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When I was around thirty, I learned that older women could be a worthy prey for a hungry young man. Older, for me that was primarily alone for me around fifty. They were often surprised to be addressed by a young, good -looking guy in a clear intentions and got the desire to be rejected again. Above all, I was looking for women who were still wearing nylons and bodies in the style of the fifties and 1960s.
Younger people had long since switched to mini skirt and jeans. I best remember Jutta, divorced, the fifty behind them. The vocational school teacher Saße felled on the train, slim, gray costume and glasses, the blonde hair with a few gray strands tackled up. “Nice legs,” I noticed. She ran red and didn’t know what to say. But we got into conversation. “But to get back to the beginning …” I finally said. “Are these stockings or tights?“Again she became red.
“So mostly I carry stockings, so I’m a little old -fashioned. “” I don’t think so old -fashioned, “I said. “Pantyhose are boring, you don’t find too?“Since she was on the way to my city, I invited her to my Italian for dinner. It was used to it that I kept showing him other ladies, but a good twenty years older let him be amazed. When I brought her to her hotel, she was very excited because of the porter.
I didn’t ask and just followed her. In the narrow single room we quickly got closer. Knapped the blouse. The skirt slid to the ground. I felt her hip holder under the underwear, the suspenders. My tail stood in the pants, rubbed her thighs. I pushed her into the pillows, pulled her panties off and pushed her thighs apart. Her pumps fell rumbling on the carpet. “Kiss Me!“She gasped. While I was doing her favor, I parked my expensive friend out of my pants and put myself in position.
Her column was hot and wet, but still tight. She groaned uninhibitedly, more with every push. My cream splashed on her stomach, but also hit her underwear and the nylons. Much more did not happen that evening. But she had firmly promised an appointment in her city. With a bouquet of flowers I picked her out of her small attic apartment. After a little meal and cocktails I brought them home. Although we were tipsy, she warned me to be quiet in the stairwell.
“Do you still have a panties?“I whispered on the stairs. “Quiet!”” Only if you give me immediately. “Really stopped. The light just went out. She nested under her skirt and climbed out of the panties. In the meantime I had found the switch. I got what I wanted: her panties and my will. While she was opening the apartment door, my hand was under her skirt. This time I wanted to take more time.
And I had the impression that Jutta did what I said. … “You can take off your dress,” I said. When she stood in front of me in the black underwear and wanted to brush off the high -heeled shoes, I stopped her. “Not yet. First you show me yours bedroom. “Afterwards she stumbled down the long hallway and stopped the door to me. Gentle light fell on a wide bed covered with white satin. … “very stylish”, I thought.
“Do you have anything else to drink?“When she came with a glass of red wine, I lay naked on the fine sheet. “Lay next to me,” I invited her in. I slowly explored her underwear. The underwear was occupied with lace today. Below she wore a black bra. Likewise the hip holder. I carefully pushed the underwear up. My hand slid over the fine, light brown nylon stockings. I reached for her butt and pulled her closer to me.
I realized her smile that she liked when I kneaded her backbake. “Take off, but let the stockings …” I murmured. Her breasts were nice and round, almost girlish. I cost her big, rosy nipples. She didn’t seem to be squeamish, it liked it if I knack, licked it and carefully bite. Then I pressed hers Legs wide and let my finger slide over her wet, only thin hairy shame. Jutta had closed her eyes and enjoyed any touch.
Her hips weighed towards me. I pushed the hip holder up a little, then I let my plump glider slide gently over her column. Jutta’s gentle whimper greeted me. I plowed deeper and deeper between her lips, worked on her delight with my spearhead. Then I penetrated deeply into her. I felt her juices flowing. Pushed more and more violently. She lifted her hip towards me. I encompassed her rear baking and pulled her abdomen up to me.
