Mahek meets Paul again

My name is Mahek, a South Asian girl raised in the West, in a family where rules were tight and desires stayed hidden. Still, I found my own way. With Paul

(where desires finally spoke is my first encounter-posted few days ago)
Hi everyone, this is Mahek again. I hope you liked hearing about my last experience.
Today I want to share what happened the second time I thought about my friend Paul. You might remember him—he was in his early sixties, very tall, about six foot two, and lived alone in his bungalow on the farm. There was something calm and strong about him that stayed in my mind.
This happened when my family had to leave suddenly because of an emergency. Someone needed to stay back to look after the house and our valuables, so I agreed to stay alone. On the outside, it felt like the right thing to do. But inside, my thoughts were already going somewhere else.
I had five days to myself. I kept wondering how I could see him again. I made small plans in my head, then changed them, then made new ones. Just thinking about meeting him made my stomach feel tight and warm at the same time.
I had his number saved in my phone. I had never called him before. I would open my contacts, see his name, and pause. My fingers hovered, my heart beating a little faster.
Five days alone felt like too much temptation. And staying back at home no longer felt boring—it felt like something unexpected was waiting to happen.
I dropped my parents at the airport. Once they were airborne, I left the airport. My first stop was for clothes. I chose a pair of tight jeans that hugged me perfectly and a soft yellow top that felt warm against my skin. After that, I slipped into a boutique and found exactly what I wanted—sleek black heels, impossibly sexy, the kind that changed the way I walked and the way I felt inside my own body. I had already decided I wouldn’t wear any lingerie. The thought alone sent a small thrill through me.
At the chemist, I lingered only a moment before picking up a cock ring for Paul, my pulse quickening as I imagined his reaction. Everything was falling into place.
The plan was to visit him early the next morning. I’d leave the house while it was still dark—the drive was long, and more than that, I didn’t want anyone noticing me slipping away before sunrise. Some secrets feel better when they’re carried in silence.
I woke up early; the house still wrapped in silence. After breakfast and a long, warm shower, I dressed slowly sliding into my new tight jeans and pulling on the yellow top.
I arrived at Paul’s at ten sharp. He blocked the car from the road, sealing us into our own little world. When I stepped out in my black heels, he kissed me softly and led me inside through the back.
We sat facing each other with coffee between us, talking lazily. Then I stretched my legs forward, letting my foot find his, brushing him slowly, teasingly. He spread his legs just enough to welcome it, and I pressed my heel closer, watching his reaction. We stayed quiet, letting the tension build, both of us savouring the moment without a single word.
I walked toward the glass door that overlooked the farm, sunlight spilling in, warm and inviting. I mentioned how perfect the day looked, bright and unhurried. Paul came up behind me, close enough that I could feel him without turning around.
“What do you mean?” he asked softly.
I smiled, not facing him. I told him he already knew why I was there. He pretended not to understand, but I could hear the tension in his voice.
I turned just slightly and said it again, slower this time, letting the meaning linger between us. I hadn’t come for conversation. I was there for him—for what we both wanted but didn’t need to say out loud anymore.
I slid my hand forward and rested it there, feeling the hard swell beneath his boxers. I brushed over him slowly, deliberately, enjoying how solid and responsive he was under my palm. His body told me everything—no words needed.
He moved closer, his hand sliding to the front of my jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the zip down and slipped his hand inside. I didn’t need to look or ask—I could feel his intent immediately.
My breath caught as I leaned back into him, fully aware of what he was searching for, of what he already expected to find. My clitoris was all erect out of my hood. That’s what he was looking for …... he started rubbing my clit and the upper part of my fanny. at the same time his lips on my neck and his big, long tongue licking my neck. it felt so hot. Then we went outside and under the tree he hugged me

He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped it halfway down. Now his middle finger on my clit moving up and down my slit from my clit to my vagina. I was pouring out juices now. His finger got sticky. I pulled his trousers down and so did his boxer. His monster was released and I grabbed it and started it to wank. Slowly he started inserting his middle finger in my vagina. first half and then full. I started breathing heavily as I was near to orgasm. then he suddenly stopped. He pulled out his finger, and I gave him the cock ring. He applied the ring. I was on my knees and was sucking him. He gagged me on his cock. The sound of that juicy cock ssp ssppp ssspp sssp with my saliva on him was so sensual.
He turned me over toward the tree, and spread my legs, I bend forward and popped back my ass and my pussy clearly popping out . now I was standing in my heels, bending forward, my jeans on my knees and full length of my pussy clearly visible and my vagina slightly hidden by my small lips. He sticks his face between my thighs and got a good grab of my pussy and took it as a whole in his big mouth and started sucking it. Then he licked it nicely with his long tongue. I pulled my top up to release my boobs. My nipples all erect. Then he took his erect cock with dilated veins and applied some lube on the tip. Started rubbing it slowly up and down between my pussy, then he came towards my vagina, my vagina all ready to accept this monster, he inserted the head first, I could feel my vagina getting slightly stretched. Then he inserted it again and pulled it out, then on his third attempt he went half cock inside my vagina and started fucking me till his full cock was inside me hitting my cervix hard. The sound of my wet vagina and his wet cock , and my ass cheeks and his thighs sk sks sksksksk sksksks felt so erotic. He squeezed my right boob as he fucked me. I could not believe myself that I was standing outdoor with my jeans down and an older man behind me with his cock inside me and fucking me . I was having sex. Sex really feels so good. I was moaning like a slut as I knew no one was around us. he was enjoying fucking me from behind . after 10 minutes he started breathing heavy and said he is going to cum. I said fill me up handsome. And all sudden I felt his cock head getting more bigger as he drilled my vagina and there was some shots of cum fired on my cervix which was warm and forcefully fired. He pulled his cock out and all his cum started pouring out from my pussy over my jeans. He lied on the grass and breath heavily. I went to kitchen and wiped away myself. Then I came out and we chatted for 15 minutes. Then he took off my jeans, and I was only in my top and so was he and he took me towards my car. I lied on the bonnet of my car and he spread my legs and started fucking me. I could not believe I was getting fucked on my own car. I had an orgasm and we had to stop. Then we went to the shed all naked now. Our clothes were all over the place in the back lawn. there was a box where he made me lie and took his toolbox and took out a plier. He grabbed my clitoris and pinched it slightly it was painful but erotic feeling. He said he never seen such a big clitoral hood before. Then he squeezed my nipples with the plier. Then he started sucking my boobs. he sucked both and slapped them to make my nipples more erect. Then we walked to his bedroom where we had sex again in missionary position where I was moaning loudly. he cum inside me again . now we were both naked walking around in his house and had another coffee. we came out in the lawn on the back walking alone. Nudity feels so good when you are alone. He cock seem to be all tired, flaccid, his balls hanging down. We went back to his house and had shower. As I was leaving, he grabbed me again in his kitchen bend me over his kitchen table and pulled my jeans down and inserted his middle finger in my vagina and rubbed it fast and over my g spot till I had an orgasm. I was energy less now.
I left his house. Came back home. Had a proper shower and the pills. I could not believe I was fucked a few times today. But I was excited and happy with this encounter . I put the jeans in the washing machine as it was soiled with my juice and his sperms.
Unfortunately I could not meet him again due to few reasons. .
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