The dimly lit atmosphere of The Tasty Tavern welcomed patrons seeking solace in the warmth of good company and stronger drinks. It was a typical Friday night, with the cozy pub buzzing with lively conversations and the clinking of glasses. Among the crowd, two figures stood out, their paths about to intertwine in a night of passion and unexpected desires.
Meredith, a mature beauty with a playful spark in her eyes, sat at the bar, her short blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her B-cup breasts hinted at her femininity, and her blue eyes held a mischievous glint that caught the attention of many. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and tonight, she sought a thrilling adventure.
Across the room, Mitchell, a tall and handsome man with a hint of mischief in his brown eyes, leaned casually against the wall. His broad shoulders and lean physique exuded confidence, and his gaze swept the room, searching for a worthy companion. At 47, he was a seasoned surgeon, accustomed to getting what he desired, especially when it came to physical pleasures.
As fate would have it, their eyes met from across the room, and an instant connection sparked. Meredith’s heart fluttered as she felt a rush of excitement, and Mitchell’s breath caught in his throat, recognizing the raw desire in her gaze.
Intrigued, Mitchell made his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving Meredith’s captivating figure. He exuded a certain charm, and his confident stride drew the attention of several women along the way. But his focus remained solely on the blonde beauty at the bar.
“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted Meredith, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “May I join you?”
Meredith smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course, stranger. I was just thinking I needed some company.”
He slid onto the barstool next to her, their thighs brushing against each other, igniting a spark of electricity. The bartender, sensing the tension, quickly approached, offering drinks.
“What’s your poison?” Mitchell asked, his voice low and seductive.
“Surprise me,” Meredith replied, her eyes never leaving his.
He ordered a couple of cocktails, and as they waited, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about their lives, their passions, and their desires, each word drawing them closer together.
“So, Meredith, what brings a stunning woman like you to a place like this?” Mitchell inquired, his eyes never wavering from her face.
She laughed, a musical sound that filled the space between them. “Oh, I’m just here to unwind after a long week. And you?”
“I could say the same, but I have a feeling there’s more to it,” he said, leaning closer, his breath warm on her neck. “I sense a woman with a taste for adventure.”
Meredith’s cheeks flushed, and she took a sip of her drink, the sweet liquid sliding down her throat. “You could say that. I enjoy the thrill of the unknown, especially when it comes to men.”
Mitchell’s eyes darkened with desire. “I like a woman who knows what she wants. And I have a feeling you’re not one to shy away from pleasure.”
As the conversation grew more intimate, their bodies seemed to move closer together, their hands occasionally brushing against each other, sending sparks of anticipation through their veins.
“Tell me, Meredith, what are your fantasies?” Mitchell asked, his voice husky with desire. “What turns you on?”
Meredith’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Oh, I have my fair share of fantasies. But I’d love to hear yours first. What gets your blood pumping?”
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I have a particular fetish, one that I think you might enjoy.” His warm breath sent goosebumps along her skin. “I love the idea of a cream pie, the feeling of being filled, and then having it licked clean.”
Meredith’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his words. She had never indulged in such a fantasy, but the thought of it sent a rush of excitement through her veins. “Go on,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with anticipation.
“Imagine this,” Mitchell continued, his hand reaching for hers, his touch sending electric currents through her body. “I’m inside you, filling you with my essence, and then, I use my tongue to explore every inch of your sweet pussy, licking and savoring my own cum.”
As he spoke, his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of her dress, sending a wave of desire through her. Meredith’s breath quickened, and she leaned into his touch, her body yearning for more.
“I want to taste you, Meredith,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “I want to feel you tremble as I lick and suck every drop of my cum from your beautiful pussy.”
Meredith’s heart raced, her body on fire with desire. She had never been so turned on by mere words, but Mitchell’s voice, his touch, and his intense gaze had her craving his touch.
“Show me,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his. “Take me somewhere private, and let’s make this fantasy come true.”
Mitchell’s eyes lit up with triumph, and he stood, pulling her up by the hand. “I know just the place,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
They made their way through the crowded tavern, their bodies brushing against each other with every step, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Mitchell led her to a secluded booth in the back, hidden from prying eyes.
The booth was dimly lit, the flickering candle on the table casting a sensual glow. As they sat across from each other, the tension between them was palpable.
