I'll try this one more time. This is a story I wrote for you. You know who you are ;)

It starts at a nice coffee shop I know not far from here. I get recognized, I come here quite often, sometimes alone, sometimes with my two daughters, sometimes with different boys and girls.

This time, I'm with you. I'm having a tea, a mint tea with a spot of orange flower water. It's one of my favorites. We talk about all sorts of things. TV and movies are some classics, sexual experiences and deepest fantasies to get into each other's brain. I tell you I keep up with the world news, but I figure maybe it's not the best setting to bring up geopolitics. Instead, I tell you I have a recurring dream. I'm with a girl. She's my daughter but she's not one of my actual daughters. It's like an imagined third daughter. In the dream, we kiss passionately, we fondle, I lick her pussy, and when she starts spasming, I wake up all wet. You ask if I have dreams about guys. I have, sometimes. They're quite boring. Me, a guy, hardcore sex. Not that I don't like them.

You take my hand on the table, caress it. I smile at you. I'm an older woman. I'm a brunette. My hair is long enough to reach my breasts. My breasts are a D cup, but the bra makes them look bigger. I know it's cheating, but a push-up bra is a lie every guy likes to believe. I'm wearing glasses. Sometimes when I take a sip, my glasses fog up from the steam. I have brown eyes. I'm not wearing a lot of makeup, just a little to make it interesting. I'm not wearing anything outrageous. A flowery white blouse, that hugs my form just nice, with a light blue cardigan. I have one of my trusty pairs of jeans on the bottom, and pumps, without heels, on my feet. In fact, as you tell me about one of your fantasies, I slip my left foot out of one, and feel your crotch with it. You're surprised, but you're not telling me to stop. I tell you I'm not into foot stuff for the record, I just want to make you hard from across the tae. You tell me my presence was already enough.

You think back on our younger days, back at university. You never dared ask me out then. You never really talked to me. The most time we spent together was a group project. But you never asked me out, and our lives went in separate directions. It's only by chance we ran into each other again. You confessed you always liked me, that you never forgot about me. I confessed I always thought you'd ask me out, but you never did. I figured you were just being friendly and misinterpreted things. With our feelings out in the open, me, a single mother of two, and you, a recently divorced gentleman, we decided to see where this could go.

When we both can see the bottom of our drinks, I let you pay for the drinks, as a true gentleman does. But before we leave, I need to go to the bathroom. And I need someone to hold my purse. Or at least it's what I tell you so you'll follow me. It's a small shop, so there's just the one bathroom. Luckily, it's not occupied. I go in, and then drag you in behind me and lock the door.

I put arms around your neck. You put your ams around my waist. We kiss. Halfway through you realize this is our first kiss, but it already feels natural, like we did it a million times already. I feel your hands move to grab my butt. Oh, men, always the lust with you. I ask you to kiss my neck. While you do that, I move one hand to feel your butt too. When you break the kiss, I look into your eyes. I open my mouth suggestively, and do that thing where you press your tongue inside your cheek. You know, the international sign for "would you like your dick sucked?" I imagine this is the hardest you've ever nodded. So I get to my knees. I unzip your pants, and go explore in there in search for the mystical penis. Doesn't take long to find. I take it out. It's a nice length, and a thick girth. Just perfect. Of course, you're already hard. What kind of man wouldn't?

I give a little kiss to the tip of your cock. I give a series of little kisses down your shaft, and on your balls. Then I go back to the tip. I place my mouth at the very tip, and slide my lips slowly down the shaft. As I take you in my mouth, you can feel my tongue doing some work. I leave my right hand on your shaft, and put my left one under your shirt, caressing whatever I find. I go up and down you shaft. I twist my hand and my head in opposite directions. You can feel my tongue trying to go all around you cock inside my mouth. It's a nice little blowjob you got yourself into. I start slow, like always. My eyes are closed. I'm too shy to make eye contact. Then pick up the pace, eyes still closed. Then I slow down again. I take it out if my mouth and look up.

"Do you like that?" I ask. You nod. "There's more where it's coming from." And I put my mouth on your tip again. I slowly go down the shaft, again. But this time, I go deeper. I go all the way in, until my tongue can tickle your balls. And I bob on your dick, starting slow, like always, then picking up the pace. "I'm gonna cum" you say eventually. So I retreat my mouth to engulf just your bell end. I caress it with my tongue, and jerk your shaft with my hand. I feel your cock twitch, and a jet of cum hits the back of my throat.

When you're done, I get up. I open my mouth, so you see your own cum inside. You see me swallow. Then, I put my arms around your neck again, and give you a big kiss.

