The Soccer Mom in the MinivanAt work some called Melissa the “pajama lady” — she always wore really funky leggings and baggy t-shirts — but I loved that she popped her gum and pissed off my boss. She would always smile or wink after doing so, which even 20 years ago and looking for any sign a woman was DTF, I just took as being friendly even though I wondered about her under her “pajamas”.After all, in my office, there were women who seemed to just like attention: The hot married woman a few years older than me who got cold feet after inviting me over for dinner while her husband was out of town; the feisty older woman 20 years my senior whose tits were always available except her nipples wouldn’t go home with me but always made out with me at our cars after a few cocktails at work functions; the busty silver fox who always went out of her way to say hello, smiled at me while I ogled her chest and left for another job abruptly without leaving me so much as her email. So I wondered which of these Melissa, 15 years my senior, was and never made my move.Thankfully, Melissa was in a failing marriage and now becoming super friendly towards me. One evening, she pulled up a chair next to my desk — a lot of curious stares came our way — and talked for 45 minutes. Then we walked out to our cars and talked for another two hours about life, work, and my need to get out of the relationship I was in with a 30-year-old virgin who gave terrible, terrible blow jobs, before suggesting we exchange emails.It was only a 10-minute ride home and another 10 minutes after petting the dog then grabbing a water and a snack, but once I logged on to AOL and checked my e-mail … well Melissa didn’t lack for subtlety.”You’re a great listener! Tonight was really fun! And I noticed you have a big, thick tongue, which I’d love for you to … oh nevermind …”The next day, Melissa looked more made up than usual. She was about 5-3, 34B cup, with thick legs and an ass highlighted by her skin-tight leggings. She was no gym bunny and looked middle-aged, but everything about her made my crotch feel like it was struck by lighting. Melissa wore a bit of rouge, a touch of light-red lipstick and, for the first time since I met her, a spritz of perfume. Instead of her usual baggy t-shirt, she wore a deep v-neck.As someone who only fucked once before his 21st birthday, this made my head spin. Perhaps it just felt that way because all of my blood flowed into my throbbing cock and the boulders below them. I noticed she watched me all day as I typed and would ask what else I could do with my fingers.Finally, we bumped into each other in the hallway and Melissa asked me if she could take me for a cocktail after work. I hesitated because I needed to end things with the 30-year-old virgin first.”Besides, you’re only asking me because you like my fat tongue,” I said with a sly smile.Just as I finished that last syllable, Melissa leaned over and, using only the tip of her tongue I would get to know intimately, outlined my lips in such a way that my cock created an undeniable bulge in my jeans and each of my balls now felt like anvils. I wanted to take her into a conference room right then and there since this was building so much sexual tension that I wondered if I should go to see my doctor.”Well, let me know if you change your mind,” she said before stroking my arm and her stare lingered downward. She moaned lightly before she walked away and wondered if I could get back to my desk without anyone noticing my crotch sticking out like a sandwich board.I couldn’t stop thinking of Melissa and that talented tongue of hers. All I wanted was to put her on my lap, stick my tongue casino siteleri down her throat and fuck until we got each other slick with sweat and felt each others juices flood down cock and balls into my ass crack.Later that night, I told her about a friend’s party that Friday, two days away, and my plan to end things with the 30-year-old virgin. She kept staring at me with hungry eyes, waiting for me to pounce. Mission accomplished: As she leaned on a cafeteria table, I grabbed her by the small of her back and shared a ferociously passionate kiss that left us rubbing our crotches against each other.”Are you going to be around this weekend so we can continue this?” I said through halted breath, running my fingertips over the nipples pressing against her shirt while my lungs started to burn.”I am going out of town with my k**s, but how about Monday after work? And where?””We’ll talk about this Monday.” And with that, I gave her a long lingering peck and licked her lips, looked her up and down to take a mental picture and left the cafeteria.That was a really long weekend — the breakup was my easiest, especially since she annoyed my mother and my c***dhood friends to the point that I started openly flirting with other women — but seeing Melissa on Monday would open a fresh chapter with a sexy older