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Long time lurker here. A lot of these stories are pretty good, so I figured I’d contribute a few of my own. This happened a bit over a year ago, with my friend Joanna. We’d known each other for about six months, and had formed a really good friendship after going to see a local band I’d been following for ages. She really likes the indie/hipster music scene, and her ex-boyfriend from when she lived interstate knew some guys whose band is now quite well known. She was dating this Irish guy Sean, who had originally come over to do the backpacking thing, you know, come to a different country, meet the local people, travel and drink and work a bit until the visa expires. I don’t think finding a local girlfriend was pretty high on his list, because he’d have a habit of deciding he was bored and would literally book the next flight or bus out to go somewhere else. It was during those months when he was interstate that Joanna and I first hooked up, and we’d done it a few times while he was away. So one afternoon I had gone into the city to work on a few assignments, but my mind wasn’t with it so I messaged Joanna asking what she was up to. She was at work, but it had been one of those days (retail jobs suck!) and so she basically needed a drink as soon as she’d finished. We met up, and as it was still only mid-afternoon no bars were naked women over 60 open, so we went to a bottle shop and got a bottle of wine to share in a park near the main railway station. It’s pretty quiet there during the day, and I guess as long as you don’t act like an obnoxious idiot no one is really going to care if you’re drinking. Anyway, we’re sitting on the hill in the park taking turns drinking from the bottle, and Joanna mentions that the jeans she was wearing were way too tight around the waist to wear sitting down, so she just casually reaches down and undoes the mature wife pics buttons before pulling her top down a bit so nobody is likely to see much. I got a glimpse of her black knickers, I think she did it on purpose given the look she gave me. We kept chilling on the grass when she says, "Do you want to come back to my place? Sean is at work, and probably won’t get home until late so we could keep drinking there." Even though it was nice in the sun, when a cloud blocked the light it got a bit cool, and the wind was starting to pick up so I replied, "Sure, let’s go." We finished the bottle, and then caught the tram back to her place. The wine must have gone to our heads, because I was feeling pretty tipsy and kind of tired, and Joanna was just lying on the bed in that half-drunk half-asleep state. After some time she rolls over facing me and asks me if I want to have sex. I’m kind of hesitant—even though we’d fucked before, it was always kind of awkward afterwards—but she was pretty old naked ladies insistent. "What if Sean comes home?" "He always messages or calls me after he finishes, so that’ll give us time to sneak out," Joanna replies. "There’s a back stairwell which nobody uses, so you can go down there and I’ll distract him so he won’t notice anything." I’m still not sure—I’ve never been much of a risk-taker—but Joanna really wanted to so she grabs my hand and places it over her crotch, in effect getting me to rub her through her jeans. In all honesty, I was feeling kind of horny too, so I start taking control and using a bit more pressure. She grabs my wrist again and this time motions for me to rub under the waistband of her jeans, so I start fingering her through the fabric of her underwear whilst she’s rubbing on top of her jeans. It’s a bit tight though, so she undoes the buttons and then wriggles out of them before pulling her black thong off as well. I start fingering her properly now; her pussy is totally smooth—she must’ve gotten it waxed recently. All the other times we’d had sex she was really embarrassed about having some fuzz there (I think she was actually kind of grossed out by it, whereas I just don’t care). She loves the way I finger her; apparently I’m pretty good but my technique is mostly guesswork. Do something and watch her reactions, and if she moans a bit or says, "Keep doing that," then listen to her and do it. It’s pretty simple really. Joanna reaches across and undoes my belt and my jeans, and starts rubbing my penis through my briefs; I’m fairly hard but I want to focus on her pleasure for the moment. I’ve got two fingers inside her, my middle finger and ring finger, and they’re curled slightly to rub the front-ish (?) of her vagina, whilst my thumb is doing little circles on her clit. She’s moaning softly, and has her eyes shut, and I push her top up with my other hand to reveal her bra and feel her boobs. They’re fairly small, like a large A or a small B cup, but all boobs are pretty good in my opinion. "Stop. I want you inside me," Joanna says suddenly. "OK. What about a condom?" I ask as I take my jeans off fully, "We should probably use one." (I don’t really like the things but I’m trying to be the responsible one here.) "Don’t need one, I’ve been on the pill with Sean for the last six weeks." I position myself over her, spread her legs a little, and start rubbing the head of my penis against her opening, making sure to get some of her wetness on it. Joanna grabs me and jerks me off to get me harder, before guiding me in. "Wow. You’re so wet and smooth," I exclaim. Captain Obvious here :-/ We start moving in unison, and I’m going in an out of her when after what mature nude ladies couldn’t have been more than 30 seconds Joanna starts to come. She cries out a little involuntary moan, arches her back and then just sort of does this shaking thing; I can feel her clench me quite tightly. "That was quick." "I was almost about to come from you fingering me but I much prefer to come from sex. It’s so much better with someone inside me. Keep fucking me, I want to feel you too." So we continue going at it, and it’s getting more intense. I’ve pushed Joanna’s top up and off her, and taken my own shirt off; I’m kissing her neck and shoulders—she doesn’t want to kiss on the lips because according to her that would be weird if she’s cheating—when BZZZZT BZZZT her phone rings. Shit! It’s Sean! We stop mid thrust. "Hey sexy," Joanna says, while I’m still inside her. "How was work? Where are you now?" I am trying not to breathe or make a sound, and I can hear his muffled response. "That sucks. Sounds like you need a drink. Work was boring, and I was tired afterwards so I came back for a nap to recharge," Joanna continues. "No need to rush home. How about we meet at a bar in like an hour? There’s that nice one down the road, you really like that beer they brew there." More muffled responses. Sean has a pretty strong accent so on a bad day and/or when he’s drunk he’s nigh impossible to understand. Joanna thinks his accent is sexy. "Ok, see you soon. Love you. Bye!" Joanna says, and hangs up. "That was awkwardly close. We should finish up so we don’t get caught!" "Yeah." Mid conversation I’d pulled out because it was hard to stay still, and I wasn’t very close either but I really want to finish. I grab Joanna’s phone and bury it under a pillow, and then turn her and enter her again. "Oh fuck!" she gasps out, arching her back again. I pick up the pace and start thrusting into her again, making sure to go as deep as I can. Joanna has told me I’m one of the largest guys she’s been with, so much that it hurts a little but it’s a good kind of pain. We’re fucking harder this time, and after a few minutes I feel like a switch has been flipped and now I’m almost ready to come. "I’m almost there," I say to her. "Where do you want me to come?" "Inside me. Come inside me, I want to feel you." I keep going for a few more thrusts before I feel myself start to peak, so I push in as deep as I can and then start shooting a load deep into her. I keep thrusting though, because that makes it feel so much better, and after the orgasm subsides I lie on top of her for a few minutes. We’re both panting a bit. I pull out of her, and Joanna quickly gets up and runs to the bathroom to clean up (and not leave any evidence behind). I get dressed again when she comes out, and she pulls on a fresh thong before standing in front of her wardrobe wondering what she’s going to wear. I tell her she shouldn’t wear a bra, and to give Sean a nice surprise at the bar or later tonight. After trying on half a dozen shirts, she finds one she likes (I agree—it does look really nice on her) and starts quickly doing her makeup. Joanna’s phone goes PING with a new message from Sean: "Where are you? Are you coming, there’s a band playing." "I’m just leaving now." she texts back. We gather up our stuff, straighten the bed out, and then leave the flat. At the street we part company, she turns left and I head right. "Seeya. Have fun tonight." I said. "Oh, I will," Joanna replies with a smirk. mr_tea_time