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Caught my landlady peeking at me in the shower andThis is the first of a few stories that happened when I lived with Silvia between 2006 and 2009. I have been reading stories on this site for a while and I’d been thinking about some of my own experiences. So recently decided I’d share some of my own stories too. I’m 31 happily married but I have always been fascinated by voyeurism and I am also a bit of an exhibitionist, so there are a few occurrences to tell.I am a Colombian living in London; I first came to the UK in 2006 to study English, I had been working for a year after leaving University and really wanted to go and experience living abroad. So I enrolled in a language school through an agency back home and had 4 weeks of accommodation paid in a homestay. They advised me to get only a few weeks, as it would be better to check the place first and see if liked it before committing to stay for longer. The house that I choose was very convenient as it offered a bit of independence (a loft conversion with a private bathroom). The house was a bit far from my school but the house seemed pretty big and there were good reviews by previous students and the best thing was that there were only 3 people living in the house. A woman in her early 50s (half Scottish and half Argentinian who spoke perfect Spanish), her daughter who was about 21, was only there during her University breaks and on the occasional weekend. There was another tenant, a Welsh guy who worked in London but used to travel to Wales to see his family over the weekends. The landlady (was divorced) and had been really friendly over email and we had even exchanged a few calls before I arrived – you cannot find a better place as a student.I came in October and remember the weather to be quite cold (specially for someone coming from South America), so the first few days were spent mainly indoors or in double-decker buses, which are great to get to know London. I loved the house straight away and realised that I would stay for as long as I could. My landlady was a bit reserved at first but she was, as friendly as I imagined her to be, with a bit of the South American warmth. Although very British in her traditions she made me feel very welcomed and I fitted from day one. Her daughter was really shy and I had trouble understanding her, I was more used to the American pronunciation and she had a stronger accent… luckily she was studying law in Bristol a rarely came to the house. I hardly ever spoke to the other tenant, so my landlady was the person I used to talk to the most. She was kind enough to show me around, and also thought me how to use the buses and the underground. There were a few rules in the house but nothing out of the ordinary, so we agreed that I would stay there during my studies (1 year). To be honest I never thought of Silvia* in a sexual manner but she was an attractive mature lady and my feelings soon started to change. (*Silvia is her middle name, to avoid any identity issues, just in case anyone who knows her reads this .. hope she doesn’t). I guess it would be good to describe her… She had long dark hair (not her natural color as she probably used some dye to cover the grey hair) she was around 170 cm tall (or 5’6) with tanned skin and a pretty face too. Her breasts were medium size and although she wasn’t very athletic she had a perfect body. Her legs were her best assets and she made sure they were exposed a lot, as she used to wear nice skirts a lot when she went out and sexy robes inside the house (however she didn’t expose too much and always had a bra on when I was in. She worked as a freelance translator and did most of her work from home although sometimes travelled to work as an interpreter. I studied mainly in the afternoon, from 3 to 6 pm, so we started spending more time together in the mornings, although nothing more than a friendship. I tried my best to practice my English with her but I felt the need to use my mother tongue with her and soon Spanish became the norm. One morning over breakfast she asked me if I had left a girlfriend in Colombia and we spoke about it for a while. Somehow the conversation became a bit more private and I felt comfortable talking to her about my previous relationship and also asked her about her past. She had been married to an architect for 15 years but apparently he was more interested in his work, so they had divorced a while ago. She had tried dating other people before, but essentially – was happy being single – I remember her saying that there were some advantages of being single… however she mentioned that she dated someone younger than her and my mind couldn’t stop thinking about it (I was about to be 23 and she was 51), from that day on I kept looking at her in a completely different way and I took that part of the conversation as a hint. I wanted to tell her something more direct so I said that she still looked great and would have no problem in finding someone. She was quick to reply with a humble – sigh, she told me that her body had taken a toll with her pregnancy and she felt that