woman.And when I saw her that Monday, all of my blood rushed below. I hid behind a beam when talking to her and she whispered to me: “So where are we going?””How about Nash Park East, near …”She said yes before I even finished. Great minds thought alike. My boss wanted to shoot the shit as I was leaving, but I told him I had an appointment and hurriedly (but not too hurriedly) walked out so I could see Melissa. When I got to Nash Park East, I pulled right up behind her white minivan and walked over to the passenger side.”Come here often baby?” I asked.Melissa unlocked the door right away and I climbed into the middle row. She turned around and told me there was more room in the back and was right. My ass barely touched the seat when she straddled my lap and started grinding into me. We started making out and necking like teenagers and my hand went right under her shirt to remove her bra. When I saw there wasn’t one, I just removed her shirt.Melissa’s nipples were, even after 3 k**s, still a bit smaller than a silver dollar. Zealously I tried to suck both nipples at the same time, then settled into alternating between both while giving her taut ass cheeks a firm squeeze.”God this feels so good!” she purred. Then she ran my hands under the sleeves of my t shirts and squeezed my shoulders before biting my ear lobe and licking my neck’s g-spot. I gasped and moved forward so she could play with more of my chest and arms. Our rhythm was unlike anything I could have fathomed — her hands were under my shirt and starting to free me from my shirt as I leaned into her. We were now both topless, our nipples rubbing together while our crotches were wet and aflame.After a deeply passionate kiss — Melissa had the best mouth of anyone I’ve been with before or since — she slid down my chest and tried, successfully, to open my shorts with her teeth.”I’ve wanted you in my mouth since we were in the hallway. I was hoping I’d have sucked this a few times already baby,” Melissa cooed.”Something tells me this will be the first of many,” I said, our locked in a lustful staredown before she undid my zipper and pulled my shorts and underwear down.Like I said, Melissa was not subtle! She let her velvety tongue dance along my balls, which made me feel some more precum leak, before offering a really sensual lick all the way up to the head. After casino şirketleri exploring my slit to suck out the precum, she took me deep in her mouth and moaned really loudly.Holy fuck! I had a snowball’s chance in hell of lasting 5 minutes with her. Hopefully she would be happy with some fucking afterward. Because the way she worked my cock, I disappeared into another world. I gripped her strong, sunspotted shoulders — one of my weaknesses on a woman and part of why I first noticed her — and complimented everything about her as balls tingled. I could feel the cum on an express train from my depths.”Oh my God!” I yelled. Melissa knew. Her hands gently rubbed my balls as I felt myself start to explode. Multiple blasts of my cream coated her throat and digestive tract in no time, though she saved enough to show me once I finished convulsing. When she stuck her tongue out and told me, “That was a pleasant surprise!” I fell on top of her on the van floor and pulled her close to me in a kiss that made me feel like I was going to melt. I stroked her cheek while she ran both hands along my bald head.”Hopefully this isn’t going to be a one-time thing,” Melissa said, shyly.”I was hoping this wouldn’t be a one-time thing tonight, let alone the future,” I offered with a wink, a smile and a soft peck on her thin but beckoning lips.”Not tonight with that — I’m finishing my period.”By this time I was almost fully recovered and wanted to penetrate her other set of lips. “No blankets or towels?”Her eyes lit up, but she frowned a bit. “Can you wait until Wednesday? I’ll have at least 3 hours.”We just laid there for a bit, kissed, groped and talked about where to meet Wednesday — Nash Park East became our place for the next 6 months, right in front of a green ranch house and across from the entrance to the baseball field — and she told me to meet her at 9 p.m. and she’d lead the way. I didn’t touch myself until then.Wednesday crawled until 9 p.m., but I pulled up behind her again and hoped that I’d be behind her in seconds. When I got in, her pants were already around down to her knees and her clit was rubbing against her steering wheel. As I started towards the back, she said she knew someplace even more remote where she wanted to fuck me.We pulled behind an abandoned factory. As soon as she put the van in park, we both started disrobing as we went to the back. Our lips and open mouths found each other instantly as her hands went to each others crotches. I teased her clit and immediately stuck two fingers inside of her, while she stroked my cock furiously. It was impossible for me to get any harder and I asked