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Sweet Lady

By: draco_29



Hello everybody, this is the first time I'm writing a story, I've been reading stories from this site for some time now and I decided that maybe I could contribute, so here it goes.

Ever since I have sexual feelings I had them towards a beautiful girl, she's my mother's friend and she is 9 years older then me. I have been dreaming of having her for a long time but only recently this happened. She is 38 years but she doesn't look like it, she looks younger then me for that matter. She is 1,65m height, black hair and now she's got it cut really short, you can see her beautiful neck. 

Well, this happened on a Sunday afternoon, there was me, my brother and his family, her and daughter. In a moment we were left alone in the living room and we were talking about her work and how it went, I was sitting in one couch and she was in another one, she was wearing red pants and a light brown blouse and some sandals. As we were talking I was admiring her, and I could just see how beautiful she was, at one moment she took off her sandals and started rubbing her feet together and I couldn't help noticing and wanting to touch them, I wanted to rub them and she noticed me looking and she just gave me a little smile.

After a little more of talking we got up and we started walking towards the kitchen where the others were. On the way we were still talking and she turns to me and slowly walks, then she walks to the bathroom but still talking to me, I looked at her and she was inside and still talking to me, I just walked slowly in as we kept talking and I reached behind and closed the door and lock it. As soon as I did this she stopped talking and just stayed there with her back against the sink and looking at me, I approached her and without taking my eyes from hers I stepped very close.

She slowly reached with her hands behind my head and pulled me to her, our lips locked in a very sensuous kiss, first a soft kiss becoming a hot kiss, our tongues fighting with one another and our breathing getting heavier and heavier. My hands slowly started roaming her body, first I lowed them on the sides of her body feeling her shape with my fingers and then I just reach behind her and had each hand on each of her ass cheeks, I pulled her against my body and she could feel how hard she got me, we are panting and still kissing. We broke our kiss and I whispered in her hear 

"I want a little taste of you."

And with that I lowered myself down to my knees without giving her any time to reply, I started unbuttoning her pants and she says

"wait, what about the others." 

And I look at her with a big teasing grin and just say 

"they can watch if they want."

But I had locked the door so there was no problem of that happening. With that said I pulled her pants down and with them came her panties, her pussy was shaved just the way I wanted, just the way I like it and I just dug my face into her, she gave a gasp and holed my head, I could feel how wet she was and took my tongue as far inside her as I could tasting all the juices she had for me. As I looked up to her face I saw her with her eyes closed and mouth opened and I just stopped liking her and keep my mouth on her pussy but I wasn't moving. For a few seconds I felt her hands on my head pulling me to her and wanting me to move but I just refused, then she opened her eyes and looked at me, as soon as she did this my tongue reached for her hard clit and I started liking all around, she let out a long moan and closed her eyes shut hard, she was enjoying the moment and I liked it, I love to feel how much pleasure I'm giving to a women and I keep my lips surrounding her hard clit, me sucking it hard into my mouth and then slowly releasing it and my tongue always playing with it, sometimes pushing it out of my mouth, sometimes just circling it. As I felt her getting closer to her orgasm I reached with one of my hands and inserted two fingers in her hot, wet pussy, she was so wet that her juices kept on streaming down my hand and harm, she was gasping for air and moaning loud, then she clenched her legs together trapping my hand between them and she just grabbed my head hard against her and she just came hard, I kept on sucking as good as I could with her closed legs and moving my fingers inside her, just wiggling them since I couldn't take them out and she just kept like this for some time and then just collapsed to the floor. She was now on her knees and I leaned to her and we kissed a soft and gentle kiss, she just whispered 

"That was wonderful." 

And I just said 

"anytime, anywhere you want it.".

With that she seemed to have forgotten were we where and she started touching my hard on and I said 

"we don't have the time now."

And she looked at me and then she remembered where we were and she got up and pulled her pants up and she just put her hand around my cock and said 

"I want so much to have it in me."

Showing me those lips in a pout. I look at her and say

"we can arrange that, but for now we have to go.". 

