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Part 1 here –

(Also in the comments there I linked some pics of the stairwell in question by demand)

June and I were naked in the stairwell, both our bodies slick with sweat and massage oil, my spent semi erect cock drooling the last drops of cum onto the stone stairs even as my load slid from June’s large oily tits and dripped from her hair, the tight bun it had been in loosening during our energetic fuck.

I pulled my front door closed and helped her to her feet, as she picked up the sodden nightgown we had just fucked on.

“Lets go to your place”

I motioned for her to lead the way up the stairs, but I had other plans. As she sidled past me, her body pressing deliberately against mine, she got three or four steps above me and I kneeled forward, grabbing her curvaceous hips and pushed my face into June’s plump, slippery ass, my tongue hungrily lapping at her asshole, savouring the mingling taste of the oil, sweat and subtle bittersweet taste of a woman’s butt. She nearly lost her balance, leaning forward to steady herself as she cried out like a shocked college teacher

“Jay! I thought we were going to my flat!”

“Not yet!” I practically shouted into her asshole, hungrily tongue fucking her butt from behind as she moaned and rubbed her swollen clit. As I ate her ass I stroked my slick cock back to full hardness, painfully erect but aching to fuck again. I was so in the moment that it was a real surprise when June abruptly pulled away and pressed a finger to her lips, stifling a giggle; then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of the postman on the floor below us. Like a pair of naughty schoolchildren we rushed up the stairs, naked, glistening, and dashed into June’s flat, closing the door quickly behind us and falling into each other laughing in the small, cramped, dark hallway. I had never been in June’s flat before – it seemed like pretty much the same layout as my own, albeit a little smaller and with a deep pile carpet in the hall as opposed to my own wooden floor – but I wasn’t gonna see much more of it for a few minutes as I pushed her back against the wall, angling my hips and pushing her legs aside with one hand as the other guided my aching, rock hard cock into her swollen, soaking cunt.

Pressed against the wall I started fucking her, feeling the dripping mess of her pussy tighten around my thick, throbbing cock, her slippery, heaving tits pushing against my own slick, smooth, hairless chest as I thrust into her for dear life. Her hands found my ass and she dug her nails into my butt, pulling me into her as my mouth was all over her neck and tits. We were both grunting and moaning loudly, breathing heavily, June crying out in pleasure, as a couple of letters pushed through her letterbox and landed at our feet. Stifling another giggle, June pursed her lips again to motion to be quiet and we listened; no sound of footsteps heading back down the stairs. The postman was obviously still at the door, the dirty bastard (kudos to him). June squeezed past and looked through the spyhole and giggled, motioning that he was still there. I took the opportunity to manoeuvre myself behind her and push hard into her, practically shoving her face against the door as I fucked her from behind and she started moaning and crying out in pleasure, watching the postman through the door as I held onto her shoulders and fucked her hard from behind. I felt her pussy tighten and quiver as she shouted out “Oh god I’m coming I’m coming…”

I fucked her harder and faster, the wet slapping of my abdomen against the full plumpness of her ass spurring me on until I pulled out at the last second and came over her ass, frantically and almost painfully jerking my rigid cock as it pulsated, shooting all over her ass and back. June slumped against the door and we heard the sound of retreating footsteps on stone stairs.

“Fucking hell” i sighed, breathlessly after two intense orgasms in the space of half an hour, my cock feeling abused I best feasible way, my balls aching dully “I need a drink”

June hugged me and led me through to her living room: it was busier than mine; lots of rose gold and satin fixtures, a large TV covered most of one wall, several leafy potted plants framed a large bay window, throws and blankets covering the three piece suite, and a mantle above the fireplace resplendent with picture frames and assorted ornaments.

“I’ll just fetch a towel” she said, and made her way totbhe bathroom. I took the opportunity to inspect the pictures. There was one of June in what looked like Rome, another picture of her and her partner who I knew she was still seeing on a beach somewhere… and a picture of a very attractive young red haired woman in graduation robes. As June came back through and handed me a thick blue towel, I began rubbing it over my cock and chest, drying off the oil and cum, and I motioned to the photo of the young woman.

“Whos this?”

“Thats my daughter, Hannah” she replied, a somewhat curious smile on her lips. I knew June was divorced, but I had no idea she had a daughter.

“Id love to meet her” I smiled. June threw her towel at me in mock outrage, and proceeded to make us drinks. We fucked more that day, but the whole time I was thinking about that picture; but the story of Hannah is for next time.

NSFW: yes

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