if she wanted to put the condom on me.”Nope, you’re going to cum in me everytime we do this lover,” Melissa said before moving down and teasing my nipples with her tongue. I pushed her back on the reclined back seat, licked from her taint to her opening to her clit and all the way up to her lips before shoving my throbbing 7-inch cock inside of her.”This is even better than when I used a toy the other night trying to picture this. I want you deeper inside of me.”She held her ankles as I pumped deeper and deeper into her. Her moans, loud at first, kept getting louder and drowned out the sloshing sounds of my dick plunging inside her wet, tight treasure. I reached down and put some of her juices on her right nipple and sucked it furiously as she was yelling out her approval.”Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m never going to stop fucking you!””Wanna taste?”I presented my fingers like a wishbone — she took one deep in her mouth, I took the other and we continued to fuck in a torrid rhythm. I felt really connected to her beyond how canlı casino siteleri much we melted together and our actions complemented each other. “I want your cum!” Melissa urged me, digging her blue fingernails into my ass.”I want to feel you cum on my cock!” I replied, picking up my pace as she smacked both of my ass cheeks.This isn’t one of those stories where we came at the same time, which doesn’t happen all that often from my experiences. But this was a chain reaction: She bucked and announced, seemingly for the tri-state area, that she was going to cum. I felt a flooding sensation come down my cock and coat my balls and tried to just ride through that.But resistance was futile. I felt my balls rise up and an enormous blast of cum leak out of me. “Holy fuck can you cum!” Melissa said breathlessly, her eyes closed and her hands roaming my backside. I pumped a few more smaller bursts into her before leaning onto her chest and kissing her lips.”Don’t pull out of me. This is so nice,” Melissa said, wearing a contented smile and a look of appreciation. We kissed gently as our juices intertwined. Her van smelled like an a****l’s cage, but nothing else in the world mattered. It was so amazing and so intense we only fucked that one time. She snuggled into me and asked me more about myself. I did the same. I tried not to think too much about if this was becoming a relationship or just a good friendship with a world-class benefits package. I pulled her head into my chest and enveloped her soft, sweaty body into my arms.For another six months, Melissa and I met at least 2 nights a week and usually 3. She taught me how to eat pussy and make a woman lose her mind — I made a couple blackout — how to mix up my pacing, how to become comfortable with someone after fucking (sometimes made love, as much as you can in a van) and made me realize I was a bit of a voyeur one night after we opened the windows and had people watching and applauding our passion. And there was that one night we had 90 minutes when she blew me once and we ended up fucking twice. We fell asleep together for a bit, but I needed to go since I had a meeting 90 minutes away the next day and needed to wake up in less than six hours. Much as I wanted to make another deposit and have her squirt all over my cock.There was more mutual oral sex, more fucking and more tender moments than I could count and all were some level of wonderful. Until it was conflicting. Her being married made me pause and take a week away before the end. We both said we loved each other multiple times and no doubt meant it, but I felt like I was compartmentalizing more than I was enjoying. After I finger-fucked her as she stood against a van following a visit to our favorite bar, I noticed a conflicted look on her face and that there wasn’t much electricity between us anymore.The next day, Melissa looked really good and my cock stood at attention.I suggested we go to a conference room — I’d make it all about her.She gave me one of those “we need to talk” looks and squeezed my arm. My vacillating made her decide we should only be friends, much as she cared about me. Well, until she decided she didn’t want that; she was moving to Florida near Disney and told me, unlike other coworkers, I wasn’t someone she would ask to visit. When work threw her a going-away party, I heard through back-channels she asked for me not to be invited — the only person in the office not included. A few colleagues boycotting to meet me for a few beers offered a shred of solace; turns out my escapades with Melissa became an open secret around the office.Melissa reached out to me a year after she left and acted like things were OK, but there was no rewind button that could ever take me back to the times we had. No reason to be bitter, though. It turned me on to sex with married/separated older women, which is the best I’ve enjoyed, and made me the lover I am today.