Erika

She read the ad again.

I am a woman of 28 years, 1m83, slim, with medium length black hair and brown eyes. I often have my hair loose or in a ponytail. I often wear tight jeans with a simple blouse or sweater. That means I'm a normal girl, but secretly very busy with sex. My breasts are small, a b-cup, but my buttocks, on the other hand, are a bit rounder. I have a soft character, I am social and submissive. I did something with a girl once and it was wonderful. But with a (much) older woman it seems very exciting to me.

Love, Erika

And then again, and again. She regularly browsed sex personals on the Internet. Not because she was looking, but because she often found reading the calls very titillating. The descriptions frequently defied her imagination. The thought that there were real-life people behind this, who were looking for what they described, Ingrid was quite successful. Of course there were fakers among them, but then it was still the fantasy of ordinary people you saw in the supermarket or on the street. Despite her age, she could, so to speak, get a pretty wet pussy. Reading the ads was addictive. She read one after the other, in all sections, man looking for woman, couple looking for man, man looking for man, man looking for couple. Now she looked under woman seeking woman. She flipped through, but kept coming back to that one ad. He was direct and tantalizing, but not tacky, rather sweet. She couldn't explain to herself why it affected her. It was the same feeling as how she could sometimes lose the thread of her argument in the middle of a discussion.

She had never done it before, but now she considered responding. Not that she expected it to do anything, but just the idea of ​​feeling a little closer to this young woman. She hadn't bothered about sexual intimacy with another woman for years. The last time she was even a bit younger than this Erika now. She remembers it well. It was with a college friend, whom she had stuck with after college. Together they made the boys go crazy at the time, but if they eventually did not find a suitable candidate, they crawled into bed together. They would talk about the boys and play with each other. They had their toys, including one that allowed a woman to penetrate another woman as if she were a man. Perhaps it was the nostalgic memory of that time that drew her to the ad and prompted her to respond.

Hi Ericka,

Your advertisement in which you indicate that you are looking for an older woman really appeals to me.

My name is Ingrid, 59 years old.

Never before have I responded to an advertisement, I am happily married to a man (65), but you have struck a chord with me. I read your appeal a hundred times and each time I was more convinced that I had to respond. You have made me curious about you and you have, so to speak, made me consider physical intimacy with a woman again. I have experience with that, but that was a very long time ago, in a time when you were not yet born.

If you are interested, I would like to get to know you better. A shot across the bow: I'm 1m72 and 68 kg, I have medium length blonde curly hair and blue / green eyes.

I hope to hear from you.

Greetings,

Ingrid

Without rereading the message, afraid to repent, she pressed Send. She closed her laptop and went downstairs into the living room. Her husband was reading a book. Not that he would object, he was an open and understanding man, but she decided to keep her more or less newfound feelings to herself and didn't bother him.

She kept telling herself in the days that followed that she hadn't sent the message expecting a serious response. Yet she was disappointed every time she checked her mail and had no answer. Until after about a week there was a response from Erika. Sorry it took so long, but she'd had some troubles at home that she wouldn't bother Ingrid with. She thought Ingrid's message sounded very good and would like to get acquainted.

Ingrid was delighted and thought about a location for the meeting. It could be at her house, if Erika dared to do that right away, because her husband was sailing regularly with a friend, so they slept on the boat. She offered it, and named the city where she lived. Erika responded immediately and enthusiastically:

Then you don't live far from me.

Erika turned out to live in the village further on. She wanted to make sure she wasn't set up somewhere. Whatsapp contact was established, photos were exchanged, first normal, later also a bit more spicy, on which they could judge each other's intimate care, that is, their shaved pussies, because they both insisted on that, neither of them wanted to eat between hairs. So that's where the conversation went. They deliberately left each other in the dark about their sexual preferences, because they wanted to discover. They had a lot of fun with their tits, when photos of them were also exchanged. There couldn't be a bigger difference between Erika's modest little breasts versus Ingrid's big heavy tits. That was the test of time, which never bothered her, because her husband and - yes - his naughty friend also loved it.

Ingrid enjoyed the contact and eventually gave her exact address, with a date and time when they could meet. With reservations, because if there was not enough wind, her husband would not go sailing. She may have been 59 years old and had had her share of relationship experiences in life, but during the days leading up to Erika's visit, she felt like a teenager in love, to the point of embarrassment. And then also on a much younger woman. It could have been her daughter.

