With over 5 million people in my city, we've a huge selection of NSFW subs. Some allow for posting photos and gif, and some are r4r focused. I check the subs daily, hoping top spot one of those rare, genuine female posts. For the most part it's usually just a bunch of guys posting their dicks or OF thirst traps. But from time to time, there's a diamond in amidst all that rubbish.

She'd made a very particular and specific post in r/r4rmycityname, which immediately caught my eye. The title was something like:

"40 F4M Up for Handy Fun" which I inferred was a handjob reference. I was right.

In the post she was specific about herself: "40s MILF, discrete professional, hourglass figure" and about what she was looking for: "a guy 25 , who was ethically able to meet up for some NSA Handjob fun" which she would film for her partner. She said she'd had som success posting her before and was back on the hunt for fresh cock (her words).

I fit the criteria, so I shot my shot. I notice that if you can respond to a post very soon after it's made, you stand a fighting chance to be noticed, before they get overwhelmed with the volume of guys responding. To my delight and surprise, she messaged me back shortly thereafter. We had a bit of a chat on Reddit PM. She'd clearly looked at my posting and comment history before messaging me (note to self: make certain to ensure your profile is up-to-date here and that you're not being an asshole in the comments, lol).She wanted to see a photo of me (anonymous if I preferred) and asked a few vetting questions and then she suggested we move over to kik.

Over the course of a few days we'd chat, sometimes about general topics, and sometimes about things that got very spicy. For example, she wanted to ensure that my work and hers did not overlap, and once we found out that we both had fondness for our city's architecture, we had a long conversation about buildings and locations we liked. She came across as friendly, smart and curious. One night, however, after 11pm she messaged wanting to talk about my cock and my cum. She asked for me to send her a photo or two of my erect cock and then asked me to describe my cum: "is it thick, watery, light coloured, how much do you produce"

It was an unusually hot conversation, and she was so obviously a fan of cum that I got very turned on. Around 1am I was fading and said good night, but she was keen to talk more. She sent a few photos of tits and I was suddenly fully awake. She had, quite simply, the most amazing tits I'd ever seen. I began to think that perhaps I was big catfished, but if not, I'd possibly hit the lotto. We need up sexting til after 3am.

The next day she said she'd share the conversation with her partner, and that he loved it. he wanted to see if I'd be up for more than a hand job. YEs. the answer was, "YES!" To do that, I needed to provide fresh blood tests. Even if it was a catfish, I figured that doing the tests was a good idea anyway, so I agreed.

With fresh proof of my clean bill of sexual health, we began to plan a meeting. The idea was that we’d meet up in a hotel (splitting the costs) where she’d direct me through a variety of photos that she liked to initially make (e.g. my hands on her clothed tits, and me filming her stripping her top off) and then shed set up two cameras on tripods (I was not a fan of having my face in the videos, so I’d help during set up to ensure it remained discreet) and then we’d get into the fun. 

She wanted to suck my cock and record it. In fact, she was so keen to suck my cock, she told me that I’d need to exercise some restraint so that she could “have her fun” and if I felt myself getting close to warn her and she’d back off a bit to ensure she had all the time she wanted to play and explore it. She wanted to conclude with a big, splashy facial ending, so asked me to not get myself off a few days ahead of time, and to try to edge myself a bit before we met.

Nervous and excited all at once, I checked into the hotel on the day of our meeting. I was half anticipating getting stood up, thinking that this was all too good to be true. Nothing ventured, nothing gained I thought. She’d come across as genuine, friendly and authentic so I decided to give it go. The hotel was a fancy one, attached to a large shopping mall in the South East of our city.

Once checked in, I set the temp to the room a bit warmer so that shed feel comfortable undressed. She got cod easily she’d mentioned. I showered, shaved and set up the room in a way that I hoped was comfortable and conduce for video recording.

She messaged a few minutes before our designated meeting, letting me know that she was parking and on her way to the lobby. Heart beating and almost vibrating with anticipation, I took the elevator down to meet her. I’d never seen her face, or her full body, so this was a moment I’d been waiting for. Would I find her attractive or not? Would she have hygiene issues, bad teeth or an annoying voice? I’d know in a few short seconds as the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the stylish, dimly lit lobby/lounge of the hotel.

Looking around I spotted each other at the same time. She was medium height and build, had long red hair, bright friendly blue eyes, and a sharp smile. This was not the fake tan, bottle blond MILF with garish make up I’d anticipated. She was dressed stylishly but low key with dark trousers and blue and white stripped maritime jumper covered in a black knee length jacket. The knee length black leather boots were classy, not slutty.

“Hi, sorry I’m a bit late” she said as she leaned in for a quick hug. I’d forgotten that she was from overseas, so her accent surprised me. I was further surprised when she suggested we go straight to the elevators and up to the room. I’d been expecting a brief in the lobby beforehand. Apparently, she’d like the look of me and was ready to go. I liked the look of her too.

My brain was trying to process the fact that this friendly, attractive older woman, had organised to meet me for sex. Her friendly barrage innocuous chit chat swept me along with her and made no hint at what we had planned. IT was charming, arousing and altogether not what I was expecting. I kept trying to size her figure up, under that coat, but it was impossible to tell if this was really the woman with the amazing tits I’d seen in the pictures she’d shared.

In the room she remarked on how nice the temperature was and that she was grateful for how I’d prepared everything. “You’re very considerate,’ she said with another one of her friendly smiles. I stood for a moment, by a chair next to the bed, uncertain about what the protocol was now that we were in the room. I need not of worried, as she had a plan.

