Fran isn’t the type of woman who does this sort of thing. Oh, so there’s a type, would that be down to nature or nurture, enquires her sarcastically intrusive subconscious? Plus, strictly speaking, she has done ‘this sort of thing’ before, the difference being that last time it was spontaneous, whereas this second encounter is carefully contrived. By him anyway, her preferred role principally one of acquiescence, Fran’s easy agreement to Joe’s suggestion of a further liaison accompanied by the single caveat: “I need you to take charge.” On the way to the rendezvous, she fondly recalls their first meeting a few weeks previously, at a deadly dull work conference.
Was it chemistry or witchcraft that caused her to abandon a caution to spontaneously participate in frenzied and passionate sex? Whatever the reason there’s no escaping the fact of her being older than her handsome beau. What, she’d wondered, does he see in me?
From Joe’s perspective, the answer was simple: lust at first sight., He’d never met a woman like her; radiating mature sexuality, sparkling green eyes and an alluring voice – quite the package. In her mid-forties, perhaps early fifties? Joe didn’t care, just wanted to get her clothes off.
Fran’s reaction had been equally carnal, despite the prospect of sex with a younger man being way outside her comfort zone her body ran the gamut of erotic sensations: hot flush, swelling breasts and a damp pussy.
Their acquaintance was based purely on chance, fate seating them at the same table. There was, she recalls, an instant spark, sometimes you just know. No need to consider the implications, your libido does the thinking. Impulsively Fran placed her pale fingers on his large brown hand, raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly – covertly suggesting they Alanya Escort adjourn upstairs – and received an equally discreet nod of assent.
Flushed with an adrenalin rush of arousal, by silent and serendipitous agreement the pair hurried from the conference’s concluding evening social, almost running to her hotel room; door kicked shut, hands frantically exploring bodies like two horny teenagers. For the first time in her life, Fran felt herself the object of uninhibited carnal desire. Joe, a perfect mix of self-assured and caring, urging Fran on top to set the pace, easily entering her accommodating sex. Uncharacteristically, she prioritised selfish pleasure, determinedly sliding up and down his slippery shaft, tipped her pelvis back and forth, soaring to a climax, yelling as she came, milking his cock and leaving them both satisfied and spent.
Back in the present, in a flatteringly cut, sleeveless dress showcasing toned arms and legs Fran looks fantastic. To avoid the frustration of undoing stubborn buttons and clumsily removing tights, her ensemble fastens with a single zip. Underneath racy lingerie, complemented by sheer stockings worn with knickers over garter straps. Nothing will impede the consummation of their mutual lust. I want this man, thinks Fran, running her tongue over lush red lips, the Rubicon has been crossed, time to act boldly.
Fran knocks on the door, which is opened immediately, he’s been eagerly anticipating her arrival. Straight down to the intended purpose of their tryst, admiring the view across the river from his stylish flat can wait. Joe’s hands cup her face pulling Fran into a kiss.
“I’m glad you came,” he says simply. No need for discussion, both know why they’re here.
“I haven’t yet, but I’m sure you’ll Alanya Escort Bayan shortly take care of that detail,’ she whispers wickedly.
“Indeed, any requests?”
Fran has prepared for this question. “My safe word is orange; your cock does not enter my ass and your hands go nowhere near my throat; beyond that, everything is on the table.”
“I think the bed may be more comfortable…”
Fran turns: “Unzip me please.” The dress slides smoothly down.
“Wow! You look wonderful,” Joe unabashedly ogles her figure. “Not too old,’ she ventures, momentarily insecure.
“You were warned before, mention our age difference and I’ll spank you,” he replies, smiling, but leaving Fran in no doubt it’s no idle comment. The implication is clear, this time Joe intends to take total control. Something else yet untried and way beyond her comfort zone. To her surprise Fran likes the idea, the threat eliciting a hot flash of arousal.
“Kneel on the bed,” he instructs, peremptorily.
Fran complies, her knickers are pulled down, lewdly exposing her arse. Fran struggles to speak, voice hoarse, husky with pent-up sexual desire. “I feel so vulnerable.”
Joe spreads her thighs wide and tongues her pussy, hard. A finger finds her slit and slips between the lips, probing Fran’s hot honeypot from behind. He sucks her clit between his teeth, and already dangerously aroused, she comes instantly, overtaken by surging waves of sensation, almost passing out with orgasmic intensity.
“Fuck me,” dignity relinquished and wanting more she begs to be penetrated. He pushes her head down onto the bed, making Fran bow like some religious supplicant, hindquarters thrust into ever greater prominence. Joe’s hand descends percussively onto Fran’s generous bottom.
Kneeling Escort Alanya on the bed, smarting buttocks decadently positioned to signal Fran’s complete submission, head low, bottom high, she excitedly anticipates his next move. Her bum is vibrantly hot, marked with the red imprints of Joe’s fingers.
He pulls her hips close, rigid rod filling Fran in a single frantic lunge. Thankfully Joe then takes it slowly, sensually insinuating his cock into her wet and gaping pussy a centimetre at a time, allowing Fran to regain her breath and adjust to his girth. Gradually builds a rhythm, long steady strokes sending surges of intense pleasure throughout her body.
This is crazy, thinks Fran – I’m on my hands and knees being fucked senseless by a man I hardly know. The entire basis of our relationship – is it even that? – based on uninhibited fucking. No words to express her emotions right now, suffused by passion and desire, she squirms, contentedly impaled, simultaneously thrilled and scared by her wanton abandon.
“Oh, God,” she moans, “it feels so good,”
Feels good to Joe too; he can scarcely comprehend the extent of her surrender, the sensual joy of this curvaceous body, the skill with which Fran works his cock; his stamina and her experience, combined in a perfect cocktail of pleasurable synchronicity.
Joe thrusts insistently, faster now, as she contracts around him. Thighs shaking, trembling with inchoate arousal, Fran convulses in another orgasm. Somehow, he manages to hold back, not done yet, and turns Fran onto her back, legs akimbo. Cups his hands beneath Fran’s buttocks lifting them and easing his straining erection back into her throbbing pussy. Puts his mouth to Fran’s swollen breasts, sucking on cherry red nipples to elicit rapturous feminine cries. A series of vigorous concluding lunges ensure a mutual climax. He spurts copiously, triggering Fran to come for a third time in short succession; inner libertine distractedly wondering how much further it’s possible to travel from her comfort zone.