Finally the time had come. There was wind force 3 when the bell rang. Ingrid felt a little nervous. Not as for an exam, but as for unwrapping a present. She had also wrapped herself as a beautiful gift. Tight skirt, stockings, no tights this time, heels and a tight sweater without a bra. When she walked to the door, she saw in the large full-length mirror in the hallway that her tits were bouncing happily in the sweater. She put on her sweetest smile and opened the door. It was a picture she saw before her.

Hi.

Hi, come in quickly, the wind is much too cold for your bare legs, you will get a bladder infection soon.

Ingrid heard herself say it, as if the fresh wind was the reason for letting Erika in. Nevertheless, the wind was really too cold for a girl in such a short skirt.

How are you? By car?

Yes, there he is. Can you park there? I actually didn't pay attention to it.

Yes, that is not a problem. Gee, how nice to see you in real life. Come on, let's go to the room. What do you want to drink?

Actually a glass of wine, against the shiver, but I still have to drive later, so grab something fresh.

The shakers?

Yes, I thought it was a bit scary to come to you.

Ingrid laughed.

I know what you mean, but believe me, once we're seated, all that tension falls away. Coke?

Do you have Diet Coke?

Ingrid had that and she also poured herself a glass and put it on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. Erika sat in the armchair across from her.

You look beautiful,

she said to Erika,

I actually pictured you in tight jeans, but I'm glad you wore a skirt. It's a shame to hide those beautiful long legs.

It was only now that she noticed that she was squinting, it gave her an endearing look.

Thank you,

said Erika,

I usually also wear jeans, but I thought I could look a bit more chic for tonight. By the way, you look good too.

For Ingrid, hearing those words meant acceptance of her at this stage of contact.

Better than expected?

Erika picked up her coke.

No, I expected you like this.

She took a sip and replaced the glass.

Ingrid enjoyed the view of this young lady, here in her own living room. A young woman who was here to get to know her better, with the aim of experiencing physical pleasures with each other. She already knew it through the apps, but now it was more or less confirmed. She thought Erika was a sweetheart and Erika showed no sign of rejection.

Let me take a good look at you

Ingrid said. She got up and took Erika's hand. Erika got up from the couch. Ingrid took Erika's hand and twisted her around in a pirouette like in a ballroom dance. She let go of her hand, took a step back and looked her up and down. Erika called it chic, Ingrid herself thought the very short skirt and open blouse were almost ordinary, but she liked that, she herself was not very decently dressed. It was a beautiful girl. Erika sat back down, crossed one leg over the other and casually let the pointed pump dangle from her foot.

Approved?

Erika asked laughing.

Well and if she was approved. Ingrid smiled back at her.

Did you doubt that?Ingird didn't want to go too fast. She first wanted Erika to feel completely comfortable here in her home. An animated conversation ensued, starting with small talk, with the topics becoming more and more personal. This is how it came to light what the troubles Erika had at her home, so she did not immediately respond to Ingrid's reaction. She turned out to have a boyfriend. That friend started putting pressure on Erika lately for a threesome with him and a friend of his. She liked sex with men, but she was currently too busy with women in her head. In fact, she has struggled with it all her life. She had done it with a woman once. That was nice, but she also felt very insecure about it. So she contacted an older woman. Her boyfriend doesn't know anything about all that, nobody really, so it was hard to explain that a threesome with two men didn't suit her at all at the moment. Anyway, now she was here, she wanted to build up experience with Ingrid, and not bother Ingrid with her problems. Now Ingrid didn't think it was the right time to tell Erika that she herself was a whore for her husband's boyfriend and regularly had threesomes with both men.

Oh girl, come here

said Ingrid,

we are going to have a nice intimate time with each other, I will teach you all the secrets. She got up and sat on the couch next to Erika. She stroked Erika's cheek with the back of her hand.

What do you think? Shall we see how you like the kissing?Erika spread her legs and turned timidly towards Ingrid. Barely felt, Ingrid touched Erika's lips with pursed lips. Erika pressed on, signaling Ingrid to put the tip of her tongue between Erika's lips. She felt Erika widen the space between her lips. Ingrid continued with her tongue and reached Erika's warm moist tongue. Their tongues moved subtly over each other for a short while.

Ingrid gently retracted her tongue again.

Wait a second,

she said in an almost whispering voice and she took off her sweater.

You take off your blouse too

.

