Fantasy Erotica - A hot MILF that made me day ...

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I was walking back from the gym, my muscles still pumping with adrenaline, when I spotted a nearby dumpling place. The aroma wafted through the air, making my mouth water. I ordered a plate of steaming Chinese dumplings and decided to sit on the patio outside. All the tables were taken, but there was a seat next to an older woman in her late 30s. She noticed me scanning for a seat and said, "You can sit here, don't be shy."

I thanked her and sat down, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "It's been a while since I tried dumplings," I commented, trying to break the ice.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "They're delicious here. I come often."

I could see her staring at my veiny hands, a result of my recent gym session. I stole glances at her plump lips, wondering what they would feel like. The way she licked her dumplings was teasing, and I found myself curious about what else those lips could do.

As we chatted, we discovered we were in the same line of work, which made the conversation flow effortlessly. We wrapped up our meal, and I mentioned I was heading to an Amsterdam brewery. "I live nearby," she said. "I can guide you to the best drink they offer."

Before I knew it, we were sitting at a bar, chatting about life. She confided in me about her demanding job and social anxiety, which kept her from socializing much. I shared my similar story, adding that I found older women incredibly attractive. With each passing moment, I inched closer to her, and she did the same.

"I was still looking at her lips," I thought to myself. She noticed and began to tease me, occasionally revealing the tip of her tongue and swirling it around her lips. I was so hard, I could barely contain myself. She placed a hand on my thigh, teasing me further. "You're getting me excited," I admitted.

"Let me show you something," she said, pulling my hand into a deeper, more secluded side of the bar.

With every step, my heart raced, and I grew harder. She looked back at me with a spicy gleam in her eyes, leading me into a dimly lit washroom. It was tiny, but the atmosphere was electric.

As we stood in the dimly lit washroom, the tension between us was palpable. She looked up at me with those piercing eyes, her lips curved into a seductive smile. "You want this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and husky.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes, I do. Badly."

She knelt down in front of me, her hands slowly unbuckling my belt. "Then take it out," she commanded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Let me see how hard you are for me."

I complied, my hands shaking slightly as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard dick. She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. "Fuck, you're huge," she breathed, reaching out to wrap her hand around my shaft.

I groaned, my hips bucking forward slightly. "And you're so fucking sexy," I replied, my voice strained with desire.

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive tip of my dick. I hissed, my hands fisting in her hair. "More," I begged. "Please, more."

She took me into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate my girth. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping me, and it was pure heaven. She began to bob her head, taking me deeper with each pass, her tongue swirling and teasing.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," I groaned, my hips moving in time with her movements. "You're so fucking talented."

She pulled back, a wicked grin on her face. "I aim to please," she said, her hand still working my shaft. "But I want to hear you beg. Beg for my mouth."

I didn't hesitate. "Please, suck my dick," I pleaded, my voice desperate. "I need to feel your mouth on me."

She obliged, taking me deep into her throat. I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was incredible. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back, her eyes watering as she took me even deeper.

"Holy fuck," I groaned, my hands tightening in her hair. "You're so fucking good at this. I'm not going to last long."

She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva. "Then cum for me," she said, her voice breathless. "Cum down my throat and let me taste every drop."

With that, she took me back into her mouth, her head bobbing faster and harder. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. "I'm close," I warned, my voice strained. "So close."

She redoubled her efforts, her hand and mouth working in tandem to bring me to the edge. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as I approached the point of no return.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cried out, my hips jerking as I released into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.

As I came down from my high, she stood up, licking her lips. "Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, her hands running up my chest. "I could do that all day."

I pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her waist. "You're amazing," I said, my voice soft. "Thank you."

She smiled, her eyes shining. "Anytime, my dear. Anytime. You are such a good boy!"

We helped each other clean up, and as we were about to leave, she handed me her number. "Thanks," I said. "Next time, you'll sit on my face, and I'll suck and lick the soul out of you."

"Can't wait," she replied with a wicked smile.