MILF Tina Series
A Night in with a MILF
Join Lisa and Tina on a night in. Shared drinks lead to shared memories of their wild, sexy youth
Read a day in the life of a MILF, Tina’s weekend house-sitting or join Tina and BFF Lisa right now …
“Come in babe!”
Tina stepped into Lisa’s arms, and was enveloped in a cloud of Space NK perfume. Lisa’s house was neat as a pin, like always, and Tina slipped her shoes off and flopped gratefully into an armchair. Another long day in the flower shop had her feet aching and her hamstrings tight.
“Want some Prosecco?” her best friend trilled. “I’ve got the glasses chilling in the fridge!”
“Great idea, Lise — on both counts,” Tina smiled. “What’re we eating? Shall I call for something now, before we get too tipsy?”
“It’s too late for me mate,” Her friend shrugged as she passed over a glass coated with condensation and filled with golden bubbles. “I could murder a Chinese though.”
Once their food was ordered, the ladies got down to a good old gossip. Tina hadn’t seen Lisa since she house-sat for Suzie and Adam. The saga of her hookup with Ash was still untold.
“So spill the gossip,” Lisa eyed Tina eagerly.
“I have had an adventure, as it goes.” Tina took a gulp of her drink.
Lisa’s rapt attention said Go On loud and clear, so she continued. “When I was looking after Tina’s house, I met this fella while I was walking Freya — their dog.” She proceeded to tell the slightly undignified story of getting caught in the brambles and a fit man coming to her rescue. Lisa oohed and ahhed in all the right places. Tina then described how they met again over Sunday lunch at the pub.
“So he’s handsome and single — where was I when the luck was being dished out?” Lisa made a mock-sorrowful face.
Tina giggled but tried not to look smug.
“So go on, what happened when he came round to look at your etchings?” Lisa encouraged her, but they were interrupted by the food delivery.
Once they had dished out steaming plates of noodles and Asian vegetables with spring rolls and spare ribs, Tina got back to describing her hot encounter with Ash.
“Well, we didn’t even pretend we were going to watch a film,” she smirked. “After fixing ourselves generous gin and tonics, we took them, and our fatal attraction, to the bedroom.”
“Oooh! I bet that’s a clue.” Lisa bit into a spring roll, then fanned her mouth when its contents were hot.
“Yeah kinda, he liked being tied up with my silk scarves, so I fastened his arms to the metal bedstead and climbed on board.”
“You little minx. I am so envious.” Lisa groaned, “I haven’t had a proper shag for about 18 months … when Dave came round for me to sign some paperwork, our bickering turned into angry sex.”
“That sounds fun though,” Tina said encouragingly.
“Yeah,” Lisa looked thoughtful, “but it was over too quickly and I felt irritated with myself after, for maybe complicating matters. But tell me your juicy details.”
Tina happily described Ash’s manscaped body, his above average cock and his great oral technique.
“I was nearly cross-eyed, he was so good,” Tina laughed.
“There I was with my legs thrown over his shoulders and his face buried in my … lady bits, while he was licking and thrusting with his fingers. My excitement was building, then he slipped one wet finger in my ass at the same time — well, I was in seventh heaven. I never knew it could feel so good. In the past it’s always made me feel like a bowling ball, like the fella was just trying to get a grip on me. Ash’s secret was timing. I was so ready for more, that when he began to probe me back there, as well as fingering me … well, I came really hard.”
She looked across at Lisa, who had stopped eating and crossed her legs. Tina also felt a bit of a buzz from reliving the action.
“What about you?” she asked her friend. She scooped up a last forkful of rice to chew, then set her plate aside.
“Yeah, I used to love it.”
“Sorry?” Tina spluttered. “I was asking if you’d had any Tinder matches worth sharing, but now I want to know what you were referring to.”
Lisa blushed a little, but once she’d topped up both their glasses, she didn’t seem so reluctant to share.
“Well, it was in the early noughties,” her face took on a faraway look, “when I was really into Gwen Stefani. I had my hair bleached like her and I dressed in the Harajuku style, girlish mixed with goth. Y’know, boots and short kilts.”
With her tiny figure, Tina could guess that Lisa had rocked it.
“I would go to the clubs and dance all night. I got a lot of attention. One promoter asked me to be a podium dancer — and I was flattered. It had once been my ambition to dance professionally, so I said yes. Come back later he told me and, like a dizzy girl, I did.
“As soon as I saw the staff clearing up for the night, how sticky and skeevy the club looked under electric lighting, I knew he’d fed me a line. But I didn’t care — I fancied him. He had a neat beard and dark eyes that glittered — a Mediterranean look that I liked. So when he walked me into his office, I knew he was showing me the casting couch … or office desk.” Lisa giggled.
“Saucy monkey,” Tina said admiringly, “go on.”
“Well, he knelt in front of me, so I hiked my skirt up, while he pulled my thong down. I rested my butt on the edge of the desk and spread my legs wider, he — Julius — began licking and nibbling at me with just the right amount of force.” Lisa’s expression had gone rather dreamy.
“I came really quickly, thrusting against his chin and eager fingers, but then he flipped me around and pushed between my shoulder blades. My chest was pressed against the desk.”
“Ohh, did he do that thing where he swept everything off the surface?” Tina asked fanning herself, which made Lisa chuckle.
“Nooo, but he did tease, tickle and probe my little chocolate starfish until I was begging for him to fuck me there. Oh I was crazy for it.”
“Wow Lisa, go girl.”
“I remember hearing the jingle of his belt buckle, and the buzz as he undid his flies, before feeling the tip of his cock nudging between my arse cheeks.” Lisa rolled her eyes.
“I wanted it so bad, I pressed back at him, tilting my derriere to invite him in, but then my common sense kicked in and I reminded him about a condom. A minute later, he was back in place, properly dressed, and the fucking began.”
“The great thing about my standing position was that I could rub and slap at my clit as he fucked me, I must have come at least twice more. Don’t look at me like that Tina, I know you’ve done as much.”
“No judgement here,” Tina held up her hands in surrender, “I was only thinking you’re more of a MILF than me. I should be taking notes.” She moved over to give her friend a reassuring hug. “Have a top up and tell me more about your mis-spent youth.”
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