So we got fixed up and carefully got out of the bathroom and got back to the couches. We started talking and this time we were sitting on the same couch and I whispered in her hear 

"I'm going to enjoy making you feel my hard cock inside you." 

She just looked at me and say 

"you are a teaser, aren't you?." 

And I just look at her with a face of amazement and say 

"me????.".

The truth is I just love to tease and she knew it and found other ways I was able to tease her.

I hope you enjoy my story and I would like to know what you thought about it please. Thank you for all the comments and critics.

Sweet Lass



I flew into the small airport to surprise her. After all the time we had known each other, I had never visited her homeland. She had of course told me about the beauty of her country land, regaled me with her countries rich history and sent me pictures of places she had visited just to share a part of herself with me. I had not told her that I was coming to Scotland because I knew how excited she'd be. I made arrangements for two train tickets from her town to another up in the whiskey distilleries at a lovely bed and breakfast for the both of us. When the plane had landed I gathered up my bags from the baggage claim before clearing customs and then heading out to hail a cab.

I took in the sites as the cab made its way to her home. I kept thinking to myself how truly beautiful this country is and that she described it so perfectly. I had the cab drive past her home so I knew which one it was and then pull over at a little pub a few kilometers away letting me out with my bags. I walked into the pub and searched for a phone and located one near the bar. I walked over to the phone and reached into my pocket for her phone number and removed it. I looked it over and thought about what I would say to her when she answered the phone. A smile came to my lips when I thought of her sweet shrieks of joy at my call, then her shrieks and screams to hear I was so close to her. I imagined her coming to the pub that I would take her into my arms and pull her close, then kiss her deeply.

I had to shake the image of her in my arms and the soft touch of her lips against mine when someone called out asking me if I needed anything. I looked over to the older man standing behind the bar with a curious grin on his face and told him that I didn't, I was just thinking. He nodded his head and mumbled something about my being an American. From the look he gave me, it wasn't anything bad, I had heard that many thought an American accent was fun to listen to, just as us Americans think a Scottish accent is in return. I picked up the phone and put money into the slot at the top and punched in the digits for her phone number. I listened to the distinct European rings, hoping that I would catch her after her bath so that I wouldn't have to wait very long before seeing her.

On the 4th ring a soft and very familiar voice answered and I melted as I heard her ask again hello. I composed myself and said the words I knew she would know only belonged to me, "my dear one, good morning". I could hear her excitement with every question and response to my calling her. I had to ask her to take a breath before she passed out from lack of oxygen; her warm and loving laugh filled my heart with desire. As she took a breath and before she could say anything else, I asked her if she knew a little pub not far from her home. I could hear her hesitation at my question of a pub, so I told her that I had a surprise delivered there for her.

A surprise, that peaked her curiosity and set her onto a new barrage of questions which I kept dodging playfully saying that if she didn't get dressed and go to the pub, she'd not get her surprise. "You horror", her favorite words to me when she didn't get her way. I knew they were always said with love. I told her that I'd talk to her later on, but she needed to get to the pub soon to get her surprise, so with disappointment that I was cutting off our phone conversation, she hung up. I sat at the bar and asked the older man behind the bar for a glass of water. He smiled at me as he got the glass of water I asked him for and sat it down before me on the counter.

He asked what a Yank would be doing here, and I responded that I was setting up a surprise for a friend. The older man mentioned that they didn't get many Yanks in this area so if I wanted anything other than water, it was on the house. I smiled and thanked him but that I had had a long flight and would have to postpone any stronger spirits than water until the jet lag had worn off or I'd be out before I could give my surprise. He laughed loudly and agreed that would be a wise idea. I guess I didn't have to tell him what she meant to me or that I was the surprise.

I settled back and figured it would take her about half an hour to a full hour to arrive. I returned to my daydreams of what I would say to her when she walked in the door and saw me waiting for her. Her long dark hair flowing down her back, those soft loving dark eyes gazing into my eyes, and that sweet Scottish lass voice that could melt the heart of Michelangelo's sculpture, David. Just imagining her before sent my heart racing. To hold her in my arms and feel her body pressed against me, I sigh deeply knowing that soon she'll be here and I'll have to imagine no longer.