Moving In

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I guess I’m your average 21 year old. I go to school, work part time, have a bunch of friends, drink every now and again, and absolutely LOVE sex. I’d say I’m quite good looking. I stand at 6 feet tall, have shaggy blonde hair, and spend a decent amount of time in the gym. I get my fair share of women, quite easily as a matter of fact. Recently, I’ve started to desire older women, not too old, but maybe ranging up to 45. You know the kind, the MILFs. The hot moms with the experience and the body to back it up. Anyway, I was walking back from the campus day when I noticed that there was a U-Haul along the street where my friends and I shared an apartment. Now your normal college apartment is either disgusting or dirt cheap. Mine is neither. My parents, and my friend’s parents as well, are quite wealthy, and insist that we have a nice place at school. I really couldn’t care less, but it suits my needs. It wasn’t all that peculiar seeing a new person move in. I live in a college town, there’s plenty of students moving in and out as they get accepted and graduate. But this, this was different. I stopped my walk home and watched as the gorgeous woman stepped gingerly out of her soccer-mom SUV. She had to be pushing 40, but, damn she didn’t look it. Her legs were long and thin, defining her lower body, enabling her to move with grace. Her stomach flat and toned, exposed in the summer sun. Her tan skin shown golden brown in the sunlight, with beads of perspiration. Her breasts, at least a full C cup standing firmly with little sag. Just enough to know that they were real. Her blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders, framing her face. Some women are cute and angelic, some are hot and demonic. She was the Kartal Escort latter, scorching the earth as she walked past.As soon as I saw her, I knew I was going after her, and I was going to have her. She just screamed sex from every pore of her body. Every step she took was with such sexual energy, it was as if she was screaming to be fucked, and fucked hard. It was a warm day, the beginning of the semester actually, and she was wearing just a plain white t-shirt. The heat of the day, added to the exertion of moving was making her sweat, and it looked good on her. The way she would lick her lips to catch the falling drops of sweat, the way her shirt clung to her body. She was, of course, trying for a cheaper rate from the movers (and I think she got it), but it had no less of an effect on me. She knew she was hot, and she was far from over the hill.Each day as I passed her house, something new would make my cock ache. One day she was just lounging on her yard, wearing a bikini, soaking up some sun. Another she would be coming back from her morning run, wearing just a sports bra and short athletic shorts, the sweat dripping from her body alluringly. Each time I passed her I couldn’t help but give her a once over, stare up and down her body, imagine my cock inside her. Finally, on the third day, I decided to approach her. “Welcome to the street! I’m Dorian. I live down the road, at 2320.” “Thanks, always nice to have a friendly face to talk to. Name’s Lynn.”We chatted for a while, when I found out that she was recently divorced and had a son a few years younger than I am. Eventually we got onto the topic of her move. “Yea, I saw that U-Haul pull up. Seemed Kartal Escort Bayan like quite a bit to move to a new home.” “Well, I let my son of a bitch husband keep the house, but I took all the stuff.” “If you ever need any help with the heavier boxes, you know where to find me.” “Well, moving in has been a pain. Can you help out now?” “Sure thing, Lynn.”I walked inside and was instantly cooled by the air conditioning. Boxes towered all over the place, as if she hadn’t even started. I must have been stating wide eyed at them because she then asked jokingly, “Regretting your decision?” “No, not at all. Just plenty of boxes here, where do you want to start?” “Let’s get all of the bedroom stuff done first. I like to be able to sleep comfortably, then focus on everything else.” “Ok, lead the way.” I picked up a box and followed her swaying ass into her bedroom. As we started to unpack I noticed her watching me, looking at me as I would pick up a box, or staring at my crotch when I stood up. I had a feeling this was going exactly the way I wanted it to. Deciding to be coy, I would play her game. We traded gazes back and forth, neither of us saying anything.Now because this is an erotic story, I’m betting you think this is going to be where I just take her and throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Right? Well, not exactly how I operate. I know when a girl wants me, and she did. I wanted to toy with her, draw it out, make the sex that much better, that much more passionate. She stood up directly in front of me and stretched, bending backwards, thrusting her tits forward at me, making them press against her shirt, her nipples poking at me. Smiling Escort Kartal at her I said, “Cold?” She looked down at her nipples and smiled, “Sure, let’s go with cold. How about we go outside to the garden to warm up.” “Sounds good to me.” Again I followed her, this time out to the garden. “I was thinking about doing some planting soon, what do you think?” I smiled inwardly. “I think that’s a good idea. Maybe some pussy willows.” She looked over and smiled at me. “Pussy willows are good. But I was thinking something a little easier to work with, something that will grow fast, something that would grow almost as soon as I touch it, I mean plant it.” “So, something that will fill the hole really well, make the landscape feel good, I mean look good.” “Yes, something exactly like that. Something with a hard, firm stalk.” “All this gardening talk is making me thirsty. You want something to drink?” “Cum?” “What?” “Come inside, I’m sure we can find something.” We entered the house and she locked the door behind her. She stared at me with the eyes reserved for that of passionate, lustful sex.I decide to be bold, end the game, and just fuck her. “So, should we stop with the puns and just fuck?”She looked at me with mock amazement, and ran her hands over her flawless body. She unbuttoned button after button on her shirt, opening it fully, but the material still covering her tits. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I gave her a mischievous smile and pulled her to me, pressing her ass against my crotch. I reached around her, cupping both tits, my lips on her neck. “Now do you know what’s going on?” “I’m getting a better idea, but there’s one thing I must check before I’m sure.” With that she moved away from me and sank to her knees, unzipping my shorts and pulling them down my legs, followed quickly by my underwear. She moaned her approval and swiftly took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me deeply, pushing my cock into her throat with the practiced ease that comes with experience.

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