there were extra pounds here and there. I reassured her she had a nice body and told her I found her body quite attractive. I am not sure if I went too far, but she quickly changed the topic and with a bit of vacillation implied she had to start working. I felt really awkward and offered to do the washing up and for a couple of days after that she seem to less comfortable around me and we spent less time together in the mornings, so I started worrying and I assumed I had insulted her. I contemplated speaking to her about it but never had the courage to mention it and decided to leave her a short note in her desk apologising for my comment. I left early for my usual match on Saturdays and came to the house in the afternoon still sweaty from playing football, so I decided to take a shower. As I mentioned before I enjoy a bit of voyeurism and I am happy with someone looking at me naked but never really did anything in Silvia’s house as I felt the need to respect the house. I used to wear sweat pants and a t-shirt while I was at home, but I have always slept either naked or in boxers and as soon as I got to my bedroom I got rid of my sweaty clothes. As I did this I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. After a minute or two, I heard a few knocks in the door and quickly closed the shower, I said I was in the shower and asked for a minute. I got off and grabbed a towel to wrap it around my waist, I heard Silvia saying she would come back later; I dried myself a bit and ran to the door. She was on her way down to the first floor and had left a small card next to my door along with a tin of biscuits, I called her and asked if she wanted to speak to me, she came back and when she saw me with a towel she apologised for interrupting (I could see her blushing a little), I thanked her for the present and she told me she wanted to have a conversation with me, ^ my brain was telling me to drop the towel and pretend it was an accident, but I was too nervous to do it and all I could come up with, was a lame: – give me a few minutes to finish my shower and I will go downstairs. I said it with a bit of regret but I went inside my room leaving the door half opened (there is a small room next too mine but no one uses it as it is full of empty suitcases and storage boxes), I dropped the towel and got into the shower leaving the bathroom door fully opened. I showered for at least 10 minutes hoping that she would dare to look, there is a long mirror placed opposite the entrance door and with the bathroom door fully opened you can see the shower cabin as it goes from almost the floor to about 6 feet. If she did look that day I am not sure as I didn’t see her, but it sure incited her to do it later. After my shower I went downstairs and faced that long feared conversation, but to my surprise it all went really well. She told me she felt really bad that I had noticed she was being distant and apologised for not talking about it earlier. She confessed that she was pleased to hear that I had complemented her and told me she found me attractive but made it very clear I was too young for her. I was confused with her words and could not understand her behaviour, but decided to stay quiet. She asked me if I felt uncomfortable around her and I assured her I was very happy in her house and that I thought we had a nice friendship. She seemed relieved and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner that night, she wanted to invite me to a nice restaurant in central London; I obviously agreed. We went to a Belgian place to eat the traditional mussels and had couple of beers, we had a nice chat about my experience in London and how things were going with friends and a job I had working at the Chelsea stadium during games. I didn’t want to mention that I had been going out with a Korean girl, which went to the house a few times (never buca escort stayed overnight thought * one of the house rules). On our way home we noticed how our clothes had a strong food and smoke smell from the restaurant and I made it obvious I wanted to shower, she said she would go to bed… – this is were my relationship with Silvia really changed-. I did exactly the same I had done that morning but left both doors completely opened and got naked pretty soon, (I have an average cock size around 17 cm or 6.5” but I have always been proud to show it) and I made sure it was erect by stroking it a few times. As soon as I got into the shower I could hear the sound of the wood stairs from someone coming up. I was sure it was Silvia but for a moment thought it could be Alan the other tenant; he was also in the house that night. I panicked a bit and closed the shower tap, I looked at the mirror and saw Silvia entering the storage room (I was so nervous I could hear my heart pumping and I felt my legs shake from the rush of adrenaline, I am not sure if she looked in my direction but I know that she would have noticed the door was open from the hall). I let the shower open and tried to act as normal as I could, the truth is that I was so scared I had lost my erection and I couldn’t dare to look at the mirror that faced the