Dear friends and matured woman out there. I am Stone, 30 years old, still an amateur writer and learning the secret pleasures of life.
I had to travel to Dubai for a business presentation. I booked a seat in the flight and in between two seats, hoping no one else would book next to me fearing the corona. However, a voice of a lady in mid 40s was asking me if she could take the window seat.
This mature Indian woman on the flight was plump as per worldly standards (but I say more of her to hold for her man). She was not wearing very great or heavy makeup (I would say natural). Her broad smile made me smile back.
As she sat next to the window, I for some reason did not change the middle seat to the farther corner even though it was empty. But I sat on the middle seat next to her which I had booked.
The lights turned off after the take off and we had dinner. In the dark, they say our senses our magnified. I could suddenly feel mature woman’s arms on mine due to the lack of space. It was warm and I enjoyed the soft thick arms.
I thought to try something naughty and since I have a good muscular body, I can move just the arm muscle without moving my hands. I did, almost sweating thinking she must not feel bad. I hate to go against a woman’s will. Not something I want to.
To my surprise, mature co-passenger woman adjusted her hands in such a way that it was spilling more on me. My heart was raising. Both were acting like we were sleeping. She softly moved her hands and I too flexed my muscles again. My eyes were closed and the only feeling was this wild excitement.
She woke up suddenly and tried to adjust the AC. I too acted like I too woke up and tried to help her.
She: It is too cold. How do I turn this off?
Me: It is already off, aunty.
She: Ufff, still so cold. I you don’t mind, can you move dear? Let me grab my shawl. Need to be careful not to catch a cold.
Me: Aunty, let me help you.
I got up and found her bag and she pulled out her shawl.
She: Thank you so much, dear.
Me: Oh, anytime, aunty.
We sat again.
She: Baba, this handle is poking my hip. Shall I remove it?
Me: Sure, aunty.
I helped her to push it back.
Now we were almost sitting without any barrier between us. Again, we acted like sleeping. Suddenly, she made some swift movement and the shawl fell on my thighs and stomach too. It felt nice and warm.
Now both our hands were touching close. The palms were facing back to back. I slowly moved my fingers and she too responded. My heart started beating hard again. In no time, my 7.2-inch cock was so hard.
We held hands inside the shawl. And I knew both were loving it. I felt the love of a mature woman, so soft and warm. We held hands for about 20 minutes, just feeling each other and acting like sleeping.
Suddenly, the mature aunty pulled my hand closer to her and I could feel her soft belly! Wow, what a feeling that was. My cock was throbbing and the shawl was moving.
She let my hands on her belly and placed her hands on my cock. I felt so good. It was as if my cock wanted to be caressed by a mature woman. I never get attracted to younger woman.
I slowly moved my hands to mature woman’s boobs and could feel her holding back her moaning. Finally, she made a soft moan as I used my big hands and pressed those huge soft boobs.
The mature aunty’s nipples were so erect that I could cut my fingers. I loved them and I wanted to suck them deep and wild.
I enjoy foreplays a lot. I was wearing joggers and it was easy for her to slide her hands into my underwear. We were both scared but our lust overtook us.
She held my big cock with her soft hands and whispered in my ear, “Now I feel so warm.” That gave me goosebumps.
I too whispered in her ear, “I never felt such hot boobs before” and we faced each other and shared a smooch secretly. All through the night, we kissed when no one was around. Our tongues rolled. We loved the taste of the kiss.
She: You are hard from 3 hours now! When are you going to release?
Me: For a lady like you, I can be hard the whole night.
We end up kissing again.
As morning came, we both held hands and she had her head on my shoulder. We shared a small romantic story that we both won’t forget. The mature Indian woman told me that she was never kissed this way before. And I told her that I would love to suck her from forehead to toe. She felt shy and her face turned pink and she pinched me hard.
She said that she would wait for that lucky day. She missed physical touch.
I believe every woman deserve to be happy. Every man too. Physical pleasure is a natural need for anyone. Also there is a saying, “Food eaten in secret tastes better.”
All night, we felt each other. I felt her nipples, big boobs and thighs. She felt all of me too.
In the morning, we just smiled and she said that never touched such a big dick before. I said, “Aunty, you are so beautiful.”
We exchanged our hangout address and made plans on how to chat. She hugged me tightly and said, “I missed love.” I hugged her too and we wished goodbye.
An ancient book has said, “Woman is like a choicest wine. Her beauty and parts of pleasure expands as she ages.” I truly agree that a matured woman is a queen and she is the real beauty and pleasure.
Dear all, please let me know what you think about my experience. Please don’t hesitate to give me your feedbacks and specially, if you are a matured woman, I would love to hear from you. I am waiting for that sweet matured woman to tell me what she feels about this.
My email: [email protected]
Thanks,
Stone