Fingering - Apparently Pretty Good!

It's said that everybody is good at something and I guess that's true. It seems I have a talent for fingering! 

Now, please don't ask me what I do differently to other guys as I genuinely have no idea but I must be doing something different as more than one lady over the years has commented positively.

One that stands out was a lady name Jane many years ago, in the early days of the internet and being able to find sexual partners on line.

She was based in Nottingham and easy for me to get to as I drove passed the city frequently for business reasons. After a brief spell chatting online, we agreed to meet up at her place, a small ground floor flat just outside the city.

Very brave of her; agreeing to meet a total stranger alone but I guess it's what we all do in our search for sexual pleasure. Although on the other hand, she might have been a mad axe murderer so perhaps it was me being brave meeting on her territory with no one knowing where I was??

She turned out though to be quite a pretty, quiet lady of about 5ft 5in with short dark hair, average breasts with very nice legs - us guys notice these things. In summary, she was an eminently fuckable milf and she clearly thought I was a suitable sperm provider by the way she smiled when she invited me in, took me in her arms and kissed me deeply, my fingers twining in her hair to keep her in position whilst my tongue explored her mouth.

She did look very desirable in a tight, shortish black dress, opaque hold ups and, as I found out later, black panties and no bra.

We disentangled and made our way to the sofa in the lounge. As it transpired, we got no further as regards exploring her home!

I accepted the offer of a coffee which, I think surprised her, as, I imagine, most men would have been desperate to get inside her. Personally, I like the build up to sex as well as the actual fucking. I like imagining that milf body under her clothes. I like to imagine what her naked breasts look like and feel like without actually having seen them. I like to imagine how cute her pussy must be hidden beneath layers of clothing. 

The female body is amazing to see, feel and taste and the anticipation whilst she is keeping her charms hidden I find a real turn on. Is that unusual maybe?

She made the coffee and sat next to me on the sofa, her hold ups rustling seductively as she moved and her dress riding up her thighs a little as she sat down - a real cock twitching moment.

We chatted and drank our coffee About our ex-partners, about family, she had a daughter. I do love a pussy that has given birth - again is that unusual? Just one of my kinks.  We chatted about the difficulties of finding people to trust and to provide the pleasure we need and of course the occasional sexual disaster, making us both laugh and eaing any tension before getting down to what we both wanted.
 

And it started as I placed a hand on her thigh, gently, ever so softly running my fingers along the nylon. And we kissed.

Oh how we kissed! Deep, firm, passionate kisses, tongues pressing into each other’s mouths. Kissed as if we hadn't kissed for years, holding each other’s heads between our hands and panting between kisses.

I slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor, my hand pushing her dress further up her thighs to expose the wonderful naked female flesh above her hold ups. Released from the constraint of her tight little dress, she spread her wonderful soft, smooth thighs exposing the tightness of her panties stretched across her mound.

I cupped that lovely female mound with my hand, feeling the warmth of her sex and a slight dampness to the fabric as she pressed herself against me. 

Still kneeling beside her, I ran one finger up and down her slit, feeling the outline through the fabric, pressing ever so gently to part her lips and feel them through her panties. Always love how they move beneath my fingers.

The time had come to feel her sex fully. To feel that amazing feminine opening to her body. I slipped my hand into her panties as she spread her legs a little wider, leaning back, eyes closed, taking a deep breath as my fingers made contact with her pussy.

I eased one finger between her lips, gently running it up and down the length of her slit, pausing now and then to gently massage that wonderful, soft pink bud at the top, her gentle, soft moans telling me I was doing something she liked as her lovely, soft female folds slipped easily beneath my fingers.

If the exterior of the female sex is wonderful, the inside is mind blowing and, deciding it was time to enter her, I slipped two fingers inside her sweet, soft, moist pussy, still with her panties on and pressing tightly and erotically against my hand. A louder moan and her pushing her crotch against me told me this was what she wanted.

I slowly slipped my fingers in and out of her, sometimes withdrawing fully to circle her clitoris before diving again into that gorgeous wetness that can only be the female vagina, clasping and releasing as her muscles worked in response to my stimulation, getting ready to receive sperm to be nurtured inside her warm body.

Smooth, steady strokes of my fingers inside her cunt seemed to give her pleasure but when I gently curled my fingers inside her, she gasped and thrust hard against my hand. I stopped moving in and out of her and just gently curled and uncurled my fingers, feeling those wonderful ridges along the top of her vagina until at one point she gasped, 'there - rub there, just there' and I stayed where I was, my fingers barely moving as I stimulated the area of her wetness she'd indicated.

Moans turned to loud gasps, gentle hip thrusts turned to fierce body movement as her sexual organs reacted to what was happening inside her until eventually, she took in a deep breath, her whole body tensed as her cunt squeezed hard, hard and harder still on my barely moving fingers spasming in the throes of an orgasm. 

Fluid flooded out of her as her pussy briefly relaxed before another deep intake of breath and her pussy squeezing harder still on my fingers followed by another flood of vaginal fluid and a loud gasp and short, fast breaths accompanying her second orgasm.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!' She repeated as her body subsided, her breathing slowed and her drenched pussy relaxed a little on my hand. 'What did you do?' she panted, 'I've never cum as powerfully as that before.'

The honest truth? I didn't know! Other than gently curl my fingers inside her, presumably to stimulate the back of her clitoris inside her, an area that rarely gets attention.

I needed my own relief now so, withdrawing my soaking fingers, I clambered between her thighs, still on my knees and her now half on and half off the sofa, pulling her panties to one side I slipped my cock so easily into her soaking hole, barely any friction so wet was her birth canal.

I fucked and fucked and fucked that soaking, used pussy as she lay almost not moving so spent was she from her own orgasms until with that final deep thrust instinctively trying to get my sperm as close to her cervix, her uterus and her eggs as I could, I spurted my seed deep inside her. Pulling back to get a little more friction before pressing into her again for the next spurt and the next and the next.

So wet was she now that my cock, having pulsed it's last drop inside her slipped easily from her body. And she repeated, 'Wow - I have never, ever cum as hard as that. Amazing!'

And to this day, I don't know what I do that makes women enjoy my fingers inside them so much. Is it because I take my time? Is it because I enjoy the feeling so much that I want to feel her pussy clenching on me again and again and again? Am I hitting a spot others don't?

I certainly wish I knew because if I did, I'd bottle it and sell it or at least write a book about it!

Fortunately, Jane and I met several times after that, purely for sex as neither of us wanted a relationship and I feel honoured that she took me into her lovely body many times to be given those powerful orgasms.

Inevitably, life moved on and she moved away to be nearer family but left behind some wonderful memories. And I hope she has those same wonderful memories too.