This is my third story which I wrote due to the great feedback I received with my other two. It was a bit late because I'm having computer problems so thanks for being patient. It's a bit longer, but I don't have much time on my hands so this will have to do. Message or comment all your feedback or requests. Peace.
The best sex I ever had was not given to me by an obnoxious drunken whore in the middle of the night. I learned a valuable lesson at the age of 22, sex is more than just penetration and propagation. Sex is about the need for one another, and who feels that need more than a lonely middle aged woman infatuated with a young, fit boy in the sexual prime of his life. This is a story not simply about a sexual encounter, but how learned to make love to a woman.
Over a decade ago I moved into an apartment block, it consisted of two small housing units attached by the side. The first time I looked at the building I was thoroughly unimpressed, my real estate agent was relaying useless information about the area, price and so on. I probably wouldn’t have bothered with such a bore of an apartment as I had a vast sea of opportunity within the area’s real estate. But that was all before I laid eyes on my soon to be neighbour, Natalie. Natalie wasn’t exactly your typical idea of beautiful, but that idea always bored me to near death. She was 41 years old and had managed to maintain a fine composition of curves and softness within her body. From the neck down, you could almost imagine her having the body of someone a decade younger. Her hair was chocolate brown which gleamed off of her soft golden skin. The day I first saw her she was wearing cut-off shorts and a tight shirt leaving nothing to my already sublimed senses. She pranced out the front of her yard like a beauty queen, upholding various maintenance tasks before looking my way. She was too far away for me to say for precise certainty, but she seemed to smile as she looked into my distant eyes. I paused momentously as I watched her walk back into her house, a small sigh of disappointment left my body as hers left my field of vision. Already I was drenching in the desire to see that woman once more, a feeling of infatuation filled my mind with curiosity. I questioned that vague smile and discovered a lust for such a beautiful glimmer to ignite my vision. In my moment of infatuation, I immediately turned to my agent, whom I had been ignoring and exhorted a clear decision on where I was to live from now on. “I’ll take it” I said in a loud voice, my estate agent jumped in surprise and asked me to repeat what I just said. I confided once more to my intentions and she swiftly organized for me to come into the office and sign the paperwork. I didn’t read much of the paperwork; the unit was overpriced and overused but that simply wasn’t an issue for me anymore. As soon as the papers were moved into my direction I was putting pen to paper like I was being given a mansion to live in.
After I had finalized my lease and had my keys handed over, I began to come down with a serious case of anti-climax. With my infatuation alone, I had become resident to a house I hated. Needless to say I felt like an idiot, however I was nonetheless curious about my new neighbour despite losing most of my brief lust for this woman. I drove steadily towards my new house; it was fully furnished and ready, perfect for a young man with nothing to fill it with anyway. This got me wondering why such a woman would live in a place, most likely alone I thought. However my wondering was soon taken into consideration as I drove eagerly into the driveway of my new house. I panned instantly for a sight of my love-sick infatuation for a few seconds. I was met with disappointment and then anger that I could have just moved into such a place with intentions dwelled in utter fantasy. I stepped out of my car and walked over to my door, keeping a keen marginal eye on my surroundings or any sign of my sexy new neighbour. Again I was met with disappointment, walking over to my door unsatisfied. My hand met the door and I started jittering for my keys before I heard the hinges of the unit next to me swing open. I jumped immediately swaying to my left and before I could even fathom the sight, I was staring in the eyes of the most beautiful middle aged woman I had ever seen. She looked plainly at me at first; followed by the smile I had imagined I saw from the distance, my insides melted ad her beauty shuttered my vision. We remained silent for a few seconds before she stepped forward slightly and placed her hand on my arm, I remained still. “Hello sweetie, my name’s Natalie” she remarked confidently. Her words soothed my nerves surprisingly and I replied, telling her my name and a load of small talk about how lovely it was to meet her, which in this circumstance was entirely true. She wasn’t just a pretty face, Natalie made me feel comfortable and I discovered a very complex individual behind her stunning looks. She parted ways with me and much to my disappointment left as soon as she had been. As I stepped into my new house with a smile on my face, I sat and laughed a bit before recalling my encounter with beauty itself. I didn’t call it a day there; daily I would make small talk with Natalie and compliment her on anything I could gather, without being too forward of course. Natalie never had a bad day, physically or mentally. She was always showcasing her beauty, even when just out of bed and her pleasantness made me constantly in a state of utter awe for such a fine specimen.
