more than happy to find. I feasted for a while on her salty sweetness before standing behind her and positioning myself to enter her for the first time.

She reached back with one hand and pulled herself open as I aligned the head of my cock with her sopping hole. I plunged myself hungrily into her as she let out a whimper, then a sigh of satisfaction. Her lips gripped me tightly, flexing and releasing her inner muscles as if trying to milk the cum right out of me. I continued to pump forcefully inside her before returning my hand to her throat and leaning to her ear.

I told her what a good little slut she was and that seemed to do it. Her breathing became increasingly shallow as her responses shortened.

“Please daddy I need you, cum in me”

“Please daddy cum in me”

“Cum inside mm..”

She slid forward off of me as her body began to tremble. A moment or two later she spoke again.

“Fuck,” she belted, exasperated, “I’m gonna be so sore. You need me to finish you off?” She asked.

I shook my head, grabbing my still stiff cock and sitting her in front of me in all her semi nude glory. I worked my hand up the length of my shaft vigorously as she watched, cupping and massaging my full balls in her soft hands.

Before long the first thick spurt of hot sticky cum escaped my throbbing cock and cascaded downward, splashing delightfully between her exposed breasts.

We stayed in touch until I moved away. We hooked up a number of other times before she told me she was married.

NSFW: yes

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