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The date did not get off to a good start. I arrived early as always, ordered a drink and found a nice seat outside to enjoy the amazing summer sun that for once was beating down on London. As the minutes ticked by I began to think that I’d been stood up. Suddenly, fifteen minutes late, my phone buzzed with a message apologising but assuring me she was on her way.She finally arrived thirty minutes late and I was taken aback – she had looked very cute online but her picture really didn’t do her justice at all. Despite being flustered she was stunning, about five-foot-two with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes and a brilliant smile. She described herself as thin and was not lying–hers was a tight body with a wonderful pert set of boobs and a high firm butt especially for a forty-two-year-old divorced mother of two. As the drinks flowed we naturally chatted easily as if we’d known each other for years. The occasional flick of her hair or brushing of my arm showed just how relaxed she was in my company. I was captivated by her, and hoping beyond hope that we’d share at least a kiss this evening. Her impeccably lipsticked lips looked so inviting and I couldn’t wait to experience them.She told me how she was brought up in New York, graduated from Columbia and had become a lawyer before moving to London seven years before with her husband. Much like myself, she had divorced a year previously and was starting out in the online dating world.On our third drink, the talk turned to dating and sex, much to my delight. “Have you been on many dates since your divorce?” Maggie asked.“A few,” I replied, “but not many, and how about you?”. Much to my surprise, she said, “This is my first, and I am so nervous.”I assured her she had nothing to feel nervous about and that I was loving her company, which seemed to relax her.She gave a smile and asked, “And how many people have you had sex with since the divorce?”I lied and said, “Just two. You’ve been divorced a year now so how many people have you slept with since then?” “None,” she replied. “In fact, I’ve only ever had sex with my ex-husband.”“You’re kidding!” I blurted out, not managing to hide my shock whatsoever.“No, I’m totally serious. I grew up in a pretty strict Jewish home and lost my virginity on my wedding night,” she stated matter-of-factly.Now I wanted more than ever to not only kiss her plump red lips but to do a whole lot more with this incredible lady. Sadly my hopes were soon to be shattered.“And I won’t be having sex with you either,” she added.Somewhat shocked at her honestly and feeling a little deflated, I cheekily replied, “Tonight, or ever?”A sly smile reignited my hopes that maybe not tonight, but soon, I might just get to see her naked.“Would it be alright if we kissed?” she asked, “but no tongues.”“I promise, no tongues – unless you slip me the tongue first,” I replied with a wink.I leant forward and closed my eyes as her soft warm lips pressed against mine and lingered for a few tantalising seconds before she pulled away. I looked up to see her smiling and preparing to kiss me again, once more delighted as she pressed firmly against my lips. “That was nice. You’re only the second man I’ve ever kissed.”I moved closer to her and felt her hand rest on my right thigh as she moved to kiss me once more. Our lips lingered longer than ever and she released a very şişli escort quiet moan. Our kissing continued for at least fifteen minutes with no sign of her tongue. As we were finishing our drinks I asked if she’d like another one or would she like get dinner.Much to my dismay, she said she should be heading home but would love to meet again soon while her kids were still away with their grandparents. At least the possibility was there for something more and very soon, I thought. She ordered an Uber and I started walking her to the meeting point, then I felt her hand reach for mine. There we were, walking hand in hand like innocent school kids. With only minutes to go until her Uber arrived our eyes met, I brushed a lock of hair from her face and we leant in to kiss. Our lips pressed urgently together and now my hand was on the nape of her neck, then I felt it! Her tongue tentatively pressed forward. I opened my mouth and soon our tongues were gently caressing each other as I pulled her towards me. Our bodies pressed together and for the first time, I felt the firmness of her breasts against my chest. As we parted and opened our eyes I saw her smile and lick a tiny piece of saliva from her top lip.I leaned back against the wall and pulled her towards me, urgently exploring her mouth as she put her hands around my waist tugging us closer together. Just as we were getting heavily into making out her phone rang, jerking us back into reality. Her Uber had arrived and was just across the road from us, the driver watching us making out. As I walked her to her car, hand in hand once more, I thought I’d try pushing my luck even further.“Perhaps I should come with you to make sure you get there safely,” I said.Without missing a beat she replied: “Okay, but you’re not coming inside – I told you we’re not having sex.”“Of course not, I just want to make sure you get home safely,” I replied, secretly hoping that I might still get invited in.The whole journey we were making out with her becoming more and more passionate, running her fingers through my hair, caressing my arms, neck and back and moaning more and more. As we arrived at her house, an immaculate London townhouse, I made sure that we both exited the Uber as I walked her to the door. Reaching the top of the steps she turned and said, “I’ve had a wonderful evening, thank you. I’d forgotten how much fun I can have.” Desperately yearning to feel her body once again I leaned forward, placed my arm around her and drew her in for a kiss. Our bodies pressed tightly together as our tongues danced together one final time. I’m sure she must have felt my raging hard-on against her hip. Our kiss seemed to go on forever before she withdrew and reached into her bag searching for her keys. She opened the door and turned to face me. Expecting her to wish me a good night, I was elated when she instead reached for my hand and led me indoors. This was now beyond my wildest dreams and I knew if I played it right I might just become the second person she had ever fucked.Inside she led me to the living room and asked if I wanted a drink, which of course I accepted. She grabbed a crystal decanter and poured two fairly large glasses of whiskey and came to sit right next to me. She seemed nervous, so I put my arm around her and pulled her tight as we kissed once more. I felt her hand on my thigh, inching mecidiyeköy escort higher and higher – ever closer to my rock-hard cock, but never quite touching it.I could tell she wanted more but didn’t know how to move things forward or was simply too nervous to try. Downing my drink, I stood up and said, “You have an amazing home, why don’t you show me around?”I feigned interest as she showed me her home, hoping she’d take the hint and lead me to her bedroom. Eventually, she did, turning to say, “Other than my husband, you’re the only man ever to be in here,” smiling nervously.