I Love Mature Women. Lovely Granny Katerina
I reached her building five minutes early, and there she was, sitting, waiting for me. She looked wonderful, wearing a summer dress that showed copious cleavage. It had short sleeves like the one from yesterday. She was showing loads of lovely bare arm, and had her legs crossed, displaying delicious leg flesh too. I sat down next to her and we smiled at each other.
“You look lovely! Beautiful!” I told her. She beamed back at me and said some Russian words, but I couldn’t understand. She put a hand on my cheek and with a Russian accent said, “Handsome! Beautiful man!”
I leant forward and kissed her. She happily reciprocated and we had another blissfully wonderful kiss. I could have sworn it was even better than the kisses we had shared before.
She smelled of talcum again. A lovely clean scent. She stood up and held her hand out for mine. I stood, and she led me to the building lobby. Instead of pressing the button for the elevator, or kissing just there, she led me to the stairwell, and then up a few steps. She turned to face me, standing a step above me, so she was almost the same height.
“Kiss!” she whispered, and we kissed softly but passionately. My hands went around her waist. The height difference made it easier, and I inched forward so we could press against one another. It was probably more comfortable for her, not having to crane her head back when we kissed. I felt her lovely belly and breasts press against me, and she let out faint little squeaks as we kissed.
My hands roamed down and under her dress, and I felt the cotton of her big granny panties. I slipped both hands under the material to feel the skin of her big soft buttocks. I squeezed and kneaded them eagerly, not knowing whether this would be as brave as she ever got with our encounters. Happily, she seemed to enjoy it, and didn’t shush my hands away.
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Author
Martin Archer currently resides in Los Angeles, California. He sorely wishes he led the lives of the protagonists in his stories