Three years ago. Burning urge. Hire an escort. Crave a woman’s touch. My age. 39. Curvy. Not trashy. Sites full of young sluts. Filter over 35. Bisexual. Stella’s pics hook me. Five nudes. Big tits. Fat ass. Like mine. Pseudo classy. Text well. No face.
SMS. Tariffs. Services. Call her. Sultry voice. Foreign accent. Chat like girlfriends. Mom of two. Afternoons only. School hours. Take RTT. Invite to my apartment. Third floor. 321. Stupid risky. Thin walls. Neighbors everywhere. Parquet creaks. But thrill wins.
The Contact
Arrive early. Shower long. Sexy lingerie. New. Light dress. Buttons easy. Pace room. Stress hits. SMS: Five mins.
OK.
Turn circles. Heart thumps.
SMS: Downstairs? Apt num?
3rd, 321.
Silence heavy. Elevator whirs. Dings. Heels tap parquet. Slow. Sexy click. Stop. Breath catches. Knock soft.
Open. Bigger than pics. Tailleur jacket. Plain skirt. Heels killer. Round smiling face. Dark blue eyes. Long black bob.
“I please you?”
Yeah. Lie.
“You’re gorgeous.”
Thanks.
Banal chat. Awkward. But I want it. Fuck her. This adventure.
She hangs jacket. Drops skirt. Black lace digs flesh. Panties strain over huge ass. Turns. Bra bursts with heavy tits. Belly spills. Thick thighs. Heels lift her. Delicious now.
Lips meet. Soft. Perfect. My turn. Tongues tangle. She licks mouth lazy. I suck hers. Addict.
Undoes dress buttons. Eyes lock. I melt.
Lingerie only. Dress pools.
Strokes face. Shoulders. Cleavage. Kiss deep. Safe with her.
Touch soft belly. Hands slip panty edges. Grab plump ass. She moans low. “Shhh.” Neighbors.
Back fingers unhook bra. Massive tits flop free. Knead deep. Suck nipples hard. Gasps muffled. Hand over mouth.
She’s wired. Almost cums. Crave her flesh.
Kneel. Face buries warm belly. Yank panties down thick thighs. Naked. Voluptuous goddess. Shaved pussy. Like mine.
Lick mound. Scent wet. Prepared.
The Indiscretion
She sinks bed. Legs wide.
Pussy lips slick. Juice beads. Mouth covers. Tongue parts. Dive in. Moans rise. Hushed. “Quiet. Walls thin.”
Clit swells big. Circle. Nibble. Suck.
Body quakes. Grips my hair. Hips grind silent. Cum explodes. Tremors rack her. Belly convulses. Pressed tight.
Head rests on gut. Breathe. She strokes hair.
Pulls me up. Kisses greedy. Her pussy taste lingers.
Squeeze hot tits.
Guides me. Straddle face. Pussy on mouth. Tongue spears hole. Sucks clit. Fingers pinch nipples.
Grind slow. Drip floods. Bed creaks faint. Freeze. Listen. Nothing.
Pleasure surges. Cum insane. Buck wild. Muffled scream in pillow.
Side by side. Tender kisses. Lovers.
Finger pussy. Thumb teases entry. Slow in-out. She whispers: “Love fingers.”
Three plunge sudden. Cry stifled. Hips slam mine. Grips crush. Cums deformed face. Eyes rolled.
Her hand dives mine. Mirrors. One finger. Two. Three. Best orgasm ever. No man matches.
Chat pulses. Lesbian urges.
Kneels doggy. Ass high. “Lick it.”
First rim. Fingers cheeks. Tongue finds brown pucker. Circle. Relaxes. Wet index teases. No pen. She loves tease.
Shakes cums grand.
My turn. Ass up. Tongue hits hole. Electric. Lick precise. Finger clit. Cum lost. Waves crash.
Fucked till 5. Paid one hour. Bonus free. “You’re special. Rare solo woman.”
Leaves for kids. Door clicks soft.
I collapse. Heart hammers. Parquet creaks under feet. Peek hall. Empty. Slip out later. Cross old lady stairs. Smile normal. Secret burns. We meet every six months. Sex-friends. No cash. Last time: ten kilos less. Miss curves. But get it.
Curvy women? Bombs now. No names. No addresses. Vanish anytime. Price of thrill.