The Lift

A few days ago I went to the hospital. I stepped into the lift and a woman who looked married walked in right after me. She stood directly in front of me. We were alone. The doors closes

And before I could even process it she knowingly pressed her ass back against my lower body. I froze for a second, completely shocked. Then she pushed harder, fully sticking that soft, heavy ass right against my cock through my trousers. She started rubbing it all around slow, deliberate circles, dragging those thick cheeks up and down the length of my shaft until I was rock hard and throbbing against her.

She was around 32 years, curvy as hell, that hot married figure with full hips and a round, juicy ass that felt perfect grinding on me. The smell of her hit me hard warm, seductive, expensive perfume mixed with pure skin. It made my head spin.

I was flattened by it, going crazy while she kept rolling her ass against my cock like she owned it. I wanted to grab her, spin her around and kiss her right there, but the lift reached the ground floor too fast. The doors opened and she stepped out like nothing had happened, but the look she threw me over her shoulder was pure invitation.

I caught up to her outside and took her number. She didn’t even pretend to hesitate. A few days later we met at a bar. We danced close from the first song. She turned her back to me again and started grinding that same soft, heavy ass right against my cock, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles while the music played.

I could feel every inch of her through the thin fabric of her dress. My hands settled on her waist, then lower, gripping those full hips as she pushed back harder, teasing me until I was aching. We left together and went straight back to my place.

The second the door closed behind us I had her.

I kissed her hard, tasting wine and something sweeter on her tongue, while my hands slid under her dress and grabbed that perfect married ass. She moaned into my mouth and ground the soft heat between her legs against my hard cock. I peeled the dress off her, then the thin black thong and bra, and laid her back on my bed. She watched me with dark, hungry eyes while I stripped, her thighs falling open.

I climbed between them, guided the thick head of my cock between her slick folds, and sank into her in one long, deep stroke. She was soaked hot, tight, and so ready that her pussy stretched around every inch of me with a wet, filthy sound. I fucked her slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before thrusting back in to the hilt, watching those full breasts bounce with every stroke.

She clutched at my back, meeting every thrust with a roll of those soft hips, moaning louder every time I bottomed out. I hooked one of her legs higher and drove deeper, harder, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. She came first, her married pussy fluttering and clenching hard around my cock, thighs shaking as she cried out.

I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, and when I finally came it was with a low groan, buried deep inside her, flooding that tight, wet heat with thick pulses while she clung to me and whispered filthy encouragement against my ear.

I stayed inside her afterward, still hard, still buried in that soft married cunt, her body warm and pliant under mine. The gold band on her finger pressed cool against my skin as she traced lazy circles on my back, and the look in her eyes told me this was only the beginning.