It's me again guys your favourite Milf and I wanted to give an update with one of my sluttiest experiences I think I've ever had; that I had recently. This was just before the Chiefs won the superbowl.
One of my guy friends dared me to try fucking an older dude at a college football game (I think that the guy that dared me hoped to be that man, but I digress). I initially wasn't thrilled by the idea, but it kept gnawing at the back of my mind lol, the game we were at was so boring. I am 42 years old myself.
I made my way to the game after the usual morning drinking, dressed in my favorite game-day outfit that was a little bit revealing I must admit, but hey I'm at a football game surrounded by men and I don't care for the football that much.
During the first quarter, I had gotten up to get a bottle of water and was wandering aimlessly through the crowded concourse. The average age of the crowd was significantly higher than I was used to and that's when I remembered someone had told me to pick up an older man...
Even though I had initially discarded the thought, knowing that my family was nearby made the idea super hot, so I gave in.
I was overwhelmed by the options, but I resolved to find a suitable partner. At first I considered trying to fuck someone in Camp Randall itself, but I didn't know any suitable nooks or crannies in the stadium where we wouldn't get caught.
In the hall by the concessions, I saw an older dude--probably in his late 60s standing near a wall texting. He had mostly black hair, though gray near the temples; overall it was a bit wild but in a pretty way. He had a clear five-o'clock shadow. He was slender overall and probably about 5'9", so only six inches taller than me. And, cutest of all, he looked sort of sad what can I say, I love that dejected look. I got a little closer and saw no ring, so I figured it was a go.
I worked up the nerve and approached in the middle of the crowd. I started with a simple "hey!"
He looked up, and as he started he said "there you are--"
I froze, thinking I had somehow walked into one of the people who have been DMing me. But, immediately after: "oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."
My relief mixed with curiosity and hope at the opening: "who did you think I was?"
"My daughter."
Oh shit, I was trying to fuck another women's dad.
I walked around sneakily and found out he was waiting for her. He was visiting the game, too, like my parents, but his daughter would rather sit near student section. I figured it was just the right time to brighten his day hehe.
I moved in close, got on my tiptoes, and whispered into his ear. I asked if he was staying in town for the night he said no. I could tell he had no idea that I was angling for his dick. I told him to meet me at a certain bar at a certain time and that I would make his night worthwhile if he stayed a little late. He apprenhensively looked at me, almost like I was a ghost he was in shock. I was momentarily concerned, but then I saw the blush on his check, beneath his stubble, so I doubled down with "I mean it," I said.
After the game, I did the usual partying, but I kept the drinking light I was confident I had reeled him in and I wanted to make sure I could deliver the performance he expected. The time rolled around and I had dragged my friends to the correct bar. We were sitting inside when I saw him through the window, waiting on the sidewalk.
I went out and met him and started leading him home. I knew I'd have the house to myself, since one roommate was gone and the other was with her boyfriend. He followed me, I could tell he'd never done this before.
The moment my door shut behind us, I pushed him against a wall. I looked him straight in the eye and lifted a hand to slip my overalls off my shoulders, first the left, then the right. As the second one fell, so did the whole outfit, gathering around my ankles. He breathed faster as I started to push against him in only my sports bra and panties.
Despite this, though, he didn't seem engaged he was just letting me grind against him. He wasn't reaching or touching. I unbuttoned his red polo and lifted it over his head and immediately after I grabbed the back of his neck and started kissing him. He kissed me back, but that was it. I had to guide his hand to my tits before he started touching.
I continued stripping both of us down until we were naked. He remained utterly placid. I led him to the bedroom. I decided, though, that if he was going to let me take complete control, I had to get as much out of it as I could. I shoved him onto my bed and climbed on top of his face. As soon as my weight shifted onto his mouth he came alive: his tongue was racing. Apparently this was exactly what he wanted.
I started to grind on his face, my own breathing getting heavy. I reached up and started playing with my nipples, arching my back and pressing my pussy onto his face. It was feeling pretty good, though I decided to open my eyes and get a better look at him before continuing the fantasy playing out in my head. I craned my neck a bit and saw him playing with himself as he ate me out-- snapped back around and lifted myself a few inches. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?" "No, I'm sorry." "You'll have to make it up," he nodded slightly.
I pressed back down on him and started riding his face faster. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed his face harder against my pussy as I ground away. I'll admit it wasn't always the best feeling I kept sliding off his mouth and onto his stubble, but the slight pain felt good, and just knowing that I was humping this dude twice my age liked a pillow was enough. I kept on until I came, though immediately after I regretted it because of the stubble.
