Getting near the end of true stories from reading through my old diaries. This one goes back to New Years Eve in 2015. I was staying in Sapin with a lady called Julie. She was five years younger than me, 5ft 3 inches tall, lovely 36D tits and a mouth like a hoover.
We had first met when she was married about 3 years earlier on an adult dating site. At the time she was in a slightly abusive relationship where her husband had said he didn’t have to worry about her cheating on him as no-one else would fancy her. That was especially harsh as I thought she attractive and had a great personality. We met up every 3 or so months where I got to experience her great oral technique.
That went on until he found messages on her phone and told their kids that their mum was a whore. Ignoring the fact that he had cheated with her then best friend when she was pregnant with their eldest.
She went silent for about a year before getting back in touch. We met up and had an open conversation where she said she had not wanted to meet up to often as she was developing more deeper feelings for me. She asked me what I thought about her and I was honest when I said I would be very happy with a more conventional relationship. We had been in that mode for about four months by the time we went to Spain for New Year.
Come the night we decided to go down to a bar on the harbour. It was warm even for Spain in fact we had been on the beach during the day – it was 21 degrees. She had gone topless for the first time in about thirty years and had let me run some sun cream in to ensure no burnt nipples – I took plenty of time to ensure that.
So when she came out of the bathroom all dressed in a low cut knee length sparkly dress I was already for just staying in. But we walked down the 15 minutes or so to the harbour and got two stalls by the bar. There was a dance floor and DJ and it was fairly busy. We had had a couple of drinks when she leaned in and said “there’s something I forgot to tell you”. At which I was thinking the worst before she continued “I’ve gone commando tonight”. I nearly spat into my cocktail. Like any guy would I immediately looked into the area of her pussy to see I could see anything. She caught my look and said “maybe I will let you confirm it later”. She slipped off her stool on to the dance floor as a slower tune came on and my hands immediately went to her arse so I could try and verify. I was pretty certain she was telling the truth but she quickly moved my hands up.
For the rest of the evening she continued to tease me – hitching her skirt up and opening and closing her legs. But it was impossible to see from my angle although she may have flashed some other guests sitting on lower seats away from the bar. Come midnight and the Spanish tradition of 12 grapes and a glass of cava. Based on the numbers of grapes you can eat in the 12 strikes of the clock is number of months good luck you will get next year – the uvas de suerte – all the bars provide them. I managed 7 and was quite keen to head off home. We watched the fireworks on the beach and then I managed to persuade to head back to the apartment.
As we walked up the road from the harbour she let me keep my hand on her arse and by the time we got to the top of it I could wait no longer. I dragged her round with my left arm and started to kiss her passionately whilst my right hand found the hem of her dress. I started to work my fingers up the flesh of her thighs until I suddenly felt the softness of her trimmed pussy hair. At that moment we were bathed in the light of a car’s headlights and we broke apart.
We walked on a bit more until we were in a quiet road not far from the apartment and I pulled her round again. I hoisted her dress up to make access easier and exposing her arse. This time I stuck gold and got at first one and the two fingers inside her. She was already soaking. After a few minutes she started to groan and her hips spasmed almost breaking my fingers. Pulling her dress back down we both hurried back to the apartment and as it still warm straight out on to the balcony where there was a sofa. She pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra releasing those gorgeous tits. They seemed to gleam in the moonlight like big silvery white orbs. I tried to match her in speed was soon naked. She pushed me on to the sofa and clamped her lips on my cock and started her hoover like sucking. I saw my phone had fallen out my trouser pocket and was nearby so couldn’t resist taking some photos of her sucking away. I have them until this day.
I knew I would not last long like that so managed to extract her and lead her over to the balcony rail. “that was very naughty” I said and started to smack her arse as she bent over. This was doubly horny for me as she was a school teacher and the sort of spanking her just added to my excitement. So after a few slaps that definitely bought a glow to her cheeks I slipped easily into her warm pussy and started to pump away. She was groaning away and I reached round to grab her tits and pinch her nipples which bought an even louder gasp. I stood back up and watched my cock sliding in and out and noticed her arsehole almost starting at me. I had not been near that up until then. So I wetted my thumb in my mouth and move it towards the star. I eased it in and she let out a gasp and I felt her cum again which was enough to make me empty my balls. They had never felt so drained.
We headed to bed and in the morning she let me have her arse with my cock and we repeated our balcony sex in the afternoon. A great way to start the year. But the grapes were right seven months later she announced unexpectedly that although she loved she wasn’t ready for a long term committed relationship and to my surprise ended it. But I still have the memories and photographs of that night.