… “Yes, yes …”, she whimpered. “Please do it. “Now I understood, let my middle finger slide along her PO column. Jutta ran over the cheeks of joy. I risked more, put my finger in her rosette. She spread her thighs even more. My finger bumped deeper and deeper. I even forgot for a moment to edit her cunt, so I was busy with her back entrance. With a wild cry, it came to the fine lady. Her thighs pressed on my sides.
I waited briefly. “We’re not finished yet, Madamme,” I whispered in her ear and started again. After a few bumps, I was also at the destination. Exhausted I sank on her together. Your silver fingernails gently paint over my back. When we were relaxed next to each other and listened to quiet music, I said: “Slowly I get to know your preferences. “” I’m just a little sniper, “she said shyly. Yes, she liked it when I came through both doors at the same time.
Sleeping was out of the question yet, we were so horny. After a short visit to the bathroom, I pulled out Jutta stockings and hip holders, and she slipped into a fine pearlon shirt. She sucked my Schwengel until he was back. I let Jutta kneel with spread legs in front of me. I rubbed a fine skin cream between her hind bakes and on my spear, which soon enjoyed her crack. I concentrated more and more on her rosette and put the spearhead here.
“Very relaxed, sweetness!“I murmured and went over to the advance. “Cautious!“She was winning and I felt her rosette tense. Slowly I pushed him even deeper into the narrow back entrance. Slowly I fucked her from behind and fingered her dripping wet cunt. “Don’t stop … please!“Jutta gasped. “You can have it. “And I let my fingers circle over her pleasure node faster and faster. Your sighs were louder. Suddenly she hit her thighs over my hand and Jutta sank down on the bed sheet.
My Schwengel slipped out of her back entrance, just when he sprayed. So she got the whole cream portion clapping on her back baking. So it couldn’t go on all night. Jutta had prepared a guest bed in a small chamber. I found a few hours of sleep there. In the morning I woke up with a proud latte. I tapped over to see if Jutta was awakened too. She still slept, or did as if. I pushed the light blanket to the side.
Her shirt had slipped, released the rosy baking of PO. I accepted the challenge and pushed my stiff into your pleasure grotto from behind. After a while I turned Jutta on my back and pushed over from the front. I did not forget to operate her rosette with the middle finger. My Schwengel didn’t want to let go. “Come on, inject me,” she begged. But I pulled my cock back and put my finger deep into her rosette.
Jutta could no longer keep still, her pelvis reared up to me. … “Yes! Yah! Yeah!“Finally I pushed vigorously into her cunt. A few times, then inject my juice deep into your column. I disappeared under the shower, Put on me quickly and then got a taxi to my business date. I met Oooe an DRALLE End forced in a café. The false blonde had a few kilos too much. I found her attractive, sat next to her to the bar and ordered coffee.
She reacted hesitantly to my attempts to chat, bored. Nevertheless, she revealed her name: Rosita. Since her tight skirt slipped on the bar stool, I discovered another secret pleased. She wore nylons with suspenders. So I stayed tuned. Twenty minutes later she let me go home from me. The heavy shopping bag was a welcome occasion to accompany you to the apartment door. “But it is not tidy,” she warned me. So I had an easy game to get into her apartment.
“But now I have to …” I dizzy. “Let’s meet the days again?“She didn’t decline. Not even when I hugged her to say goodbye and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She replied with a real kiss. So I pulled her closer to myself. A real smooch. “Not experienced for a long time”, Rosita gasped a bit breathless. “We have to stand?”I asked grinning. Without a word she pushed me into Living room To a wide, black leather sofa too.
There my hand soon came under her skirt, stroked her nylon stockings, felt her suspenders and her silk panties. Rosita got involved in my tie and buttoned up my shirt. Before she even opened the blouse, I was sitting naked on the sofa, up the tail. With a crazy step, emphasizing her curves, she went to the window, pulled the curtain, put on a record and got two glasses of sparkling wine.
