We had spent a week or so exchanging messages on fab, then some phone calls and pictures on text. She was a single mum, keen to still share great sex, but struggling to find it in the small highland town she lived in. We shared a few fantasies, she spoke of rarely climaxing during sex, and generally we built some anticipation. Finally we both agreed the mutual spark was there, and met for a brief coffee at a café first. There and then we arranged to meet at the hotel where I stay for work most weeks, in a few nights time when she could get a baby sitter in.
After what seemed an age of waiting after finishing work, I got the text that said ‘see you in 10’. Soon enough she called to say she was outside – I went down to meet her and we kissed on the cheeks outside. She looked stunning, a real redhead, curvy and wearing some lovely tight jeans and tight boots, and a black low cut top, showing off her more than ample boobs. Taking her by the hand, I led her back through the hotel and upstairs to my room.
We chatted a few minutes, I made a brew and we chatted some more. Simple things, and the conversation turned to our excitement about meeting, and our sexts we had sent. It was great to be able to speak about them openly. Her north Scottish accent, perfume and smile had me so hot.
‘I want to kiss you’ I said, ‘and more…’
She put down her cup of tea and leant in for that first, slightly nervous kiss. We sank into the sofa we were sat on, I held her face and we kissed deeply. She reached round me to pull me in close, I was roving a hand across her, I could feel her warmth and softness, her curves, her keenness. My hand slid down across her breasts, but they were encased in top and bra. I wanted to see them and touch them.
I sat her up and reached to lift up her top. Her boobs were even bigger than I though, but still covered in a (lovely, blue) bra. Seeing me look, she reached round and unclipped her bra, freeing herself. Her large breasts sagged down, her nipples were a large brown oval with a lovely little nub, just offset to the outside of centre. I bent down, cupped her right breast and used light touches of my tongue to swirl around the areola, without yet touching the delightful nipple. Quite quickly, I took her nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking gently. She pulled my head in, clearly enjoying the sensation. My hand moved to her other breast, while my mouth continued on the first one.
After a few seconds she pushed me back upright, and started to unbutton my shirt.... |
