My GILF Girl Crush

My GILF Girl Crush: Hooking Up With Heather

Hello, naughty ones. Ever had one of those crushes that sticks with you for years? The kind that starts as admiration, then turns into something deeper? Well, that was Heather for me – my GILF girl crush, who also happens to be my BFF’s mom. Heather was the ultimate MILF before I knew what MILF meant. And now that she’s the proud grandma of four, she’s the ultimate GILF in my eyes.

Picture this: Heather was the cool, sex-positive mom who talked openly about pleasure, desire, and the importance of knowing and enjoying your own body. Additionally, she was (and still is) effortlessly sexy – tall and toned with long blonde hair that’s always just a little messy, like she’s just been fucked. And her confidence? Heather exudes BDE.

Reminiscing about my GILF Girl Crush

When Jan, my BFF, and I were younger, I used to sneak glances at Heather whenever I was at their house. She’d walk around in next to nothing or something skin-tight that hugged her perfect tits and ass. My teenage brain didn’t know what to do with all the thoughts she put there. But I knew one thing: I wanted her.

Years passed, and that teenage crush never really faded. Life moved on, but Heather stayed in my fantasies. Then, out of nowhere, she was back in my life.  She was in town for a Stones concert. And when she asked if she could crash at my place, I didn’t hesitate.

One night with Heather under my roof? Yes, please!

She showed up at my door in tight jeans and a leather jacket, looking every bit the rock-and-roll goddess. We poured some wine and talked about everything – Jan, family, and the men (and women) she’d loved and left. In short, Heather was as open as ever. And I hung onto every word before a reunion revelation.

My GILF Girl Crush Makes Her Move

It wasn’t until later, when the wine was low and the air between us had changed, that she hit me with that wicked smirk.

“You know,” she murmured, trailing a finger around the rim of her glass, “I always had a feeling about you, Alyssa.”

I swallowed hard. “A feeling?”

She leaned toward me, her scent—something musky—seducing me as much as she was. “That you had a little thing for me back in the day.”

My heart raced. “And if I did?”

Heather smiled, slow and knowing. “Then I’d say it’s a shame we waited this long.”

She reached out, brushing my hair back, her fingers lingering against my cheek. She was so close that I could feel the warmth of her body. And when she kissed me – soft at first, then deeper and passionately – I thought I was going to cum right there.

Going There With My GILF Girl Crush

I pulled her against me and let my hands go where they wanted. Her body was just as perfect as I’d always imagined, all toned curves and soft sun-kissed skin. She pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me, grinding against me through our clothes until we were both breathless.

“Oh!” I gasped, grabbing her hips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Heather flashed an impish smile. “Oh, sweetheart, I think I do.”

My GILF girl crush slid her hands under my shirt, and her nails teased my hard nipples as she tugged it off. Then her lips moved down my neck, making me shudder. When she finally peeled away my jeans, her mouth was right behind her hands, trailing down my stomach.

Heather knew exactly what she was doing, thanks to years of experience, of confidence, of taking exactly what she wanted. And right then, she wanted me.

I gasped and tangled my hands in her hair as she spread my legs wider while she teased me. And I heard myself moaning louder as I arched toward her, enjoying her tongue, fingers, and all the dirty words she whispered.

She moved slowly at first. But when I begged, she gave in, licking, sucking, and nibbling at a faster pace, all while fingering me with deep, relentless strokes until I came several times. Then she slid up my body, kissing me.

“I knew you’d be sweet,” she whispered against my lips.

I laughed, still dazed. “And I knew you’d be dangerous.”

She grinned. “Only if you can’t handle me.”

Could I handle her? I had the whole night to try. And try I did – with the help of her Stones playlist, a melon baller (her idea) I was never able to look at the same again, determination, and raw sexual desire.

Heather, my GILF girl crush, put me through the paces all night. And I didn’t hear her leave because I was out cold in a coma-like sleep she’d put me in after having her way with me. But I saw the words “Thanks for a great time” written in soap above a fire-engine-red lipstick kiss on my bathroom mirror when I woke up – her goodbye.

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