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He was deep-voiced, with a larger build, 5'10" or so, green eyes, and dark, curly hair. He had this way of looking at me and lowering his already-deep voice in a way that dampened my panties instantaneously. I felt out of place-I was quieter around Henry, sure I'd say something stupid or irrelevant if I tried to keep up with their conversations.
My best friend had introduced us-she had a way of attracting smart people to her, and I been envying the conversations they'd have at our community college, sitting at the caf or out on the grass, quoting the greats and hashing out details of their opinions on the books they'd read.
I'd never mentioned my crush on Henry to my friend. I have pale creamy skin that flushes pink at the slightest embarrassment or heat, a sprinkling of faint freckles across my nose, and long wavy hair that reaches down to my waist.
He was ridiculously smart-the kind of guy who always knows the back story of the local band you like, or the latest comic book series, in a delightfully nerdy, intellectual, solid, Pacific Northwesterner way. I was usually sitting quietly, usually staring at his mouth, biting my lower lip and thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, feeling the warmth spread in the crevice between my thighs as I listened to his voice and imagined running my fingers through his hair.
Our mutual friend was home, visiting for Christmas break from her new university, and I was spending the night at her place. I grew emboldened, wrapped up in the street light and the glow of the snow, and flirted a bit, clumsily.
I'm 5'5", plump, small-breasted, and redheaded, and I'm the "good girl"-a rule-following, church-attending, academic type. Henry came over for a while, and we went out into the freshly fallen snow to get some fresh air for a bit. I didn't think he noticed me. We chatted about random things for a few minutes. Eventually we headed back inside, cold, our boots wet from the snow.
It was dark already, and I remember watching the snowflakes catch in his dark curls and land on his beanie and dark peacoat. My friend had a Skype date with her boyfriend from university, so Henry and I were left to our own devices in the guest room.
Henry shifted and asked if I was warm enough, and I admitted I was cold. I was very conscious of the fact that he was only about a foot from me, my legs crossed as I sat, and my cold feet tucked under each knee to try to regain warmth. I lost all pretense, and shrugged out of my coat, turning to face him, reaching out to touch one of his knees.
We were sitting on the carpeted floor, near the door of the room, close to the wall that adjoined my friend's room so that we could hear the sound of her voice as she talked nude mature nudes women to her boyfriend. "You know what would feel even better?
He brushed my long red curls off of my shoulder, and massaged my neck and shoulders with his warm hands, sending shivers of pleasure at his warmth coursing down my body. "That feels good," I purred. "The feeling of your body on mine. Do you think that's a possibility?
When I shook my head, he went on. Now it was his turn to be surprised. "That does sound intriguing. " I had never been propositioned like this before, and while I was surprised, I was so aroused that I responded in kind. He leaned forward, coming onto all fours, and then rising up onto his knees. I could tell he had thought it was a long shot to suggest this.
" I thought my heart beating loudly enough that he could hear it. His hand slipped under the edge of my sweater, and he firmly held onto my waist and stabilized himself on the floor next to my knee with his other hand. He was gentle and insistent in his kissing. As I pushed them down over his hips, exposing his swelling boxer-briefs, he pulled me up onto my knees, his soft lips moving milfs over 40 mine.
I outlined the bulge in his jeans, and felt the fabric grow even tauter under my fingers. I pushed him back so he was kneeling, straight up, and unbuttoned his jeans, kissing his neck. But you'd have to kiss me first," I intoned sassily. He smelled like snow and shampoo and men's deodorant, the sporty kind.
I ran my fingertips down his chest, and under his button-down flannel shirt. Suddenly, a muffled laugh from the other room reminded us that we were not alone, and our time was limited. "I don't have a condom," he whispered apologetically.
" I quickly obliged, unbuttoning and pushing my jeans over my hips and pulling my cotton panties down to my ankles while he pulled his boxer briefs down. Now it was my turn to be insistent. I desperately wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I replied emphatically, and arched my back so that my ass ground up against him even more.
I faced the door, scant inches away from the sounds of my friend, still in conversation on Skype. I could feel the tip of his cock as he massaged my clitoris with it, and I exhaled his name. Henry stopped kissing me, and said firmly and insistently, "Take your pants off. I moaned a little, and I could hear him inhale sharply and then grunt in approval as his fingers found my labia, and he felt my slick opening.
I gasped, and pushed back against him, and I knew he liked what he felt. He plunged inside of me, my wet body responding to his engorged manhood. I was on all fours, his warm hands caressing my ass as he pressed his hard cock against my butt cheeks and I could feel the sheer size of him outlined against me.
"God, I'm going to come! The suddenness and urgency of the moment quickened my arousal, and I knew we were both going to finish soon. I rose up a bit, leaning one arm against the door, not wanting anyone to suddenly come in and spoil everything.
His hands steadied himself against my hips, and he started a firm, fast rhythm, the roundness and edges of his cock pulsating in my dripping pussy. Our need was too far gone to be ignored now. I ground my hips back against him, fastening him to me tightly, and heard him groan softly as he pumped faster.
We rocked against each other, trying not to make slapping sounds as our bodies collided, building to orgasm. " he whispered roughly. I felt him shudder, which caused my body to tighten mature women and respond in kind. He used one hand to cover my mouth as I writhed under him, kept thrusting, and then I could feel him release inside me, waves of orgasm flooding us both, our combined liquids slicking down my thighs.
I turned to face him, kissed him quickly, and smiled flirtatiously again before jumping to my feet. I knew the smell of sex would be on the air, so I opened the door, and as nonchalantly as possible, made my way to the bathroom across the hall to tidy up while letting the air into the hot, steamed-up room. We fell back on the floor briefly, breathing heavily, fastening our clothes back in their original positions.
I moaned, rendered less cautious as I orgasmed. I knew Henry was glancing mature nudes black women porn at me a couple of times that evening, but I played it coy, only "accidentally" backing into him once when we went to retrieve our wet shoes, purposefully rubbing my ass on his crotch to titillate him, and, later, pressing my lips and flicking my tongue on the cleft between his neck and shoulder when we hugged goodbye.
I was flushed and glowing, but I stayed pretty quiet for the rest of the evening. "Are you on birth control? I knew this was one bad boy who would come back for more, if given the chance. I wanted to dispel the "good girl" impression once and for all. " I assured him that I was.
My friend still has no idea what happened that night, scant feet from her. Henry texted me once we were both milfs over 40 home. It was perfect timing, because seconds later my friend came out of her room to report on her conversation with her boyfriend.