One day I invited Natalie in for coffee, to which she happily complied. I decided it was time to get to know this woman in more depth, I asked her about work, her social life and even managed to talk about her past relationships. I was surprised how she opened up, she spoke to me about how her husband left her by simply leaving the country and she was left with nothing. She never had kids, not for a lack of trying and had built her way back into a life of simple comfort. I was intrigued, Natalie was a goldmine for middle aged bachelors, and the fact that she had not remarried or dated seriously astonished me. She wore a gown in my company indicating she was in comfort with me. I began to pick up on her gestures, she was definitely flirting. She laughed for no good reason, fumbled with her coffee cup and made flirtatious smiles at me while I spoke. I had my doubt that Natalie had any time for a 22 year old like myself, but I enjoyed her company nonetheless. Her lips looked soft from a close sitting, when she spoke I had a faint urge to jump over the counter and pounce on her lips with my own. However I did none of the kind, after a decent couple of hours she insisted she had overstayed and would need to do housework. I walked her to the door and continued to engage her before I found her arms wrapped around my body and her head planted on my chest. I stood in absolute shock with her soft hair placed under my neck and I immediately clasped her warm body into my own. She was slightly smaller than I was, but was a strong built woman nonetheless. She pulled away and smiled, “thanks for listening, I appreciate it handsome” she said softly before leaving to her own space. I didn’t move for another minute before releasing a grin which left my face feeling sore.
Within the next few weeks I had managed to find the time and recourses to go out for the night. I had nothing substantial planned, but decided to do so for my own good anyway. I stayed in my apartment until the late afternoon; I was shaven and dressed sharp. Part of me wanted Natalie to burst in and see me in such a state, but I could hear she was busy in the other unit cluttering away in her room. I stood outside for a moment and took a breath of the cold dawn air whilst stretching my arms and legs. I was almost ready to leave before I heard the hinges of Natalie’s door fly open. I turned slowly and smiled, before I could even comprehend what I saw, Natalie surged a shock into my heart at the sight I saw. She was dressed in a red dress, classy and bright with a complete makeover in contrast to her natural look I was used to. Natalie was always looking beautiful, but in her current form I was almost in love with her looks alone. I could barely speak, which luckily for me didn’t matter because my glance was met with compliments about how I looked. She walked up to me and caressed my shirt complimenting its softness and remarked that I smelled like a real man. I chuckled and thought to myself that I felt like a child around such an elegant beauty. We spoke for a while outside before I departed reluctantly. I could have stayed with her all night if the occasion allowed it, but had to leave. “Out to get some hot young girls are we?” she said in a sensual voice. I laughed and responded with agreement; although there was only one girl I could gather any significant thought about at that moment. She wished me all the best and waited back inside. She had told me she was going on a blind date her friend set up to which my heart sank. I began to wish her date went horribly, I wondered if the guy was some sleaze. It wasn’t fair, I was the one who had paved way to her heart. If some sleaze-ball was to undermine all that I would have been livid.
