Chapter 6732 The Lady In The Cinema(Taboo/Mature Sex):>Ep12
- They broke apart, breathing deeply, as though they'd just run a hundred yards, Linda looking shell-shocked, Helen looking deeply aroused, her pupils dilated. Then, by mute consent, they were kissing again, and it was slower and deeper and it went on for long moments as I stared, fascinated and excited. And as they kissed, Helen felt for the zipper at the back of Linda's dress and pulled it down. Breaking the kiss, and stepping back, she drew it over Linda's arms and it slid down to the floor, leaving her in lacy silk panties and a matching bra. 'You've got a lovely figure, Linda,' breathed Helen, drinking in the sight of this sixty-something lady standing in front of her in just her underwear and heels. 'Thank you,' said Linda quietly, and they kissed again and Helen unclasped Linda's bra and that joined the dress on the floor and Linda stood bare-breasted, her nipples erect, and Helen stroked one breast and ran her thumb over the nipple and Linda shuddered and gave a little moan of desire.
- God, Helen was good at this. Building up the sexual tension, making Linda feel good about herself, feel good about this experience. They kissed again; Linda's little breasts squashed against Helen's bust. 'Unzip me,' she told Linda and she groped for the zip of Helen's dress and drew it awkwardly down allowing Helen to slip out of it as it rustled to the bedroom floor. Helen was wearing a white bra but that was all. Her figure was superb; toned and slim, with flat stomach and flaring hips, her dark brown bush nestling between her loins at the top of her long, slender legs. I had a sudden memory of her dark, musky taste and smell and my cock strained inside my pants and I shivered with anticipation.
- Helen unclipped her bra and her breasts swung free. A bit bigger than Linda's, with very dark areolae and firm, rubbery nipples. Linda seemed transfixed, like a rabbit in a car's headlights, staring at Helen's breasts and her pussy, the blood rising to her cheeks in arousal or embarrassment or both. She stood mute as Helen knelt before her, hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of Linda's panties and drawing them down to her ankles. Standing up, Helen drew Linda to her again and their naked bodies touched as they kissed and the temperature in the bedroom seemed to rise as their mouths locked together and their hands explored backs and shoulders and hips and Helen gripped Linda's buttocks and pulled her in, her fingers digging into the fleshy globes, mashing her dark-haired vulva against Linda's silky, light brown bush. Their mouths worked feverishly together and it wasn't just Linda who was moaning with desire in the back of her throat.