In the flat opposite to ours stayed women in her late 40s.Well coming to how we look and make you relate to it. I was 18, 5’8″, athletic, with a 7...�� dick. She was a bomb for her age. Her face looked a bit old. I’d say any man would love to fuck her. She’d turn you on the moment you see her. I had massive sexual thoughts and fantasies for her building in.She stayed alone. Lost her husband at a very young age. She ran a furniture shop in town. Had a son who stayed abroad.The story started in. She was standing in the window that led to the balcony. She was clothed only in her red knee boots, thong and her long blonde hair. Without turning around she told me to lie face down on the bed and put my hands behind me. The last thing I wanted to do was spoil this moment, so I did as she told me to do, though I wanted to do so much more than just lie on the bed as she stood there looking so perfect. She took what looked like a belt, only with buckles on each end and fastened them around. I had forgot all about this bloke as the steam was very thick and I could hardly see Tara whom was sat next to me never mind anyone else. With the air filled with a menthol smell I turned to Tara and asked where her mum was. I heard Tara shuffle and as she spoke her face was right next to mine which startled me. “she’s not coming today as she is not well”. “I thought you pair only come together” sniggering “ I mean to the gym”. “We do but today I need to let off some tension” she said shuffling. I was as immersed in the pleasure of giving to this lusting body as Stella was in the receiving of every sensation that was coursing through her! Her fingers tensed in my hair, nails gouged into me as she pulled me into her; her body arched up and down, to and fro until she arched forward one more time, frozen in the invading force that was screaming through her loins... Sensations from every corner of her beautiful being; sensations all centralizing in the love of her loins, her pussy, her.