Finally Cynthia / Sindy, Sindy, Sin……
The room was permeated with the full frolicking scent of young woman slathered generously on condom. A smell that overwhelmed me with memories.
I had positioned myself on her side and knelt bedside her on the bed as if on an altar. She had protested mildly when I out of her, but my caresses were easing her separation anxiety. I started with a reach and a stretch to her ankles. I slowly ran massaging fingers up her legs. I also knew when my body stretched out in this manner it displace my middle age softness into a more sinewy form that my older Cindy had remarked on while reintroducing my morning stretching routine from the sensuous desert of marital bliss. I think young Sindy liked it too because she used that position to fondle my balls in a rolling dice fashion before exploring the length and girth of my cock with her delicate fingers.
“Rubber is still intact,” she. announced as if reporting on an account, “and this magic prick of yours is still quite primed for it’s mission.”
“Oh, and what mission is that?” I asked as my fingers neared where her pillars of paradise met her halls of honey.
“Apparently to fuck me silly and ruin me for men closer to my own age.”
“If you have the slightest fear of that I will bang your gong until morning and cure you of that notion when you get a gander of me in the sober light of day.”
She laughed heartily making her tits jiggle, which drew my hands and eyes from honey dew land and set them to forage her freckled hills of delight for a bit. We both knew I would not be there in the morning light.
Sindy’s firm body spread out on her bed below me I decided a little exploring was in order. I was enthralled by the piercings she had adorned her pristine young body with and dabbled with the functionality of each appliance. Her breasts perched nicely upon her rib cage and pleasantly fell only slightly to her sides.
Her eyes were glued to my face, but rather than be self conscious of our age difference she seemed more interested in my reactions to her young bestudded body. If a twist or prod of a pull ring was too much or unpleasurable she would let me know. She would reward me with the purrs of a kitten when my manipulations pleased her
It was time to taste this morsel now that she was frothing from below once more.My tongue circled her nipples for a few passes drawing the sign of infinity before plunging impatiently below to be rewarded with the sweet smell of youthful yoni in full slippery liquid splendor. She was especially delighted with the little heavy metal dance my tongue did on her metal mined folds. Fortunatly she was slick enough to leave my tongue intact.. My as it glided, slipped , and slopped with slurping sounds to Sindy’s groans and gyrating bucking hips. She half heartedly trying to find my throbbing member with either her fingers or mouth but was so distracted that her lips locked on my inner thigh giving me a purple hickey that would last for days.
Now that I was on top and controlling the rhythms of this soiree it became a more precise fucking. Since I knew this may well be the last time I would be able to enjoy that hard bodied flesh of a twenty something year old woman I took great pains to extend the experience using the muscle controls and mastery I had regained with the hours spent with sweet Indiana Cindy. I squeezed and fought back the fiery release bringing on full forearm shivers and back bone jarring shakes..
Since the condom had remained faithful to my prick Sindy might have been unsure if I came or not, but since the strong pistoning and deep depth diving continued on her moans had gone from slippery silk to hoarse and strained staccato rasps.
Then it finally happened. Up until then it was questionable. Perhaps mood building or just playacting to hurry things along and get it over with. Perhaps ways she had learned that allegedly pleased a man from media and porno histrionics her younger lovers expected I was unconvinced of her finishing. The commencement of this shattering full slurry organ timbred orgasm was unmistakable. It nearly left tender Sindy senseless as a wide receiver after helmet to helmet contact on the gridiron. She lay twisted, spent, and smoking. Her wits seemed sprinkled all over her bed like broken shards of glass upon her young womans bed in her young womans bedroom. There was certainty in this release.
I rose to me knees and surveyed my handy work and it was good. This brought my eyes around to my surroundings for the first time and there was the picture. With that I hurriedly did a quick math check while thinking,
“OMG, I fucked your mother when we were in our twenties.”
Posted on February 13, 2014, in adult, Blogging, cynical, erotic, relationships, serial, smut, Snarky and tagged awareness, desires, erotic stories, fears, girlfriends, life, lust, meditation, relationships, sex, tantra, transactions, women, women.men. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.