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Purely by Chance

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I guess I was feeling a little lonely, a little sorry for myself.


He came to see me just because I was feeling down and well, he is kind like that. Much older than me, but kind. We talked way into the night and shared a bottle of good wine. When it came time to turn in, he made himself up a bed on the floor by the fire and I went to my bed.

He slept.... I didn't.

Oh, I wasn't exactly feeling horny. I couldn't tell you 'I was wet....my clit was hard'...or any of that stuff. I felt... well, lonely. So I got out of bed and wriggled my way under his duvet and put my arm around him. I just needed warmth and contact with another human. But as I lay there, I pulled his arm gently over my waist too. For a while, his hand rested on my tummy. He didn't move it. I would love to say he did, but I could feel his fingers less than an inch away from my panty waistband and the warmth of his hand was certainly heating me up. I put my hand on his and eased it down a little, tugging my panty wasteband out of the way with the other. Soon, I had maneouvered his hand over my trimmed mound and had his finger just at the top of my slit. I should have left it at that, but I didnt. I took a more firm hold of his hand and I spread my legs and pushed his hand down between them. At the same time, I pressed his finger inside me. Ohhh it felt glorious. I hadn't had anyone else's finger there for nearly a year and damn it felt good.

Then he stirred and realised where his hand was. He stammered an apology (not that it was in any way his fault) but I held his wrist in place and just said 'Please. I really need this.' He relaxed but for a moment was so still I thought he would pull his finger out of me. After what seemed like an eternity he started to finger fuck me gently as anything at first but quickly becoming more urgent and hooking his finger like really expert guys know how to do and stroking my g spot. Soon, I had that familiar 'I'm gonna pee' feeling which always heralds stunning orgasms for me. I arched my back but first I had to tell him something. 'I squirt.' And Holy Shit, did I! I orgasmed so hard it almost hurt and I totally soaked his hand, my panties the duvet, everything. He brought me off four times in a row like that, each one more intense than the last and when he pushed a finger deep up my ass, I nearly passed out.

Of course, I wanted to return the favour. He had THE fattest cock I have ever held. And a good seven inches long too. His wife must be a very happy lady. I jacked him slowly. Finally, I rested my head on his tummy and finished him like that. I got me a lovely sperm shower.

Oh, ok, I know. Did we? Of course. But for the rest of the night and well into the morning, he taught me a whole new world of masturbatory techniques I would never have thought of in a million years. It was perverse, kinky, unusual, both in terms of what he used on me, and WHERE.. both on my body and location. He took me out and made me cum right in the middle of a busy shopping mall. Now THAT was hot!

He made me go without panties, and got me to shave that little triangle I keep. When he sent me into a clothes shop changing room with an instruction. 'Wet the floor'. I obliged. He went in afterwards to find I had squirted on the carpet in there. He wanted me to masturbate IN the clothes I was trying on, which, I am glad to say, I did.

I have heard stories about older men and always wondered. Let me tell you, girls, if you EVER get the chance to let an older guy near you, GO for it. YOu will NEVER regret it. I sure as hell didn't.



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