First Time Sex with a Hot MILF – Volume 6

First Time Sex with a Hot MILF erotic short story by Jeremy Wahl.
A MILF mom had just broken up with her husband back in Tennessee and is just about to get a taste of Jeremy’s big dick! One of Jeremy’s most excellent adventures. Read this one!

First Time Sex Series – Volume 6 – First Edition

Author Jeremy Wahl is in New York City to visit a friend who gets called in to work on a Saturday. What to do but walk around Central Park taking photos and enjoying the spring day.

After lunch he returns to the park and sees a stunning MILF reading a book on one of the benches. Smooth as butter (well almost), he sits down next to her and engages her in conversation.

The woman has twins and twin melons on her chest. She’s just had a bad breakup with her husband and she gives Jeremy the red carpet treatment. Does he figure it out? Of course he does!

This MILF has a couple of tricks up her sleeve during the evening’s festivities. Jeremy thinks he is in control a couple of times, and this experienced MILF turns the situation around and makes him feel like an amateur.

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©2020 Jeremy Wahl. All rights reserved. Written by and published digitally by Jeremy Wahl. Jeremy writes erotic fiction based on true stories with the names and sometimes places changed to ensure anonymity.

I was visiting a friend in New York City for a four-day weekend. Friday night we went to a couple of the clubs, with MK’s being the highlight. I was standing there talking to him and couple of his co-workers and all at once all their eyes lit up.

Then they politely looked away from whomever it was they saw. My buddy Tom leaned toward me and whispered, Brook Shields is behind you.

‘Yeah?’

That was interesting. I had some sort of crush on her when I was younger, but I hadn’t thought of her for years. It was kind of funny to see her effect on people in my group.

Me?

I never turned around to see her.

I don’t know, it’s bizarre to me that we treat people special because they’re in film, or on television. I shot a lot of models in Los Angeles that were ‘famous’ in their own right. Some of them had been on TV shows, most had been in commercials. Some had married very famous people.

I remember a girl in one of our photoshoots, a model named Kelly. She was dating Sylvester Stallone. She asked a couple of us at the shoot if we wanted to join her and Sly for dinner. I had something else to do. I just never wanted to get involved with people like that. People who casually did coke or something else. People whose lives revolved around things I’d never cared about. Not saying Sly was doing coke, but Kelly was doing lines in our darkroom between shoots!

I’m more interested in real people. I’ve met Woody Allen. I’ve met John F. Kennedy Jr., Sean Penn, Iman, David Byrnes wife, Miss America (1990? Gretchen was her first name I think), and a few others. OK, I did the work, it was 1989. Gretchen Carlson.

Guess what? They’re normal people like everyone else, with the exception of having hundreds of thousands, sometimes hundreds of millions of people know who they are.

Who cares who they are unless you happen to have grown up with them? Unless they’re a friend, who really cares what they’re doing?

Interesting, this life, isn’t it?

It was interesting for me early Saturday morning when my friend got called into work to fix a server problem. He worked in the IT department of a department store and the server had crashed hard.

Not knowing how long he’d be, I took a cab uptown with my camera and walked around Central Park for a couple of hours.

I watched some musicians, a clown, and some juggling act. I shot very few photos. I walked outside the park to get a couple of slices of pizza for lunch. On the way back to the park I sat down on a concrete bench on the sidewalk outside the park because a hot looking MILF was sitting there by herself. Reading a book.

She had long blonde hair that was held up off her neck. Her big beautiful blue eyes are what really caught my attention and made me stop. As I came toward her, she looked up briefly, saw me looking at her and she seemed slightly embarrassed by us locking eyes for that brief moment.

I had to stop and have a seat.

It’s normal when you make eye-contact with a girl, it happens all the time by accident, doesn’t it? However, if there is any reaction by the girl when you do, then it means she was looking at you other than by complete accident. Doesn’t it?

Most times. It may also mean she is cringing inside to see you looking at her. There’s a difference. The discerning man can figure it out! Maybe most can’t.

If you accidently make eye-contact, you don’t really have time to be embarrassed because you’re already looking somewhere else after that.

Anyway, just had to say that because I know somewhere there is guy reading this (or a gal) who needed to hear it.

So, when a girl is embarrassed because you just locked eyes, if you’re interested in her, you have a better than zero chance of getting to talk to her for a bit. Ask yourself, was she cringing? If not, why not give it a go?

Guys are so concerned about getting some kind of sign from a woman before they make any effort to talk to her. I agree, it can be difficult trying to figure out how you’re going to approach someone. But, if you have eye-contact and true embarrassment, that is your sign. Trust me.

It isn’t the best sign in the world, but it’s a sign and you should give it a shot!

‘Did you come to Central Park to read a book?’

‘Yeah, I did.’

‘You didn’t come to people-watch?’

‘Oh, I do that also.’ She smiled.

‘Did you see the lady with the Chihuahuas walking crossing the road over there?’ I smiled.

‘Yeah, I did. She must have had a dozen of them! Do you think she owned them or was just walking them as a service?’

‘Good question! I thought she owned them, but what do I know?’ Better not to come across as the know-it-all. I wasn’t even from New York.

‘Crazy people you see in the city, right?’ She said.

‘So many interesting people, yeah.’

‘Are you crazy too?’ She asked, teasing me a bit.

‘No, not so much!’ Then I paused, wondering if I should go for it or stay weak.

‘I was a little crazy about meeting you though.’

We both laughed out loud at the silliness of what I said. She pursed her lips and looked back down at her book.

‘Oh yeah, you were right?’ She asked.

‘Do you live here, or are you on vacation, or, uh, fill in the blank?’

‘I’m in New York on a break from life,’ then a pause. ‘And I am trying out for a commercial.’

‘Are you an actress?’

‘No, not yet. Just trying to see what happens.’ She said.

‘Ah OK, sounds fun. How long have you been in the city?’

‘Just over a month. I rented a place between second and third avenue over Mumbles Restaurant. You know that one?’ She asked.

‘I have heard of it. It has a catchy name.’

‘I know, right? I met the owners and they said they had a floor above they could rent out.’

A floor above? Wow. In my mind I was trying to guess how much that was running her. Americans, always trying to figure out the money side of things.

‘Where are you from?’ I asked. Her southern accent was unmistakable the more I heard her talk.

‘Tennessee, you?’

‘I can hear your southern twang, its adorable.’

‘L. A. for most of my life but I’ve lived a few places around the states.’

‘What do you do?’ She asked.

‘I work on computers,’ I lied. No sense telling her I wrote graphic literary porn for worldwide consumption.

‘Nice job, did you have to go to school for that?’

No, I just picked it up and worked my way up through the ranks.’

‘You’re real smart, huh?’ She smiled coyly like she didn’t believe it.

‘Ha! Are you being facetious?’

‘I was.’ She admitted.

‘I like that. You must be smart.’ I said.

‘What did you do in Tennessee?’ I asked.

‘I had a business. I have a business. My partner and I were having problems and I decided to get out.’

‘Oh, OK.’ That explained where the money came from.

‘Are you also a photographer?’ She pointed down at my camera.

“Sort of yeah. I’ve shot models portfolios and I did some catalog work in Los Angeles for a couple of years.’

‘Oh wow, that’s great! I have twin daughters, they are ten years old. They’re at art class right now.’

‘Yeah? Are they beautiful like their mom?’

*** Continued in the Full Book HERE ***

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