At his sister’s wedding Lewis meets a beautiful older woman. He flirts with her before he gets a chance to find out that she’s actually his future brother-in-law’s aunt. That didn’t stop Lewis for long and they ended up sharing the night together...

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nd our sits. I didn't ask her who she was and who invited her to the wedding, but I learned her name - Lydia. While we waited for Carine to walk down the aisle I kept talking to Lydia. I quickly found out that she loved to travel and try out new things. She was a professor at the university and loved her job. The more she talked with me the more I realized that she was flirting. Feeling more than ready to have an adventure with her, I flirted back. Yes, maybe it looked strange from afar, but I didn't care. Lydia was amazing and all that I wanted was to get to know her even better, and age difference didn't scare me in the slightest. 

The ceremony went exceptionally well and I was cheering with everyone else once my sister got officially married. After that, we moved inside to have drinks and food. Later, the dancing started. I lost Lydia in the crowd for a short moment, but quickly we found each other again. She asked if I was okay dancing with someone as clumsy as her, remembering the morning's events, but I said I didn't care as long as I was dancing with her. 

It felt good to press her close to me, to move to the beat of the music while she was looking at me. She asked if I had any plans for the night. I was surprised with how forward she was, but it was a pleasant surprise. I asked if she wanted to become my plan for the night and she laughed, saying that it would've been more than nice. She told me in what room she was staying in and told me she'd be waiting. I couldn't feel more excited for what was about to turn into one of the best nights of my life. 

After that, I went to dance with Carine. My sister looked happy, but there was something that bothered her, I could tell. She asked me if I really was flirting with Lydia. I said that she wasn't mistaken. Then she asked if I actually wanted to be with a woman who was in her late forties. Turned out, that Lydia was not just a random guest, but Rob's aunt. While our new family connection made me a little nervous, I still couldn't stop thinking about her. I told Carine that I liked Lydia and didn't see anything wrong in pursuing her. My sister didn't look too pleased, but in the end, she couldn't stop me. She had many other things to worry about - the bride's day wasn't over until all of the guests were out the doors.

I walked to Lydia's door feeling excitement and worry. I knew what was going to happen between us, what pleasure we were going to share, but I still couldn't stop myself from being anxious about something going wrong. She had a lot more experience than me and I didn't want to end up not being enough for her. Still, I wanted Lydia too badly to back away. I needed to know how she felt, how she sounded at the height of her pleasure, and I was ready to do anything for it. 

I knocked on the door and, after a long pause, Lydia opened me. She wore a smile on her face and a silk robe on her body. I couldn't tell if anything was hiding underneath, but I was excited to learn that. 

She leaned against the door, asking if I was sure I was ready to listen to her and do anything she would want me to do. I nodded, not yet sure what I was signing up for. She smiled wider and stepped away, allowing me to get inside. 

Lydia's room had two beds, but she assured me that the woman she shared her with wasn't coming for the night. I still felt just as nervous and excited until she put her hands on my shoulders and didn't take off my jacket. I shivered, feeling how soft her touch was, how needy I felt under it. She noticed my reaction and leaned closer to me, meeting my lips with hers. 

She felt soft and warm against me. I was afraid to put my arms around her, too scared that I would mess something up, and Lydia could feel it. That was probably the reason why she grabbed my hand and put it on her ass. I squeezed the soft flesh, noticing that she, indeed, didn't have anything under her robe. 

Before I could fully enjoy our kiss, Lydia stepped back and looked at me with the fire in her eyes. I enjoyed what I saw and was happy to learn that she wanted me so badly. I was about to come closer when she shook her head. That pause made me nervous, but only for a second. 

Lydia went to bed and sat at the edge of it. Her robe slipped off her shoulder, baring the creamy skin of her shoulder. She spread her legs, wide enough to almost let me see her pussy, and I felt weak in my knees. I wanted her, I wanted to taste her and make her moan, and that was the only thing on my mind. 

Lydia saw it, she saw my need for her. She called for me to come closer and then pulled me down. She wanted me on my knees and I was ready to get down for her. My cock was starting to painfully pulse on my pants, but I knew that it wasn't the time to think about my pleasure. I needed to prove to Lydia that I could make her feel good and only then get my reward.

Lydia put her hand in my hair and pulled me under her robe, to her pussy. I could see it, bare and wet, right in front of me and my lips throbbed. I wanted to taste her and I knew that I had to make it feel good. 

I started slowly, learning what moves Lydia would like. She whimpered when I ran the tip of my tongue over her slit, touching her clit and moving around it. She tasted heavenly and I wanted to continue, to get more of her sweet taste. Her hand in my hair also pulled harder, as if also telling me to continue. 

I licked her with the flat of my tongue, expecting a good reaction, and heard Lydia moan out. She called me a good boy and, before that moment, I didn't know that such words could turn me on. She was teaching me new things without even realizing that and I was more than grateful for it. 

I kept licking her, running my tongue over her slit, pressing my lips around her clit. Lydia kept moaning above me, pushing her hips so her pussy would be closer to my mouth. I enjoyed knowing that she liked it, that she wanted more, and I was more than ready to give it to her. 

Then, suddenly, she pulled at my hair again, bringing my face to hers. She kissed me and licked over my mouth, collecting her own juices. It was hot and made my cock throb even more. I wanted to be inside her and I could tell that she wanted the same.

When Lydia pulled away she laughed seeing my face. She told me to take all of my clothes off and come to her. Before I could start, she took her robe off and dropped it on the floor. Then she lay on the bed with her legs spread, showing me how wet she was because of my mouth.

I never undressed as quickly as I did at that moment. My clothes were on the floor in a matter of seconds and Lydia let out a laugh. She offered me a condom and I took it, just as quickly putting it on. Soon I was on the bed, in front of the naked beauty that was on my mind all day. Lydia pulled me closer, our bodies were pressed together, and she told me that I had to make her finish or she wouldn't let me go. That sounded as an enjoyable threat and I took my cock in hand, quickly finding her wet aching entrance.

She felt exactly as I imagined - hot, hugging my shaft tightly, as I thrust into her. My face was pressed to her chest, my lips were teasing her full breasts. She was moaning as she told me how good she felt, and how amazing I was making her feel, and I couldn't be happier to hear those words. I wanted her to be mine, to enjoy it, and I was doing everything I could to make it happen. 

I heard her loud moan and I felt her hands grab me harder. Her wave of pleasure left her soft and relaxed under me. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes looked right in mine as I finished, overwhelmed bu the sensation of her walls squeezing around me. I finished hard, and that sensation echoed through every part of my body, leaving me powerless in her grasp.

Lydia smiled looking at me and kissed me again. I eagerly answered, feeling that it was only the start of our night and I would still need a lot of energy to keep up with Lydia's needs. But I was ready for it.