bedroom door. I tried soaping paying special attention to my cock, and after a while I heard noises from what seemed like suitcases, I forced myself not to look and kept stroking my cock for a while and was feeling so aroused by the thought of her being so close that I turned back, pretending to rinse my back, I turned my head abruptly towards the mirror but subtle enough just to get a glance, all I saw was her face, I didn’t see her body or what she was doing but she was looking directly towards my through the mirror, I was fully erect now and was facing the mirror. I put more soap in the head of my cock and fought hard not to cum with every touch, but it was going to happen any time. I finally decided to look again and saw Silvia half hidden trying to lift something, with her face towards the mirror again and her body facing one of the shelves. I think she saw me looking at her and she quickly turned away from the mirror and turned the light off, left directly as I could hear her footsteps getting downstairs. I opened the cabin and walked out of the shower, feeling so euphoric and joyful. I had finally managed to get her a bit of a show and she seemed so keen. I masturbated in front of the door thinking of her, knowing that she had looked at me deliberately (I must have cum at least three times). I was very curious to see if she would react differently or if she would act casually, I decided to go to the kitchen and got into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her bedroom was closed but I could hear the TV and also saw the light through the door crack, I also noticed something rather fascinating, the keyhole was lit, it was normally blocked from the inside (by a key), but this time there was no key. I looked around and saw Alan’s door closed so I bent my knees and got a glimpse through the keyhole… I knew it looked directly to the base of Silvia’s bed. (I had previously explored her room, looking for excitement thinking that I would find a toy or something… but never got to discover anything interesting apart from a couple of photo albums that contained old photos of her sunbathing). There she was, I could see only from her face chest to her chest… what an amazing view, she had her robe on but it wasn’t strapped, I could see one of her breasts completely exposed and the other one cover slightly to the middle, her nipples were very small and she had really sexy freckles in her cleavage. I stared at her breasts for two or three minutes, she was just watching telly, until my back started to hurt.. I knelt down completely and tried to accommodate my head again, when I stumbled a bit and made a noise with her doorknob. I got up swiftly and went downstairs to the kitchen, but I her door open a moment after. I spent sometime in the kitchen and got a glass of water, I was so excited about the whole thing and was trying to figure if she had done it on purpose. I was staring at the garden just thinking of her… when I heard a door opening upstairs. I went into the conservatory, which is right next to the kitchen and sat down looking towards the garden. The next thing I can see is that she has come downstairs and turned the light on, I could see her reflection on the window but I am not sure if she saw me. I didn’t want to move, I kept still for a bit and then saw her coming towards me, all I could feel was my heart again pumping so fast I thought she would hear it too. I said hello without looking at Silvia and she replied by asking if she could sit down next to me, – sure – I said, turning my body to face her. She then asked me very calmly if I had knocked on her door, which took me by surprise and I froze for what felt like years, I didn’t know what to say… and simply said – No. All I could see was that she wasn’t wearing her usual pyjamas under the robe and I was able to see the perfect shape of her nice perk breasts pressed against the thin layer of fabric from her robe. I breathed deeply and out of the blue, told her I had been looking through the keyhole in her door. She didn’t say anything, she started laughing and she kept looking at me in a way that made me feel really embarrassed. She then moved closer to me and kind of whispering said that she had taken the key out of the lock. I felt my bulge starting to expand through my shorts… she then told me she had been watching me in the shower but she told me she knew I had left the door opened for her to see. She then asked if I had seen her nude, I replied by saying I saw her breasts and that I really liked it. She then asked me to take my t-shirt off; I took it off immediately and she told me to stand up. I did very slowly knowing that she could see how hard my cock was… she then undid her robe freeing her breasts and opened her legs, I walked towards her and she grabbed my cock hard, she placed one hand in my balls and with the other she pulled the shorts down. