She was my age, mature and lovely. Clearly she had used the resources of her husband to keep herself looking beautiful, her face adorned with subtle m...keups, her mascara thick, making her dark eyes more exotic. Her large breasts swelled as she sucked in a deep breath.Basira, a decade or more younger than me clasped slender fingers, adorned with jeweled rings, over her mouth. Her eyes were so wide, her dusky cheeks going dark with a blush. Her slender, almost girlish, frame trembled beneath her. We collected our rainproof walking gear and I drove us to a picturesque village in a forest a few miles away. From there, we could take a riverside walk to the coast. It was a long but easy walk that was well known to us. For the first couple of miles, we walked in silence in sunshine. Then clouds appeared again and it was clear that a shower was coming.As the first drops of rain appeared, we put up our hoods and pressed on. However, very quickly the heavens opened and the rain came. ” Kent reading the conversation as I continued to blow him. Kent stood up, pulled me up to my feet and traded spots with me, bending me over the bed, my ass facing him. I felt his cock and fingers slide up and down my slit getting lubed up in both our juices. “Oh fuck, Kent. Do you have a condom?” I asked. “I’m not on the pill right now.” Before Kent answered he thrust quickly and suddenly deep into my pussy. I moaned in pleasure as I felt him stretching me out. He began thrusting in and out of. It was awkward moments until I leaned down and kissed her. She seemed very responsive and things were heating up well when suddenly she pushed me away, and said, ‘I had a lovely evening, thank you very much.’ Like a whisper of fog she opened the door and was gone, leaving me standing there with my whatever hanging out. I thought about her all the way home, and again in the morning as I showered. I couldn’t help it — later that day I called her. Her voice was light and pleasant as if nothing it.