Hot Sex With A Mature Woman

Hello, I'm Ravi, and I'm here to share one of my real-life sexual encounters. I have a thing for mature women—divorced, widows, married, or single, I love them all. I'm based in the bustling city of Kolkata, and today, I'm going to tell you about my experience with a woman named Meera.

Meera was 43, single, and had a 10-year-old son. She was a voluptuous woman with generous curves, and I found her extremely appealing. We connected on Facebook, and after a month of casual conversation, I started to open up about my feelings of loneliness. She understood, and our conversations took a turn towards something more intimate.

One night, I told her, "You know, at least you have your son to keep you company. I'm all alone."

She replied, "That's true, but a son can't fulfill all my needs."

I was intrigued. "What do you mean by 'needs'?"

She hesitated before admitting, "You know what I mean, Ravi. A woman has certain... cravings that a son can't satisfy."

I was hard as a rock just listening to her. "So, you're saying you're craving sex?"

"Yes," she confessed.

I couldn't believe my luck. "Meera, I'm lonely too. Why don't we help each other out?"

She was hesitant, thinking our age difference was too great, but I assured her that I was more than willing and able to satisfy her. After some back and forth, she finally agreed to meet me at my place.

The next afternoon, she arrived at my flat. Damn, she looked hot as hell in her tight jeans and top, her curves on full display. We greeted each other, and I led her to my bedroom, putting on some music to set the mood. I kissed her, and she kissed me back with a passion that took my breath away. Our tongues danced, and I could feel her desire matching my own.

I whispered in her ear, "You're going to like this even more."

She reminded me that we had agreed to just kiss, but I assured her that I would take it slow. I trailed kisses down her neck, and she moaned, her body pressing against mine. I cupped her large, soft breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her top. She quickly removed it, revealing her naked torso, her breasts spilling out of her bra. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting gently while she moaned and held my head in place.

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, along with her panties. She was already soaking wet, and I could smell her arousal. I knelt down and buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking like a man possessed. She tasted amazing, and her juices were flowing freely. I inserted two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, and she bucked her hips, riding my hand as I brought her to orgasm.

She tasted amazing, and her juices were flowing freely. I inserted two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, and she bucked her hips, riding my hand as I brought her to orgasm. She came hard, her body shaking as she cried out my name.

I stood up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She smiled and said, "Your turn."

She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, her wet pussy grinding against my rock-hard cock. She leaned down and took me into her mouth, sucking and licking me like a lollipop. I could feel her expertise, and it drove me wild. She took me deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down.

"Fuck, Meera," I groaned. "That feels so good."

She looked up at me, her eyes watering, and smiled before taking me even deeper. I could feel my orgasm building, and I tried to hold it off, but she was relentless, her hand stroking my shaft in time with her mouth.

"Meera, I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

She just hummed in response, taking me even deeper. With a final thrust of my hips, I came hard, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean before crawling up my body to kiss me softly on the lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked with a smirk.

"Fuck yes," I panted. "That was amazing."

She got up and went to the washroom to freshen up. When she came out, she told me she had to go but thanked me for being a gentleman and not pushing for more on our first meeting. She promised that next time, she would ride me like I've never been ridden before.

And let me tell you, gentlemen, the next meeting was even better. But that, as they say, is a story for another time.