My First Time with the Mayor’s Sultry Sister
The town hall door clicked shut. Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Alone with her. The mayor’s sister, 45, blonde waves pulled back, simple skirt hugging her hips. That perfume hit me hard, intoxicating. She’d called me over to ‘sort books.’ Bullshit. We both knew.
Thursday nights at the library had built this fire. First time I saw her, filling out that white blouse, legs climbing the stool in her tight skirt. I dropped a book on purpose, peeked up—garters, smooth thigh flesh. My face burned. Next day, bumped into her tits while shelving. She smirked, ‘Naughty boy taking every chance.’ Then my hand on her calf, sliding up, under skirt, brushing bare ass cheek. She didn’t stop me. Thighs clenched, but eyes sparkled promise. That night, her soft kiss on my lips, hand on my cheek. Then the call.
The Approach
Mom raised an eyebrow at my rush out the door. Fear twisted with lust. What if she changed her mind? What if someone walked in? No turning back now. Desire throbbed in my pants, cock straining. Steps echoed in empty halls. She waited, elegant, simple shirt over those full breasts. Smile lit her face. My pulse raced. Innocence cracking.
She lunged, arms around my neck. Tongue invaded my mouth, wild, sucking mine, dancing frantic. Breathless, she gasped, ‘Saw your hunger, those thigh caresses. Hubby’s gone a month, vanilla missionary Sundays. At 45, I crave more. Your youth… share it.’ Hands under her shirt, unhooked bra. Heavy tits spilled into palms, nipples hardening. She dropped skirt—garters, wide silk panties. Gripped my cock through pants, ‘So hard, naughty boy.’ Stripped her shirt, my clothes. Naked but for lingerie, erotic as fuck.
Pushed panties down. Bushy pussy, real brunette under blonde dye. Fingers dove in, wet heat, clit pulsing. She moaned, bit my ear. Tumbled to the function room bed, sheets ready—planned. Head to toe, 69 frenzy. Tongue lashed her folds, lapping juices. She swallowed my dick, swirling expert. Fingers teased her ass, puckering inviting. She came hard, flooding my face. Titillated my hole back.
The Instant
Growls filled the air. She flipped to doggy, tits swinging. ‘Take me.’ Slid in, pussy gripping tight. Thrusts built, her hips dictating. Grabbed those swaying breasts. Rolled her on top, rode wild, clit under my thumb. She screamed orgasm, neighbors be damned. Held back, then pounded soft, deep. Exploded inside, sucking nipples.
Sweaty, tangled. Long kiss like old lovers. Limbs entwined, hands caressing. Post-fuck glow pure bliss. Quick piss in the dry tub, golden streams mixing, mouths locked again. Complicit joy.
We met often. Country inns, highway rest stops—fucked frantic in cars. Eight months of fire. Then hubby called her abroad. Last fuck tear-soaked. Failed uni that year. Worth every memory. Innocence gone, manhood born.
