Liz was a soft talking, conservative woman who was a supervisor in a large legal firm. She had gone through a cheating husband as well as a cheating boyfriend. Neither had let her explore her sexuality, as she told me on our second date.
When we first met, I was a bit surprised. An attractive fifty-four-year-old woman, she was very proper. After dinner, I walked her to her car, where she gave me a great big kiss and hoped we’d see each other soon.
Our second date ended up parked in her car in a ride-share parking lot. I had no idea what awaited me under her blouse – she hid her assets well. Among other things, she told me she liked her breasts to be slapped hard. During intense kissing and groping, she told me how her boyfriend would not let her explore her sexuality.
She was very matter-of-fact in discussing her sexuality, and I found this rather hot. Except for the security guard at the parking garage, who knows what might have transpired. We had agreed that neither of us was looking for a relationship, but an FWB situation would be perfect for us both.
She emphasized, sooner rather than later, so I booked a hotel for the following Saturday night. I let her know to come a few hours after check-in time. I wanted to give her what she had desired for many years.
When Liz arrived, I blindfolded her at the door. I led her towards the closed bathroom door and eased her back against the door. Pushing my body against hers, I held her face and we kissed slowly, which then turned into more passionate deep kisses.
Liz moaned, whispering how sexy my arousal felt against her body, and moaned, “It’s been so long since I’ve had cock.” She reached for my pants, and I allowed a brief squeeze through my trousers. I then pulled her hands away and took them in mine.
“Are you going to deny me?” Liz moaned.
“Oh no,” I replied. “You will be denied nothing tonight.” She laughed, maybe a bit nervously.
“You know I’ve never been blindfolded, and I don’t think I would let anyone else do this the first time,” she stated. “But I feel I can trust you.”
Unbuttoning her blouse, I slipped it off and simply said, “Yes.”
She then gasped as I slipped the cuffs on her wrists. I held her hands, leaned in and kissed her neck. She shuddered as I breathed into her ear, “I told you, I will deny you nothing tonight.”
I took her cuffed hands, lifted them over her head, and slipped them over a garment hook on the bathroom door. Stretched out, she writhed her body nervously and jumped when she unexpectedly felt my hands caress her ankles and slowly glide up her legs, lifting her skirt.
Her legs involuntarily opened wider, and I nibbled her mound through her already wet panties. I looked up and saw her head stretch sideways, then back in utter pleasure. “What are you doing to me?!” she moaned.
“Everything,” I replied, and trailed kisses up her abdomen, sliding my hands up her waist. She jumped and laughed as I hit her ticklish spot, and then relaxed into her bondage as my hands undid her skirt. She thrust her hips forward as I rolled her skirt down, then off one leg at a time, lifting each leg for her.
I kissed her calves one at a time before I set them back down. I stood up, dragging my nails up her body with my ascent, unbuttoned my shirt, and leaned my bare chest against her bra and stomach. I ever so lightly kissed her neck, chest, shoulders and lips as she pushed her mound into me, wanting to feel my hardness with her wetness.
“You are the best kisser,” she said lightly.
“Thank you,” I replied as I reached around her and unfastened her bra. It dropped to the ground, revealing her full, pale breasts. Accented by her pink areolas, they were amazing.
“You have the breasts of a much younger woman,” I said. “They’re stunning,” I continued as I kissed her face and caressed her hips.
“They’re real!” she stated proudly. We both laughed for a moment until the loud smack caused her to groan. “Ohh god!” she wailed, as her breast shuddered from the upward slap. With another upward motion, I slapped her other breast. Her full breasts let off the most amazing sound. “Ugh! Harder!” she demanded.
I slapped both breasts in turn, watching them turn red, verbally checking on her after every slap. Her only reply: “Again! Harder!”
Her breasts swelled, the crimson color deepened, and I stopped. She felt a gentle suckle on each nipple. “Exactly! That’s it!” she almost screamed. “Ohh, the pleasure after the pain is exquisite!” I leaned in and kissed her, and it was like kissing a totally different person than the one who had entered the room.
Her kisses were voracious, hungry, demanding, aggressive... Her hips thrust outward to meet me, then slammed back into the door, only to bounce back out.
“More!" she implored.
I took hold of her soaking panties and tore them off her. “Yes! Fucking yes!” she cried. “Don’t deny me!”
I stepped back, watched her body writhe in anticipation. “What?” she questioned.
The next thing she felt, to her surprise, was my mouth devouring her pussy, lifting her legs and slinging them over my shoulders. My shoulders bore her weight, but I could hear her grasp the chain of the cuffs in an ecstatic gesture.
Her legs wrapped around me as I held her ass in my hands. “Oh god, oh god, what are you doing to me!” she moaned. I removed her legs, stood up and gave her a few more unexpected breast slaps before returning to devour her pussy. Rinse and repeat over and over.
Her body was beginning to perspire; her flesh was hot, but her pussy was molten. Her moans were hard and fast, coming from an unfamiliar place to her.
I stepped back, dropped my pants and shirt, knelt down to lick her clit, and continued my lick up her mound, abdomen, and between her breasts, licking her salty sweat from her body. Liz felt me begin to stand completely up, bracing for another breast slap when my engorged cock thrust up and into her.
“Oh god, oh god,” she kept moaning. “Your cock, give it to me, give it to me!” I slung my hands under her legs and lifted them, supporting her while she locked her legs around me. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat, hanging limply over her face. It was the perfect frame for the intensity showing on her face.
I plowed into Liz; she answered back with each thrust, the return of her hips pounding against the bathroom door.
I could feel her body begin to build towards orgasm, and I whispered, “Time for bed.” She could only nod her head approvingly. I ever so slowly pulled out of her, letting her feel the scrape of my mushroom head against each inner ridge of her pussy. I released her hands from the hook and she slumped into me.
Laughing, she panted, “I can barely stand. That’s a first!” I laughed back and she asked to take off the blindfold. “I haven’t seen you since you answered the door. I want to look at your body, see your cock and balls,” she requested.
“I told you, you will be denied nothing tonight, but you will need to have patience,” I said as I removed her cuffs, kissing each hand in turn.
Liz wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply, pushing her wet body against mine. "I feel like a teenager!” she exclaimed.
“I take it that’s a good thing?"
“Of course,” she whispered as she slowly knelt and took hold of my cock. She sucked it voraciously, vacuuming it into her throat, letting out a gag every so often which soaked my cock with her saliva.