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin and couldn’t take my eyes of her nice shaven lips, she had a bit of trimmed hair triangle in the top and her vulva was so perfect, I also noticed she had a small flower tattoo on her pelvis, probably covering a C section scar. She had perfectly toned legs and nice tan lines in her butt, but her breasts were tanned perfectly. I finally got to feel her wet vagina, she told me she had been playing with herself and thought I had seen it all. I was so horny I knelt down and started kissing her inner thighs, working my way to her vulva and I soon began to lick her lips, feeling how her clit got harder and harder. I could taste her juices and the smell of a wet pussy increased my heart rate briskly. She told me to be quiet and for a while I liked and fingered her pussy. Three or four minutes after she asked me to stop and told her she needed penetration to feel a proper orgasm, she suggested changing roles and I laid back on the sofa. I can still remember the feeling of her wet lips over my cock tip; it was like being stun with taser. I am not sure how long I lasted, but I came pretty quickly, she seemed a little disappointed but soon noticed that my cock was still rock hard. I decided it was time to put my cock inside her pussy and got up to use my erection entirely (I am often able to cum and keep it erect for a while until I cum again), I used some of my cum to lubricated her love hole and started pumping slowly to make sure I was hard for as long as I could. She asked me to rub her clit while I penetrated her and worked thinking about pleasuring her in every aspect, she kept very quiet even when I knew I was getting her most sensitive parts, but every now and then she would moan silently. I then increased the speed and also the pressure in her pelvis and noticed a few more twitches in her legs as well as contractions on her hands. We went on for a few more minutes and she grabbed my butt and pushed me hard towards her, she then became incredibly still and soon felt her contractions in my cock, she was so wet I was feeling her juices running down my legs and even my ball sack was dripping. She asked me to stop pumping and removed my hand from her clit, she tensed her legs and tapped the lower part of her pussy a few times. I kept stroking my cock and when I saw, she was relaxing her legs asked her if I could go back to her hole. She put herself in doggy style position and asked me to do her from the back, I did as instructed and dared to put a finger in her ass. She initially pushed my hand away but I insisted This is the first of a few stories that happened when I lived with Silvia between 2006 and 2009. I have been reading stories buca escort bayan on this site for a while and I’d been thinking about some of my own experiences. So recently decided I’d share some of my own stories too. I’m 31 happily married but I have always been fascinated by voyeurism and I am also a bit of an exhibitionist, so there are a few occurrences to tell.I am a Colombian living in London; I first came to the UK in 2006 to study English, I had been working for a year after leaving University and really wanted to go and experience living abroad. So I enrolled in a language school through an agency back home and had 4 weeks of accommodation paid in a homestay. They advised me to get only a few weeks, as it would be better to check the place first and see if liked it before committing to stay for longer. The house that I choose was very convenient as it offered a bit of independence (a loft conversion with a private bathroom). The house was a bit far from my school but the house seemed pretty big and there were good reviews by previous students and the best thing was that there were only 3 people living in the house. A woman in her early 50s (half Scottish and half Argentinian who spoke perfect Spanish), her daughter who was about 21, was only there during her University breaks and on the occasional weekend. There was another tenant, a Welsh guy who worked in London but used to travel to Wales to see his family over the weekends. The landlady (was divorced) and had been really friendly over email and we had even exchanged a few calls before I arrived – you cannot find a better place as a student.I came in October and remember the weather to be quite cold (specially for someone coming from South America), so the first few days were spent mainly indoors or in double-decker buses, which are great to get to know London. I loved the house straight away and realised that I would stay for as long as I could. My landlady was a bit reserved at first but she was, as friendly as I imagined her to be, with a bit of the South American warmth. Although very British in her traditions she made me feel very welcomed and I fitted from day one. Her daughter was really shy and I had trouble understanding her, I was more used to the American pronunciation and she had a stronger accent… luckily she was studying law in Bristol a rarely came to the house. I hardly ever spoke to the other tenant, so my landlady was the person I used to talk to the most. She was kind enough to show me around, and also thought me how to use the buses and the underground. There were a few rules in the house but nothing out of the ordinary, so we agreed that I would stay there during my studies (1 year). To be honest I never thought