Fucking The Divorced MILF On Vacation
The first time I saw her was on the resort beach when I was on holiday in Spain. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit with an elegance that made her stand out from the younger women in their uniform string bikini slaving themselves to fashion.
Her hair was dark and messily tied back as if she was done trying to impress anyone.
My eyes were instinctively drawn to her. Her lack of desire to be seen amongst the pick-me girls gave her an intense attractiveness that I don’t think she realised.
The following day she was by the pool, lounging in a stylish bikini. Her damp body glistened in the hot sun. Her full breasts were barely held in her bikini top. Hips flared out from her briefs, showing off her curves.
Where on the beach she didn’t want to be noticed, in her bikini she wanted the world to know this was what a real woman looked like.
Our eyes met through our sunglasses. I looked away in shame. A small smile curled on her lips.
That night I bailed on my friends. They had pulled a pair of young girls, barely twenty, who were happy to spread their legs for men with cash to burn, nearly ten years older, in exchange for free sweet cocktails.
There were girls interested in me, but I wasn’t in them, so I returned to the hotel far too sober to end the night.
I arrived at the outdoor hotel bar. I saw her sitting cross-legged on a stool, only accompanied by a glass of white wine. Her long white dress showed off her tan and the elegance she exuded so easily. Her dark hair hung loosely down to her shoulders. A flat-heeled sandal hung from her toe.
“Hi,” I greeted her nervously, taking the only free stool at the bar next to her.
“Hello,” she replied curtly with disinterest, as she sipped from her wine glass.
“Una cerveza,” I said to the bartender. I took the cold bottle, the ice on the outside already melting into condensation running its length. “I’m sorry for staring at the pool,” I said to her, without expecting her to accept my apology.
“Just at the pool?” The way she asked sounded almost like a challenge.
Her question confused me until I realised what she was insinuating.
“And at the beach yesterday,” I added quietly.
She sipped her wine. The tip of her tongue ran across her moist, plum-coloured lips, savouring the taste of her wine.
I sighed. She was toying with me.
Another challenge.
She then smiled unapologetically, with amusement, not caring about the discomfort she was causing me and sensing that I knew what she was doing.
“I forgive you.”
“Thank you.”
“I should take it as a compliment that with all these young girls around, a younger man finds me attractive.”
“Are you here alone?” A flicker of disappointment crossed her face. I could tell she thought my question was crass. “No! I mean, I thought you would be here with your husband.”
She gave me a hard stare, then softened, hinting at the hurt she held beneath her skin.
“I’m not married, at least not anymore. As of two weeks ago, I’m a free woman. I divorced my cheating ex-husband.”
“For real?” I blurted out.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, look at you? You’re beautiful! Why would anyone want to cheat on you?”
She laughed at my clumsy compliment, making me blush. She reached out and stroked my thigh, smiling with appreciation.
“Thank you. It’s nice of you to say that. I came here on a last-minute deal to recharge my batteries after my divorce. Have you ever been divorced? No, of course you haven’t. I hope you never do. My daughters are with my cheating ex, giving him hell I hope.” She paused and sighed. “You don’t want to hear my problems.”
“I don’t mind,” I told her.
She looked at me like she didn’t believe me.
“Can I buy you another drink?” I asked, indicating her empty wine glass.
“And what are you expecting if I say yes?” she asked, her eyebrows raised in a way that felt like flirting. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Ryan, and I only want to keep our conversation going.”
“Well, Ryan, my name is Lauren, and I would love another white wine, but first tell me why you would want a conversation with a woman of my age.”
“Why not?” I replied innocently.
“Guess how old I am.”
“I refuse to answer that.”
“Why?”
“Because if I try to be clever and say you are, say in your twenties, it will sound disingenuous. If I guess right or older, I risk offending you. There is never a correct way to answer to that question.”
Lauren smiled, looking impressed at my answer, sipping the wine I bought her. “Good answer, and I apologise. You’re more intelligent than I gave you credit for.”
“Tell me more about your divorce.”