“I want to taste you, Meredith,” Mitchell repeated, his voice thick with desire. “But first, I want to see you. Show me what I’m about to enjoy.”
Meredith’s cheeks flushed with excitement, and she slowly stood, her eyes never leaving his. With deliberate movements, she began to unbutton her dress, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. The dress slid off her shoulders, exposing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts.
Mitchell’s breath quickened, his eyes devouring her every move. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She smiled, a sultry expression that promised pleasure, and continued her slow, seductive dance. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her firm, pert breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and she cupped them, offering a tantalizing view.
“Come here,” Mitchell urged, his voice strained. He reached for her, pulling her onto his lap, their bodies pressed together, skin on skin.
Meredith straddled him, her hands on his shoulders, her legs on either side of his thighs. She could feel his hardness against her core, and she rocked her hips, teasing him.
“You’re torturing me,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his, their tongues meeting in a passionate kiss. Their mouths devoured each other, their tongues dancing, tasting and exploring.
As their kiss deepened, Mitchell’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a moan from her throat.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered against her lips, his hands sliding down her back, cupping her firm ass.
Meredith ground herself against him, her pussy already wet and aching. “I want you inside me,” she breathed, her voice husky with need.
With a swift motion, Mitchell stood, lifting her in his arms, and carried her to the nearby couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes devouring her naked form.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his hands caressing her thighs, spreading them apart.
Meredith’s heart pounded as she watched him kneel between her legs, his eyes fixed on her glistening pussy. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his tongue tracing her folds, teasing her clit.
His tongue flicked and swirled, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He licked and sucked, his mouth devouring her, his fingers sliding inside her, stretching and filling her.
“Oh, Mitchell,” she moaned, her hips arching off the couch, her hands gripping the cushions. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter against her sensitive flesh sending her closer to the edge. “I’m just getting started.”
His tongue delved deeper, his fingers working in perfect harmony, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body trembled, her moans filling the room as he brought her to the precipice of orgasm, only to pull back and tease her some more.
“Please,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. “I need to come.”
“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her clit. “I want to feel you explode around my fingers.”
He plunged his fingers deep inside her, curling them, hitting all the right spots. His thumb circled her clit, sending her over the edge, and she cried out, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
As her tremors subsided, Mitchell smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my dear. Now, it’s time for the main event.”
He stood, shedding his clothes, revealing his muscular body and thick, erect cock. Meredith’s eyes widened at the sight, her pussy throbbing in anticipation.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her wetness. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands reaching for him, pulling him closer.
With one smooth thrust, he filled her, his length stretching her, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, rhythmic pace.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving. “You feel incredible.”
Mitchell’s eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being inside her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. “You’re so tight, so wet. I could fuck you forever.”
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her with each stroke. Meredith’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body rising to meet his every thrust.
“I’m close,” he growled, his voice strained. “I want to fill you, Meredith. I want to feel my cum inside you.”
His words sent a rush of excitement through her, and she tightened her muscles around him, milking him, urging him on. “Yes, Mitchell, give it to me. Fill me with your cum.”
With a primal grunt, he unleashed his load, his hot seed filling her, his body trembling as he emptied himself into her willing body.
As their breathing slowed, Mitchell withdrew, his eyes never leaving hers. “Now, it’s time for the best part.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his tongue ready to explore. “I’m going to lick every drop of my cum from your sweet pussy.”
Meredith’s body quivered in anticipation as he lowered his head, his tongue flicking and lapping at her sensitive flesh. He savored his own essence, mixed with her natural juices, his tongue delving deep, his fingers spreading her open for his pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hands in his hair, urging him on. “That feels incredible.”
Mitchell’s tongue worked its magic, his lips sucking and kissing her swollen folds, his fingers stroking her clit, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm.
“I’m going to make you come again, Meredith,” he promised, his voice muffled against her. “I want to taste your pleasure.”
His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, her juices flowing freely. Mitchell lapped at her, devouring every drop, his tongue never slowing until she lay spent and satisfied.
As they lay entangled on the couch, their bodies glistening with sweat and passion, Meredith smiled, her eyes sparkling. “That was… incredible.”
Mitchell grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “It’s just the beginning, my dear. I have a feeling our night is far from over.”
The first chapter of their erotic encounter had just begun, and the anticipation of what was to come left them both breathless and eager for more…