My night went fairly well, I met a few girls that night, even kissed two. But none of them could even hold a candle to Natalie’s perfection. Unsatisfied with my options, I left contently and headed home. Walking home all I could think about was my neighbour in her beautiful dress, her hair flowing like silk and waving to me in the wind. I began to fantasize about her lush body and indulged myself in the thought of holding her to my body. I was fairly drunk at the time, so my mind was going crazy with thoughts of this woman who lived only a few meters away from my place of rest. As I made it to the entrance of my unit, I stammered over to my door fatigued by my state of intoxication. I stood calmly and took a deep breath as I fumbled with my keys. That was when I heard a high pitched cry coming from Natalie’s doorway. My first thought was what a whore, fucking on the first date? I couldn’t believe it. But as I continued to listen in on the commotion from within her room, I realized this was a cry of sadness. I paced myself quietly over to the door to confirm my judgement and sighed in relief. “Natalie!” I yelled breaching the walls of the building. I waited for a response and hear nothing, her crying had stopped. She remained silent and I repeated her name once more. As I assumed she was in no mood to talk I moved back to my unit, I was far too tired to play a chasing game. As I again fumbled with my keys I heard footsteps from within her house and I glanced over to see her door open slowly. It was dark as I peered in and saw the moonlight shining in on her teardrops which had trailed into her cheeks. I stood for a second before manoeuvring myself in her direction. I compassionately grasped her in my arms and held her face on my chest. She cried and shook with her face planted deep into my body. “I was stood up!” she muffled and sobbed into my chest as I held her. I said nothing and placed my arm on her back and led her back inside. I turned the light on to see bottles of wine scattered in the room. I immediately felt bad for this woman and sat her down on her couch while I collected her and myself a glass of water. I returned to her company and placed a blanket over her holding her by my side as she cried and spilled her anxieties in my direction. She wept about her failed marriage and how her life was almost over and she had nothing to show for it. I said nothing while she sobbed in anguish of her supposed failures and stroked her hair softly. I was partially happy to be in this predicament, her body was warm against his and he felt good having her so close. She turned to him and hastily exclaimed, “well what do you think? Am I a failure?” She caught me off guard as I searched for an answer. She buried her head into me once again and yelled “You do don’t you?” as I insisted she was not.
As I tried to calm her she told me to name one good thing about her. She raised her head and looked at me with her light brown eyes with sadness with tears racing down her face. I thought briefly about what she had asked, maybe she was a failure, but I was not about to tell a beautiful crying woman she was a failure. I stood up and grabbed her hand lifting her with me. She rose to my level and I placed my hands on her shoulders. As I leant in I spoke, “You’re the most sophisticated and beautiful woman I’ve met in my life, you’re not a failure. You’re amazing”. As I finished she stood silently and her eyes widened. Suddenly before I could even react, she planted her mouth firmly on my own and grasped the back of my head with one hand and clawed at my chest with the other. I was quite taken, however I immediately took advantage of the situation and pulled her hips towards me kissing relentlessly in rhythm with her. Her lips were softer than I had imagined and her skin felt heavenly on my face. I was overrun with hormones as lead her to the bedroom and began caressing her body. I ran my mouth over her neck where she had placed some sort of floral scent, she moaned as I moved closer down her neck and grasped my body tightly with anticipation. In a sudden second of lust, she pulled herself downwards and grasped my belt. As she moved her breasts rubbed my body softly as I waited in anticipation. As she took my belt off, again she tore off my clothing leaving me in only my briefs. Natalie rubbed my genitalia with her soft hands and breasts looking up at me with seductive eyes. I knew what was coming as she twisted her tongue down my stomach closer to my hard penis. Moving downward with her head, she moved my briefs out of the way and in one movement took my entire length into her mouth. My body curled in pleaser as she began sucking gently and softly. As I arched she placed her hands on my stomach and caressed my bare skin. She was so gentle and warming I would have stayed like this for hours. Her tongue propelled swiftly but sensually as I moaned in the warmth of her bed. As I peered down to watch her pleasure me, I watched her brown eyes flutter into my own. This was not an act of harmless sex, in her eyes was a seriousness and boldness that just left me paralysed in my compassion. This was a woman of experience and profession, I was enjoying this moment unlike any other. Her stare was hypnotic as I watched her dark eyes inhale my cock and her tongue simultaneously stroke the tip causing me to shiver. I could barely contain my excitement as I hauled myself upright with Natalie’s face now close to my own. I grabbed her under the arms and through her down onto her back guiding her head to the mattress. She lay there with an innocent look anticipating what I was going to do next. Her fingertips stroked my body as I lowered myself between her legs and removed her panties from obstructing me. She showed a slight shiver as I softly rubber her shaven pussy which by now was already beginning to lubricate. Her head bent backward as I moved my hand faster and harder, only just making her moan. Without hesitation I lunged my tongue into her crotch and profusely thrashed around evoking from her a long and endearing cry of pleasure. Her hand grasped the back of my head and stroked my fine hair. My hands endeavoured through her dress and explored her soft body. Fingertips caressing her stomach, my face was pushed deeper into her as she began to lapse into immense pleasure with cries of desire like what I had heard earlier.
