The week before we left went by slowly, but finally the moment arrived. She stopped by to pick me up in her soft top Jeep. She was wearing a tight camo tanktop that outlined her outstanding C-cup breasts. I spent many hours of those first two dates resisting the urge to just reach out and touch them.

True to our agreement, I saw just a single sleeping bag in the back for our trip as I jumped in.

“You ready?” she asked.

“I was born ready for this,” I said and we were off to the forest on the land her dad owned.

Neither of us did much talking as she drove deeper and deeper into the woods. We both knew what was likely going to happen, but we didn’t want to verbalize and kill the mood. So we watched the moon hide from our view as the tree limbs overhead became thicker and thicker. Soon after she stopped the Jeep on the side of the dirt road and turned to me.

“We’re walking from here, mister.”

I grabbed the sleeping bag out of the back and we headed down a trail into the woods. She started telling me about her childhood growing up on this land, the forts she had, the trees she climbed. The conversation eventually moved to the guys she had found on uk adult personals previous to me.

“I’m the only you’ve brought here?” I asked. “Come on, you’re kidding me.”

She shook her head no and grabbed my hand as we walked further into the woods. We stopped talking again as the sounds and noises of the woods around us got louder and louder. The warm summer air was slightly cooler underneath the trees.

Just as I was about to ask how much further we were going to go, we reached a clearing in the trees. Out here away from the city the stars were brighter than I’d ever seen. Without any words, she took the sleeping bag from me and unrolled it in middle of the field.

I loved her direct manner. Without saying anything, she took off her clothes and laid down on the open sleeping bag, looking up at the brilliant night sky. I shook myself out of my trance and danced my clothes off as I made my way across the clearing. She sat up on an elbow and watched me get closer, shedding clothes as I walked toward her.

It seemed wrong to start talking so I just laid down next to her, the sounds from the forest more than enough to listen to as our bodies explored each other. At one point she was riding me and I looked up and saw her face framed against a backdrop of stars – the milky way – and the way she leaned down and her breasts touched me sent me to another place. Several times that night.

We slept zipped up together in the sleeping bag, the one we would keep with us for the rest of the relationship. In the morning things were changed. In a good way, though as we became great sex friends.

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Looking around and not seeing her, I opened to the first page. Dear Tom, I read. I was in shock. Why was her erotic diary started with a greeting to me? I know you’re probably confused, the writing continued, but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to share these feeling with you for a long time now.

I stopped reading and looked around the room, waiting for a hidden camera crew to bust out of the ceiling and point their fingers at me, laughing. Nothing happened, though. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reading some more.

Her sexy handwriting continued to tell me that she had feelings for me. The funny thing was that I’d had feelings for Melissa too, ever since we’d had a couple classes together last semester. I still couldn’t believe what I was reading, but I couldn’t stop reading either.

By the third page of specific detail of what she wanted to do to me, I found my hand sneaking down the front of my pants. I caught myself and looked around. She was still gone. She said she had to study for a while at the library. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back on the bed, her erotic diary to me in one hand and my other hand undoing my pants.

As I was just about to read about what she wanted to do to me with an ice cube, I was at full mast and furiously working my hand up and down, getting into her words like I hadn’t ever gotten into any words ever before.

When I got to the section that described foods she wanted to eat off my body, I let out a moan. I was lost in the moment, not caring if her roommate or anyone else walked in for that matter. Then I heard the door. As I tossed the book to the side of the bed and fumbled to get my pants up, I heard her voice. Her sweet, sweet voice.

“Don’t put that away,” she said, walking into the room and dropping her backpack on the floor. I think I left detailed instructions about what’s going to go down in this dorm room tonight. You didn’t peak at the journal, did you?

I didn’t know what to say. I was red in the face and a little embarrassed. I decided to go with the truth. “Um yeah, I kind of accidentally started reading and …”

“And I see what happened,” she said, still smiling as she walked across the room and kissed me. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I want you to last a little bit later.”

She could see I was having trouble getting back into the moment, so she swooped down and took me into her mouth, moving up and down quickly. I only lasted a few brief moments with her doing this before I let out a gasp and tried to pull her head away. She was having none of that, though, and wouldn’t let me out of her mouth until I’d stopped squirming all over the bed.

“Oh dear,” she said, her hands moving to her breasts. “You so get me hot.” Perhaps I should join a adult dating site instead?

I couldn’t disagree. Not once. The whole night. It was great.

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When she called me up out of the blue one Monday evening after work, I was a little surprised. I let it ring and answered it as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Kevin here,” I said.

“Hey, it’s Tabi… you know, from work…”

I knew who she was, but I played it off. “Yeah, yeah, I think I’ve seen you around on the 14th floor.” I didn’t want to tell her I’d been trying to plan my trips around the building delivering mail to coincide with where she was going to be. That would just be creepy, though.

“I’ve seen you watching me, you know,” she said, taking me off guard. “It’s kinda cute.”

Was she reading my mind?

