Edging Sex With A Milf

This story of edging sex is a much shorter version of what I generally post. After a lot of feedback, I wanted to share something about what happened with no previous context. I hope you enjoy it.

This happened about a year and a half ago or so, just before the pandemic hit the city of London. I am working in a corporate IT job with really flexible hours. I met a woman on the Ashley Madison app who surprisingly was not fake.

We started the initial chat and quickly caught on. We were desperate to meet for coffee, which happened in no time. We discussed all the general stuff as we flirted and giggled as two young lovers. But she had completely other intentions, and she didn’t hold back.

She expressed an interest in edging sex. At the time, I was not sure what she wanted. Right then, she invited me to her home, where everything was laid out. Suddenly, I felt I was preyed upon, and it was exciting and equally scary. I was in two minds.

But everything happened so quickly. I was committed to having pleasure with her, and my brain was numb. She was definitely the lioness, and she had found her gazelle. She was going to devour me. She was wearing jeans, and I was in casuals too.

She asked me to make myself comfortable and lead me to her room. It was full of kinky things that I had never seen – from feathers to rigs, rope play to machines. Everything was assorted and had its place. There were various pictures of poses and sexuality depicted all around on the walls.

She came back to the room wearing a black velvet bunny suit that made her look even more gorgeous. She was an older woman (maybe 10 years or so older than me). Salt and pepper hair. Curvy Latina. Very busty and nice big round booty.

A perfect milf, full of life and sparkle in her eyes, and you could tell she wanted to play. We both were desperate and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were rubbing our hands gently, looking into each other’s eyes.

We were waiting to see who would make the next move. The lioness or gazelle. I was nervous as hell, I wanted to squeeze her big juicy tits, but she held my hand and allowed me only above her shoulders. She made the first move and came closer.

We started out kissing on her bed. Tongues intertwined as her hands started to wander. Every time my hands tried to wander, she would push them back above my head. She finally told me to stay calm and trust her. She reached behind her pillows for some wrist straps already hooked to her bedposts.

This was the first (and only time since) I’ve dabbled in being submissive. Once my hands were restrained, she went back to kissing me. She was whispering in my ear to stay calm. Relax. Enjoy it.

Her hands wander down to loosen my belt. Unbutton my slacks and slowly pull my zipper down. As she begins to pull both my slacks and boxer briefs down, my already throbbing cock bounces out. She smiles. She looks directly into my eyes and asks if I’m ready. I nervously nod yes, still unable to move my arms.

What proceeds to occur was arguably the most intense 2 hours of my life. Using only her hands and some baby oil, she starts slowly stroking me. Pinching and pulling my foreskin gently and running her fingers on the tip. She was gently scratching all over my thighs and everywhere.

Teasing me with her fingertips and massaging my balls. Then stroking me harder and faster until I feel almost ready to cum. Apparently sensing this almost magically, she stops immediately. Blowing on my cock. Running her fingernails up and down it gently.

She was teasing around it until I calm back down. Then she cupped it with my balls like a small bird, blowing kisses as it shrunk in size. Once I start to soften, she starts again. Over and over and over. My legs were shaking. Toes curled. Entire body quivering.

I have never in my life been brought so close to release, only to be denied. Over. And over. And over. Aching to finish, but her enjoying the control she has over me. As we reach the two-hour mark, she asks if I would like to go back to work now.

I whisper yes but beg her to let me finish. There is no way I can go back like this. Kissing my neck, she whispers, “Don’t worry, Papi, I got you.” Stroking me firm yet gentle, fast yet slow enough to enjoy it. I feel it boiling up inside me.

I’m moaning more than I ever have in my life and squirming on her bed. Legs were shaking beyond my control. “Please…please…please,” I whisper. Completely out of breath. Unable to form any other coherent thoughts. She coaxes me on, “Come on, Papi, cum for me. You earned it.”

Finally, I feel it boiling over, exploding everywhere. Spurt after spurt. Load after load. All over her hands. Her arm. Her face. In her hair. The most I’ve ever cum in my life in one sitting. As the final little bits dribble out, I realize my legs are almost cramping.

A sense of euphoria hits me. Stars/colors flashing before my eyes as I sigh and relax back into her bed. She leaves only to return with a hot towel. She was cleaning me off.

She was helping me get back dressed. I ask if I can see her again as I would love to return the favor. She informs me that she has a girlfriend who is quite adept at taking care of her needs. But I am welcome back anytime if I would like another session.

Apparently, it’s a kink of hers that her GF allows. Safe to say, we met regularly. Each time was more electric and exciting than the last. Sadly she moved out of state when things were relaxed during the pandemic after a year of meeting me.

I have never had another experience like that and am still searching for something as exciting as an edging session.

But happy to hear your feedback and comments. Please write to [email protected]. You can also read my previous story here.