Dropping her bag onto the bed, she handed me her iPhone, turned it to video mode and asked me to film her. Standing at the foot of bed, she waved to the camera and said “Hi Max, I’m here with (my name), and we’ve just got to the room. He’s kindly set up the room for us. You’d like how thoughtful he is. We’ll get the cameras set up in a moment, and have a bit of fun. But the next thing to do is to get undressed.”

And with that, she began to unbutton and remove her coat. Then she slipped her blue and white maritime jumper off and I finally got to see that she was wearing a lace lingerie body suit underneath which struggled to contain her massive tits.

“Oh my god!” I let slip, and she laughed at my surprise. And slipped her top off to reveal two perfectly round, full tits. Her areoles were big and round with thick, perky nipples in the centre. Jackpot, I thought. How’d I get this damn lucky?

Hands on hips, tits presented full to the camera she said, “we’re going to get a few photos for you and then I’m going to have some fun!”

She signed for me to stop filming and stepped close to collect the iPhone. My cock was pressing hard against my underwear and jeans as I got an eyeful of her tits up close. Not only were they perfectly shaped, but her waist was so narrow in comparison that they made her them look even bigger.

She slipped her jumper back on and asked me to stand behind her and cup her tits while she took a photo. She then slipped her lingerie back and we took a few more of my hands cupping them that way. Then she was topless again, and she was asking me to cup them more firmly as she took photos. 

I was well and truly hard by this time and as I began to knead her tits in gentle circular motions enjoying the weight and warmth of them she pushed her ass out and began grinding it against my erection. She chuckled lowly and made pleased sounds as we stood there for a moment.

Taking a deep breath she finally said, “lets get set up so we can continue with the fun.” 

After a bit of setting up tripods, adjusting lamps to get good lighting, and making sure my face was out of frame, I found myself looking down at her, kneeling topless in front of  me. She looked at a camera set up next to us and pressed “play”. She talked to the camera again, then began to rub her hands up and down my jeans, feeling the outline of my cock. 

Gently she unzipped them and helped me step out of jeans and boxers. My cock was throbbing in the air in front of her face while I tried not to stumble out of my clothes. Then she began to her discovery of my cock and balls. With great care, asking questions along the way, she explored every inch of my cock, balls, ass and stomach. Pulling my foreskin back, she made oohing and aaahing nosies when she discovered the precum at the tip of my dick. She loved premium, she said and her thumbs used my wetness to lubricate the undersigned of the head of my cock. 

Continuing to explore she remarked on how much she liked my thick head and the veins in my cock, stoping from time to time to make little comments or gestured to the camera. One hadn’t tugged at my balls while the other slowly stroked the entire length of my shaft from root to tip. 

“Babe, slow down, slow down” I said, barely controlling myself I felt like I was going to spray right then and there. She looked up, a wicked smile on her red lips, “you’re not allowed to cum. You have to hold it. I’m not doing playing. Can you hold it?” 

“Fuuuuck” I  moaned, “I’m trying.” 

Backing off with her stroking, she began to rub my cock along her tits, my precum leaving a glistening trail all over. I reached a hand down to cup them, squeezing them again and she arched her back up to give me better access - and to get a beer view for the camera I noticed. 

I don’t know how long she played like that, with her hands and tits, but when she finally began to lick my cock from my balls up my shaft all the way up the tip, I almost came again. Once again she squeezed the base of my  cock and told me that I wasn’t allowed to cum. It was beautiful agony. 

Once I’d caught my breath and got control, she opened up her mouth and took my cock al lthe way in. Her mouth was warm and wet. It felt fucking amazing. She looked up at me with her blue eyes, her red haired falling down her shoulders, her mouth full of my cock. She kept it there looking at me, feeling my cock throb hot in her mouth. 

I said  “I can’t believe that maybe 15 or 20 minutes ago we were strangers meeting and now you’re here sucking my cock!” 

She laughs and looked at the camera, swirling her tongue around my cock and smiling. 

At some point I think my legs started shaking because she suggested I sit. We shift position a bit, moved the cameras and started back up again. The absolutely sex part was that even when we weren’t filming, she kept reaching out to stoke me or lick me, and even encored me to grab her tits. 

Once I was sat int he chair she asked me to film again while she  tit fucked me. I’ve always found tit fucking to loo better than it feels, finding that it gets boring after bit. Not this time. This time I Was entranced as she worked my cock between her massive breasts. She would tweet her nipples fro time to time or stop to spit n my cock to lubricate it. This was all great video, but I was also getting close to cumming and this time I don’t think I could hold back. 

Standing once again. She began stroking me much more purposefully. I’m proud of the facial I gave her, several thick spurts of hot cum jetting out, making lines across her face from chin to hair. I did my best to capture it with the iPhone, but I reckon I was shaking like mad. She didn’t stop, stroking however, and the feeling was intense. For several more minutes she stroked me and played with my cum, slippery all along my shaft. 

I thanked, feeling grateful and luck to have had this experience. 

“Thank YOU,” she replied. “That was fucking hot. I love this cock,” she said still playing with me. 

She looked at the tripod mounted camera, showing off her facial from each side of her face and laughing. Then she asked to get some photos of her cum coated face next to my spent cock. It felt habit like who hunters pose next to their quarry. 

My head was still spinning as she began to pack up and hustle around the room - still topless, still dripping in my sperm. She wanted to keep the facial and head back to see her partner with it. In minutes she’d packed, put her coat on over her nude torso, gave me cheeky kiss on my cock and said “good bye.” 

I sat in the room for minutes after she left thinking about the experience, my head still spinning. The reality of it was better than any promo I[d ever seen and I couldn’t believe that there were perfectly normal looking women who were so enthusiastically slutty. 

That was the best, most random experience I’ve ever had. She sent me a thank you text a day later, telling me how much her hubby loved the photos and videos she made. She also sent a little photo reminder  - which has fuelled countless wank sessions.