"Would you like to come home with me?" I ask. It's a bit of a rhetorical question. I know I have your mind run in circles around me. You can't resist my charm. Of course you'd follow me anywhere.
"I’d love to spend more time with you," you answer. "How about I ask you on a dinner date first?"
"That sounds lovely. I know a place not too far from here."
"You know, you haven't changed," you tell me. "Always breathtaking and great company. You've been haunting so many of my dreams. I remember us studying together. I remember the curves of your breasts. The scent of your flowing hair. And now you look just like the sensual stone fox of a woman I've dreamed about forever."
"You're too kind. But you on the other hand have changed. And maturity suits you well. Especially downstairs," I say with a wink.

I take your hand and we walk out of the café. It's still early for dinner, so we walk the streets. It's a warm summer late afternoon. As we make our way downtown, we talk about life, the universe, and everything. We just wander off, enjoying each other's company, holding hands like one of the many couples out and about today.

Time flies until we reach the restaurant I chose. It's an Italian restaurant. They make a mean pizza, I tell you. "I have to warn you though," I say with a very serious tone, "I'm a very kinky girl, the kind that likes pineapple on her pizza. Hope that's not a dealbreaker for you." You look back at me, my serious face met by your puzzled look. I keep my poker face for ten seconds, but then can't help but chuckle and burst into laughter. You shake your head at me playfully, and give me a kiss to shut me up.

During dinner, you observe me from across the table. Your blood pressure rises from the beauty of my face and hair, moist lips and engaging personality. I can see your glances towards my breasts, and I can see the lust in your eyes. When you ask if my pizza is good, I think back about where my mouth was earlier. I tell you it tastes nice, but maybe not as nice as your sausage.

"Don't think you can get away with not repaying me though," I tell you. I discreetly make a V shape with my fingers and lick through it. You must know what that means. I stop before anybody notices, but I bet they notice you blushing for some unexplained reason. It’s clear from your demeanor you want a taste of it too.

The dinner ends. All that's left now is to pay the bill. At the counter, you place your hand on my back, and sneakily venture south to squeeze my ass. You feel my hand slap yours playfully and you swallow your saliva, hoping nobody caught the scene.

Out of the restaurant, I drag you through the streets back to my place. It’s not much, but it’s home. I turn on some soft music and offer you a drink before I slip off. You look around my living room, paying attention to the pictures I have displayed. They're all of me and my two daughters. They remind you of me at a younger age.

As you turn around you see me come back into the room. I’ve changed my outfit, or rather I unpeeled the top layer, leaving only my lacy black lingerie set to cover my body. The only thing you’re able to think of is the taste of my pussy that you desperately want to feel on your tongue. I can tell, and I offer you my hand to lead you into my bedroom.

You’ve done your best to not jump on me so far, but you can’t resist me anymore. You put your arms around me and kiss my neck. As you do, you push me back gently until the back of legs hit the bed. With nowhere to back up to, you lower me on my back and bent down to kiss me again.

You remove my lingerie with haste. You want to feel my body without interference. Your hands rove all over my chest and sides, your mouth kisses every part of my body in turn. You spend some time on my nipples, nibbling, licking, sucking, pinching. My body writhe under your touch and you hear me purr as your hands start exploring my southern region.

Your want to fuck me so bad, but you don’t want to disappoint me. You know that a gentleman should eat her partner out first. And that’s exactly where your mouth is going. I feel your kiss on my labia. You let your tongue wander all over my pubis, licking the sweet juices that my arousal produces.

With a hand on my neck and the other on my waist, you pull me back up on my feet. I kiss you, tasting myself on your lips. You break contact to lay back on the bed. I climb on top of you to kiss you again, but your hands tug on my thighs, inviting me to sit lower. I know just what you want, and I’m in the mood to oblige you. Slowly, I slide my wet pussy towards your face.

With my left hand, I grab your hair to lock your head in place while I move my hips in a circular motion on your mouth. With my other hand, I start to untangle my braid. I want my hair to flow freely while I ride your face. You can see my hair swaying with me as I grind my pussy on you. You can feel my wetness splatter on your nose, your mouth and your chin.

I let my lust overcome me. I grind you hard. Your tongue on my labia, your nose rubbing my clit, it makes me moan. I throw my weight into it, so much so the bed is shaking. Oh, I could buy a sturdier bed, but where's the fun in that?

I'm getting closer. That's when I decide to lean forward and pick up a toy I left next to my pillow. A little pink vibrator that I turn on and place just on my clit. It's set out to max already. It gets me over the edge. The liquid is bitter, but the release is sweet. This is one of my favorite things to do, to cum on a man's face. This time, it's just a little trickle, but it's enough to drench your lips. I stay in place for a minute, enjoying the tingling sensation of orgasm washing off of my body.

I unmount your face finally. I kiss and lick your mouth. I can still taste myself on you. But I want more. I want to feel you inside me. I give you some time to choose the first position, while I use my lips to make you fully hard again. I'm so wet, you're not going to need lube. I warn you though, I'm not on the pill. My body just doesn't agree with it. You could wear a condom, I've got a few boxes of them. Or you can promise to pull out. Oh, decisions decisions. But I'm pretty sure I know what you're going to choose.