Lauren shrugged dismissively. “There isn’t much more to tell. He cheated on me with a woman a little younger than you are. Even though he agreed not to, I suspect he will use the opportunity of me being out of the country to introduce her to our daughters. I wish him luck with that!” she snorted. “Introducing your mistress to two teenage girls who already hate her.” Lauren then looked guilty. “That must make me sound terrible, that I’m weaponising my children against him.”
“No,” I objected. “You’re just hurting. We all say things we don’t really mean when we are hurting. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Lauren smiled at me again, placing her hand affectionately on my thigh again and this time letting it linger.
“Let’s talk about you,” Lauren said thoughtfully. “A young man like you should be chasing one of these pretty girls I see around the resort, not talking to an old lady like me.”
“You’re not old!” I then sighed sadly. “I’m just not in the mood. These kinds of holidays aren’t for me anymore. My friends insisted I come with them after I broke up with my girlfriend.”
“I hope she didn’t cheat on you,” Lauren said with concern, uncrossing her legs, taking my hand to her lap and placing it on her thigh. Her hands lay on mine, keeping my hand in place. Her thigh felt warm to my touch. My fingers draped down inside her thigh, caught in the folds of her dress, close to her pussy. Her thighs pressed together, making sure my fingers stayed where she wanted them.
“No, she didn’t cheat. At least I’m sure she didn’t. She was toxic though.”
“Toxic?”
“With every argument we had, she broke up with me, I would apologise, and we got back together again until I had enough and agreed to break up. When I agreed, she begged me not to. The more she begged, the more I realised that I didn’t need her drama. I don’t miss her, but I miss being in a relationship.”
“That’s how I feel about my ex-husband,” Lauren replied sympathetically, squeezing my hand. The shape of her thigh was leaving me slightly breathless and trying to control my arousal.
Lauren stared intently at me, deciding.
She stood abruptly, keeping possession of my hand.
“We should take this conversation to my room,” she told me firmly. She smiled slyly. “If my ex can sleep with a younger woman, then I can sleep with a younger man.”
The moment we entered Lauren’s room, our lips clashed together. Her hands began tugging at my shirt, pushing it upward. Our lips only parted to lift the shirt over my head.
Our mouths locked together, tongues embracing matching the heat of the night. Her hands roamed my body. Mine took hold of her ass, pulling into me. Her hips pushed into mine to feel my cock straining in my trousers.
Lauren broke off our kiss, eyes sparkling in the darkness. Only the moonlight streaming through the window gave a semblance of light in the room.
Taking a step back, Lauren turned. With a sultry look over her shoulder, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed her dress down with a sexy wriggle of her hips to leave it in a pool at her feet.
Stepped out of the dress, leaving her sandals behind, while with simultaneous ease, she unfastened her strapless bra.
“If you want to see the rest of me, you need to take off those jeans and stop teasing me,” she told me over her shoulder with an arm possessively covering her breasts.
In my haste, my hands fumbled at my belt. I nearly tripped over my trousers as I took them off, my eyes never leaving Lauren.
Wrapping my arms around Lauren from behind with my trousers discarded, my lips softly kissed her shoulder while her free hand reached behind her to feel my cock.
“That feels nice,” she sighed contentedly, vague about whether it was my kiss or my cock that felt nice.
Lauren turned so our lips and tongues could resume what they were doing earlier.
She stepped back, pulling me with her. With each step towards her bed came expectations. Her expectations. This was a woman done with playing games, a woman who knew what she wanted.
Her last step was onto the bed. She hooked a hand around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. Her other hand took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her nipple hardening between my fingers.
My other hand touched her between her legs, lingering on the small damp patch on her panties.
It was enough for her to break off her kiss.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I’m not ready.” Her dampness and breathlessness told me differently.
She tugged on my boxers and freed my cock. This was what she meant by not ready.
Her lips circling my cock gave me understanding.
This was a woman whose desires had been neglected for too long. She needed to feel. She needed to remind herself what it was like to touch and taste a man.
