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By *hamesGent OP Man
over a year ago
Oxfordshire / Sussex |
Some years ago, not long after I began my adventures in this world, I'd been chatting online for a while with a lovely couple when they eventually invited round for dinner.
They lived in an old farm house just inside the M25 north of London, which at that point was quite a journey from my place. I remember the drive well, full of excitement, nerves and anticipation as the evening ahead. I'd only had one encounter before this so it was still all rather new.
On the way, I got a little lost and called them up to say I'd be late but that I was on my way. It was the first time we'd spoken on the phone, so first of all it was relief to hear the lady's voice and that they both sounded friendly and not just a little flirtatious.
Their house was at the end of a long drive and when I eventually reached it, Mike was outside waiting for me. He warmly shook my hand and invited me inside, instructing me to give Jo a big kiss to break the ice when we met.
As I walked into their open-plan kitchen /dining room I was greeted by Jo, a gorgeous lady in her early fifties, curves in all the right places, dressed in short black skirt, seamed stockings, white tight-fitting blouse, buttoned halfway up to reveal a gorgeous and eye-catching cleavage. For a young man in his early thirties, it was classic older woman fantasy.
The look on my face must have been a picture, but she smiled, I gave a warm hug and kiss and told her how lovely she looked.
We sat down, had a glass of wine and our gorgeous hostess served dinner. We chatted about everything under the sun, from careers, free-time, politics and sex. They were both excellent company and I was soon relaxed and also hugely turned on, especially when Jo went to bend down and take something from the oven or fridge.
As we ate dessert, Jo and my hands began to stroke each others legs, hers tracing to the outline of my hardness, mine teasing the tops of her stockings and warm inner thighs. All the while Mike was smiling, clearly enjoying how the evening was progressing.
Mike excused himself for a moment and I helped Jo to clear the plates. It wasn't long before we began kissing, her pushed up against the work surface, short skirt riding high, legs slightly apart.
As Mike returned, he made a joke, and suggested we might be more comfortable upstairs. Jo winked and then told me to wait a minute while she went up to prepare herself.
'I think she rather likes you,' Mike said laughing. 'ANd I can see the feeling's mutual,' he added, looking at the bulge in my trousers.
'She's amazing,' I smiled.
'She is. And very naughty too. By the way, we're a very open-minded couple and things sometimes get a bit blurred in the heat of the moment. Are you OK with that?'
I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but remember something similar written on their profile.
'That's fine,' I said. Just thinking about what was upstairs.
With this he winked at me, before sending me upstairs to join Jo. |
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