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Mark and Vivian on one side, Carmen and I facing them. Every so often, Vivian would taker her heels off and dangle them with her toes. Then she placed her foot in my crotch from across the table. Should you loved this article along with you would like to acquire details about naked milfs and cougars kindly check out our web page. Her toes would gently caress my cock. I pretended not to notice and she had the perfect poker face. No one knew. But my dick knew. After dinner we get to the hotel, a timeshare with a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and two baths. We say goodnight. Mark and Vivian close their door and Carmen and I do the same and get ready to shower together. I was so horny from Vivian’s toes teasing my cock I wanted to fuck. I tried fooling around with Carmen in the shower, but she was on her period, cranky and felt grossed out by doing it while being bloody. I went to bed with a throbbing cock. Cuddling up to Carmen at night just made it worse. I dreamed it was Vivian I was spooning but that just made me want to fuck more and Carmen wasn’t going for it. I woke up early to the smell of fresh coffee. I wanted to be the first one up to make a good breakfast for everyone but I guess someone beat me to it. Carmen was passed out asleep so I crawled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and headed for the kitchen. Vivian was in the there setting up coffee cups. As the sun peeked between the vertical blinds, I could just make out the shape of her tits through her semi transparent pajamas. They reminded me of bananas the way the nipples defied gravity and pointed upwards. She had on loose fitting pajama shorts that looked to be one or two sizes too big for her. As I walked in, she was reaching for the sugar at the top shelf of the cabinet and her loose fitting shorts gave me full view of her thick thighs and curvy ass. I was a little embarrassed of my morning wood…it wasn’t really a full hard on, just a bit thicker and harder than normal. You could easily see the outline of my cock halfway to my knee through my boxy shorts. "Good morning sexy", I whispered as I came up behind her and grabbed the sugar that was just out of her reach. She was somewhat surprised as I wrapped my hand around her waist and I pulled her into me. My cock was instinctively pressed between her soft warm ass cheeks and pushed against her pussy as she subconsciously arched her back. "Well, good morning", she smiled. I set the sugar down and ran my hand down her still extended arm. I lightly brushed her left nipple, but it seemed accidental. Both her nipples immediately grew and poked through her shirt. My cock got harder. I felt like I could not control myself. I reached both hands under her shirt and around her warm thin waist and held her firmly. "What were you trying to do to me last night?" I demanded. She smiled, "Nothing, my feet were cold, that’s all. I needed a place to warm them." Her right leg was bent. I ran my hand down from her waist to her thigh, down to her calf and towards her foot and caressed her toes. "You mean these feet?" She gave me a look I will never forget. She was so pretty and slutty looking at the same time but also looked scared. Glancing downwards to get a better view of her small feet, I noticed her perfectly painted toes matched her perfectly manicured hands, dark red polish with white tips. Very sexy milf, I thought. As I ran my hand back up her leg, my hand easily slipped past her pajama shorts and up her thick thigh to her ass. Her ass cheeks were full, but firm. She looked even more scared. "What are you doing?" she sighed heavily. She ever-so-slightly spread her legs and I took that as an invitation. My left hand reached for her nipple and my right hand went from her ass to crotch. It was warm and already wet. My fingers easily slid inside her as I nibbled the back of her neck. "What are you doing?" she asked again. "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered as I removed my fingers. She begged, "Please, we can’t…this is so wrong." I started to massage her clit with my wet fingers. She spread her legs a little more. "We shouldn’t do this", she sighed again. I could see a stream of her juice dripping to the floor, the sun shining through the vertical blinds made her girl drool look like honey as a long stream fell to the floor. A small puddle of her juice began to form. My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, I thought it was going to tear a hole in my boxers. Very carefully I pulled my cock out, Vivian instantly started stroking me. My cock started to drip. I had never experienced pre-cum before and wasn’t sure if I was already coming, her hands were so soft and small on my huge cock and it felt wonderful. She lifted her thigh and pushed my dick inside her. It slid in so easily as she was sopping wet. She was instantly moaning, "I’m cumming!" she whispered. I couldn’t hold back, my cock exploded, it felt like I was cumming a gallon of cum. "Oh my god!" she nearly cried. My cock was still pulsating and I was enjoying every second as I held her against me with my cock still deep inside her from behind. We could hear noises from one of the bedrooms. I quickly pulled out of her, more of both our juiced fell to the floor. We both ran to separate bathrooms. I cleaned myself up and went back to the kitchen for coffee. Mark and Vivian walked out together holding hands. Mark was like, "Hey, what’s up? Where do you wanna go for breakfast?" Vivian was pouring Mark coffee and he says, "Look you spilled something on the floor, honey!" She bends over and cleans it with a paper towel and a grin. Mark says, "See, isn’t she great, she keeps the house so clean!" And that was one of the best fucks of my life. Mark and Vivian eventually got married but sometimes I still dream about that one morning we shared. vvancruz