“So anyway, it was extra stressful and I was needing a way to unwind and I was wondering if you might listen in while I have a little go at relieving some of the stress?”

That’s it, she was reading my mind. “Um, yeah, sure,” I managed to say into the phone. I leaned back into the couch wondering what she would say next.

“Feel free to touch yourself too,” she said. I didn’t need any encouragement as I undid my pants. “I just love the way your voice sounds,” she sang into the phone, “It makes me so hot… tell me what you’re doing.”

I started talking to her, not knowing what I was going to say next, just going with the flow. I knew I was hitting the right words as she began to moan louder and louder through the phone. Then she began to talk to me, taking me through what she was doing to me, what she was seeing, what she was feeling, what she was wanting to do.

And my hands moved over my body bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. We both went back and forth, knowing when to talk and when to shut up and let the other half have a go at letting go with words, working the other one up.

We reached a moment where we were both at the peak and we stopped speaking and the moans escaping from our mouths told the whole story. And her voice made me hotter and my voice made her hotter and soon we were both not able to hold back any longer.

She hit the peak and her shriek caused me to release across the room as her soft moans continued to reach out to me through the phone.

“Alright,” she said suddenly, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Call me later if you get bored.”

With that she hung up and I sat on my couch, phone in one hand and my little monster in the other, wondering if what had just happened had really just happened. Two hours had passed. I love rollover minutes.

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Eventually, she seemed to get tired of talking and we drove in silence. Mile after mile of the Irish countryside passed outside. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt her hand moving into my lap. I sat up just a little bit, surprised but with a smile on my face.

“You fancy a little Irish Car Blow?” she asked, laughing.

“I think I know what that is, but do I really want to know?” I smiled back at her, keeping my eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel.

She didn’t say another word as she undid her seatbelt and turned sideways on the front seat. Her hands continued dancing over my lap, undoing my pants. I sighed as she took it out, rubbing it with her hand.

“You ready for this?” she asked?

Before I could answer, her head slipped down into my lap and she took me into her mouth in one quick motion. I bloody love Ireland, I thought, as I drove down the deserted country road, a rock wall to the left and right of the car.

Her head bobbed up and down, with her tongue working its way up and down and around the tip and once or twice I peeked down at her and saw her intently working, getting me closer and closer to the explosion. Such a dedicated worker she was, such a tender and skilled mouth artist, her lips brushing, moving against me.

I don’t know how many miles had passed or even how many minutes had passed, but as I climbed a hill in the rental car and saw the sun set on the horizon in the distance, her mouth took me over the top and I released into her mouth. She cleaned up quick and had me put away before I knew it.

I looked over at her and she smiled at me, her tongue licking her lips seductively. “So you want to stop at that B&B I was telling you about?”

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I just nodded my head and punched down on the accelerator, not being able to wait to get to the farmhouse to take her in the big bed in the west wing of the house. I could hear her soft moans already. I could feel her breasts, her ass, her lips all over mine.

She laughed and looked out the window. I reached over and took her hand in mine. As the sun set on the foreign land and our adventure just started, we both knew that it was a night in Ireland we’d never forget.

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One afternoon I received an email from her inviting me to her off-campus apartment for some help with homework she was having trouble with. I had a hard time imagining her having difficulty with any type of school work, but I replied that I could come over later that evening. She thanked me and said she looked forward to it.

As I walked toward her apartment, I realized that she hadn’t even told me what kind of homework she needed help with. Perhaps I would luck out and it would be something I could help her with, making me seem a hero to her 21 year old damsel in distress.

She answered the door wearing a short low cut dress that let me see the shape of her breasts. Concentrate on her eyes, concentrate on her eyes, I thought as I smiled and she motioned for me to come in.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said. “I really didn’t want to ask, but I have to pass this class.”

“It’s not a problem,” I said, “I’m here to help. What do you seem to be having problems …”

Before I could finish the thought, she’d stopped in middle of the living room and slipped off the sun dress. She stood before me naked, peering into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. The problem was that I didn’t know what I was thinking at that exact moment either – other than that I needed to feel her against me.

I walked across the room and took her in my arms, her firm skin felt good as I moved my hands over my body.

“I have this biology exam, you see,” she said weakly and I smiled. Her humor attracted me to her. Almost as much as her pert breasts. Well, ok, the breasts attracted me a little more. At least at the current moment.

I started kissing her body as her hands began to undress me. Soon we were on the couch moving together. She whispered to me in French. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I knew what her body was saying as I moved in and out of her on the couch. Soon we both climaxed, our bodies pressing together furiously.

We played a few games of Scrabble then went at it one more time in her bedroom. I felt bad about giving her a B in my class at the end of the semester, but I wasn’t grading her on our time spent alone.  She understood. She was wonderful that way. We ended up spending a few more nights together before we drifted apart after she graduated, but nothing compared to that first night I helped her with her homework … all night long.

If you don’t like “helping” people with their homework and you’re interested in more mature, experienced ladies you should look into the world of granny dating, you’ll be surprised what some grannies get up to!

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