The Magnetic Milf - Ch. 01

It was the middle of summer; the temperature on the car dashboard read 29 degrees. B pulled up the handbrake on his shiny new Ford Focus and with a click of his key locked the car and headed into the park.

The sun scorched in the sky, colouring the grass with a healthy green trim, a slim, toned brunette jogged past B, headphones in, face focused. B wondered if her trim was as neat and tidy as the grass beneath his feet. Deeper into the park he walked, he passed a tall leggy blonde striding along the path, a short navy skirt and white blouse fashionably presenting the shape of her body, giving distinction to her long legs. The blonde had her mobile pressed to her ear her mouth busily chattering to the person on the other end of the phone, B fantasised her mouth getting busy on him.

As B got closer to his destination, he passed a busty older ginger woman, she tugged on the lead trying to control her energetic Labrador who was desperately trying to dash off ahead, the lack of sex he'd been having lately had really started to tell with B as again he found his mind wondering how good it would feel to have the busty ginger, tugging on him.

Still striding on with his broad shoulders and dad bod beginning to sweat in the summer sun, B reached his destination: a park bench to meet his work colleague Winnie. As he approached the bench, B spotted Winnie already sat down waiting for him, she prided herself on being punctual and looked as though she had been waiting a little while for B to turn up.

Winnie was a petite woman, standing at just 5ft 1 in height, she had dark curly hair and glasses that sat perfectly on a cute nose, her big blue eyes studiously glistened from being her glasses. She had a curvy body, and still looked fairly youthful despite having 3 children and being in her mid 40s.

"Late again," she playfully teased, flicking her tongue as B approached. B laughed, tapping his wrist at an imaginary watch and protesting that it had only just gone one minute past their scheduled meeting time. The pair sat, chatting over how they would handle a particularly difficult client in an upcoming meeting they had scheduled, still feeling horny and sexually frustrated B found himself drawn to subtly glancing at the side of Winnie's black bra every now and then as she raised her hand. Her flowery perfume filled his nostrils; he wasn't really sure what it was about this woman, but she excited him more than anyone he had ever met. Seemingly oblivious, Winnie continued with their conversation, discussing the forthcoming meeting in her prepared and organized way.

Unbeknownst to B, Winnie was struggling with an internal dilemma herself, unsure if it was the heat or B's blue, piercing eyes and wicked sense of humour but something was making her feel incredibly wet downstairs. The meeting neared an end when a rare breeze blew some paperwork out of Winnie's hand and onto the floor. B bent down to pick it up; in doing so, this inadvertently gave Winnie a waft of his aftershave. The pair's eyes met as B gently placed the paperwork back into Winnie's hand, brushing her fingertips with his own. The atmosphere between them felt like fire, magnetically with their eyes still locked, their lips met in a delicate but powerful kiss, their tongues wrapped around each other, the kiss lasted only a short while before reality separated them and they both bashfully quickly said their goodbyes heading in opposites directions still processing what had just happened.

When Winnie got home that night, she was restless; she lay awake in bed next to her sleeping, impotent husband. She bore no anger towards him, yet still resented the lack of interest he showed in both her and sex. Winnie closed her eyes; she wondered if she should feel guilty for the early kiss with B, but in truth she felt no guilt at all. The strongest feeling she had right now was a burning desire to get herself off. She wasn't a novice sexually, being in her 40s and having three kids, but she had only had the one partner with her sex life becoming none existent as the years passed, so much so she'd found herself dealing with things by becoming celibate. Her recent meetings with B had changed things, though. Imagining his big hands running all over her body, she slid a hand down her knickers and massaged the top of her clit. She let out a muffled moan, remembering B's lips passionately kissing hers; she secretly yearned for this man, swatting away the reality that nothing could ever happen between them. Continuing to massage her clit, her pussy drenched in juices, she moved her free hand up to her nipples under her T-shirt. Finally, she slid two fingers inside herself, using her thumb to continue massaging her clit. It wasn't the greatest rhythm, but it was sufficient; for the first time in years, she silently climaxed, taking care not to wake her sleeping husband. She experienced her first orgasm in what must be at least 5 years. She cleaned up in the bathroom, wondering what B was doing right now and what he was thinking about.

On the other side of town, B climbed out of the shower and dried himself with a towel. He felt relieved following the wank he'd had pre-shower; his imagination had got him off, fantasising about what he'd do to Winnie if he could properly get his hands on her, the thought of spreading her big peachy arse and smashing her from behind being the thing that pushed him to the point of no return.

He climbed into bed next to his current girlfriend, a controlling alcoholic and mother of his children, who rarely made him feel anything but rage when they had lazy, unconnected sex. He sadly wished he could be sharing a bed with Winnie right now, as he drifted off to sleep ahead of work the next morning.