Well, you did say MILF, and you aren't a liar!

“Damn right.” You turn back around to face her. She leans up against one of the posts that holds up the small roof extension over her porch, idly sipping her coffee without taking her eyes off yours. “Those greasy perverts would probably be looking just as hard if their headlights had caught a glimpse of you. And I’m always up for some company.”

“Seems a little dangerous with them still around, if you’re trying not to get caught,” she says, almost no inflection in her tone. “Thinking about going home yet?”

“God, no, still got too much to see! I haven’t done this in four years, no way a couple of nosy pricks are going to end my fun early.”

“Mm.” She smiles, a graceful and restrained expression, but a sincere one. “Well, Anna, it might be a good idea to lay low until they get bored.”

“Are you offering?” You can tell your voice is teasing now, trying to make her say it first. It’s been a long time since you got to flirt with anyone you thought was even sort of cool. You hoped you’d still be as badass when you were 40-something. Wordlessly, she turns away, opens her door, then steps inside. After a few seconds of making you wait, she pokes her head back out.

“So, did you want to fuck or not?” she asks, her voice husky and seductive, far more than anything you can muster. Of course, she has more experience, which isn’t something that escapes notice of your libido as you almost skip up the brick steps and into the house. She closes the door slowly behind you, and you have just enough time to set your underwear and purse down before she’s on you. You groan as the older woman kisses you, eagerly responding as you can feel yourself dripping down your legs. God, you’ve needed this so bad.

“Like I said, total MILF!” you say between kisses, quickly disposing of the bathrobe’s belt. “Anyone we should be being quiet for?”

“Only when we whisper,” she tells you as she sheds her robe. “Otherwise, you can be as loud as I’m going to make you want to be.” The promise in her words makes you gasp as she kisses your neck, arms reaching around and feeling down your back to your firm ass. Your chests press together as she sucks gently, careful not to leave any hickeys, but strong enough to make your hips push against hers each time the pressure builds up.

“Yeah, no one on Earth would be interested in these,” you whisper sarcastically as your hands slip between the two of you. She moans, **** to retract a little as you squeeze her tits. Sure, there’s a little weight of time on them, but you’re honestly impressed at how firm they still are after motherhood and four decades. She bites her lip as you shove her back against the door, kissing down her chest until you take one of her nipples into your mouth and slide your tongue around it while your hand mercilessly pinches the other.

“Christ, I haven’t had sex in two years!” she moans as you suck on her nipple. Fuck, that’s less time than you, still. “And trust me, my ex-husband didn’t half the idea what he was doing as you do.” You grin to yourself, then bite her nipple softly, pulling a pained, but eager groan from Melinda. As you do, your hand slides down her stomach and dips below her hips, then carefully teases her vagina for a moment. Feeling that she’s getting very wet under your attention, you let your fingers slide inside and swiftly find her clit.

“Longer for me,” you pant out as you start to dance your fingers around it, “but I think I still know the territory.” Her look of surprise at that information quickly fades as you stimulate her pussy with increasing speed and fury. She bucks against your hand, kissing you hard and hungrily as you keep her pressed up against her door. God knows what she was drinking coffee on her porch for at nearly midnight, but you’re glad it’s kept her awake and enthusiastic. As you fuck her faster, her back arching as you feel her cunt throb subtly, she starts to let out sharp, higher-pitched moans. You grin, making sure she sees that you know what’s happening, then move directly on to her clit before spinning expertly around it. Melinda screams as she cums, squirting down your hand, one of hers’ pinned by your grip and the other grasping at the frame of the threshold for support. You don’t stop screwing her with your fingers as she goes up and down in pitch, several climaxes riding their way out before you finally show any mercy and pull your dripping hand back.

“You can be a little rough.” She smiles as she says it, eyes closed in the afterglow still pulsing through her body. “That a one-way street or can other people drive?” You grin, kiss her again, which she answers quickly, then lean up to her ear.

“Well, Melinda, if you’re asking?” you whisper, your voice laced with the wanton lust you’re feeling right now. “You can fuck me any way you want, as hard as you want, and I’ll still love it until I’m soaking your goddamn floor in fucking appreciation.”

She seems to like that answer as she takes control, the two of you making out as she guides you into her kitchen. You note for a moment it’s nicer than yours before she spins you around so you’re facing her island counter. She slides her hands up and over your large, perky tits, taking her time slowly squeezing them as you shudder from sensitivity and anticipation. She kisses your neck while she does, her tits a welcome feeling pressing against your back as much as how your ass fits so well pressed up against her soaked crotch. When she intensifies her grip on your breasts, moving into groping them purposefully, you moan out her name loudly. She effortlessly removes your hair tie with one hand as the other pushes her manicured nails into your chest. They don’t break skin, but as your near-black hair flows down your back freely, you bite your lip until you slip into a submissive groan of surrender from the wonderfully agonizing sensations of them digging into your skin.