Your cock hard again, I come back up to kiss you once more. As our lips touch, you stroke my hair, then my shoulders, and sides, before your hands finally rest on my hips. You wiggle yourself in position so my pelvis rests over your crotch. I know just what you want. As I give you a peck on the lips, I grab your cock and slide it in my wet pussy.

This is the ride of a lifetime for you. The feeling of my tight pussy around your cock is everything you ever hoped for and then some. Your mind loses itself in bliss, moaning with me as my hips sway back and forth on your cock. You know you won’t last long like this.

When you say you're gonna cum, so I unstraddle you. "Not so soon," I tell you. What you need is a little break, and I know just what to do. I browse into my toy collection, and I find a dildo for you. It's about as big as you, but slightly smaller. I wouldn't want you to feel inappropriate. It's flesh colored, and, well, it's a simple dildo. No vibration, no tricks.

I put it in your hands. "How about you get to work with this for a little while?"

I lay on my back, still short of breath, beads of sweat starting to show up all over my body. I pull my legs close, just so I can feel your hand spread them open. You can't help but give a big lick to my pussy. The taste is subtly different. It's not just my wetness. It's my pussy, your cock, our sweat. It's the scent of sex. It's intoxicating.

Your mouth moves up, to leave room for my toy. It's a familiar sensation for me. This one I've used quite a bit. It fills me just nice. It's up to you now to push it in and out, to twist it. Your mouth covers the upper part of my labia and my clit.

Me, I'm just relaxing, moaning, letting my body twirl and twitch. Can't be doing all the work all night, can I? I've got both my hands grasping your hair, holding you in place, in case you tried to escape... Oh but you couldn't possibly escape, even if you wanted to. My sex has you entranced.

I feel the wave coming. I say it out loud. You keep going. It gets closer and closer, your tongue still titillating my clit, your hands moving my toy, fucking me with some cheap plastic. This time it's a big one. The jet catches the bottom of your chin, your neck, your arms and hands. That's the danger of standing downrange.

I sit up. You sit up too. I scoot to get closer, passing one leg over one of yours, the other under, so I can give you a warm embrace. I press my chest against yours while we kiss. I lick your now wet neck, then you kiss mine.

I grab your cock. It had the time to soften and rest, but it doesn't take long to get hard again. I roll over in front of you, laying on my belly. I arch my bottom up, then prop myself on all fours.

"Time for round two," I invite you. You shimmy closer, until your body is bumping mine. With one hand, I grab your hard cock and guide it in. With your hands, you grasp my hips. You start slow but progressively pick up the pace. My hole feels warm and tight around you, but then I squeeze my muscles to make it even tighter. You're not quite sure what happened, you just know it feels amazing. It's why a woman should always practice her kegels.

You're thrusting at a brisk pace, but I moan "harder!". You grab my hair and pull my head back. Now you're getting the idea. "Come on, harder!" I beg. You slap my cheeks. Once, twice, thrice. Every time I let a satisfied grunt out.

"You like that?"
"Oh yes!"
"You like to get slapped?"
"I'm a little slut who likes to get slapped!"
Your response is just a series of primal grunts.
"I'm a slut who needs to get fucked hard," I continue. Of course, between the moans and the grunts, I'm not quite as articulate as I'd want to be, but you get the message.

In your lust, you forget the kind, intelligent woman you had a nice date with. All you see is a slutty piece of meat that needs to be dicked hard. It makes both of us excited. Your grip on my hair tightens. You pull my head back harder while delivering yet another spanking. My butt cheeks are rosy now. I moan louder to cover the sounds of the wet slaps. Yes, I'm a little slut who likes to get fucked.

And in the moment, you forget yourself. As I deliver another squeeze, I can feel your cock twitch. Your warm liquid jets inside of me. This is your orgasm, and it overrides all your thoughts. You slow down and stop instinctively. Then you have the moment of clarity. You didn't pull out. You apologize profusely, you feel so bad for breaking your promise.

I drop down to my belly and roll over. You see me smiling. "It's okay," I reassure you, "I'm in my safe period." You can clearly see I'm not mad. You get the feeling you're not the first guy who forgets himself inside of me. Maybe even it's what I intended. "I've been a mother twice, I don't intend to make it thrice," I tell you. "Not like that at least." You see I'm not worried about your little incident and relax. And you still apologize again.

I lay down on my back. You slither over me. We spend some time kissing and cuddling, finding our breath again. After a few minutes, I push you over on the side and get up. "I need some water," I say. I walk to the kitchen, pour two glasses and come back. "Here, drink up," I say, from the bottom of my motherly instinct. You don't know how many times I've had to convince my daughters to drink water after an afternoon spent playing outside.

