The leather leggings favor

Sarah is 41, married, and the definition of a neighborhood MILF. She’s got a killer body, nice thighs, a huge round ass, and big natural tits that she’s started showing off more since her husband works long hours. We’ve been friendly for years. I’d help with yard work or fix things around her house. Lately the flirting had gotten heavier: lingering hugs, compliments on her outfits, her “accidentally” brushing against me.

Yesterday afternoon she texted me: “Hey, can you help me move some boxes in the garage? Hubby’s out of town again.” I walked over and found her in the garage wearing tight glossy black leather leggings that looked painted on and strappy black high heels. The leather hugged her ass perfectly, shiny under the lights. My cock twitched the second I saw her.

We moved a couple boxes, but the tension was thick. After the last one she turned to thank me and I just went for it. I pulled her into a tight hug, hands sliding straight down to grab two big handfuls of her leather-covered ass. I squeezed hard, feeling the smooth, warm material and the soft flesh underneath. Sarah gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead she looked up at me, eyes wide, and then leaned in.

Our first kiss was hungry. Tongues immediately tangling, deep and sloppy. She tasted like mint and wine. I kept squeezing her ass, pulling her body flush against mine while grinding my rapidly hardening cock against her thigh and lower belly. The leather felt incredible sliding against me. Sarah moaned into my mouth and pushed back, grinding herself on my bulge. Her hands gripped my shirt as we made out like teenagers, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks and spreading them through the tight leggings.

“Fuck… we shouldn’t,” she whispered between kisses, but she kept grinding on me. I slapped her ass lightly and she moaned louder. We stayed like that for several minutes, deep tongue kissing, heavy grinding, my hands all over her perfect leather-clad ass.
I finally broke the kiss, spun her around, and bent her over the hood of her husband’s car. I yanked the leather leggings down just enough to expose her soaked pussy and ass. No panties. I rubbed my cock along her wet slit before pushing in raw. Sarah cried out as I filled her in one thrust. She was tight and dripping. I fucked her hard and deep, the sound of her ass slapping against me echoing in the garage. Her heels made her arch perfectly.
“Harder,” she begged. I reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding her. She came hard, legs shaking in those heels, moaning my name. I kept going until I buried myself deep and filled her with cum.

We weren’t done. I pulled her leggings back up, took her inside, and spent the next two hours using her all over the house, on the couch, in the shower, and finally in her marital bed. She rode me in those same heels, leather leggings pushed down to her thighs, tits bouncing as she told me how much better I felt than her husband.
By the time I left she was leaking my cum down her legs and already texting me “when can we do this again?”

Best decision I ever made.