A Hot Afternoon with an Older Lover
The scorching afternoon felt like a dreamy, golden painting. The air was thick with the scent of sun-warmed grass and garden blooms, and the gentle hum of a fan did little to ease the heat. I stood at the door of Eva’s house — a woman in her sixties whose grace and magnetic sensuality had captivated me for a long time. The moment she opened the door, all my doubts melted away like ice in her glass.
She was dressed in a light, silky plum-colored dress that clung to her hips and emphasized the fullness of her breasts. Her softly silver hair was swept into a loose bun, and her heated gaze sent a sudden flush of heat through me.
-“Come in, darling,” - she murmured in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine.
She pushed the door open and led me inside. Her home was cozy and scented with jasmine incense, but none of those details mattered as much as her. I felt the touch of her fingers on my hand — warm yet firm — and followed her into the living room.
She sat down on a soft sofa, lifting her dress slightly to reveal a slender, tanned calf. She gazed up at me through hooded eyes and slowly ran her tongue across her lips.
-“Come closer…” - she whispered.
No need to say it twice. I walked toward her and knelt before her, feeling the charged energy between us. She cupped my face and kissed me slowly, deeply, savoring every corner of my mouth. Her tongue was practiced and passionate, and I instantly fell into a trance.
Her hands glided along my shoulders, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, her dress slipping lower and lower. I bared her smooth shoulder and began to kiss it, tracing my lips down her neck and along her collarbone, listening to her soft sighs.
-“Yes… just like that,” - she murmured, tilting her head back to let me taste her skin.
She didn’t need to give me directions. She knew her body perfectly and guided me through this intimate dance. She parted her legs, and I slipped my hands under her dress, feeling the warm softness of her skin and the delicate lace of her underwear. I lifted her slightly, running my tongue up the inside of her thigh. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her fingers tangling in my hair.
At last, I reached the place where she was hottest and most wet. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue and fingers working in rhythm with her body as I savored every trembling spasm. Her hips rose and fell against my touch, and her moans filled the room, blending with the rustle of her dress and breathless whispers:
-“Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”
When she finally shuddered violently and cried out, her hands pressed me closer as she slowly returned to reality. Her breaths were deep, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled wildly with satisfaction.
-“Now it’s my turn, darling,” - she whispered huskily, tugging me up and kissing me hungrily.
She eased me onto the sofa and straddled me, lifting her dress higher to reveal her beautiful, mature body in all its glory. As she lowered herself onto me, enveloping me in her warmth, it felt as if time had stopped. Her hips began to move in a rhythm that came to her naturally — honed by years of experience and passion.
-“I love you like this,” - she moaned, leaning down to kiss my lips and neck as her body rocked faster, deeper.
In that intimate embrace, under the heat of the summer afternoon, we lost ourselves in one another. Her liberated, fearless sensuality made that afternoon an unforgettable experience — a lesson in pleasure that I would never forget.