of Silvia* in a sexual manner but she was an attractive mature lady and my feelings soon started to change. (*Silvia is her middle name, to avoid any identity issues, just in case anyone who knows her reads this .. hope she doesn’t). I guess it would be good to describe her… She had long dark hair (not her natural color as she probably used some dye to cover the grey hair) she was around 170 cm tall (or 5’6) with tanned skin and a pretty face too. Her breasts were medium size and although she wasn’t very athletic she had a perfect body. Her legs were her best assets and she made sure they were exposed a lot, as she used to wear nice skirts a lot when she went out and sexy robes inside the house (however she didn’t expose too much and always had a bra on when I was in. She worked as a freelance translator and did most of her work from home although sometimes travelled to work as an interpreter. I studied mainly in the afternoon, from 3 to 6 pm, so we started spending more time together in the mornings, although nothing more than a friendship. I tried my best to practice my English with her but I felt the need to use my mother tongue with her and soon Spanish became the norm. One morning over breakfast she asked me if I had left a girlfriend in Colombia and we spoke about it for a while. Somehow the conversation became a bit more private and I felt comfortable talking to her about my previous relationship and also asked her about her past. She had been married to an architect for 15 years but apparently he was more interested in his work, so they had divorced a while ago. She had tried dating other people before, but essentially – was happy being single – I remember her saying that there were some advantages of being single… however she mentioned that she dated someone younger than her and my mind couldn’t stop thinking about it (I was about to be 23 and she was 51), from that day on I kept looking at her in a completely different way and I took that part of the conversation as a hint. I wanted to tell her something more direct so I said that she still looked great and would have no problem in finding someone. She was quick to reply with a humble – sigh, she told me that her body had taken a toll with her pregnancy and she felt that there were extra pounds here and there. I reassured her she had a nice body and told her I found her body quite attractive. I am not sure if I went too far, but she quickly changed the topic and with a bit of vacillation implied she had to start working. I felt really awkward and offered to do the washing up and for a couple of days after that she seem to less comfortable around me and we spent less time together in the mornings, so I started worrying and I assumed I had insulted her. I contemplated speaking to her about it but never had the courage to mention it and decided to leave her a short note in her desk apologising for my comment. I left early for my usual match on Saturdays and came to the house in the afternoon still sweaty from playing football, so I decided to take a shower. As I mentioned before I enjoy a bit of voyeurism and I am happy with someone looking at me naked but never really did anything in Silvia’s house as I felt the need to respect the house. I used to wear sweat pants and a t-shirt while I was at home, but I have always slept either naked or in boxers and as soon as I got to my bedroom I got rid of my sweaty clothes. As I did this I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. After a minute or two, I heard a few knocks in the door and quickly closed the shower, I said I was in the shower and asked for a minute. I got off and grabbed a towel to wrap it around my waist, I heard Silvia saying she would come back later; I dried myself a bit and ran to the door. She was on her way down to the first floor and had left a small card next to my door along with a tin of biscuits, I called her and asked if she wanted to speak to me, she came back and when she saw me with a towel she apologised for interrupting (I could see her blushing a little), I thanked her for the present and she told me she wanted to have a conversation with me, ^ my brain was telling me to drop the towel and pretend it was an accident, but I was too nervous to do it and all I could come up with, was a lame: – give me a few minutes to finish my shower and I will go downstairs. I said it with a bit of regret but I went inside my room leaving the door half opened (there is a small room next too mine but no one uses it as it is full of empty suitcases and storage boxes), I dropped the towel and got into the shower leaving the bathroom door fully opened. I showered for at least 10 minutes hoping that she would dare to look, there is a long mirror placed opposite the entrance door and with the bathroom door fully opened you can see the shower cabin as it goes from almost the floor to about 6 feet. If she did look that day I am not sure as I didn’t see her, but it sure incited her to do it later. After my shower I went downstairs and faced that long feared conversation, but to my surprise it all went really well. She told me she felt really bad that I