With her so easy to talk to, we had a wonderful dinner and talked about everything and anything. Getting to know me better, she asked lots of questions about me. Getting to know her better, I asked lots of questions about her. Then, she invited me out on the balcony to enjoy the view while we each had a glass of wine and continued to talk. She said she had been divorced for four years and had no children but had many nieces and nephews living in Atlanta, Georgia.
As if we had known each other for years instead of months, we stood side-by-side staring into the hills when I felt her hand rub my ass. Seemingly, she loved feeling my ass through my pants in the way that I hoped to feel her breast through her dress. It felt good for her to touch me. Never expecting her to touch me in such a familiar way, I liked her taking the lead to, I hoped, sexually seduce me. Immediately, her touch awakened my penis again and I was instantly hard.
We put our glasses down and, while facing each other, surprising me as much as she excited me, she leaned in and kissed me again. Andrea kissed me. This time she kissed me longer and with passion. I couldn’t believe she kissed me.
Then, she parted my lips with her tongue and French kissed me. I returned her French kiss with my long, wet kiss. Hard for me to wrap my head around, I was making out with this beautiful, older, black woman with a shapely body.
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As if her lips were plugged into an electrical outlet, as soon as she kissed me, she switched on my sexual passion. I couldn’t get enough of her lips. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Never have I kissed anyone who excited me with just a kiss.
Yet, afraid to touch her, I didn’t want to prematurely ruin what may happen by being sexually aggressive, too soon. Yet, unable to stop myself, I slowly slid my hand down behind her to feel her shapely, black ass through her little, black dress. With her not stopping me, slapping my hand away, or admonishing me, she allowed me to feel her shapely backside.
Not feeling a panty line, she wasn’t wearing panties. I reached down a little lower while continuing to kiss her. I cupped her black ass through her dress in my big, horny hand. Then, taking liberties with her ass, as if I owned her ass and her ass was mine, I felt her ass and squeezed her ass. She seemed to enjoy my ass play.
Again, surprising me, an unexpected pleasure, she took my hand by my wrist and moved it to her breast. She wanted me to feel her breast. Eagerly obliging her, I felt her big breast through her dress, first one and then, the other. I loved her big tits as much as I loved her shapely ass.
With her not wearing panties, she wasn’t wearing a bra either. It blew my mind that this black dress was the only thing that prevented me from seeing her naked. I’d love to see her without her clothes. I’d love to see her naked breasts, her naked ass, and her naked pussy. I’d love to see Andrea naked.
As soon as her nipples erected, again, with her not stopping me but seemingly enjoying it, I fingered her big and hard nipples through her dress. I continued kissing her while fingering her nipples with one hand and feeling and squeezing her ass with my other hand. Then, daring myself to do so, as if I was Captain Kirk on Star Trek, and daring myself to go where I had never gone before, I slowly lifted the back of her dress while kissing her longer and deeper.