Mature Sex - 22 years on. SeXStoRY

Some stories write them selves, this is one of those, if the story has any quality it is often loosely based on some true life experience, so instead of Bucharest Romania, think Warsaw Poland, this story is a sequel to my earlier story “Mature Sex’. I call this one ‘Mature Sex - 22 years on’. =============================================================== I am now in my early forties, and now I need a regular workout, I’ve taken up running and do some fun runs for charity but most of the time I just go out for a run early each morning, my favourite route is across the common and back home through ‘Martin’s wood’, Its about 4 miles and I try to do it in under 40 minutes this then gives me enough time to shave and shower for work. Today I missed my early morning run and went out about an hour after tea, the run went well and l was on the shortcut path from the station into the village through ‘Martin’s wood’, and was looking forward to getting back in time to watch the high lights of the day’s ‘Tour de France’. Of the girl, all I saw was the back of a nice pair of legs, under an enormous backpack, on looking up I saw a head covered with natural blond hair, I eased my pace to enjoy the view, the ‘The de France’ highlights went onto the back-burner as I imagined have a piece of that action. The girl heard me, stopped and looked around, and with a smile asked if this is the way into the village, The eyes looked straight at me, and the smile glowed with energetic youth, I murmured that it was and that I was heading that way, I forgot that I was just wearing leisure trousers and a sweat shirt so when my erection came on full strength it was hard to hide the budge, did she see it, I don’t know but we started to chat, I of course talked about the weather, as we talked I notice a strong East European accent which found difficult to place it. This break in routine made me want to pee, I asked her to wait while I go off into the bushes nearby, when she followed I said that I wanted to do something in private, she looked puzzled. But she kept on following me, so I reasoned she did not understand what I was saying, I tried to be as discrete as possible when I reached a suitable clearing, as there were no fly zip I let down my leisure trousers all the way to my ankles and started to position my cock for peeing, the exclamation that I heard I thought was one of shock and disgust, but it was I who was surprised when with her shorts down she squatted and peed. Looking up at me she smiled commenting on the generous flow of pee I produced, mentioning how clean shaven I was around the crouch area, she had not seen a man so shaven and thought it made my cock look a good deal longer, it was a bit of a strain to pee through an erected cock and I expected it to whither once I had peed, as it usually does, I was a bit taken back when she leaned across and gently stroked my meat, I have to admit my lust took over as my mind started to anticipate the possibility of fucking her, how was it all going to happen, I need not have concerned myself with technicalities, everything was in her hands literately, as this golden blond hair girl started to stroke the full length of my cock, easily pulling back the foreskin on each stroke to coat my shaft with pre-cum from my exposed cherry, With my trousers still down around my ankles and her still half dressed, she knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth, even with drops of pee still clinging to its end, as she looking up at me I was able to look straight into her clearest blue eyes, there was a time in my life that I saw eyes as blue, that was a couple of decades ago, I thought, no, it can’t be, and brushed the thought from my mind, as, without any effort from me my cock filled her mouth. I felt her tongue stroke my now exposed cherry, then that sensitive pit under my cock, the tension in me immediately built up as I tried to reason all this out, why me, hoe has it happened that this particular dream is coming true, to be so pleasured, what have I done to deserve this young lady’s attention. I quickly came to the point of no return, sensing this she removed my cock and whispers that I am to fuck her, and who am I to refuse such a request, to make sure I understood, she pulled me down on top of her and reached down and guided my cock to the entrance of her vagina, now it was up to me to thrust, to penetrate, to satisfy my lust for that what it was, lust pure and simple. The moans came loud and clear, whether it was she or I who moaned or perhaps, we moaned in unison, I had no concerns let passersby hear our thrilled joy, no f***e on earth could drag me away from this erotic encounter. I’ve yet to know her name, because being to busy taking in all that was happening, then my hot sperm emptied out of my scrotum and passed through my prostate and filled her mouth, I sense that I should know more about her then I do, as she willingly took load of spunk greedily, I saw some of the excess leak out passed her lips and on her face a joyous look of a job well done. Casually, she mentioned that her mother knew a boy who had a tattoo just like the one I have close to the base of my prick, she continued that it could only be seen because the boy shaved himself around the crouch area, yes she said it is just like yours, two little blue birds twittering. I felt some cold sweat trickle down my spine, her facial feature became so clear I saw Eva again had I just fucked her daughter, stammering I asked where on earth she was going, she pulled out a notebook turned over a couple of pages and showed me an address, hands shaking I took the notebook and saw it was my own home address, asked why did she want to go here, she answered to visit my father. Ho My God, she thinks I am her father, you see she says my maternal father was impotent, he had many test all were negative. Then she said are you my father, I thought back all those years ago about not getting a chance to study in Romania I did how ever take one more holiday with my b*****r, Robert and Eva, and about how impulsive was. We dressed quickly, I took her in my arms and held her tight closer than I had ever held anyone, she started to cry saying how happy she was to have found me, and had dreamt often to repeat the experience her mother had with that boy, that I must not feel guilty, and will do anything to make me happy. Arriving home my wife mentioned how long I had been away, adding that I might have got hurt, I got a bottle of wine out off the cooler and some glasses, three in fact, of course my wife noticed two things, that I did not immediately rush to get showered and that I had put out three glasses. Then I unburdened myself telling my wife what happened before I meet and married her, all the time my daughter waited outside, if she could not hear what was being said she certainly understood by the tone of the conversation, there was no hesitating my wife just reached across the table laid a hand on mine and asked that my daughter comes in and joins the f****y.