had noticed she was being distant and apologised for not talking about it earlier. She confessed that she was pleased to hear that I had complemented her and told me she found me attractive but made it very clear I was too young for her. I was confused with her words and could not understand her behaviour, but decided to stay quiet. She asked me if I felt uncomfortable around her and I assured her I was very happy in her house and that I thought we had a nice friendship. She seemed relieved and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner that night, she wanted to invite me to a nice restaurant in central London; I obviously agreed. We went to a Belgian place to eat the traditional mussels and had couple of beers, we had a nice chat about my experience in London and how things were going with friends and a job I had working at the Chelsea stadium during games. I didn’t want to mention that I had been going out with a Korean girl, which went to the house a few times (never stayed overnight thought * one of the house rules). On escort buca our way home we noticed how our clothes had a strong food and smoke smell from the restaurant and I made it obvious I wanted to shower, she said she would go to bed… – this is were my relationship with Silvia really changed-. I did exactly the same I had done that morning but left both doors completely opened and got naked pretty soon, (I have an average cock size around 17 cm or 6.5” but I have always been proud to show it) and I made sure it was erect by stroking it a few times. As soon as I got into the shower I could hear the sound of the wood stairs from someone coming up. I was sure it was Silvia but for a moment thought it could be Alan the other tenant; he was also in the house that night. I panicked a bit and closed the shower tap, I looked at the mirror and saw Silvia entering the storage room (I was so nervous I could hear my heart pumping and I felt my legs shake from the rush of adrenaline, I am not sure if she looked in my direction but I know that she would have noticed the door was open from the hall). I let the shower open and tried to act as normal as I could, the truth is that I was so scared I had lost my erection and I couldn’t dare to look at the mirror that faced the bedroom door. I tried soaping paying special attention to my cock, and after a while I heard noises from what seemed like suitcases, I forced myself not to look and kept stroking my cock for a while and was feeling so aroused by the thought of her being so close that I turned back, pretending to rinse my back, I turned my head abruptly towards the mirror but subtle enough just to get a glance, all I saw was her face, I didn’t see her body or what she was doing but she was looking directly towards my through the mirror, I was fully erect now and was facing the mirror. I put more soap in the head of my cock and fought hard not to cum with every touch, but it was going to happen any time. I finally decided to look again and saw Silvia half hidden trying to lift something, with her face towards the mirror again and her body facing one of the shelves. I think she saw me looking at her and she quickly turned away from the mirror and turned the light off, left directly as I could hear her footsteps getting downstairs. I opened the cabin and walked out of the shower, feeling so euphoric and joyful. I had finally managed to get her a bit of a show and she seemed so keen. I masturbated in front of the door thinking of her, knowing that she had looked at me deliberately (I must have cum at least three times). I was very curious to see if she would react differently or if she would act casually, I decided to go to the kitchen and got into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her bedroom was closed but I could hear the TV and also saw the light through the door crack, I also noticed something rather fascinating, the keyhole was lit, it was normally blocked from the inside (by a key), but this time there was no key. I looked around and saw Alan’s door closed so I bent my knees and got a glimpse through the keyhole… I knew it looked directly to the base of Silvia’s bed. (I had previously explored her room, looking for excitement thinking that I would find a toy or something… but never got to discover anything interesting apart from a couple of photo albums that contained old photos of her sunbathing). There she was, I could see only from her face chest to her chest… what an amazing view, she had her robe on but it wasn’t strapped, I could see one of her breasts completely exposed and the other one cover slightly to the middle, her nipples were very small and she had really sexy freckles in her cleavage. I stared at her breasts for two or three minutes, she was just watching telly, until my back started to hurt.. I knelt down completely and tried to accommodate my head again, when I stumbled a bit and made a noise with her doorknob. I got up swiftly and went downstairs to the kitchen, but I her door open a moment after. I spent sometime in the kitchen and got a glass of water, I was so excited about the whole thing and was trying to figure if