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gambit30
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Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of some of the adventures I embarked on. It's up to you, readers to decipher which are true and fiction. I may or may not post some pictures with these stories. If I do, please refrain from asking for videos; I do have them, and if I want to, I will post them in the video section of this forum. Comments are very much appreciated. Thanks, and enjoy!
It started with cigarettes and subtle green jokes.
Grace was ten years older than me—44 to my 34 when we met—but age melted into irrelevance the moment you saw her. She managed a small apartment building where I used to have lunch nearby, also tending the sari-sari store below. I’d drop by after eating to buy smokes, and over the weeks, the casual "Hi ate, pa-yosi" evolved into something unspoken but electric.
She had this confident calm, the kind of grace that only comes from knowing who she is and not caring what people think. Her curves didn’t beg for attention—they commanded it. And when she smiled at my sarcastic one-liners and responded with her own cheeky comebacks, it felt like a slow dance neither of us had the guts to lead. Not yet.
We stayed in that dance for months. Cigarettes, sly glances, banter laced with innuendo, laughs that lingered a little too long. Then came March 2020. Rumors were swirling—about lockdowns, curfews, the world grinding to a stop.
Three days before everything shut down, I stopped by as usual. We chatted, teased like always, but something about that day felt heavier. The air buzzed. I looked at her and said with a half-laugh, half-challenge:
“Baka mag-lockdown daw. Baka mahaba-haba ’to. Eh kung totoo na lang kaya mga biruan natin?”
She paused. The silence between us lasted maybe two seconds—but it felt like a held breath. Then she smiled, slow and knowing.
“Sige ba.”
We met the next day on our day off. I picked her up near her place, both of us pretending this was just another casual errand. But once we reached Sta. Mesa and closed the door behind us, all pretense fell away.
We didn’t waste time. She turned to me and pulled me close—no games now. We were laughing, unzipping, exploring each other like two people who had waited too long. Her scent, the softness of her skin, the way her breath hitched when I kissed her shoulder—everything was heightened.
When I undressed her, leaving only her bra and panties, I was stunned. Her body wasn’t just beautiful—it was unapologetically real, lived-in, and still wildly sensual. She pulled me onto the bed, and we kissed like we were making up for all the months of missed chances.
She tried going down on me; however, she has a cute little mouth that can't even fit the head of my manhood. She giggled and just went ahead and licked my shaft all over, but always playing her tongue on my head. Oh man, when I took that bra off, these lovely big breasts bounced while she was licking my shaft. I then let her lie down and then went down on her freshly shaven pussy. In between licking her pussy and playing with her clit I asked when the last time she had sex and she said 5 years.
I said, "Seryoso?"
She just smiled and nodded
She was warm. Responsive. Honest with her moans, and with the way she guided me with her hands and her hips. And when we finally moved together, it felt like something we both needed—not just for pleasure, but as a release from the tension of the world outside.
I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed my manhood in the mouth of her freshly shaved pussy, and when I went in, oh man, she was not kidding that it had been long since her last, because she was fucking tight! I didn't even last 5 mins on our first round, I told her I'm gonna cum and asked where I should cum, she said "Iputok mo na lahat sa loob!" she softly cried. I looked at her with a face asking if she was serious, she then said "one year na ko hindi nagkakaron, menopause na daw sabi ng OB". A few more passionate and powerful thrusts and boom! I filled her pussy with so much cum, when I took my dick out my juices were overflowing her tight little pussy.
I wasn’t proud that I didn’t last long that first round. She teased me, of course, with a wink and a laugh, but I took it as motivation. I made it up to her—thrice.
By the end of it, her hair was a mess, and I was catching my breath with her lying beside me, tracing her fingers across my chest.
We didn’t know what the lockdown would bring or how long it would last.
But in that room, for a few stolen hours, we found something both reckless and comforting—proof that even as the world closed in, connection could still cut through the silence.
We met again two days later—the day before Metro Manila went into lockdown.
I messaged her that morning:
"Walang pasok. Gusto mo bang maulit yung Sta. Mesa?"
Her reply came instantly:
"Kung ikaw ulit katabi ko, kahit isang linggo walang labasan okay lang."
This time we chose a different spot—somewhere quieter, a low-key motel in Anonas. We brought snacks, a Bluetooth speaker, and a boost in confidence. The awkward tension was gone, replaced by something smoother. Familiar.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Grace turned and pushed me to the wall—not with force, but intent. Her hands explored me like she'd been thinking about it for days, and maybe she had. I kissed her slowly, teasing, tasting her neck, her collarbone, her breath catching as I traced the lines of her waist.
She whispered things in my ear—things I can’t repeat here, but let’s just say Grace knew how to talk. How to turn words into friction.
We took our time. She let me rediscover every inch of her. She rode me slowly, fingers digging into my chest, her eyes locked with mine like she wanted to remember the moment forever. I could tell she hadn’t felt this wanted in years. And I made damn sure she knew she was.
Afterward, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms with music playing softly in the background, she whispered, “You know what’s dangerous?”
