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It started with her profile pic. The second I saw it, my balls tingled and my cock stiffened. So tall, so confident, such full lips and that platinum hair … but this being Facebook and seeing she was married, how could I get her attention without being the creepy guy who told her she was so fucking sexy I was leaking a little pre-cum into my boxer briefs?

Seeing that Shelly’s profile popped up because we knew mutual people — turns out family friends knew her — I decided not to overthink this. I got my cock to calm down and sent her a message pointing out our mutual friends/acquaintances and telling her she looked really happy in her profile pic. Nothing disingenous, nothing overboard, but hopefully just enough to make a woman 33 years my senior smile.

Turns out I made her smile big-time! She checked me out, told me I was a “handsome young man” and started the back-and-forth of how we knew the same people. I made her laugh a bunch of times with observations and, after telling me I made her laugh, asked:

“How are you single? Good looking guy, funny … women should be all over you!”

“I do OK, I guess,” was my reply.

“Guessing you do better than OK! ;-),” she sent back.

After she went away for a week, she messaged me when she got back and asked for my number. We chatted and laughed and even flirted a bit for hours upon hours over the next few weeks. I played it cool and learned a lot about her: her husband was one of those old-school, dinner-needs-to-be-on-the-table-by-6 types; their sex life was non-existent; we were born in the same hospital; she lived around the corner from my cousins who lived 3 towns over before moving 90 minutes away; and she still kept wanting to know how I could be single, saying it’s a shame this wasn’t a different time and place.

The next day after saying that last part, she suggested meeting. In fact, she called me at work and told me we were meeting. “I’m coming north tomorrow, you’re cancelling whatever your plans might be and we’re going for drinks!” Shelly ordered. No arguments here.

We met at about 8 in a parking lot outside of an upscale enough bar. Shelly got out of her SUV and I noticed how tall she was. She was about 6-0, wearing a black leather coat, a black top showing the tops of her tits and maroon lipstick. We hugged tightly and gave each other a quick kiss near each other’s lips.

“What are you ordering for me, handsome!” she said as I opened the door for her. I smiled.

“You’re trouble!” she laughed. I eyeballed her up and down, touched her arm and said, “You started it.”

We got a table and I ordered two shots of tequila. I remembered she liked tequila. Except I told her I was going to introduce her to body shots.

“You really are trouble!” she said, starting to blush. “How does this work?”

I put the salt on her neck and the lime in her mouth. After licking my way towards her lips, I did my shot, traced the outside of her lips with my tongue and then took the lime from her. She shivered and put her hand on my thigh.

“Think you can top that?” I challenged her. She did the same as me, while using her fingertips to trace her way up my thigh. She took the lime, spit it out and kissed me full on. My hand was on the inside of her thigh, which was on hot and somewhat moist.

“Let’s go somewhere,” I told her. She grabbed her bag with one hand, used her other hand to grab my right hand and we walked out quickly.

As we approached her truck, she told me to get in. We were topless and kissing feverishly within seconds. She had already undone her bra and her tits, at least 48DD came popping out near my lips. I sucked them both, one at a time intensely while running my hand between her thighs. She grabbed my cock and her eyes went wide as saucers.

“I thought of getting a room, but I’m fucking you right here!” Shelly demanded. I climbed in the back, starting to undue my pants; hers was already off. My cock was throbbing and and popped right out into her hand. She looked up, licked it and took it deep in her mouth before telling me I needed to sit down.

“I’ve wanted to take you for a ride since we first started talking,” she said. People were outside of her SUV, but the windows were tinted.

“There will be plenty of time for me to suck you off and take your load. You’re going to fill me up and make me squirt all over your cock!”

It was the most intense 10 minutes of my life. She shoved her tits in my face and bounced up and down on my 7-inch cock. I felt her juices drip down my cock. I was doing everything in my power to last, but her pussy was milking my cock so powerfully and skillfully.

Shelly got louder … and louder … while my mouth was full of her right nipple, running it between my top teeth and tongue. I felt a hot, wet wave wash over my cock.

“Oh John, this cock is fucking magnificent! And it’s mine now! And so is your cum!” she shouted as I started to tense up. As she kept squirting, I starting pumping cum into her violent spurts. She let me up for air from her sweaty, salty bosom and I joined her in yelling to the heavens.

“Holy fuck Shelly! Holy fuckkkkkkkk!”

When we finished, I noticed she drew blood from digging her fingernails into my shoulders. She offered to lick it off and I let her, keeping her pussy locked onto my cock as our fluids drained from her. I then gave Shelly a deep, long wet kiss while stroking her back.

She started to tear up a bit.

“That was the first time I ever fucked anyone besides my husband,” she told me. “I never knew I could feel this good again. Thank you for this John. I hope we can do it again.”

This was 15 minutes after we had finished. I pecked her on the lips and smiled. I was throbbing again.

“Maybe I did find you in the right time and place,” she smiled.

I laid her down on her backseat. Round 2 was about to begin …

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