1. Getting back in the game


    Date: 5/11/2017, Categories: Anal Fetish, Mature Author: twilightshadows, Source: xHamster

    **Warning** This story contains both bisexual themes, as well as unprotected sex and oysters. If this is not to your liking, go enjoy another story! --- Being young and having kinky fantasies is a lot of fun as we all know. But sometimes it may come back and bite you, almost literally, in the ass. I had been starved for sex for years, and my case of blueballs was intense. My divorce had left me an emotional wreck, and unlike some lucky fucks who just go out and shag everything in sight, I had ended up in some sort of weird mind-lock where I just couldn't do it. Another problem, as you might expect, was that I spent all my time working overtime. Eventually I decided enough was enough, I had to get out of the house at the very least. I booked a trip to Paris. Perhaps a trip to the most romantic city in the world could jolt me out of my funk? I spent my day walking around Paris taking in some sights before going up to the mill. It really was a lovely city. Can't say I necessarily favour the Parisians, but they were not as bad as advertised. That evening I went down to a bar and had a couple of oysters and some champagne. It was really hot, and the the cool taste of shellfish and bubbly went down like a gift from the gods. Suddenly I could feel a hand on my shoulder, I turned around, and a pair of large, brown eyes met mine. It was a woman of the more mature kind, somewhere in her fifties I'd say, hair done up fashionably and wearing a very nice short black dress. Her voice was ...
    ... a bit husky. "Hello…" Her voice spoke volumes. Even I could tell. "Are you here alone?" "Yes," I replied. "I'm on vacation." "No no no! On vacation and all alone, this is not good!" Her facial expression was a bit theatrical, but having a gorgeous mature woman fuss over me was actually pretty nice. "No, but you know. Haven't find anyone yet." "Oh but you can't come to Paris and not have an orgasm!" I was slightly taken aback by her frankness, but though 'french' to my self. "Ha ha," I managed if slightly embarrassed. "I can manage I suspect." She smiled at me. Placed a hand very high up on my thigh and leaned across me. I could feel a large tit press into my arm. She took the last small oyster and chased it with the last of my champagne. She chewed it looking at me with a glint in her eye. Then she leaned in and kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue, tasted the minerals of the oyster and the dryness of the champagne. She lightly grabbed my crotch. I nearly came there and then. She turned and walked out of the bar, hips swaying seductively. The young man in the bar looked at me. "You should follow." He smiled. "But she's rather old?" "So? She's very elegant, very sexy and could probably teach you a lot. It's sex, not a marriage proposal friend." I considered and looked at him. He gave me a glass of Pastis. "Salut and good night my friend," he said. "On the house." I was getting very nervous. I looked at the glass of yellowy alcohol. Chugged it back, feeling the great anise taste ...
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