Horny titty fuck in the swimming pool
With a mature woman in the swimming pool In the swimming pool I lay completely relaxed on the sunbathing lawn and let my eyes wander over the women present. All figures, all ages are represented. I especially like looking at their crotch, imagining what it might look like under the panties: whether shaved pussy or hairy bear, whether big mons pubis or rather camel toe, maybe long labia from the cleft protrude, and so on. A hobby of mine.
Not far away was a mature, plump woman lying on her stomach, the one-piece black bathing suit barely covered a luscious buttocks, I could see large breasts .. Not bad, I thought, you’d have something to massage and knead properly if you …. Now she turned around. My gaze falls on a small, round tummy, slightly parted tight thighs, in between the mons pubis, tightly covered by thin black lycra, obviously quite fully developed and what is visible at the edge could be some cheeky pubic hair.
Oh how I would like to lie between these thighs…. I always try to deduce from the eyebrows and lips of women how they are built underneath: whether the pubic hair is dense or thin, dark or light like the eyebrows, whether the lower lips are like the upper ones: narrow or fully developed. Are just such erotic mind games. So my gaze wanders up from the crotch – straight into her eyes, which look at me slightly amused and knowingly.
Fully caught !!! Awkward !!! I avert my gaze, embarrassed. But a short time later I peek again. She bends one leg, spreads her thighs a little. Her hand wanders to the crotch of her swimsuit, fingers lifting the fabric to adjust it – just high and far enough that I can see her full labia for a split second, beautifully embedded in an incredibly lush pubic mound – before her thighs close again.
Coincidence or intention? Shortly thereafter, the Rubens woman stands up and walks right past me. She must be in her fifties: shorter, white-grey hair. She gives me an enigmatic, sensual look as I pass. She knows exactly what I was just thinking about. Now she also pulls her panties tight in passing. her vulva is clearly visible between her thighs from behind – lying on my stomach, I am painfully aware of my erection . A few meters away she stops, greets a grey-haired man, kisses him briefly and whispers with him, grins.
Obviously her husband or boyfriend. He laughs, hugs her from behind, playfully bites her neck and whispers something in her ear. She laughs throatily. The man embraces her hips, puts his hand briefly on her crotch, squeezes and then lets his fingers slide under the edge of the panties. That’s impossible !! Looking half over her shoulder, she looks at me: lasciviously – eyes half closed now, mouth slightly open.
– I get a pipe, such a horny, mature fuck !! The two, hugging each other, push off in the direction of the cabins and disappear into one. My pants are tight and hot, I need to cool off, rush to the pool, dive in and swim a few laps. doesn’t help. I can’t get the sensual mature woman out of my head!! My boner is pounding, I have to do something. Out of the water, I’m heading towards the changing room when I see one of the cabin doors open and the man from before come out – alone, behind him the door closes … read more
