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Strings attached

Sylvia was one of those women guys like to call MILF. Her hair was a mix of dark red and gray, and she was one of those people who barely wrinkled as they aged. She was absolutely beyond all resistance. Perfectly conical breasts, a figure that was both fit and voluptuous, just enough muscle on her toned arms and legs to make her appear strong without detracting even slightly from her feminine charms, and a derriere that instantly attracted attention. Her intense blue eyes took the cake though. I’d be surprised if there was anyone alive with blood flowing through their veins who would not be turned on by her gaze. Naturally Jake fell for her. It was unexpected, and it happened at one of those football bars, where the Redsox and Yanks are conversation fodder seventy percent of the time, and beer is discussed the remaining thirty percent. She was a smoker, but Jake deducted zero points for that. Smoker, but smoking hot - so he didn't give a damn. He was absolutely smitten with this woman, but he knew that she was probably twenty years his senior. That didn’t really matter though. Anytime doubt entered his mind, he looked into her eyes again and doubt was instantly banished. It was hard to say who seduced whom. He did more of the moving towards her, but she was a true master of subliminal management. So he moved, and it almost appeared as if she was directing his steps without appearing to on the surface. It wasn’t long after that they departed from the bar, Jake having covered ...

... her tab after insisting on it. Their lips were locked together as they stumbled out of the bar. Jake suggested a motel room in a throaty whisper, as they took a cab, but she didn’t want to do it in a motel room. She wanted to be risky, so they took the cab to a coffee shop near Quincy market. It was only ten pm, so they still had an hour till closing time. They didn’t order coffee, or even approach the counter. She headed towards the restroom, not leaving his hand. Then she dragged him into the women’s loo. As soon as the room’s door closed behind Jake, they were on each other, tearing off clothes, kissing each other’s body parts, moaning, groaning in an urgent sequence of whispers. In the cramped space of the women’s bathroom, she made him sit on the commode, while she started out by undressing him from head to toe. Then she slapped him several times, testing out each slap. He was shocked at first, and cried out the first couple of times, but the look on her face stopped him. He sucked it up and endured the slaps, and he seemed to like them as they went on. She then pulled her black skirt down over her legs, and forced his face into her dripping panties. He tried resisting, but she held him firmly. After grinding her crotch in his face, she had turned around and made him lick her ass crack. She specially enjoyed this kind of humiliation. She sat on his nose and rubbed the length of her ass up and down his mouth, nose and eyes. She forced him to lick her ass crack again, and ...