"You really didn't have to get dressed up," I told this beautiful woman, holding her hands in mine on the table. I had told her about this little Italian restaurant in the city where I lived, which was only about half-full, as it was past nine o'clock on a Monday night, with only a few days before Christmas. I loved that you came to me to visit me, you looked beautiful, and I was adoring her. She took me here, to give us time to just talk, to explore what we had started online.

"I've gotta look good for my little boy," she grinned. She had just turned forty a few months ago, but she was still strikingly beautiful; her lush hair still shone vibrantly in the candlelight, her endearing eyes sharp, quick to see everything, but also tender and kind, not even the slightest hint of a wrinkle on her face. She wore a long black dress which hugged her figure perfectly, the gold necklace with diamond pendant that her husband had given her last Christmas hanging over her large, supple breasts, complimenting the two diamond earrings that sparked beneath her wavy hair. She sported matte-black high heels to match her dress, displaying her unbelievable feet; the high arches, smooth skin which showed no sign of age, and delectable toes, which were painted dark red to accent and contrast the whiteness of her flesh. She had added a few pounds to her figure over the recent years she told me, some might even call her a little chubby. But the simple fact was, to me it seemed to add to her allure; her legs were to die for, not to mention her busty chest and round butt.

I noticed that I had grown erect and immediately felt proud and excited that she was here with me, that she had traveled to meet me. Her warm smile and soothing voice kept me at bay, kept things soft and mellow. I squeezed her soft, thin hands, admiring her fair, almost pale skin, untarnished by marks or freckles, her creamy skin the smoothest I'd ever felt.

We got lost in conversation, catching up on each other's lives over the past few months in between mouthfuls of pasta, filling in what we hadn't mentioned during our numerous talks on the phone and online. It felt easy comfortable, what I wanted, it was not a lust, but it was an attraction, a caring that was growing. She looked at me like no woman had ever before; her eyes were always understanding, compassionate, and loving, but as we talked her eyes fell upon mine in a much deeper tone, purposeful and intent, but on what I didn't know, I had thought that our online loving was just that "online" after all she was older then me, old enough to be my mother, it was too much to really expect us to become lovers, so I had put it in my head that the visit, was just that, she had grown to a place where she cared for me. She loved me and I did her too. But I had it in my head that I would only take what she gave me, that I would not push at all, that all that had gone on before "online" was just a tease, but now that reality had come to pass and I was having dinner with her, that was a different thing all together.

It was after eleven that we got to her hotel suite, still talking and listening and laughing together. She pulled off her heels and we sat on the black leather couch together, my eyes wandering to her creamy legs whenever her gaze fell elsewhere, her heavenly feet toying with my emotions.

"Do you want a massage honey?" she asked me, standing on the couch on her knees. "You look tense."

"I'm fine," I resisted weakly and nervously, but I never could say no to my fantasies. Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I slid forward, giving her enough room to kneel behind me. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed my back, her gentle hands pressing on my spine and shoulder blades. We fell silent, only the sound of our breathing and of her hands rubbing against my skin audible. She drew herself straight up on her knees, her warm hands rhythmically massaging my neck and shoulders.

"Oh, that feels amazing," I moan, letting myself lean on her body, my head resting on her stomach, just touching the bottoms of her breasts.

"Good. Just relax sweetheart, I'll take good care of you," she said sweetly. Her fingers found every knot in my neck, shoulders, and back, then my jaw, her slight fingers pressing the sensitive point under my ears. The last few days my Grand Master had been working me out very very hard. My muscles were sore and strained from overdoing it in sparing and training. The holidays were hard around martial arts schedule. And I was trying to get in as much training in as I could to get ready for a Tournament in February that I was going to go to.

After giving me the best massage I ever had, she lowered herself down and wrapped her arms around me, my hands holding hers while her cheek pressed against mine.

"Do you want to lay down with your head in my lap? Many times I have imagined as we talked online that you were with me like this," she whispered, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"I'd love that," I accepted, putting my legs across the couch while she sat down. I lowered my head into her lap, resting on her silky smooth thighs that were mostly hidden by her dress, holding her left hand on my chest while her right tenderly brushed my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed, completely forgetting about the erection pushing on my jeans, which was undoubtedly noticeable, but she didn't say a word.

I was calming down, but I was nowhere near tired. The gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead and hair with the care almost like a mother would display, was meant to ease me into a moment of just tenderness, yet it was filling me with lust. I did the best I could to stay calm, to pretend I wasn't having the kinky thoughts I was having, but I could never hide my feelings really. She took her hand from my chest and rested her palm on my forehead.

"I've got something for you," she whispered. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers grab onto the left strap of her dress, pulling it over her smooth shoulder, down her arm, unveiling the top half of her left breast...

I was amazed and delightfully in shock and then she placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me. "Relax honey. I took some medication that makes me lactate. I have thought about it so much after reading your stories, it's the most natural thing in the world," she soothed, smiling at me as if I were a child again.

"Why are you on medication?" I asked, concerned.

"Well it's not actually medication, I'm taking hormones. The milk is actually very healthy and tastes quite good. Now shh, drink my milk sweetheart, I did this for you, it is all for you" She lifted my head up and slipped the dress strap off her arm, uncovering her firm, supple tit. It was the perfect shape and size, her flawless nipple hard, the areola surrounding it just the right size.

