Twenty years older

Hello, dear readers! This is my debut in the " " series. It's no secret to anyone that in our youth, we all were fascinated by women older than us, just as the older half of the fair sex is fascinated by young, full-of-strength youths. This will be the subject of my story, in which I will describe my first woman, who was older than me.

Moscow. February. The year two thousand was upon us, as it was fashionable to say then—the millennium! As many remember, at that time, cellular communication and our beloved Internet were just beginning to grow. So, back then, there wasn't really an opportunity to meet people online like there is now, and I found a simple way—I placed an ad in the newspaper,

saying that a young, full-of-strength twenty-year-old man wanted to meet a woman aged thirty or older. I was twenty years old at the time. And there it was, the long-awaited letter! A woman named Irina writes to me, saying she wants to meet, etc., and she gave her phone number. I, of course, called immediately. A gentle female voice answered the phone. Irina is a kindergarten teacher, divorced, has a small child, and her father is a pensioner. Naturally, in such a situation, a woman really lacks sex. And so began our introductory conversation.

After that, the next day, we agreed to meet.

And so, I'm standing in the underpass, as agreed. Waiting. And suddenly, a slender blonde in a black coat approaches me.

 — Irina—she introduced herself.

 — Very nice to meet you, I replied.

We went outside and walked along a snow-covered path next to residential blocks, chatting casually. But all our thoughts were revolving around sex.

 — I have a friend who lives nearby—she said—shall we go to her place? We have nowhere else to go anyway.

 — Great idea!—I said.

She rang the intercom.

 — Hi! I'm here with a boy. Can we sit at your place for a bit?

 — Come in—a voice sounded.

We entered the apartment. We were greeted by a very pleasant girl around Irina's age. We undressed and went into the kitchen. The hostess of the apartment went to the room to tidy up, and we were left alone. And then I approached Irina and simply gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She responded in kind. After five minutes, we were invited into the room, and the friend herself left for a couple of hours so as not to disturb us. We moved to the room and sat on the bed. And the friend closed the door behind her and started getting ready in the hallway. We were already kissing passionately. My hands were caressing her breasts and going under her skirt. I had a hard-on like a rock! And then Irinka wanted to take a look at it. I stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and took out my penis. It was standing straight up. And then she couldn't hold back. No one waited for the hostess to leave. Irina simply grabbed it and took it into her mouth. She sucked it with such pleasure, moaning, caressing my balls. And then the front door slammed, and we were alone in the apartment. We started undressing as if on command. Thirty seconds and we were naked. Irinka was left wearing a bra and stockings with garters, the kind that attach to a belt. I sat down next to her and we started kissing, while my hands were unclasping the bra on her back. And so I take it off, and two beautiful size three breasts with small nipples and dark, large areolas tumble out. With what pleasure I kissed them, licked them, played with them! After that, Irinka lay on her back and spread her legs. I was sitting on the floor, in front of me was her wet slit. I moved closer and simply attached myself to her lower lips with a long kiss, like a leech, and started licking. I sucked on her clitoris, went inside her pussy with my tongue, then took her clitoris with my lips, sucked on it, and while holding it, caressed it with my tongue as if it were a vibrator. Irina was breathing deeply, moaning, and stroking my head while I was going down on her. And then suddenly she squeezed her legs tightly and started moving her pelvis actively and moaning loudly! An oral orgasm had arrived. I absolutely love it when a partner holds my head and squeezes with her legs during oral sex.

We lay down on the bed. Irina went down and continued her blowjob. After that, she lay down next to me, and I started rolling a condom onto my hard-on.

And so I start moving the head along the lips of her slit.

 — Come in quickly, I can't wait any longer, I want you!—she moaned.

And I plunged into her depths. Then I was enveloped in a pleasant warmth and a slight sucking sensation from her tight slit. The ride began. I slowed down, then sped up the pace. She lay with her eyes closed, moaning, caressing her own erect nipples.

Then we turned over. She got on her knees and I entered her from behind and started pounding her pussy. She moaned, her breasts swayed in rhythm with my thrusts. This went on for several minutes, after which she asked me to lie on top of her like before. We turned over and everything continued. Suddenly I felt her slit squeezing my shaft even tighter, and she, with her eyes closed, moaned and forced out a hoarse

 — I can't take it anymore!

 — What's wrong? Should I stop?—I asked.

 — Keep going! I'm cummmmmming!!!—she moaned.

And then I moaned and came together with her.

We rested a little and I suggested continuing on the table. She lay on the table so that her butt was on the edge and we continued. In this position, I could clearly see how my wet shaft went in and out. But this time, I didn't come inside her. Irinka came and we moved to the sofa. She sat on the edge and started sucking me off. She turned out to be a lover of semen. She gave me a blowjob and caressed my anus with her finger.

Suddenly the hostess arrived... but we didn't stop what we were doing.

 — Ira, I'm back!

 — Wait a bit, about five more minutes, he hasn't come yet!—Ira responded.

About a minute passed and I came in Irinka's mouth. She swallowed everything with pleasure and thanked me for the pleasure. Her eyes shone with happiness and joy that two hours of continuous sex—is indeed a great pleasure.

That's how my first sex with an older woman happened. Although my first experience was at 18. I am now twenty-seven. I still try to meet women older than myself. And this story is real, and the name of my woman is not made up.

So, dear ladies, those of you thirty and older, if you have any questions, I await your letters at bti_1979@mаil.ru