talk of groping married women

In my teens my mother would take me to the open market on the weekends. In the summer it was always beautiful. Crowds of people would gather around the stalls to buy their fruit & veg, summer clothes etc. More often then not couples would come to shop around. Some occasions you get married women turning up by themselves.

As a teenager a married woman was the 'Ultimate Sex Goddess' she wores this ring on her finger. She always had a smile on her face. She wore the sexiest clothes (nice tight fitting skirt revealing those plum peachy cheeks). She was in touch with her body and knew what looked good on her aaaaaaaahhh.

Some of the married women had part time jobs in the local offices. They would come down to the stalls to do their shopping at lunch time. Wearing their business suits which revealed their finger licking thighs.

I would find myself staring at these mature women as they leaned across the stalls to look at what was on display. As they leaned across, their skirts would be lifted slightly to reveal more nakedness of the thighs.

How I yearned to be leaning across these sex beauties my thighs pressed against thier naked thighs. The voices in my head would roar aaaaaaaaaahhh.

WANTING YEARNING WANTING YEARNING AAAAAAAHHH the primal drive roaring inside me like a hungry tiger who wants to devour and eat and eat aaaaaahhh.

Then oneday I told my mother I wanted to go to the local library. So she dropped me of at the library and as soon as she had left. I sprinted back towards the market place.

As ran my mouth was salivating, my heart was beating. I had visions of all those married women leaning over the stalls shaking their buttocks. There buttocks were screaming "feed me nanbread feed me".

I knob was already getting hard and was showing as a bulge through my tracksuit bottoms.

Finally I reached the market stalls and almost foamed at the mouth. There was a married woman in the crowd with her daughter leaning over the stall. I moved up slowly behind her and like a horny rabbit who cant stop thinking about fucking. I mounted her.

My hard pole slide into the hot dog position in her crack aaaaaaaahh such a feeling. The pleasures of placing your knob inside a married womans crack. So erotic so exciting aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.

I stood there and wanted to fall asleep in this position with my knob in her crack. Suddenly she elbowed me in the stomach and I moved backwards. She looked behind and stared at me. I blushed and moved on.

Nanbread never gives up that easily !! ehehehhe. I found another married woman, slim, blonde, heavenly buttocks. This time she had two of her children with her. She leaned across the toy stall asking her children what they wanted.

I again crept up behind her and began pressing my whole front on her body. Then began mounting her. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH I though i am in heaven. This is heaven ahhhhhhhh. The sides of my knob could feel the warm wet walls of her crack so beautiful.

I wanted to butt fuck this woman so hard but decided to take it easy for fear of getting into trouble. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH I placed my lips next to her neck and pretended to lean over to look at the toys.

I could smell the scent of her neck. If I could only kiss her neck and tell her how gorgeous she was. This sexual married angel from heaven. How lucky her husband must have been to beable to fuck this sex goddess every night in the buttocks.

I pressed alittle harder into her backside. Deeper and deeper i went into the black hole. She turned round to look at me.Oh shit I thought, shes going to give me trouble. But shit she just smiled and carried on.

Being a teenager I was almost infactuated by her smile. The way she looked at me. It was though she wanted me there by her side pressing harder and harder. How I wanted to hold this married woman and tell the whole world this is my woman shes mine.

Sadly this could not be so I enjoyed my time pressing and pressing, rubbing and rubbing against her mature womanly body, feeling every curve of her waistline her back her buttocks.

She eventually said "Come on kids time to move on". She looked back and smiled at me I moved away to let her pass. I tried to open my mouth to say I wanted to see her again but my throat was dry.

That night I dreamt. I wished so hard that I would beable to see her again. But if never ever happened.

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