My mind no longer think; all I wanted at that moment was her nipple, and I didn't hesitate. I latched onto her bosom, placing my right hand on her side, just below her boob as I sucked on her teat. She held my head in the crook of her elbow, her hand holding my right shoulder, her left squeezing her breast to get the milk flowing. I suckled her nipple, being careful not to bite, drawing warm milk into my mouth. I couldn't believe how good her milk tasted; it was sweet, thin, with the tinge of her skin enhancing the flavor. The backs of her fingers brushed against my cheek while I drank from the teat of heaven. OH my God all my prayers were answered in that moment that I heard her moan in delight.

She slid off her other strap, letting her dress slide down to her waist and unsheathing her second jug. I laid back a bit more and she held my head closer to her shoulder so my face was in her right bosom. I latched on and sucked on her nipple, quickly drawing milk, her left hand caressing my stomach while I drank my fill. I moved my hand from her side and onto her left breast, gently squeezing and feeling her firm mammary. I felt her warm hand slowly make its way down my stomach, her fingers forcing their way into my pants, finding their grip on my hungry penis...

This time I didn't resist. I continued to suckle and grope her bosoms while she caressed my engorged member, stopping for a moment when she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, but her hand quickly returned. I drank until I was no longer thirsty, then I looked up at her, our eyes locked as lover's.

I sat up, placing my left hand behind me and holding the back of her head with my right, pulling her into me as she pulled me into her. Her hand held my cock still as we both closed our eyes, our lips coming together in one passionate embrace. We returned with another, then she opened her mouth and I followed suit, our tongues slowly dancing in one another's mouth, a dance that felt like it could last forever, and I wished it would.

She pulled away, placing her hands on my chest in a motion to stop. Confused, I thought she was pushing me away, but she gave me a reassuring smile and slipped out from under me, pressing her hands on my chest again, this time getting me to lay down. I obliged, laying comfortably on the cold leather. She stood at my side and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulling them off along with my jeans and placing them on the floor. She knelt on the couch and laid down between my legs, her shins resting on the armrest, feet just visible to me above her head.

My hard penis awaited her on my stomach, but she started elsewhere. Her rosy red lips kissed the insides of my thighs, then both of my neatly trimmed jewels. She licked my scrotum, lifting my balls with her tongue, running the tip along my septum. She ran her tongue up along the bottom of my dick several times, applying more pressure with each trip. She covered my shaft in kisses and flicks of her tongue, her hands fondling my hips.

The thumb and pointer finger of her right hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pointing it straight up towards the ceiling. She held my tip to her lips, softly kissing and licking the head, her eyes closed, smacking it against her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, slowly inching back and forth, from midway down my penis up to the corona and back, her cheeks pulled inward from her strong but gentle sucking. I held her left hand on my hip, rubbing her delicate knuckles with my thumb, stroking the hair from her forehead with my other hand.

It was the best blow job I had ever received; her teeth never touched my dick, her low purring was so beautiful I felt like crying, and her mouth never left my cock even for a moment.

She began taking me farther down her throat, coming down a little more with each bob of the head until she was taking most of my shaft, returning again and again without so much as a whimper. I wanted this to last forever, her moist lips eternally bound to the love stick she gave me.

Her lips squeezed my head and gave one last suck, then parted with a kiss, leaving my stick wet with her saliva. She got off of the couch and stood beside me, slipping the dress from the waist to her feet, then her cute black lace panties, revealing her fully naked figure.

The beauty of the one place I had never seen entranced me, just like her breasts had a short time ago. Her vagina was surprisingly compact, especially for a woman of forty, almost as if it had never been touched. The lips were small along with her clitoris, which had already popped out of its hood, and her dark reddish pubic hair, which appeared brown in the feint yellow glow of a nearby lamp, was trimmed neatly.

She didn't give me much time to stare, as she quickly got back on the couch, straddling my hips. She placed a hand on my stomach, reaching down with the other to hold my cock steady while she lowered herself. Her pussy was incredibly tight as she inched farther down, her hand joining the other on my stomach, mine holding her knees at my sides. She breathed out heavily when I was fully inside her, pausing for a few moments before she slowly began to move her hips from side to side, back and forth, in a circular motion, her small lips kissing the base of my engorged member. Her gates of heaven clutched my rod tighter than a virgin's, the pleasure more intense than I had ever felt before. Her hips kept a constant rhythm, her back arched, her voluptuous bosoms squeezed together by her arms, her head tilted up with closed eyes, her throat faintly purring.

Her hands left my stomach and she leaned forward, putting her weight on me, her forearms resting on the couch. She raised her butt and brought it down, slowly and gently, over and over, my hands holding her plump cheeks. She kissed my lips tenderly, then rested her forehead on mine, content to simply breathe on each other, her breath more heavy than mine, her hips steadily pleasuring the both of us.

The smell was intoxicating; the mixture of her natural aroma and that of her Chanel No. 5 perfume made me salivate. I felt the tingling sensation of orgasm approach, the sensation tingling throughout my body, the pleasure increasing. My breath became heavy, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks, my legs stretching.

She quickly raised her hips up and off of my stick, swiftly moving and kneeling between my legs as the sensation peaked. Her lips wrapped around the head of my penis in the knick of time, her right hand stroking my shaft as warm cum shot into her mouth, her left holding my hand while I squeezed it firmly. I grabbed her hand and held it still on my cock, which was spasming uncontrollably in her warm embrace.

My whole body shook in the most satisfying orgasm of my life, my diaphragm struggling to operate. My lover drank from my cock, sucking semen out vigorously until it stopped coming. My penis rapidly deflated, softening in her palm as I let go of her hand, catching my breath as my body recovered. She stopped sucking and let go of my shaft, instead holding me in her mouth while she rubbed my thighs until the swelling had fully subsided.