When her hand on your chest slips away, you can barely register what’s changing by the time she has you bent over the counter, ass and pussy well-exposed to her as your nipples grind just a little bit against the marble countertop. You feel her fingers at the left side of your hips as her right hand delicately strokes its fingers over your cunt before one of them slides inside. It doesn’t even take her a second to find your clit, and as you groan in enjoyment of her starting to finger you, you’re equally appreciative of her having chosen a position that mitigates the possibility of her pretty nails becoming a problem.

“You like that, Anna?” she teases you as you grasp at the stone, doing your level best to let her have total control by not rocking your hips backs as much as you desperately want to for more, more, more. “You like an older woman controlling your pussy like this?” You nod, unashamed of the answer. God, she’s so fucking sexy, you don’t even have words to describe the way she’s taunting you with her hands. Every time you feel yourself starting to crest, she finds a way to tease you back down without letting go of the edge. It feels frustrating, horrible, and absolutely goddamn amazing. “God, you’re so hot! I can’t believe those assholes couldn’t even tell you were Latina, it seems like the least they could do! Hm. If I had to guess … parents from Argentina?”

“Fuck, Melinda, good guess!” you pant out with a grin before groaning and gasping again, fingers pressing hard against the counter as she almost makes you cum again, only to draw back.

“It’s your voice. You still have a little bit of the accent, but not much. I have a weakness South American accents, so it’s not that hard for me to tell the difference,” she confesses as you feel her hand leave your hips and wrap slowly into your hair. “And your body is spectacular! That doesn’t have anything to do with me telling, it’s just true.”

“I really appreciate your intersectionality!” you moan as she pulls your hair, making your back arch and your breasts finally leave the cold stone as your hands find purchase on its edge. “And the compliment, of course. FUCK, don’t stop! I swear to Christ, I’m about to cum so hard I’m going to break your kitchen tiles when I squirt, please don’t stop screwing me!” You bite your lip, hard, so hard it hurts a little as she uses her grip to brace you while she speeds up. You can tell by her steadily increasing pace she’s listening to your request as your clit throbs beneath her fingers. You pant, breasts heaving as you sweat very slightly, dancing on an edge you want, need her to push you over.

You scream as she moves her fingers on either side of your clit, then sweeps over it, keeping it wet and slick as she reaches a feverish pace and you start to gush down your legs. You moan and gasp with short, ragged breaths as one of the most intense orgasms of your life rushes through your body, unable to stop from pushing back into her hand with undisguised need. She doesn’t stop, pulling harder on your hair and mixing the pain of it magnificently with the orgasms sending a torrent down your legs, one after the other tearing through your body viciously. You finally stop spasming and writhing beneath her with a longing shudder as she draws her fingers over your pussy, then away, and lets you collapse on to the counter. It takes a few seconds to get your bearing enough to slide down to the floor, the cool tiles a relief from the intense heat radiating from your sweaty body.

“Thank you,” you hear her say as she spoons you, and you nestle happily back into her. “Feels good to let go again. And to feel sexy. Especially with someone as beautiful as you.” You giggle as she kisses your neck, very gently this time.

“And thank you.” You look over your shoulder and kiss her softly, between each point. “For not selling me out. For understanding what I’m doing. And for fucking me like a monster. Seriously, I can’t stand up yet.”

“Good. Though I’ve been running on ‘hot younger woman,’ fumes since you made me cum up against the door. Needed to prove I still had it.”

“Mm, in abundance, trust me.” The two of you discuss the neighborhood, make fun of the dumbasses you evaded earlier, and hold each other until you feel your balance returning after, mm, half an hour? It takes a long time; she sort of kicked your ass. But when you manage to stand, careful not to slip on the very damp kitchen floor, you feel confident again, energized.

“Heading back out?” she asks from her living room, putting on a loose-fitting tank top after already retrieving some comfortable panties. You nod.

“Yeah. I’m not done yet. This was great, but it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good. I want to ride it,” you tell her as you walk towards the back door. You pause, return to the front hall, and collect your purse before heading back. “Oh, and you can keep the underwear.”

“I don’t think we’re the same size,” she responds with a broad grin, looking over your flush, naked body about to be exposed to the open air again.

“No … but I don’t want to carry them.” You make a mock face of being too tired or exhausted before grinning back. “I just figured I can come get them back. Later. That a problem?” She bites her lip and shakes her head, to which you shrug at her smugly, then open the door.

“Be safe, Anna.” She moves to close the door after you, and the two of your kiss, briefly, but passionately, before you step off her back stoop and into the night.