Erika did as Ingrid asked and unbuckled her bra at the same time. Ingrid helped Erika take off her bra over her arms. The cute jutting tits of the photos were now right in front of her face. She felt touched, almost guilty that she was seducing such a young, vulnerable woman. But 28 was really mature, she also took this initiative herself. The two hard buttons betrayed that she was excited, probably because of the brief kissing. On her own initiative, Erika resumed the tender French kiss they had begun. And to be honest, it didn't leave Ingrid cold either. Her cunt started to squeeze and she realized she was getting wet. Their tongues began to dance more violently with each other and Erika ran her hands through Ingrid's hair.

Ingrid pressed her breasts forward in an attempt to touch Erika's. When she felt Erika's skin against her nipples, Erika gave a movable counterpressure. Erika detached her mouth from Ingrid's and dropped her head back to her neck, panting slightly, as if to say, here, kiss me on the neck. How wet would she be by now? She knew from her own experience how much fluid a woman could produce at that age. She pushed Erika back so that she was stretched out on the couch and leaned over her to tongue her again, one hand behind her neck. With her other hand she reached under Erika's ordinary skirt. She guessed that Erika had become horny enough to stop resisting this, if she ever wanted to. She pulled the panties to mid-thighs and touched the horny pussy, which she already knew visually from the photos with the apps. Now it was as if she were examining Erikas genitals with her groping fingers and she did so in great detail, in order to turn herself on her even more. It felt completely smooth, not a stubble or hair to be seen. The lips were tense. Her finger slid into it like warm soft butter. She was soaking wet and very tight. Her boyfriend must like that, she knew what men liked.

She herself was not so tight anymore, so her own husband and his friend, when they fucked her, preferred her ass. She didn't have any problem with that, though. And if the gentlemen were in the mood, she was also naughty sandwiched, as they called it, that is, with both at the same time, one from the front and the other from the back, in her cunt.

Erika moaned under Ingrid's action, prompting Ingrid to play her even harder, with two fingers now. Could she make her squirt? Ingrid did her best. She hasn't been able to do it herself in recent years. It did happen sometimes when she was a bit tipsy due to alcohol and then was worked hard by someone else with three or rather four fingers at the same time.

Ingrid changed position to better reach it. She pulled Erika's panties off her legs and pushed the skirt up a little further. She pulled Erikas one leg to the side so that it hung halfway along the couch, making the pussy between the wide hips even more accessible. Her pump fell to the floor. What a beautiful view, this young woman, almost naked and in ecstasy, tight skin, with closed eyes and a bright red head, here, at home on the couch.

Do you ever squirt?

Ingrid asked in a soft friendly tone.

Yes,

was all she heard Erika say from far in the distance.

Ingrid continued her attempt to get the girl, this young woman, to squirt. She was assisted by Erika herself, who massaged her clitoris with quick movements of her middle finger. The wet spot on the leather couch, which might turn into a puddle, didn't interest Ingrid at all. All she cared about was that she was starting to control this wench now.

It didn't come to squirting, but it did come to an orgasm. Erika's arms cramped, she pushed her head back into the sofa, and her legs began to thrash spastically. Ingrid continued to stimulate the soft spot in the top of her vagina at breakneck speed until a loud moan forced all the air out of Erikas lungs. It lasted frighteningly long. Only when Ingrid withdrew her fingers did Erika relax again. She lay dead still, with her deep breathing and her eyes closed, she seemed to be asleep. Ingrid lifted the hanging leg back onto the sofa next to the other and stroked them both full length. She also put the shoe back on her foot. She let Erika rest while massaging her cramped wrist, which had been tense for several minutes.

Her mind wandered. She thought of the two men on the boat, Willem, her husband, and Martien, his friend. Wouldn't they be too cold now? They were two friends for life. It has been about ten years since Martien was divorced from his wife. Since then he regularly picked up Ingrid for an evening of exclusivity with her. Not that he had never fucked her before, as said, they occasionally had threesomes where Willem and Martien took her in turn, that was also before this time, but after his divorce Martien had the opportunity to have Ingrid as needed to take home with him.

She only carried her handbag with some make-up stuff in it when she got into the car with Martien in her coquettish suit, which he thought looked so good on her. At his house they talked and drank coffee or a glass, after which she went to change in the next room. Over the years he had built up a whole wardrobe for her with clothes that she wouldn't dare wear on the street for the world. She was always curious which combination he had prepared for her again. When she'd changed and flaunted her red lips and black eyeliner while showing off in front of the mirror, she could really feel completely like a downright whore to him.