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My first FWB

The weather had changed. I wasn't sure that I would actually get away with it this time. The concerns were real. How would I explain being in a ditch 20 miles from where I had claimed to be going? Was it worth it? Absolutely. Fortunately I'd dodged a bullet yet again. I made my way to the door which was open, like the times before. I quietly shut the door and turned the dead bolt peeking out the side glass for neighbors. As I turned and headed towards the stairs I saw her. Dressed in a lovely matched set of red bra and panties covered by a red plaid robe with a fur collar. She looked amazing. I followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, once again greeted by the cat. Worried about the time constraint and the weather, I turned her to face the bed, gliding my hands along her body. Her skin felt smooth and soft, as I would expect because she takes good care of herself. I reached around the front of her, pressing my now bulging cock hard into her and cupped her breasts in my hands. Hearing her gasp, knowing she was getting mentally prepared for what I was about to do to her, I turned her to face me. I made short work of removing her robe, followed by the bra. As I put my mouth on her nipple she engaged, closing her eyes, enjoying my efforts. After sucking and biting her nipples, running my hands down her thighs and around to her ass, I knelt to the floor dragging the panties with me. She knew what was coming next and raised herself up onto the edge of the bed, laying back while I grasped her calves lifting her legs to my shoulders. She always jumps on the first contact, my tongue to her pussy. It's my favorite moment. I know that she will enjoy this and it makes me happy to be able to please her. She prefers an extremely light approach, not the mad dog lapping others have needed. It's all about the senses. A connection between our bodies that is not unlike electricity. Power on! I take my time licking her clit, long paths between her lips, letting my saliva mix with her own juices that are now starting to glisten inside her. I have learned what not to do, mostly by trial and error.A wrong move, sucking her clit too hard, stopping something that was bringing her to another level of arousal, means beginning again to bring her to orgasm. As she gets closer to cumming, I insert fingers or my thumb inside her, not thrusting like a substitute dick, but just to add dimension to what she's feeling. As I sense she is getting closer to cumming, I'm sliding my fingers slowly up and down between her pussy lips, feeling how deliciously wet she is getting, preparing itself for my cock to fill it's void.She cums hard, inaudible moans and erratic breathing, her body convulsing in tune with her snapping pussy. I like to get in a couple licks after she cums, she clamps her legs tightly around my hand pushing it away, trying to refocus. Now it's my turn. I easily slide my cock into the warm wet pussy. She feels so incredible! I thrust inside her slowly, in and out, glancing down at the beautiful pussy and doing my best to focus on holding my own orgasm back, but knowing it's a futile thought. I love the way her pussy feels, like it was custom made for my cock. It is warm and tight. It's so wet that friction doesn't exist there. We hold hands or I hold her forearms as I pull myself into her, avoiding going to deep, making sure I don't hurt her. I know my time is short and the thought of cumming takes me past any resemblance of stability. I come deeply inside her, opening my eyes and looking into hers. She knows. She sees. She has just given me something no one else does. I stay inside her until my cock is too limp to stay any longer. That's the sad part. Neither she or I know when we will be able to be together again, but I know...we will.

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