FabSwingers.com forum: Bus Stop Encounter

By *howboat OP Man
over a year ago

Canterbury

I knew as soon as I looked at her that something was going to happen, call it sixth sense call it the power of sexual magnetism it doesn't really matter. There was something about the way she lit her cigarette and looked at me that brooked no argument, I certainly wasn't going to be getting on a bus any time soon.

She walked off in the direction of a disused factory building some 100 metres away and I knew that I had to follow.

By the time I arrived she had already removed her knickers and was sitting on an old window ledge with her legs apart and her fingers gently playing with her already wet pussy lips.

She lit another cigarette and I was instantly hard, she was dark haired, about 58 years old and exuded the kind of sexual energy that had my cock covered in spunk before I had time to to get even half naked.

We kissed and she guided my hand down towards her wet pussy but to my amazement that wasn't enough, she was soaking wet, huge and clearly wanted more than just my fingers.

She took charge guiding four fingers inside me first but it was obvious

By *howboat OP Man
over a year ago

Canterbury

but it was obvious to me that she wanted more, she looked me in the I kissed me and thrust my hand inside her and moaned so hard that I had no choice but to increase the pace.

At this point her legs were wide open and her head was back and her pussy was leaking so much juice that it was making a pool on the dusty concrete floor.

The felling of fisting her was so powerful that I came before she did, as I pulled my hand out of her she cam hard squirting her juice all over me.

I pulled my jeans up and left, hoping to see her again but it was not to be.