Bike Shop Backroom: My First Raw, Sweaty Deflowering by a Stern 50-Year-Old Seductress

I was young. Inexperienced. Heart pounding from the bike ride. Pushed open the door to a quiet cycle shop. Bell jingled. Empty aisles. Then she appeared. About 50. Stern face. Blouse sheer, lace bra teasing underneath. Curves spilling from tight skirt. Asked what I wanted. Stammered about cycling shorts. Followed her. Eyes glued to her generous ass swaying.

Backroom. Dim. TV flickering some soap opera. Old couch. No fitting room. She handed me sizes. Told me to try here. Dumped them on the couch. Waited for her to leave. She stared. Severe eyes scanning me. Finally gone. Through plastic fringe curtain, saw her at the register.

The Fever Builds in the Dim Backroom

Dropped pants. First shorts too loose. Grabbed smallest. Down to knees. Her voice snapped. ‘Found the right size yet?’ Peeked her watching. Yanked them up. Heart raced. She parted the curtain. Stepped in. Bent low to check fit. Two blouse buttons undone. Plunging view. Pale breasts veined blue. Heavy. Nipples hinting. Cock twitched. Shorts too tight. Trapped it.

‘Try without underwear,’ she barked. Stern eyes locked mine. Stood. Didn’t leave. ‘What you waiting for?’ Blushed fire. ‘Can’t undress in front of you.’ Anger flashed. Bent again. ‘Won’t take long.’ Voice softened. Grabbed waistband. Yanked shorts and boxer down. Cock sprang free. Swelled huge before her tits. ‘Oh. Me doing that?’ Grabbed it. Stroked slow. Other hand cupped balls. Skin burned. Pulse thundered. No control. Exploded. Thick ropes hit her collar. Dripped on creamy cleavage.

‘First time?’ Nodded. Shamed. ‘Teach you. Cute boy. Want?’ ‘Yes.’ Stood. Peeled blouse. Hand on my head. Pressed face to mess. ‘Lick clean.’ Cock hardened instant. Tongue lapped cum from skin. Salt. Her. Bit nipples through lace. Pushed cups aside. Sucked raw. Teeth grazed. She unhooked bra herself. Impatient.

The Savage Blaze Consumes Us Both

Sat on couch. Hiked skirt. ‘Off with yours.’ Waddled like penguin. Stripped naked. Pulled my shirt. Mouth back on tits. Sucked hard. She gripped cock. ‘Slow.’ Skirt up. ‘Hands. Touch.’ Fingers raced thighs. White lace panties. Yanked aside. Smooth pussy. Bald. Wet.

Pushed head down. Kneeled. Face smashed into heat. Licked lips. Sucked folds. Tongue plunged deep. Juices slick. Nose rubbed clit. Moans rose. Hips bucked. Shuddered orgasm. Grabbed armpits. Pulled up. Lay back. Legs spread. ‘Take me.’ Guided cock. Slid in. Tight. Hot. Wet grip. Hands on ass. Slow thrusts. Pubes mashed. Feet locked thighs. ‘Faster. Harder!’ Rammed. Sweat slicked skin. Hearts hammered. Climax hit. Both cried out. Spasms milked me dry.

Skin still scorched. Breath ragged. Pulled out. Cum leaked. Bought the too-small shorts. Fumbled cash. Left. Never returned. Never knew her name. But that fire scarred me forever.