Last year I flirted on a dating site with a woman in her forties (like me). A memory college teacher.We quickly discovered through the messages that we shared the same fantasy: making love to a stranger.For weeks we languidly set up our project, never seeing or talking to each other in any way. Of course we sent each other a few seductive pictures from time to time, but we respected the imposed anonymity relatively well.One summer evening everything was ready: Madame had made the trip and stayed at a hotel in Besançon (she did not live in the region). She had left me her room number, the door of which was to remain ajar at exactly 7 p.m.I let you imagine the tension in front of this door.Only one instruction: enter and kiss passionately without saying a word.I walked in. She was sitting in sheer lingerie (vintage garter belt ...) on a small chair at the corner of the bedroom. A tall enough woman, quite skinny and really attractive. When I entered she got up. I felt her a little nervous (and me too!) But as agreed we got closer and I kissed her, pinning her against the wall. She was getting feverish, I could hear her already out of breath. Her hands sought to undress me while I, luckier, had only to slide my fingers to feel her hard breasts or her wet pussy.She finally took off my pants and since she was on her knees began to suck me.Very talented in the exercise, I decided to take up the challenge and put her unceremoniously on the bed to lick her greedily. other caresses with the fingers. We had decided that it would be submitted. I was in a relationship at the time and I didn't want to go home wi ...

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