Then she slowly pulled out the blouse, the skirt fell to the ground, the bra too. She put her shoes with the enormous paragraphs between my legs and cut off the stockings. She let me do the rest. I pulled the nylons very carefully from their plump calves. With routine it grabbed the straps belt and put it aside. With wide -spread thighs, she settled on me. I cost their thick, round breasts and kissed their little light brown buds.
Rosita grabbed my Schwengel and pushed him towards her tight and finely hairy column. Her lips felt moist. With small movements I let my best piece slide along her column. Again she reached for it and led him to her pretty big pleasure button. I worked it out until I realized that I couldn’t hold out long anymore. “Make yourself comfortable,” I asked the rounded beautiful to lie on the sofa.
I used the resulting break for a sip of sparkling wine and a little chatter. Then I felt ready. Slowly I leaned over the plump femininity. Smiling quietly she enjoyed every train. Then she spread her thighs a little wider, stretched out her shell even more invitingly. And I inject uninhibitedly into her cunt, pumped my whole cream into her dripping column. Rosita quickly disappeared into the bathroom and soon reappeared in a crumpled bathrobe.
I also quickly freshened up and disappeared with a kiss out of Rosita’s apartment. It shouldn’t remain my only visit. When Rosita was increasingly concerned with showing herself with her young lover, things became too striking for me and I didn’t find as much time for the lady. OOONICHT once to the you I came to a shy newspaper buyer. She had her kiosk near a customer for whom I worked for a few weeks.
The narrow, long -haired woman liked to chat over time and greeted me from afar. When I started to compliment her, she made more effort with her outer one, wore more colorful blouses and lipstick, had had her hair done. When my newspaper was not yet delivered, I took the opportunity. “If you close, just bring me one to my hotel. Room 114. “Shortly after six, it knocked. Ms. Gärtner with the newspaper, in the neat green raincoat.
“It fits her name,” I flirted. “Finally I see her completely, not just behind her sales counter. “I pushed her through the door, she didn’t even know how it happened. “I just ordered tea …” And I had already taken the coat from her and put an armchair to her. “You shouldn’t hide your good figure. “The wide wool skirt and the cardigan couldn’t fool me. She looked good for around fifty, even if she could do more.
After two glasses of orange liqueur, she was like wax in my hands. First the cardigan fell. Then I put my arm around her shoulder. She reacted carefully to the first kiss. Under the flower-white blouse, a simple pearlon subfill came to the muffled light. “It doesn’t work …” I heard her whisper when I raised the zipper of your skirt. Still, I could strip it slightly. Your suspenders were drawn up by the underwear. To my special pleasure.
Under my hugs, my caress, my kisses melted them. I carefully approached the hotel bed with Ms. Gärtner in my arms. Finally I had her underpants in my hand. Now I couldn’t risk a longer break, maybe it would be more bled to me at the last moment. Without moving out, I freed my stand out of my pants and pushed myself between her flashed thighs. With your eyes closed, heavily breathing, she received me in her column.
I shared her lips very slowly. Warm and moist. So I grabbed her butt and pushed more strongly, then deeper, faster. Then slowly, only your outer lips touching. When I only put on her clit, she finally reacted: “Yes, that’s nice,” she whispered. “Take him, lead him where you love it,” I asked her. And in fact she grabbed my Schwengel and let it slide along her wet column.
Up and down, circular over her button … always closed your eyes firmly. A certain tingling sensation indicated that I couldn’t last long. Should I interrupt your dreamy game? First I increased the pressure so that my spear penetrates deep into its column with every movement. This increased the pressure in my organ. I pulled him back. But it exploded there. My pulsating meat in her hand I inject everything on your cunt.
She just let go of hesitation. Now she was very relaxed. Slowly I loosened from her. “That was nice. ” Long break. “Above all, uh, hm, as you sprayed me. “What she murdered was almost inaudible. There she was again, the shy wife gardener. And she still didn’t dare to duke me. So unfortunately it stays a short one adventure. ooo.
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