“What?”
“This. I might start liking you.”
I smiled, kissed her shoulder, and replied, “Then we’re both in trouble.”
It started with cigarettes and subtle green jokes.
Grace was ten years older than me—44 to my 34 when we met—but age melted into irrelevance the moment you saw her. She managed a small apartment building where I used to have lunch nearby, also tending the sari-sari store below. I’d drop by after eating to buy smokes, and over the weeks, the casual "Hi ate, pa-yosi" evolved into something unspoken but electric.
She had this confident calm, the kind of grace that only comes from knowing who she is and not caring what people think. Her curves didn’t beg for attention—they commanded it. And when she smiled at my sarcastic one-liners and responded with her own cheeky comebacks, it felt like a slow dance neither of us had the guts to lead. Not yet.
We stayed in that dance for months. Cigarettes, sly glances, banter laced with innuendo, laughs that lingered a little too long. Then came March 2020. Rumors were swirling—about lockdowns, curfews, the world grinding to a stop.
Three days before everything shut down, I stopped by as usual. We chatted, teased like always, but something about that day felt heavier. The air buzzed. I looked at her and said with a half-laugh, half-challenge:
“Baka mag-lockdown daw. Baka mahaba-haba ’to. Eh kung totoo na lang kaya mga biruan natin?”
She paused. The silence between us lasted maybe two seconds—but it felt like a held breath. Then she smiled, slow and knowing.
“Sige ba.”
We met the next day on our day off. I picked her up near her place, both of us pretending this was just another casual errand. But once we reached Sta. Mesa and closed the door behind us, all pretense fell away.
We didn’t waste time. She turned to me and pulled me close—no games now. We were laughing, unzipping, exploring each other like two people who had waited too long. Her scent, the softness of her skin, the way her breath hitched when I kissed her shoulder—everything was heightened.
When I undressed her, leaving only her bra and panties, I was stunned. Her body wasn’t just beautiful—it was unapologetically real, lived-in, and still wildly sensual. She pulled me onto the bed, and we kissed like we were making up for all the months of missed chances.
She tried going down on me; however, she has a cute little mouth that can't even fit the head of my manhood. She giggled and just went ahead and licked my shaft all over, but always playing her tongue on my head. Oh man, when I took that bra off, these lovely big breasts bounced while she was licking my shaft. I then let her lie down and then went down on her freshly shaven pussy. In between licking her pussy and playing with her clit I asked when the last time she had sex and she said 5 years.
I said, "Seryoso?"
She just smiled and nodded
She was warm. Responsive. Honest with her moans, and with the way she guided me with her hands and her hips. And when we finally moved together, it felt like something we both needed—not just for pleasure, but as a release from the tension of the world outside.
I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed my manhood in the mouth of her freshly shaved pussy, and when I went in, oh man, she was not kidding that it had been long since her last, because she was fucking tight! I didn't even last 5 mins on our first round, I told her I'm gonna cum and asked where I should cum, she said "Iputok mo na lahat sa loob!" she softly cried. I looked at her with a face asking if she was serious, she then said "one year na ko hindi nagkakaron, menopause na daw sabi ng OB". A few more passionate and powerful thrusts and boom! I filled her pussy with so much cum, when I took my dick out my juices were overflowing her tight little pussy.
I wasn’t proud that I didn’t last long that first round. She teased me, of course, with a wink and a laugh, but I took it as motivation. I made it up to her—thrice.
By the end of it, her hair was a mess, and I was catching my breath with her lying beside me, tracing her fingers across my chest.
We didn’t know what the lockdown would bring or how long it would last.
But in that room, for a few stolen hours, we found something both reckless and comforting—proof that even as the world closed in, connection could still cut through the silence.
We met again two days later—the day before Metro Manila went into lockdown.
I messaged her that morning:
"Walang pasok. Gusto mo bang maulit yung Sta. Mesa?"
Her reply came instantly:
"Kung ikaw ulit katabi ko, kahit isang linggo walang labasan okay lang."
This time we chose a different spot—somewhere quieter, a low-key motel in Anonas. We brought snacks, a Bluetooth speaker, and a boost in confidence. The awkward tension was gone, replaced by something smoother. Familiar.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Grace turned and pushed me to the wall—not with force, but intent. Her hands explored me like she'd been thinking about it for days, and maybe she had. I kissed her slowly, teasing, tasting her neck, her collarbone, her breath catching as I traced the lines of her waist.
She whispered things in my ear—things I can’t repeat here, but let’s just say Grace knew how to talk. How to turn words into friction.
We took our time. She let me rediscover every inch of her. She rode me slowly, fingers digging into my chest, her eyes locked with mine like she wanted to remember the moment forever. I could tell she hadn’t felt this wanted in years. And I made damn sure she knew she was.
Afterward, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms with music playing softly in the background, she whispered, “You know what’s dangerous?”
“What?”
“This. I might start liking you.”
I smiled, kissed her shoulder, and replied, “Then we’re both in trouble.”
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