“Christ!” I moaned.
The vibration on my cock from her giggle made what she was doing more intense. My moan was her validation. She needed to know that she still had it in her to make a man moan.
Smiling with pride, she released my cock and moved up the bed, taking off her panties.
She looked at me inquisitively, waiting, wanting to know what I could do. She now needed to be reminded what it was like for a man to touch and taste her.
Ignoring my disappointed cock, I joined Lauren on the bed.
She gasped in surprise when, instead of lying next to her, I began to lay soft kisses on her feet.
Lauren threw her hands above her head. Her contented sighs became louder the higher I kissed each parted leg. My lips were sinking into the softness of her thighs, closer to the thick, trimmed patch of dark hair between her legs.
A soft giggle left Lauren’s lips as she felt my hot breath on her pussy. Her giggle turned into needy sighs as my finger traced her moist labia.
A loud moan greeted my tongue, which made long strokes upwards. My nose nuzzled in her hair. Her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils.
Her hips rose, and her back arched as my fingers found their way inside her, with a gasp of ecstasy coming from above.
Unseen hands roughly stroked my hair, encouraging me to keep doing what I was doing. I could feel that Lauren was close to what had been given to someone else for too long.
My tongue circled her clitoris, giving her what had been denied her. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly.
Then she came.
Lauren came hard. Joy and relief flowed over my chin as her nectar poured out of her. Her taste coating my tongue. Her body shook.
A shadow then covered me. I looked up to see Lauren smiling, flushed with contentment. Grateful to be reminded of what an orgasm felt like.
But she hadn’t taken everything she wanted from me.
Lauren gently wiped her cum from my face and lifted my face to hers. Her lips pressed themselves onto mine.
“Condom,” she said. It was a simple command, uncomplicated and sincere.
I found my trousers where I had discarded them and took out my wallet. My hand fumbled the condom as I hurriedly tore open the wrapper and rolled it on.
Lauren’s eyes sparkled with desire and anticipation as I knelt above her. Her hand reached between her legs, searching for my covered cock to guide it inside her. With her mouth open in ecstasy, her eyes closed with happiness, my cock slid into the wet, warm embrace of her pussy.
I paused and held my breath, searching for self-control, not wanting to pound this beautiful creature too quickly and ruin the night.
Slowly, I withdrew. Slowly, I pushed myself back into her. Our eyes met as our hips met before parting again.
Lauren thrust her hips up, urging, demanding I go faster.
Shifting my weight, I pushed her legs back. Her eyes widened at my unexpected dominance. My cock slid deeper into her. I rose, then thrust hard back down with an erotic slap.
Faster.
Harder.
Our sighs became moans, only silenced by our kiss.
I feel her legs wrap themselves around me. Our motions fevered.
A hard kiss to silence an orgasm. Her body rigid before relaxing. Another kiss. Another orgasm. Sweat attempting to cool our bodies in the night’s summer heat.
Orgasm followed orgasm.
I felt my cock swell.
So did Lauren. She encouraged me, moving her hips harder until I filled the condom, burying my face in the pillow to stop myself from announcing to the world that I had just fucked a beautiful older woman.
“Just a little bit longer,” she whispered, her thighs gripping me until she felt me beginning to soften. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” she laughed happily as we lay side by side contemplating what we had done, turning my face towards her to give me a deep, grateful kiss.
“This wasn’t how I expected my night to go,” I confess.
“You didn’t enjoy it.” There was a fear of disappointment in her voice.
“I loved it! I never thought I would sleep with an older woman. It was easily the best sex I’ve had since…. it was the best sex I ever had.”
She kissed me softly in appreciation.
“Well, you were certainly better than my ex, but that bar is so low that it’s insulting to you. I should say, instead, you’re a wonderful lover. Thank you.”
“I should go,” I said reluctantly before an arm and a leg kept me on the bed.
“Not so fast,” Lauren told me firmly. “When you bought me that drink tonight, I was sure I saw two condoms in your wallet.”
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