Carnal Urges of a Lady Boss
Hey there a dear reader your JJ back with a bang, late is late nothing to feel sorry the new assignment is taking my time away. No fuss here is what I have scribbled for you. ‘Yes’ you are right mature passion again, my god why do these women older to me drive me crazy? To understand this concept you need to go through this heavenly journey. A day at the office as a new joiner nothing much to do and it was driving me nuts to just sit there and do nothing. Like always I started to scribble these below lines reliving my earlier memories…….. She was older than what I might normally have thought of as someone I’d engage in sex with, though younger than I am by 14 years. She wasn’t attractive in the sense of beauty as I’d define it, but at her age, and with respect for herself, she maintained what level of beauty she had. The important thing is, she was as hungry as I told her I was, and we both had food to offer. Seduction is a mutual thing, and/or crafted in our minds as well as our organs, and without feeling egocentric, I knew I could pleasure her beyond any experience she’d known lately. I too was alone, and still felt it when primal urges were trying to take control. Hence my seeking someone to enjoy those urges with. I rarely judge anyone by appearance alone, but don’t think of myself as a Saint because of that, just someone wanting to share passion, another warm body, and yes,,, release. She was a surprise in the meeting at my earlier assignment in Chennai, and I probably wouldn’t have given her a look had we passed on the street, but when we met, I sensed a longing in her to experience love certainly, and even at her age I had to believe she also, still, had urges. It turns out I was correct & in the slow turn of events both of us knew where it was leading and hell both of us wanted to get there ASAP. She allowed, without much resistance, kissing, and a slow building of caressing. Her responses, though guarded at first, became something she wasn’t exactly in control of. For all her caution, and shy hesitation, she opened up fairly soon to having attention paid to her. Moaning when her neck was kissed, gasping as each breast was caressed after allowing them to be bared, and verbalizing,,,”Yesssssss” as I attempted to waken her long suppressed desires, she allowed all that happened. As I sank to my knees I licked and kissed what I hoped was a starving body, a bit over weight, perhaps conditioned by age, and apathy, in the end result, and often with eyes closed, don’t we all “want”and dismiss so much? Trailing my lips and tongue over her body, nibbling, and licking her long denied, needs, I arrived at her throbbing pussy. I’m a very oral person, so I lingered there, tasting, enjoying the clean, yet very human flow of the chemicals we naturally exude in a sexual act, or anticipation. She moaned aloud, clutching my head to her crotch, and inhibitions vanished as she experienced what might have been her first orgasm in a very long time. With less effort, I had her body on her bed, and with no encouragement her legs spread, allowing access to what was obviously a hunger,,, very wet, hot, with a longing to be sated. Here was a woman, long without sex, probably suppressing desires, and yet, wanting so much to know a reawakening of them. I wasted no time in devouring her pussy. She cried out, held my head and allowed her forgotten clit to be milked. Bouncing very animatedly off the bed, she drove herself, with my help, to more orgasmic joy than she’d known in years, and lasted longer, I’m certain, than even she imagined she would. Her cum flowed like the Noah flood, her verbalizing was almost pagan, and very much in words she probably never spoke aloud, until now,,, and she was clean, smelled pleasant, and tasted as I knew she would,,, of Woman. Not waiting for her to relax I moved up to impale her, and had agreed to her condition of a condom for the purpose of “safe sex.” I’m not opposed to it, but in knowing those I engage with, it’s never been an issue. This however, was only our first time together, and certainly I respected her fears. She aided me in putting the condom on, which gave her a better sense of security, and allowed us both the sensations of touch.. I pressed my fingers against the pouty lips of her pussy, and her sharp intake of breath was a message that if she was afraid, she still accepted her fate in the moment, and I pushed hard into her, wanting to fuck her wildly, even against her weak statement, “No, not yet” After the fact she would say “YES, more” and I knew I had her. Addiction was the next step, and she would follow that path. She obviously remembered everything about how it is to “have sex”, “make love”, “get fucked”, and her juices flowed often and abundantly in that first few hours. Endurance was something we had already discussed, and neither enjoyed the quick Fuck and roll off, that happens often. She had told me early on that “making love” should be special, and I agree. She wanted to feel emotion, not just be an old “whore”, which I respect, and she claimed her own ability to make fireworks happen. On that note I was anticipating as much as she delivered. It wasn’t until the second encounter that she sucked my cock, willingly, and without insinuation or prodding, she became the oral slut we both discovered she held in check, for so long, but wanted to be. The night began much as the first time we had sex, and at some point, she moved to experience, or explore what it was like to have another orifice filled. “Oh my” she cried out, after I had exploded in her mouth the first time. “I so love sucking cock and missed it for so long, thank you for sharing yours with me.” Her mouth accepted all I delivered, with no apparent desire to pull back.