The Story of a Mature Woman – Stories from the Suburbs, Part 5

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I was startled awake by the phone ringing. I was alone in the room. I looked at the phone and saw it was her calling. She said she had been in a meeting that morning and hadn't woken me, but was calling during her break to see if she could slip away later.
I checked the time and it was already past 10 a.m. I was getting ready to get up when she called, saying she was at the door. She came in, dressed neatly, with a smile on her face. It was hard to reconcile the dignified woman in front of me with the wild and passionate woman I had been in bed the night before. Indeed, it was the same person. She brought me some food and said she had extended my room reservation. She said I could rest at noon if I wanted to leave today, or leave in the afternoon if I wasn't busy, or leave tomorrow.
I asked her if she had enjoyed it last night. She said she had no idea sex could feel like that, and wondered if she would get tired of sex if she couldn't find that feeling again. Then she pinched me and said, "You really fucked me to death, you fucked my pussy raw. This morning I found that my vaginal opening was bleeding from you. And you ejaculated a lot. It was even leaking out when I was sitting in the meeting earlier." I said, "Who told you to be so tight? It's been so long since I've been fucked, my hymen has healed." She said, "You got off easy, huh? My ex-husband said I didn't bleed the first time I slept with him, so he thought I wasn't a virgin. He was obsessed with it, always wanting to find a virgin, and he kept telling me to learn how to do it in porn. When I was pregnant, a distant cousin came to my house to take care of me as a nanny, and he slept with her, saying she was a virgin. I was furious, and we fought for years before finally getting a divorce. And you, you actually made me bleed! What the hell is going on?"
As we talked, we started again. I didn't take off her clothes, but just lifted her skirt, pulled down her pantyhose and underwear halfway, and pressed her against the mirror on the wall, fucking her from behind. She was still wild, unbuttoning her shirt herself and pulling her breasts out of her bra. In the mirror was a disheveled white-collar woman, her full breasts swaying, being violently fucked from behind by a strong man. This wasn't porn; this was us.

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