“I’m honoured,” I said as I brushed her hair from her face once more and searched for her plump lips. As our tongues teased and caressed each other I tugged her hard against me, making sure to press my throbbing dick against her hip. She pulled me in, and I could feel her hands rubbing my back and reaching down to my butt but still not daring to touch it. Instead, I grabbed her ass and squeezed it firmly, enticing a deep moan from Maggie, and finally her hands clutched my cheeks. Now I knew that she wanted more, much, much more.Mid-kiss I reached up and found the zipper on her dress and began to slowly unzip her, giving her plenty of time to object. With no objections coming, I reached up and pressed my hand into the small of her now-exposed lower back and felt her warm smooth skin against my hand. Slowly our lips parted and I took a step back, freeing her shoulders from her dress while staring deep into her eyes. She didn’t resist at all as her dress fell to the ground.My eyes clearly gave away my delight at what I saw as Maggie smiled and tilted her head coyly at my reaction. Wow, she was even more stunning than I had thought. There she stood in an incredible set of lingerie (which I would later find out was La Perla). A black lacy push-up bra made her 36-inch chest rise ever so temptingly, more like the breasts of a twenty-year-old than a forty-two-year-old. Slowly my gaze followed down her slim figure to a matching black suspender belt holding up sheer black stockings. Her outfit was completed with, of course, a matching lace low-rise thong leaving her smooth, flat stomach exposed. “It looks like you were expecting someone to see this sexy little outfit,” I said cheekily. “Were you hoping to get me here tonight?”.“No, I honestly wasn’t. I wore this to make me feel sexy. I wasn’t even expecting to kiss you tonight.”With that I pulled her close, caressing her back as I kissed her passionately. After a few moments, she pushed me back and began undoing my shirt, rushing the buttons, keen to get me undressed. Her hands explored my stomach and chest, rubbing her palms all over as she smiled knowingly at me. My shirt dropped to the floor as we pressed against each other once more, our kissing becoming ever more passionate as I began lightly kissing and licking her neck. Slowly, tentatively I felt her hands begin moving down from my chest onto my stomach again and reaching for my belt.She quickly had my belt undone but was struggling to undo my jeans, so I lent her a hand undoing the button and pushing them to the ground – ensuring I pushed my socks off as I did so. Now she could clearly see not just the bulge in my boxers but the ever-growing damp patch she was causing. I took her by the hand and led her towards her bed. Before allowing her to sit down I reached around and unclasped her bra. For a moment she pinned her arms against her sides holding her bra in place, as if unsure. Then she moved them and let her magnificent breasts burst free. Even without the push-up bra her tits were firm and seemed to defy gravity, with firm nipples standing proudly erect. Without missing a beat I took first one nipple and then the other in my mouth, rolling it around, teasing that bullet with both my tongue and teeth. My hands grabbed a firm handful and squeezed each boob firmly. As I stood up I pressed my body against hers and felt her now-wet tits sliding against my body. Moments later I felt her tracing a line with her tongue from my neck to my chest, licking eagerly at my tiny but now very firm nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body.Soon I realised that she was heading further down as she took to her knees facing the throbbing cock in my shorts. She nervously took hold of the waistband, sliding my boxers off, letting my dick spring free.“Fuck me!” she said. “It’s huge!”Now I’ve never had any complaints about my size but never considered myself “huge”. My cock is a little over seven inches and pretty thick; combined with trimmed pubes and shaved balls, it has never disappointed – but I was delighted at her response.I simply smiled and guided it towards her mouth, pushing it gently to her lips. Her warm and powerful tongue licked the tip, circling the entire thing as she reached up to stroke my balls. I pulled my cock up, exposing my shaved ball sac to her and felt the warm wetness of her tongue exploring my tight balls that were bursting to unload. I let my dick rest on her cheek as she finished on my sac and licked the shaft, taking it in her hand and slowly rubbing it backward and forward.“Holy shit, you’ve got a foreskin!” she suddenly shouted. I’d totally forgotten the only man she had been with was her Jewish husband, so she had never experienced a foreskin before. I watched as she slowly pulled it to and fro, exposing and then hiding the purple head. I could see the genuine look of amazement and discovery on her face as she tugged on my dick.“Now you’ve played with it, suck it,” I urged her.I watched as she pulled back my foreskin letting the head free, licked it to get it wet once more and then tried to stick it in her mouth. The tip made it in, but before much else, I could feel I was filling her mouth. To give her credit, she did the best she could creating a beautiful warmth and wetness as she tried to squeeze more of my cock into her mouth. Soon she was picking the pace up, bobbing back and forth on my tip while using one hand to slide down my shaft in perfect rhythm and the other hand tugging on my balls. The sight of her beautiful face sucking me as hard as she could whilst playing with my balls was almost more than I could take and I could feel my orgasm building.“I’m going to cum any minute if you keep doing that,” I moaned. Her pace quickened and my cock started twitching – meaning I was seconds from cumming. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, is that okay?” I begged but she just kept going. Then my balls contracted and I exploded in her mouth: first one, then another and another and one final spurt of hot cum shot into her mouth. With the tip of my cock already in there, it was more than she could take and she started to cough as cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and onto the floor. I pulled out of her mouth and she licked the cum from her lips as she recovered and began to stand.

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