She screamed loudly in an instant, “Please fuck me, I need it right now!” I instantly rose to my knees and placed my hand on the bottom of her dress. We met eyes for a second and seductively engaged each other. I pulled her dress off over her head and wrapped my arms around her body reaching for her bra strap. I took the time to admire and kiss her body before undoing her bra and throwing it across the room. At my sudden outburst of hunger for her body, Natalie was panting breathlessly as I touched her body. We held one another closely on our knees as my cock rubbed in between her legs. We felt each other’s warmth and before we could prepare ourselves, the lubrication from our contact directed me deep inside her. She and I gasped simultaneously as she clenched herself over my chest and held herself onto me. Gently placing her on her back, I penetrated fully revealing a loud whimper feeling her clenching me even tighter as I moved inside of her. She was tremendously intact for her age as she had not given birth to children. As I grinded within her she resembled someone half her age making me lust for more. She parted her legs relaxed at first however soon constricted me closer with her strong legs. I penetrated deeper with her breasts against my body. She had a magnificent body, in the light of the room her skin glossed and her figure appeared to mould into my arms. Her face was filled with passion as her head rested on my shoulder. Powerful y, I continued to move inside her smoothly until I felt her push my chest away. I leaned back to have her lunge towards me pushing me down onto my back. Out lips met once again and I pulled her firm hips towards my erect cock and slid her back on top of me. She grunted heavily as I re-entered followed by her fierce movements that shook the bed into the wall. I had a good feeling her neighbour wasn’t home, so I pelted my way faster inside her as she tightened her grip on me and began profusely riding. As we continued she gave way to loud screams with each thrust yelling profanities and whispering in my ear. As the sweat from our bodies fused into once another, we drew closer meeting out lips. She looked in my eyes as I could feel myself losing control and quickly pinned my wrists down on either side of me. I looked up to her and saw her smile; she grew satisfied from pleasuring me, that much was obvious. I made no attempt to struggle and allowed her to work her body freely. I entered her faster and faster as she slammed down on top of me. I felt the urge of pleasure erupt from within me and as she grinded on top of me I let out a cry of pleasure signifying my immense orgasm. As I did this she responded by moving faster prolonging my orgasm. I screamed loudly tensing my muscles and pumping an enormous load of ejaculate inside her. She slowed eventually and lowered her body resting on me. We panted heavily while I remained inside her, resting within one another. Unwilling to move, we continued to hold one another with my semi hard cock still placid within her body. After a few minutes she lifted her arms and planted a long kiss on me holstering her tongue in my mouth. As she pulled away, we separated and I positioned myself under the covers as Natalie switched off the lights. Her warm naked body returned to me in a few short seconds and I felt her head buried in my chest once again. I kissed her on the top of the head and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of her faint breathing.
