FabSwingers.com forum: She was a gusher

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

It wasn't all that long ago I had escaped my backwards home town and ventured into territory. Different career, different faces. Everything changed.

I could afford and didn't see the point if having an entire place to myself so I just rented a room from a woman with an overly large house and liked company.

She was a woman that stood no more than 5' 2", long straight brunette hair and a figure that was tremendous. Pert breasts with a tight ass and she knew it. In her late 40's she knew the script

We become friends fairly quickly as I seem to get on quicker with woman than men. She hears of my life and I hear of hers. We used to sit and watch nonsense on the telly and then depart off to our own rooms for the night. This went on like this for months. Never did I see her with a man nor did she ever mention one. I never pryed. None of my business really.

Cut to one night in Autumn. We had decided that we would go for a beer or 7 while it was still reasonable weather.

At some point in the evening I remember her looking me square in the eye, telling me she wanted to feel something, grabbed my cock and the sauntered off to the next bar. More than confused I blindly followed suit.

As we sat in the next bar, my mind still whirring at what had occurred but then deciding it was because she had maybe had one too many and was just teasing. This still did nothing to quench the thirst I had now developed for her.

The bars close, nightclubs close and we grab a taxi. Trundling along the 7 or so miles back to her house were uneventful. She sat at one side and I on the other. We laughed and that was it.

However, once the driver had been paid and I stepped inside the front door I was leapt on. Like a woman possessed she was on me.

Now it would have been rude, stupid and futile to fight back so I just went with it.

We get to her room completely naked and after one of the best blowjobs I've ever had I return the favour.

She sprawls me out and climbs on top. Within a few minutes it happened. Not a squirt but a full on waterfall as she arched her back and howls to the gods.

We kept at it until she was entirely spent. I won't lie I was pretty spent myself.

We carried on this way for a few months after that until she decided she wanted to sell up and downsize. No jealousy, no anguish we just went our separate ways and did our own thing.

The only downside was that the next landlady was not in any way shape or form as inviting