Hi all, when you are in your early 20s like (I am 22 to be precise), it is quite common to be attracted to MILFs, especially to the ones that live in your neighborhood, and especially the hot ones. I too here was attracted to a woman, a really beautiful woman in fact.
She is in her mid 40’s mother of two and she’s exactly as hot as you are probably thinking. The deep curves, the thick parts and the experience that comes with it – hold on, don’t cum right away, women don’t like it! The flirtatious encounter between us happened when I was 21.
The best thing about catching up with a lady in their 40s on a weekend is, it’s casual and free in all senses. She lived upstairs and I found an excuse to visit her. She was in her nighty. It’s hot in Chennai so you can bet the dress was minimal.
She opened the door and greeted me. Man, she really had a deep, seducing voice. Both her sons were at home and also even otherwise, she was a reserved woman. (Women, do you be like this? Just why?)
So there wasn’t much I could do, so I got the keys to the terrace from her and my hand brushed her hands for more than what it would take to pass the key. Of course, this didn’t mean much so I just carried on with my work and left. However, while I had to return the keys, I thought I might as well give it a shot.
I knocked on the door back in 30 minutes and this time too and like always, she invited me in. She was sweet and always has been, there’s more to her than just being a hot milf with a deep seducing voice. She was kind too. This time, I braved myself to enter the house and partly because I just wanted to flirt with her and maybe keep looking at her.
I sat right beside her. The towel around her shoulder made the scene hotter. Her boobs were loose, her ass relaxed on the sofa and just sweat on her face.
A woman just loves to be asked about their day and how they’re doing. I took this opportunity to give her the attention she always wanted. Her husband was out most of the time and even otherwise, there wasn’t much action. And how did I know this? She hinted.
One of her sons was in the room with us but he didn’t understand and we also didn’t mind. We kept talking about our flat, gardening, etc. There was a bit of naughtiness that I tried to drive in between but she really wasn’t in the mood.
She touched me on my shoulder quite a few times but she knew it was always in a good space and nothing naughty. A woman will surely agree to this, they don’t get turned on easily like men, and it takes time for them.
So today wasn’t meant to be the day. After a nice and pleasant conversation and a few angles of seeing her, I had to leave for my house. This was the longest conversation I had with her and maybe beyond this lust-ness, I thought we genuinely had a good vibe. And this was the sign of maybe there was something.
A few months passed and we had passing conversations. She would compliment me for my fitness routine and how my physique was well maintained – I am 6ft. 2 inches and I play football, so the endurance is long, if you know you know. 😉
I wondered how she didn’t look like a mother of two and someone in her 40s. I would be vocal about it and she would blush, and very soon, she would have to pick one of her sons from somewhere and I would have other plans.
All this kept happening for a while until one day, she decided to move. She moved with her family from our apartments to a place that was far from us. I was of course disappointed but also knew it wouldn’t have gone anywhere – since I had no courage to pursue it further and she was quite reluctant to open up further.
Our families were on good terms. So I had her number and also knew where she lived but it was a far-fetched shot. She wasn’t tech-savvy too, so it didn’t really seem feasible to text her. And why would one do that when you can’t hear the voice or see the seductive woman who has made you cum multiple times and whose touch is soft or whose glances and naughty yet restricted.
However, after a few months, things took a turn. I was 22 now and even more fitter. I have a job now as well. I was on the back of having a really flirt with a woman who was with her sugar daddy in the pub I had visited. Then I bumped into our female lead in a superstore. I wasn’t turned on instantly, I also didn’t want to flirt with her, I was just happy to have met her, like a friend. But, she was just horny – women I really love this when you are.
I met her at the store. She was horny but she was still the restrictive or orthodox one might call it, an Indian middle-aged woman. She was this time in a churidar.
Her skin was a bit more tanned this time around, but everything else was the same as I first time saw her.
“Are you still jogging?” the deep voice of hers would go straight through my ears, and the white teeth against the pink lip of her would make it all the more attractive. The heavy boobs of her would press against her dress and her big ass swayed when she walked. She kept twisting and turning.
She tapped on my chest once or twice when we switched corridors.
She would just tease me. She had her basket full of vegetables, but she would take me to the vegetable section again.
“I forgot something. Here tell me which one is heavier. The more, the better”, she had two cucumbers in her hands and her eyes just scanning through the store hoping no one noticed, and she wouldn’t ask loud too.
Her: What do you think of the melons here?
Me: As speechless as you would expect me to be.
Her: Okay, I think maybe we should get moving.
Did I miss my opportunity here, I was thinking about how close I got and how it was all there for the taking. But here’s one thing, as much as it takes time for a woman to get horny and when they do, it lasts longer than it is for men.
Her: Is there anything else? Did I forget something? Can you carry this, it’s a bit heavy.
Me: You’ve been carrying heavier things for years now.
Her: If you can see it, why don’t you help me lift those?
Me: The melons, right?
I got closer to her and we locked eyes. My hands touched her hands now and I smirked. I went and grabbed her grocery basket.
Me: The melons are heavy, does it mean it’s that juicer?
She was feeling awkward now. It was a supermarket and that was something we had forgotten. But she continued.
Her: You are seeing this for all this while, so you tell me?
We both started laughing, this was the most intense and horny our conversations had been. There was something so hot in reluctant and subcutaneous flirting.
Her: If you don’t have much work, why don’t you visit me?
Me: Well, sure, but won’t you have work? Like you know… you know, relaxing, yes relaxing and all.
Her: Well, none is at home and these are heavy too.
Me: If you’re alone, then wouldn’t you be making the salads?
Her: Maybe we can share it?
This was it, she had invited me over and I had to grab it now – not just the opportunity but other things too.
I will tell you what happened in the next story. Until then, share your feedback via mail to [email protected] (pseudo name, of course, I wouldn’t type “rox”). And also ladies do let me know how close I was to accurate in my assessment since this work is fiction. Yes, that’s right. The second part is more steamy – and meaty too. Until then, bye and go crazy.