I met a very sexy Canadian lady years ago. Actually, we had never met face to face, just online and, maybe once, on the phone. But we had exchanged much intimate information about ourselves and had a pretty good idea of each other's sexual turn-ons. She claimed she was willing to indulge my oral appetite for pussy and I thrilled to the thought of spending hours on my back with her riding my face. But the distance between our homes prevented us from consummating our mutual desires.
Then, one day, I opened a message, and there she was, in all her female glory. She sent me a selfie she shot while wearing sexy lingerie, tiny black panties and black stockings covered by a man's shirt. I was instantly hard for her. I told her we needed to meet. I needed to experience what I was sure would be the most overwhelming erotic event of my life, the chance to ravage her and to be lost in her passion. She graciously agreed.
Being a Canadian snow bird, she spends summers in Ontario and winters in Florida. I made arrangements for a business trip to the Sunshine state at a time when we could hook up.
She provided very precise instructions. I was to book a room on the beach (she said she sometimes likes to watch the rolling ocean waves while being taken from behind). At the time of our meeting, I was to leave the door unlocked. I was to be naked and erect. She said we have had 25 years of foreplay. She did not want to have to take the time for me to get hard for her.
I followed her instructions to a tee. Bed spread pulled down, no clothes on. I had only to look at her picture to get a raging hardon for her. I heard the door click open, then close. And there she was, just as she had appeared in the picture, short reddish blonde hair, lingerie, panties and black thigh high stockings, all concealed under a trench coat.
The coat fell to the floor, and we were in a clinch. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass as she wrapped one stockinged leg around me, pulling our groins together. We devoured each other's mouth and tongue. In a flash she was out of the corset, and I feasted on her lovely breasts, licking around her nipples, then suckling, as she threw her head back and sighed with contentment.
Soon I was kissing my way down her body till I was on my knees. I rubbed my face against her panty covered crotch, feeling the dampness and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I looked up into her eyes, and her smile told me to proceed. I grasped the edges of her panties and pulled them down. We both chuckled as her wetness caused them to stick to her slit. My breath caught as her magnificent, waxed pussy was revealed to me for the first time. There was simply nothing for me to do but place grateful kisses upon those swollen lips peaking out, beckoning me to an experience I had ached for, year after year.
"On the bed," she commanded, and we stretched out. She rolled on top of me, grinding herself against my erection. Then she lay to the side, and our hands went to work, stimulating each other. My finger found its way into her vagina, and she soaked my hands with her fluids. Then I found the pearl of her clitoris, hooded and swollen and rolled it between my fingers, to her obvious approval. All the while she was working my penis with the best hand job a man could ever want. I needed to slow her down or I was going to be spraying myself all over her in no time. Besides, I needed to make my favorite fantasy come true. I could wait no longer.
"Please, please, let me taste you, please," I begged.
She smiled, and rolled on her back, legs spread. I slipped a pillow under her butt and settled down between those stocking covered thighs. I love the feeling of stockings squeezing my head as I pleasure a lady. Now, I got my first close-up look at the object of my desire, that had, for years, filled so many of my fantasies. I stared, transfixed at this amazing masterpiece of anatomy, full, thick lips coated in vaginal fluid, the slick pinkness inside, her vagina where my finger had just been sheathed. Her hand at the back of my head gripped my hair and pulled me to her.
She did not want preliminaries. Her fluids were flowing freely, and I applied my tongue to the entrance to her vagina, drinking deeply of her arousal. Her hips were moving against my face, rubbing my mustache and beard between her lips, soaking me and marking me with her scent. Soon her hand in my hair pulled me up to the seat of her pleasure, her swelling clitoris.
My usual technique is to lick and suck a woman's clit at the same time, and I applied myself earnestly to the task. "Oh, yes," she hissed, pressing me tighter into her pussy. I inserted one finger into her vagina and stroked her g spot. With my thumb, I pressed against her anus and was thrilled to hear more cries of "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!" Her stockinged thighs were squeezing my head and pulling me back and forth, as she rocked and twisted her hips against my face.
Then, she came! And what an orgasm! Twenty-five years of lust that we had generated for each other was released between her legs, soaking my face in a jet of liquid, her thighs dragging me around the bed, her voice in a scream of pleasure. Contraction after contraction pulsed my finger within her vagina. Finally, her spasms slowed, and she held my face still against her vulva, slowly reducing her movements, till she pushed me away and lay still.
Her legs were still wrapped tightly around my neck, as I looked up to see her face. One of the most beautiful sights I have ever witnessed is the satisfied smile of a woman to whom I have just given an orgasm. It is a sight I will never tire of as long as I live.
