Making the milf list 2 - Sex Stories

Making the milf list 2

... on her back being pounded by the pool guy or whoever. I started to get hard. She sat down and stared right at my twitching crotch. I moved behind her and began to massage her back. She moaned. Since I first considered the possibility that this woman was nervous and further that she was acutely aware of being in her house alone in her robe with me, I had been trying to retrain my mind to think of her like I thought of all the other girls I had successfully seduced; all three of them. Two had kissed me and unbuttoned their blouses themselves so I could get a clue. The last though, I had kissed myself and run a hand up her back and played with her bra strap till she took it loose herself. The rest came pretty easy. As I massaged Mrs. Clark's neck, I wondered if she had a bra on and started to lean more over her back. Truth was I wasn't really sure how to start. Of course she had been talking the whole time. For once in my life I was not talking too much. I had no idea what to say except 'want to fuck?' which I did not think would cut the mustard. I started to focus on what Mrs. Clark was talking about only to discover she was recounting her suspicions that her husband was fucking one or more of the women she saw in his office. "Does that bother you?" I asked idly as I slipped the robe wider on her shoulders. She had just been saying that she was certain that the receptionist would open her knees for anyone. My question stopped her voice. Rather than worry about the silence, I ...

... pushed the robe further and further till it topped each shoulder and drooped down her upper arms. Her hands where folded in her lap. When the robe reached the upper arm, she moved her arms and let the front open. Good news, she had no bra on. I could see down to the panties at her waist. I could see the inner sides of her breasts. Her hands held the front of the robe closed. I rubbed hard at her neck and she bowed her head. Behind me the kettle began to squeal. I turned it off. Mrs. Clark never moved. I put my hands on her upper arms and smoothed the robe further, down to her elbows. Her breasts came into view. She shuddered but otherwise sat stock still. I bent over her neck and kissed her lightly, right on the ridge of her back next to her neck. "Ohhhhhh." She sighed. I moved my lips toward her shoulder, breathing hot air onto her skin. Then I lowered my mouth and kissed her skin again. "Ohhh my." She hissed. I kissed closer to her shoulder, "ohhh my god." No objections, no protest, just a simple reaction to my lips on her skin. That was good, I thought. My cock was so hard I thought my eyes wouldn't close. I kissed her neck and her head tipped to expose more of her perfect neck to my lips. I kissed up to her ear and she gasped. "I want you." I whispered, suddenly inspired. "You don't want tea anymore?" She asked leaning away from me and turning to look at me. I thought I had fucked up big time. She was gazing at me, her eyes flicking from my lips to one eye then the other. I ...