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Clara and I had been friends for years. She was one of my first friends when I entered high school and we remained close pretty much throughout. Wed talked about dating a few times, but one or the other of us was always in a relationship. Senior year came around and her life really split apart, her dad kicked her out suddenly, her boyfriend had cheated on her and shed had a major falling out with the majority of our friends since her boyfriend was pretty well networked amongst them. She really needed a break and my family decided to provide her one. She had always been a good friend to the entire family, so it wasnt even a conversation when she needed a place to stay, my parents accepted her with open arms. She came with a duffle bag of things and moved into my little sisters room. She kept insisting shed only stay a week at most, but my parents let her know that she could stay as long as she needed to! At that time, I worked most evenings, getting home a little after 10pm, just in time to catch a late night talk show, chat a moment with my parents and then play something on PlayStation before I went to bed myself. The first night she was staying, I didnt even know it was happening! She had asked my mother, who had established all of the plans. So I came home after a long day to find Clara sitting on the couch with my parents watching the tail end of the news. I greeted her with a smile and got a snack while Jay Leno started up. We sat up and all chatted during Jay Leno. Once his opening monologue was over, my parents packed up and headed to bed. "Youre staying the night?" I finally inquired once my parents were upstairs. Wed all talked about it a little bit, but I wanted to hear from her myself. "Yeah. Your mom was too nice about it," she smiled, curled up under a blanked, wearing some flannel pajama pants and a tanktop with a black bra. I sat down next to her with a tortilla I had just nuked. "Mm, that smells good," she smiled. "Want it?" I asked, offering her the untouched snack. She politely accepted and I got up to make another. "So how long will you be here?" I inquired, waiting for the microwave. "Ill find a place before next week," she insisted, mouth half full of tortilla. What felt absurd about that was the fact that it was already Thursday, not leaving her nearly long enough to find a place. "Im sure its fine if you need to stay longer," I assured her, taking the tortilla out and rolling it up before heading back to the couch to sit down. "Your family is very sweet," she smiled. "Bah, stop it!" I played back. We continued to shoot the shit, chatting about my day at work and making stupid jokes that high schoolers do. By a little after midnight, we werent really talking about anything. We were really just... well, at the time, I wasnt sure! 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She asked, maneuvering past me to take a seat at the table. I sat down, mouth full of food. "Long... Boring and long. How were things here?" We yammered back and forth, my parents coming into the dining room about 30 minutes later to say good night. We cordially replied and then went back to our discussion. Or, tried to. I felt like the entire energy had changed in that moment. We were really really alone quite suddenly. She finally broke the silence, reminding me where I was in the midst of a story. Again, we just shot the shit, chatting about nothing, but sitting really close. I didnt want to let tonight go to waste without seeing what could possibly happen. I devised a plan. "Man, wanna go sit on the floor? Im exhausted and the floor looks comfortable," hella smooth! "Oh yeah?" She smirked, shaking her head. "What?" I followed as she headed to the carpeted floor, sitting down on a pillow. "Oh no, you were right this is SO much cozier," she teased. I didnt know how to reply, she seemed to be calling me out for something (and rightfully so) but also didnt seem upset about it. Id love to say that I had some quick get back, but I froze up and just changed the subject. Not as smooth as I wish I was. We just continued on lazing about the floor, our bodies and faces drifting closer and closer together. We sat less than a foot apart as she watched me, my words empty and her ears deaf. She kept glancing down at my lips and Im positive I returned the gesture. I would say nothing and she would reply with a snarky affirmation, her eyes becoming impatient, knowing full-well my intent, but my courage still too small to overcome the unscalable distance between us! She would even tilt her head to accommodate a very simple trajectory to a kiss. I dont remember many details from the conversation, just that she leaned even closer to me and said something along the lines of "oh yeah professor. And what else do you have planned?" 