1. Yvette et Grant


    Date: 3/23/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: happylooker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Grant certainly was a nice guy, Yvette thought. He was kind and polite. And amusing. She knew all this despite never having had a proper conversation with him. They couldn’t converse, because she spoke only French, he spoke only English and they hadn’t had time to resort to dictionaries or online translators. They had met just two hours earlier and Grant was now massaging her navel with the head of his penis – from the inside. Most forty something women would, she thought, have been at best still sitting in a café with this new admirer. At worst they would be miles away from him, destined never to see him again, having let immediate attraction and the pang of wanting slip through their fingers. She, on the other hand, was on her back on a hotel bed, her clothes scattered around the room and her naked body completely at his disposal. With her legs in the air, bent at the knees, she was allowing him to fuck her. She had already sucked him, and it was great. His cock was quite long, fairly thick, nicely formed and had been standing to attention, bolt upright, when he had asked her to do the honours, which she had done willingly, happily, eagerly, on her knees. He had, it has to be said, set a precedent, having licked her vagina and then her ass within minutes of entering the room. Yvette and Grant had met in a clothes shop in a hot South American town. She had not exactly been looking for a fuck, but she was dressed to impress, a tight brown-striped top above equally tight ...
    khaki shorts and two-inch heels to give her body some poise. She had gained weight and changed shape, she knew, over recent years, but she wasn’t going to try to hide that now. Since her husband had left her six months previously she had acquired a new resolve and a new self image. She wasn’t looking for a pretty boy. The sex might be okay in a frantic way, but afterwards there was the terrible silence of realization. And anyway, some handsome, toned young stud was only going to make her self-conscious about her expanding body. No, Yvette was looking for a man who was looking for a woman like her. Grant fitted the bill perfectly. He was about the same age, with a good, strong physique onto which the extra pounds of age had crept. His lived-in face told her he had a past as well as a future, and the past meant experience, not just sexually but in life. And on top of all this, as was still dawning on her, he was indeed a nice guy. She had been looking for a dress and tried on half a dozen over about half an hour, during the course of which Grant had moved from looking at shirts to subtly watching her, standing six feet away, near the changing rooms, and obliging her (actually not, but she did it anyway), to apologise when she moved past him. “Pardon,” she said, and sometimes he would step back and say, “Sorry,” in his very English way. Eventually he had become her confidant, suggesting with his hands and facial expressions what he felt about each garment. He liked some more than ...
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