I woke the next day to the smell of bacon and eggs frying in a pan. My eyes opened slowly as I panned the room. I remembered everything, in my gaze I saw through the doorway Natalie standing over the stove. I rubbed my eyes and moved slightly gaining an upright position. The bed creaked slight as I moved and from the corner of my eye I saw Natalie poke her head out to see if I was up. I looked over to meet eyes with her and she had on her signature smile. She seemed different as she laughed and smiled in my direction. She seemed more relaxed, happier and maybe even younger. Her attitude resembled a schoolgirl losing her virginity as she skipped over to the bedroom and lunged on top of me. She softly kissed me resign her legs on either side of me. She was wearing a very large shirt with her panties on as my hand made contact. She pulled away and smiled, “I made you breakfast handsome” she said energetically as she bounced back into the kitchen. I smiled to myself at her gratitude as she placed a plate in front of me. At first she insisted on feeding it to me, however she then submitted to my side and held me while I ate. I decided it was a good idea to talk things through; I was beginning to feel like Natalie was trying to seal the deal with me. “About last night” I said hesitantly. She perched up and sat close to me with our eyes about half a meter apart. “I had a lot of fun Natalie but I think we…” I was stopped by Natalie’s finger pressing on my lips. She gave a seductive grin and put her mouth next to my ear. She whispered sensually “There’s more fun to have yet sweetie” and ripped the covers off of me. In my surprise I jumped slightly and before I could think straight Natalie had my cock firmly in her mouth. I smiled and rested my head on the backing of the bed while she went to work. I was in heaven. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me. I gazed down, “eat up!” she exclaimed pointing at my food. She lowered her head once again and continued sucking. In shock of her request, I slowly ate my food while Natalie pleasured me. This was a feeling of utter ecstasy as I lay back having all my desires filled. As she continued she once again raised her head and stood on her knees. Sitting in awe of Natalie and her profound beauty, she guided my hand to her panties and nodded. Without any further direction, I pulled them down just above her knees and she giggled pulling away to take them off completely. I remained where I was as Natalie reversed her backside towards my hard cock seductively. She reached around and jerked me softly getting a feel for how erect I was. I released a sigh of pleasure before Natalie lowered herself on top of me in a reverse-cowgirl position. I moved all the way inside her while Natalie whimpered with excitement. She pumped her hips onto me rocking the bed as I grasped her hips tightly. I watched as I disappeared inside her over and over again. The softness of Natalie rubbing against me was amazing; she turned her head and smiled at the sight of my sincere eruption of pleasure. As she turned back she chuckled and bent over further, as she did this she moved even faster on top of me moaning with ecstasy. Her sudden increase of speed rocked the bed into the wall and rattled the room. The end of my cock penetrated deep ad I felt the tightness constrict me towards an orgasm. Only just after a minute was when it became to intense and my body let out a shockwave of pleasure. Natalie felt my legs become tense and slammed herself harder onto my cock. With an eruption I screamed and hauled myself deeper inside her and released one of the most intense ejaculations I have even experienced. I could barely move, I simply laid in relief as Natalie cleaned me off with a naughty grin on her face as she looked up at me. I panted from the release and laughed while she and I came to a realization of what we were doing. The act finished, as Natalie kissed me on the forehead and pranced over to the bathroom. I heard the shower come on, and as I looked over, Natalie had left the door open for me to watch. Within seconds, I was on my feet ready to join her.
These escapades continued for quite some time, and we loved every second of it. I don’t know if Natalie was ever really my girlfriend or partner, but we made love with more passion than a pair of horny schoolkids. She was a loving and grateful woman, always looking after me during our relationship. She cooked for me, bought me clothes and helped me out whenever she felt like she needed to. I think she got a kick out of being needed while I was around, and I was indulgent in her company. She only ever asked that I remain intimate with her, giving her access to a world of sexual ecstasy. About 4 years later Natalie was offered a job that would move her overseas and more importantly, away from me. On her last day we spent an entire 24 hours making love and exploring each other’s bodies, but the next morning she kissed me on the cheek, dropped a tear and drove away in a cab. I too shed a tear, and waved to her with a smile. We didn’t lose contact, Natalie and I remained friends for a long time, never forgetting the things we did for each other. She remarried and became the step mother of 3 children and became a huge success. She thanks me every time we speak for giving her the strength to move on with her life and I smile sometimes at the thought of her in a happy family. For me, it was hard to find someone to share the passion of love making quite like I could with Natalie, but I didn’t stop trying.