Everyone in here's to get shagged by me with no lube. Double for the faffer who made the thread.

. . . . premature ejaculation

¶ At that moment I knew nothing could stop what was about to happen. She took my hands into hers, gently coaxing me into her quarters with a playful teasing manner unbefitting of a woman of such maturity--or at least that had always been my impression. The thought hadn't entered my mind that inside every woman, no matter what the severities of age had imparted, was a young girl thirsting for love; for passion; for satisfaction. And now, I no longer saw her as the matronly Mrs. Kent; instead, she was an object of desire to be had, possessed, cherished.
¶ She whirled me around the room, pinning the backs my legs against the edge of her bed causing a loss of balance, yet she held me upright in her strong grasp like a mother cradling a child preventing him from tipping over the precipice into oblivion. The softness of her eyes betrayed a touch of nervousness--maybe even remorse--as we each drank in the other's gaze. Slowly she tipped her head, bring her wanting lips closer to mine, almost touching but not quite. We held each other in that position, feeling the electricity charging between us. I could smell the sweetness of her breath, feel the delicious warmth of her flesh. I wanted to taste ever inch of her body, to lose myself in her musky pleasure. Almost as if whispering, she brought her lips to mine. A soft kiss at first, growing more sever, more passionate by every aching moment. The tip of her tongue licked out, probing, forcing itself into my mouth. Her hands slid down the sides of my body, slipping into the edge of my waistband caressing my buttocks. I did likewise to her, my hands dipping inside the back of her riding pants, feeling the soft roundness of her naked flesh for the very first time as our tongues danced inside of each others mouths, drinking each others essence while the world ended around us.
¶ She pulled back. The nervousness she had once held in her eyes had vanished, replaced by wanting; replaced by an almost animalistic certainty, a predatory steeliness and focus. I moved forward, wanting more, wanting to feel her lips again, but she placed her hand against my chest, holding me back. She kept her hand there for awhile, feeling the pounding of my adolescent heart, her buttery smile and penetrating eyes melting away the years that separated us. After a few moments, she drew her hand away and slowly turned me around until I was facing away from her, facing the bed. Her fingers tickling along the fabric of my shirt, tugging and lifting here and there, until she reached the bottom edge, grabbing and lifting the fabric up over my head. The coolness of the air betrayed the heat of the moment, and my skin tighten and tingle with sensation. Behind me, I could hear her remove her blouse and slip out of her brassiere, the bands snapping slightly as she slipped the the straps over her shoulders. I tried to turn back around, wanting to face her, but she prevented me and whispered softly, "Not yet," the heat of her breath burning in my ear as she undid the clasp of my belt. I felt her lips brushing down the center of my back, leaving a cooling trail as she worked my trousers downward, until she reached the small of my back and I was able to step out of my pants leaving me naked and shivering with delight.
¶ She brought her hands forward, letting them drag up the front of my legs and thighs, brushing into the pubis region, but not quite touching, as she stood up. "Don't turn around. Get in bed," she said, the huskiness of her voice more of a command than a request. I felt prickles of delight crawl up and down my flesh in response to the domination, as I pulled aside the bedcovers and lay down. Behind me, there was the soft sound of her riding pants hitting the floor, and then I felt the pressure against the mattress as she lay down in bed beside me. She drew her body up against mine--hot, the ever so slight hint of perspiration growing between us. She was naked except for her panties. I could feel the soft firmness of her breasts and contrasting hardened buds pressing against my back, her legs twining against mine, as her hand drifted over the ridge of my hips until just the tips of her fingers were gently stroking up and down my shaft. I coaxed my right arm in between us, and she responded by allowing her body to fall back slightly, her legs opening just enough for my hand to trace over the fabric of her panties until my fingers were pressing against her center, feeling the moisture and heat pouring from inside her. "Slowly. In circles," she said as I began to caress, the smell of her musk becoming stronger, intoxicating.

¶ And then...