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I knew nothing about what I was doing, but for what I had seen in porn. It seemed like rubbing her up and down or in circles would be the best way to go about it. Whatever I was doing though, it was right, because she covered her mouth, her hips raising to meet my touch. Her face was totally flushed from our dirty activities, the fabric of her shorts soaked. At that moment in time, I didn’t realize that this was a sign of arousal, at least slightly. I just thought vaginas were always this soaked… As we lay there, I continued to kiss her, her hand traveling back to the front of my pants, gripping me more furiously this time! I sighed out loudly against the kiss, my pleasure no longer close to peak, but my desire to cum almost completely overwhelming! Her rubbing became more and more furious, our passionate kissing raising our body temperatures. I just remember laying there, sweating quite intensely as the hours passed on, this erotic adventure quite exhilirating already, my mind and body open to see what other mysteries it had in store for me. Just then I heard the sound of the zipper on my pants. I looked down to see that Clara had already unbuttoned my pants without me knowing and was just now reaching the bottom of my zipper. She looked up at me, eyes wide and lustful. She maneuvered into my boxers. I moaned as her hand touched my throbbing, rigid cock. She pulled my cock through the hole in the front of my boxers and looked down. She sighed "That’s a relief," she smiled at me, biting her lip. "What?" "I was REALLY hoping you had a big dick!" she sighed out, as if she had heard it in a porno recently or something... I just smiled back, too intrigued with what was happening to care about her awkward compliment. Perhaps she knew what she was doing, giving me more credit that I was due in order to further seduce me. It wasn’t too long before she had crawled down to my member, licking the precum off the top. I couldn’t stop her as she took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. My head spun and I was consumed with pleasure. I was pretty sure that I was going to cum immediately, but she constantly kept stopping, seemingly knowing the pleasure that she was bringing to me! Her head gently bobbed back down, deeper each time, her tongue circling my cock with each recoil. I swear at this point I must have been running a dangerous fever, my whole body just wanting the release of orgasm, my every inch so sensitive to her masterful touch. I held my hand over my mouth, laying back, sweat pouring from my brow. She could fit about half the length before it was too much for her, but that was certainly enough for me. It was incredible to me to be sharing all of this with her, especially after all this time. I just remember a sort of sexual resonance at that point, a warmth inside my body. I was enjoying feeling sexual and I kind of didnt ever want to cum. Too late. I warned her with another quiet "c-careful," but she made a decision and that was to let me cum in her mouth. My body gave into orgasm, hot cum splashing into her soft mouth. I felt her suck up and swallow every last drop. She moved back up to me and kissed my cheek. "Good?" She asked. I could only manage to nod. "I should return the favor," I remarked. She smirked but shook her head. "I dont think I could stay quiet," she laughed. "We could use a pillow, you could moan into it," I wasnt going to give up that easily. But she shook her head. "Another time maybe," she gave a half-hearted smile at me as she planted a kiss on my lips. And in that moment I had two choices: let the evening fizzle out from there and go to bed to see what daylight brought for us or tell her about the vacancy in the basement and leave everything up to chance... At that point how could I turn back? If we went downstairs, I was essentially agreeing to sex. "Well… actually…" I really considered what I was about to say as I looked to her. "Andrew texted me," I explained, her face rather close to mine. She nodded and laughed. "Well, congrats," she teased, giving me a quizzical look. "He’s staying at Dylan’s tonight…" I watched her eyes, but the meaning of my words didn’t seem to sink in, "Meaning that he won’t be home tonight…" she still gave no indication that any of this was making sense to her. I sighed, she was really going to make me come out and say it explicitly. Her face dwelled close to mine, her eyes locked on my gaze. "What are you trying to say?" she inquired. "The basement is free tonight… so we could use it for… uhm, activities" she offered me a hesitant smile. No, the smile wasn’t hesitant, but she was indicating hesitance through the smile. "You don’t think your parents might hear us anyways?" she inquired. I frowned and shrugged, unsure if they would or not. The risk was certainly a factor, but it was also part of the appeal. "I’m sorry, I just don’t think I could keep quiet." And, just like last night, the evening fizzled out. We made out for another half hour or so, but it was not meant to be. Getting off at the end of the night, I actually somehow felt good about how things wrapped up. We had some fun, but nobody compromised their "purity". But oh man! If I had known what was going to happen soon, I may not have felt so easy about it. /u/dreddito