Fantasies of a woman of uncertain age

You've been waiting for me for an hour, and I'm delayed because the plane didn't take off on time due to bad weather. We agreed to meet this time at a small hotel on the Mediterranean coast. But finally, the plane has landed, and after going through passport control, I walk into the arrivals hall where people are waiting, and I see You in that crowd. You, whom I've missed so much all this time, thought about, dreamed of, and here You are at last, alive, real, and warm! Then we drove to the hotel in the car, and on the way, you stroked and kissed my palms, sending pleasant shivers through me. And now, we're in our hotel room, where there's a wide bed, a sofa, some other furniture,

but that doesn't matter anymore. We're finally alone, after a long separation, an endless wait. You hug me from behind, placing your hands on my chest and kissing my neck, which sends shivers down my spine and makes me want to press closer to you.

You nibble on my earlobe and whisper to me: darling, I missed you so much, I waited so long for this meeting! Yes, darling, yes, keep going, talk, I love hearing your voice and everything you say to me. We approach the sofa, and I sit on it, you opposite me. Once we had virtual contact, and you watched me pleasure myself, and now you want to watch me first, to remember my body and ignite your fire. At your request, I spread my thighs, leaning back on the sofa, and begin to stroke the skin on the inner surface, moving higher, where there's still a strip of silk fabric. Your eyes greedily follow my actions, and I lift my legs onto the sofa, slightly spreading them. My skirt has ridden up both in front and back, but it doesn't bother me, covering the strip of my stomach.

 — Do you like it when I touch myself? — I ask.

 — I do, — you said in a strained voice, — keep going, slowly and higher.

I moved the fabric aside and pressed my finger against the swollen pearl of my clitoris, from which a soft moan escaped me. My fingers slid over the moist surface of the pink flesh until my breathing quickened. Then I spread my lips wide apart and slid two fingers inside, where it was already wet, hot, and pulsing with desire. I saw your gaze, excited and tense, but you stay in your place and ask me to continue. My fingers would sink inside, then emerge, tormenting the skin, sending waves of pleasure through me, and then you move closer to me and cover my breast with your palm. Oh, how pleasant a man's hand is, squeezing the nipple and teasing it as you wish. A new wave of pleasure rolled through me from top to bottom, washing over me with heat and getting stuck somewhere low, where it was already hot. You leaned down and began kissing my nipples in turn, lightly biting them and squeezing them with your lips.

Your hand slid down and, pushing mine aside, began to caress me, gently stroking my lips and then very slowly a finger slid inside, finding that very sensitive spot that immediately takes my breath away. You massage it until I start to arch, moan, and move my hips to meet you. How wonderful it is to be in your hands, to feel their strength and experience, and to surrender to the overwhelming feelings without limits, without holding back. But you are already very aroused yourself and want reciprocal caresses. Yes, yes, darling, now, I unbutton your trousers, and from there it sprang out, shot out, as if a spring had uncoiled! Your tense, large cock with a pulsating, trembling-from-desire head before my eyes. What a magnificent sight! I lightly kiss it with my lips, as if greeting it, and then I take the head and begin to lick its surface with my tongue. These first sensations caused a slight tremor in you, but you held back, not wanting to show how much you liked it and how much you wanted it to continue. Ah, this Man! And I take him completely and begin to move up and down, imitating your movements inside me. But in my mouth, with my wildly moving tongue, it's much more pleasurable for you! You're already moaning, holding my head with your hands, tugging at my hair, and guiding me deeper onto your cock, even deeper and harder.

 — More, more — you whisper with ragged breath.

I know how much you like it, and I do it, but you shouldn't come the first time like this! I want you inside me! I pull my head back and look at your cock. Its head is tense, shiny, with a pearly drop at the very tip—a harbinger of a nearing orgasm. We stand up simultaneously, and you lay me on the table, stomach down. Spreading my buttocks apart, you slowly enter my vagina, which is wet from the juices of desire, and holding my ass, you begin to move, first slowly but gradually accelerating the pace, watching as your cock plunges into my cave to the very bottom. My moans arouse you even more, and you begin to make sharp, strong thrusts that cloud my mind; I'm no longer thinking, surrendering to passion, I'm muttering something with my wild lips. One of my hands drops down and caresses your testicles, gently squeezing them; the other hand torments my clitoris, and then… a bright flash, my body became weightless, lifting off the surface of the table for an instant—ah, why only for an instant?—and then fell limp, crushed, lifeless…

Later, we had many such wonderful minutes, unique, full of passion and desire.

Parting from you, I thought once again that perhaps this was our last meeting; life is so unpredictable, and we can't foresee anything in advance, what will happen tomorrow or where we'll be in a month. But I will forever keep the memory of our passionate meetings with gratitude for this unexpected happiness of loving.