Young lady
I returned to the city and occupied myself with my leisure time. I followed the old principle: go where the energy is. I wrote to a nice woman. I had liked her for a long time. And we periodically corresponded about visiting and so on. In reality, we had little interaction, though we had known each other for several years. The lady was roughly my age, married, with children.
I remembered that sparks flashed in her eyes. And it seemed to me that I sensed the familiar scent of a masochist... Anyway, I wrote, she agreed. Especially since the kids were away at camp, her husband at work, and she was on vacation...
She came, brought a sea of tasty treats. I bought a bottle of wine. The lady was nervous — she started running around the kitchen,
tidying up and chattering endlessly. And I was making mulled wine. Sometimes, I would hold my gaze on her for a long time, she would get embarrassed and ask me to tell her something. Of course, I poured on about my travels and such.At some point, I switched to a meditative storytelling mode — she drifted a little... And I enjoyed her embarrassment. Inside, I didn't fully understand the situation. I wanted to fuck her. But was she ready? You women are strange creatures.
By the way, in my youth, this was a very difficult moment for me — transitioning with a new woman from words to action. Switching from human-to-human mode to male-female mode. It's even somehow awkward to offer your dick to someone you were just talking about lofty and intelligent things with 🙂
Returning to the narrative — I caught a convenient moment and offered to massage her head. She reacted with an incoherent stream of words, concluding that she generally liked this type of man, but... The mulled wine was already gone, I was tired of telling fairy tales, and I moved closer. Then we hugged for a long time, I stroked her and tried to get us on the same wavelength. She was nervous and talking nonsense...
So what does a woman really want?)) She came herself, but there's chaos in her head. I understood that fidelity to her husband wasn't her concern, it was something else. She said there was some other man and something, in the end, didn't work out. I, of course, suggested living in the here and now. Reasonably noting that I am not that man 🙂 She asked me about how many of our mutual female acquaintances I had fucked. — I preferred to remain silent, hinting it was quite a few. We talked about how I like rough sex. She again reacted ambiguously. The only thing she firmly said was that she was very afraid of bondage. I, of course, suggested living in the here and now. Reasonably noting that I am not that man:) She asked me about how many of our mutual female acquaintances I had fucked. — I preferred to remain silent, hinting it was quite a few. We talked about how I like rough sex. She again reacted ambiguously. porn stories The only thing she firmly said was that she was very afraid of bondage. I, of course, suggested living in the here and now. Reasonably noting that I am not that man:) She asked me about how many of our mutual female acquaintances I had fucked. — I preferred to remain silent, hinting it was quite a few. We talked about how I like rough sex. She again reacted ambiguously. The only thing she firmly said was that she was very afraid of bondage. I, of course, suggested living in the here and now. Reasonably noting that I am not that man. She asked me about how many of our mutual female acquaintances I had fucked. — I preferred to remain silent, hinting it was quite a few. We talked about how I like rough sex. She again reacted ambiguously. The only thing she firmly said was that she was very afraid of bondage.
Anyway, it was such a strange date. We moved to the room, to the sofa. I didn't risk going for the boarding, and she was wavering. I stroked, kissed, and caressed her tenderly... her hair, neck, ears... with my fingers, lips, tongue... She didn't allow more... We kissed a little, though. But she was tense there too.
She hugged me and stroked me lightly. I placed her hand on my fly, where something had been standing firmly for a long time... And, SUDDENLY! the lady said: "I can give a blowjob. but everything else... I'm not ready yet." Honestly, I was a bit stunned. Probably used to female dynamism.
Her mouth turned out to be very, very functional. She handles it wonderfully with her hand, tongue, lips! But she was hurrying... or was it the emotions? Plus, weeks of abstinence... Anyway, I came quickly and sweetly. It was good, but I wanted to enjoy it longer.