she had done it on purpose. I was staring at the garden just thinking of her… when I heard a door opening upstairs. I went into the conservatory, which is right next to the kitchen and sat down looking towards the garden. The next thing I can see is that she has come downstairs and turned the light on, I could see her reflection on the window but I am not sure if she saw me. I didn’t want to move, I kept still for a bit and then saw her coming towards me, all I could feel was my heart again pumping so fast I thought she would hear it too. I said hello without looking at Silvia and she replied by asking if she could sit down next to me, – sure – I said, turning my body to face her. She then asked me very calmly if I had knocked on her door, which took me by surprise and I froze for what felt like years, I didn’t know what to say… and simply said – No. All I could see was that she wasn’t wearing her usual pyjamas under the robe and I was able to see the perfect shape of her nice perk breasts pressed against the thin layer of fabric from her robe. I breathed deeply and out of the blue, told her I had been looking through the keyhole in her door. She didn’t say anything, she started laughing and she kept looking at me in a way that made me feel really embarrassed. She then moved closer to me and kind of whispering said that she had taken the key out of the lock. I felt my bulge starting to expand through my shorts… she then told me she had been watching me in the shower but she told me she knew I had left the door opened for her to see. She then asked if I had seen her nude, I replied by saying I saw her breasts and that I really liked it. She then asked me to take my t-shirt off; I took it off immediately and she told me to stand up. I did very slowly knowing that she could see how hard my cock was… she then undid her robe freeing her breasts and opened her legs, I walked towards her and she grabbed my cock hard, she placed one hand in my balls and with the other she pulled the shorts down. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin and couldn’t take my eyes of her nice shaven lips, she had a bit of trimmed hair triangle in the top and her vulva was so perfect, I also noticed she had a small flower tattoo on her pelvis, probably covering a C section scar. She had perfectly toned legs and nice tan lines in her butt, but her breasts were tanned perfectly. I finally got to feel her wet vagina, she told me she had been playing with herself and thought I had seen it all. I was so horny I knelt down and started kissing her inner thighs, working my way to her vulva and I soon began to lick her lips, feeling how her clit got harder and harder. I could taste her juices and the smell of a wet pussy increased my heart rate briskly. She told me to be quiet and for a while I liked and fingered her pussy. Three or four minutes after she asked me to stop and told her she needed penetration to feel a proper orgasm, she suggested changing roles and I laid back on the sofa. I can still remember the feeling of her wet lips over my cock tip; it was like being stun with taser. I am not sure how long I lasted, but I came pretty quickly, she seemed a little disappointed but soon noticed that my cock was still rock hard. I decided it was time to put my cock inside her pussy and got up to use my erection entirely (I am often able to cum and keep it erect for a while until I cum again), I used some of my cum to lubricated her love hole and started pumping slowly to make sure I was hard for as long as I could. She asked me to rub her clit while I penetrated her and worked thinking about pleasuring her in every aspect, she kept very quiet even when I knew I was getting her most sensitive parts, but every now and then she would moan silently. I then increased the speed and also the pressure in her pelvis and noticed a few more twitches in her legs as well as contractions on her hands. We went on for a few more minutes and she grabbed my butt and pushed me hard towards her, she then became incredibly still and soon felt her contractions in my cock, she was so wet I was feeling her juices running down my legs and even my ball sack was dripping. She asked me to stop pumping and removed my hand from her clit, she tensed her legs and tapped the lower part of her pussy a few times. I kept stroking my cock and when I saw, she was relaxing her legs asked her if I could go back to her hole. She put herself in doggy style position and asked me to do her from the back, I did as instructed and dared to put a finger in her ass. She initially pushed my hand away but I insisted and managed to get my index inside and could feel my cock inside her. I lasted 4 or 5 minutes and then shot a load again but this time inside her. We sat naked in the sofa for a bit and she asked me to get some kitchen roll to clean the place. We got dressed and kissed for a bit; she told me to go to my room and we agreed on talking about it the next day. I felt so complete, I had always fantasised about a mature woman. This is how my 2 and a half years began in Silvia’s house

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