While I sip on my glass, I tell you I'm gonna take a shower and hit the sack after that. You could go, or you could stay the night with me. It’s not even a choice really. You can’t hide your excitement as drips of my juice are still visible on your neck and face. When I mention a shower you perk up like a little boy who just found his schoolgirl Valentine. And then, the thought of spending the night entangled and stuck to each brings warm feelings in your crotch.

You follow me into the shower. Not two minutes in, you spin me around and pin both of my wrists above my head. You kiss me like a madman, and you feel lust build up again as I respond in kind. You start moving towards my neck and my tits, kissing them with passion.

Your hand ventures lower. I can feel your index and middle finger starting to probe my pussy, and then your ring finger pokes my pink butthole. You slide your finger in and out at the same time, fingering both my holes in unission. You feel me get wetter and not from the water, and my breath become shallower.

Like a crazed madman you pull your fingers out of my crevices and grab my ass tightly with both hands. You lift me off the ground by my ass and push me further up the wall with your pelvis. You force my legs apart with your highs and zero in on my hole with your rigid cock. When you feel your head penetrate my lips, you thrust your cock deeper and start banging me against the wall. There’s nothing in your mind but my sopping wet pussy and your throbbing dick.

You’re already tired, and your stamina is low. Out of breath, after one thrust too many, you and I both feel the hot wave of cum shoot out from your cock and deep inside of me. You scream "fuck" for what seems like a million times as cum continues to spill out of your twitching cock. You think of how lucky you are that you can fuck me raw and creampie me without a worry.

You lower me back so my feet touch the ground again. You tell me how amazing it felt before heading out of the shower. A few minutes later, I get out too. You're already in bed and I climb in. You feel my warm body pressing against yours from behind.

I'm on my side snuggling against you. I'm all naked except for a pair of panties. I have one leg wrapped around yours, one arm intertwined for yours, the other wrapping over your chest. Sleep finds me easy. It's tiring to have so much fun. You can feel the warmth of my body, my breath against you skin.

You wake up in the middle of the night, your cock hard from a nice dream. You extended your hand to reach in my panties. You put your middle finger inside of me. There's no reaction from my part, I'm in deep slumber after all. With your index you start rubbing my clit as well. I let out a soft moan. You remove your hand as if nothing happened and wait for a minute. But I'm still sleeping.

So slowly, you crawl your hand back in place and continue. You carefully grab the hand I have placed over your chest, move it down slowly so that it rests on your hard penis. Then you resume your stimulation. Every time I moan you have a small instant of panic, but then you continue. You feel my body shift just slightly and stop again. But I'm still sleeping. You think about going further, but ultimately, you're tired too, and your eyes close again.

You wake up in the morning with a strange sensation. A wetness around your cock. You look under the sheets and see my head bobbing up and down slowly. You lay back and just enjoy my wakeup call. There's a particular sweetness about waking up to a woman blowing you. You feel my mouth, my tongue and my hand quite expertly working on your shaft. I hear you groan, and I can feel the twitch. I freeze in place, taking all your cum in my mouth. You hear a gulp, before I come back up for air.

"That was amazing," you say.
"Are you talking about last night or this morning?"
"Yes," you answer with a smile.
"I've had a sexy dream," I tell you. "It was quite nice."
It's the kind of dream where you have sex with a stranger. Nothing particular about it, but you can't help but wonder if you made that dream happen with your touching. In any case, you're confident I'm none the wiser.

I get out of the bed in my panties. You follow me to the kitchen, naked. I offer you some tea, orange juice or hot cocoa, some toasted baguette with jam, a yogurt, some of my daughter's breakfast cereals. A typical French breakfast. I enjoy my tea in silence, looking up at you with a smile every now and then.

After breakfast, I do the dishes quickly. Or it would be quickly if not for you. You approach me from behind while I'm in front of the sink. Your body against mine, you move forward until I'm pinned against the counter. You reach around with your right hand and go in my panties. With you left hand, you grab my boob and play with my erect nipple. I can feel your hard cock rubbing against my buttocks.

I don't feel like fighting the urge, so with a wet hand I grab your cock and guide it in my pussy while you push my panties aside with your fingers. This time you come quickly, once again painting my inside with your white goo.

You say there's so many things you'd like to do to me. I give you a gentle kiss and let you know I've got quite the laundry list myself. Unfortunately, I have to pick up my daughter from my parents and be a mom for the day. I give you my number so you can call me if you want to work that list down.

You feel deflated a bit. You'd want this moment to last forever, but have to surrender to reality. You think back on our whole evening, from holding my hand at the café to waking up to me blowing on your cock. I watch your dress up, trying to tuck your hard member back into yesterday's clothes. I smile as I tell you you'll have to do the walk of shame across town.

You walk to me to give me a big passionate kiss before you leave. I wish you a nice day... until next time.