I dont usually stop at Mc Donald’s, my doctors, among many, tell me not to. But, I cant help myself. I park in an area facing a strip center that contains “Plezhurz”.. a sex shop of sorts. There is a lot of fuckwear and things with feathers attached in the window, and I’m sure, inside are things that cant be displayed in the window. It was fun to watch the people that went there, looking around before darting in.
Then a woman walked down the sidewalk towards the store. I was sure she would walk by it, discreetly looking away as she headed to a hair salon or back to her work. She wore a nice black dress, down to her knees. She was slim, a darker blond, streaked a bit, nice, short hair. The dress was sleeveless but still very business like, 2-3 inch heels, and a small black purse slung over her shoulder. Jewelry thin, sparce and no doubt gold. She was cute, mid thirtyish, ealy fortyish at most, elegant.
But she didn’t walk by the sexy stuff in the window, she stopped. She didn’t look around to make sure that no one was looking. She walked right in.
By now I was finished with lunch and was slurping air from my small coke. I should be driving off, but I sat there. She came out carrying a large full bag. I was intrigued. She walked across the lot and got into a recent model Jetta. I have never “followed” someone surrepticiously before, and my heart was pounding. This was like a scene out of a bad movie.
She drove fast down a wide boulevard zipped across traffic into a left turn lane. Someone beeped at me, another made a rude gesture, but I wasn’t going to miss that turn. Down a residential street of nice homes, I stayed behind just enough not to be spotted. Soon she turned right, then a garage door went up automatically, and in she disappeared as I drove by. Luckily a few doors down there was a sale sign on a lawn. Now I had a legitimate reason to stop, go get the sales flyer, stare at it for a while thinking of my next move. I did get the number of the house of the lady with the black Jetta.
I drove around and spotted the country club. Signs saying “Private, Members Only” were everywhere. I walked in with my sales flyer prominently displayed. From a board I got the name of the “membership” director and asked someone if she was there. Not right now, but she should be back in an hour or two.
“Could I wait?”
“Of course.”
I went to the bar and told them I had an appointment to see her and asked if I might be able to buy a drink pulling out my wallet and making it quite evident I had some cash. The bartender said “No,” but he would just give me one. He figured he might get a good cash tip. He was right, I now owned this boy.
I had asked him if he had a copy of the club rules and regulations. He handed me a booklet that included the names of all the members in it, their addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, as well as the rules and regulations. Wow… It took me only two minutes to find Dr Norm and his wife Gwen. Ok, so the lovely doctor’s wife bought a few things to spice up their fading love life. Nothing out of the usual there. Just as I was ready to walk out, in she walks. Oops, I think, not leaving quite yet. I asked the bartender for another “free” drink. He quickly complied and was quickly rewarded.
She sat at the bar, the bartender bought her a drink without even asking her what she wanted. The picture of the membership director was of a very attractive woman, younger yet close enough I could fake through my opening line:
“I’m sorry to bother you,” I said: “ are you Maggie, the membership director?”
Within five minutes I found out a number of things about her. First she was not the membership director. Second, there was no Dr Norm, he had passed away two years ago. Three, she had recently made the decision to date again and had found a wonderful man, but they were taking it slow. That bag of sex stuff did not spell slow to me, but now did not seem to be the right time to inquire.
She found out a few things about me, I too was widowed, I too had started meeting people. But, she did not find out I was curious about her recent purchases, nor that I had been following her. Ouch, legally I was a stalker.
I didn’t want to push it with her, so I decided to leave. I told her I enjoyed meeting her and that I wanted to talk to her more about losing a spouse and all the issues that went with it, so could I call her?
She said yes, I asked her for her number though I already had it. I asked her her name, though I already knew it. I let two days pass. Then I called.
“Hi Gwen, Kip, we met…
“Yes, that’s right, is this a good time?
We met at a place that had a separate martini menu and the dishes were small bite sized things that looked like flower arrangements on square black plates. She was dressed like she was that day coming out of the sex shop.
She told me that she wasn’t interested in dating me… (ok, then why are we meeting?) She had met someone and she wanted to make a go of it. ( ok, why am I paying for $16 martinis?, and $15 mini plates?). She thought, I was just a player. (ok, maybe.)
But,” she said and stopped for a few seconds, more than a few, “I was a virgin when I met Norm (The dead doc for those that may be drifting a bit), I was 18. I was 20 when I married him.”
“He is the only man I have ever been with.”
“Ok” I said. I always say that when I don’t know what to say.
“Our sex life was not very frequent, nor satisfying”
“I understand”, I said. not really understanding why I was even here, the $16 martinis notwithstanding.
But, I ordered another two martinis after a nod from her that it would not be wasted.
“A lot of that was my fault. I was not very interesting in bed.” she said.
What do you say to a beautiful woman you want to fuck, when she tells you she is not a good fuck?
I was fumbling.
Luckily, she was more than half way through the third martini.
“I know that this guy I am starting to see has been divorced for a couple of years, has been overseas a while and probably wants a woman who knows what she is doing in that area.” she volunteered.
I guessed she was not talking about a woman experienced at travelling overseas.
“I understand” I said. Actually I was beginning to understand the big bag from that store with feathers in the window.
Time for that fourth martini and another couple of mini plates.
The conversation languished a bit until most of the way through the fourth martini.
“I want you to teach me how to fuck.” she said
“Ok,” I panicked. “Ok” is not going to work here. “Yes! A pleasure, Yes! you bet, Yes! I would love to.” I said trying to think of any more phrases that sounded positive and enthusiastic.
“I mean it”, she said smiling and realizing she had caught me tongue tied.
“I understand.” That was better than saying: “Ok.”
Ever have one of those moments when you want to wave your arms, scream, jump up and down and yell: “I cant fucking believe this is fucking happening to me.” I felt like Tom Cruise dancing on Oprah’s couch.
But I must not. Now, how do I keep this spirit going until I can get her into a bed, before she sobers up, before she becomes embarassed, closes down and refuses to ever talk to me again?
So I leave it up to her…. “When? How? Where?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” she said, “Can you drive me home?, I’m drunk.”
When I got to her door, I didn’t know whether I would be invited in so I let her take the lead.
“Goodnight” she said, before even opening her door.
“Goodnight” I said, going in for at least a hug and a kiss, maybe even one that might change her mind.
She pecked at my lips, hugged my forearm and said “goodnight” again.
Oh well I thought walking away, trying to remember the tab, wondering what was $16 times eight, plus $15 times four plus tax, plus tip again? It was worth it.
Would I call her? should I? should I wait for her call?
Three days later, I had just decided to call her when her call came in. She seemed defensive, I think she must have said sorry a half dozen times. I must have told her it was ok that many times. Regarless of the influence of the martinis, she was serious about what she had said. Whoa!. When? Where? Anytime. Anyplace.
Dinner first, then to her place.
I had to stop myself from chocking my chicken many times as I prepared to meet her. Then I decided I should do it once so that I might last longer the second time, when her lips were wrapped around my cock feeling the tip of her tongue on the tip of my dick, or, when my shaft was buried deep in her cunt and she was moaning those sweet sounds of joy. Dinner is wonderful when you are certain you are going to fuck someone afterwards for the first time. This may be the first time I have experienced that. I forget what I ate but it was very light and had no garlic. I forget what she ate or what she said but I was mesmerized by the movement of her lips, knowing that those lips would soon be wrapped around my cock. I sipped on part of a glass of wine only. She had a few more than I. I told her how beautiful and sexy she was and how special this evening would be for me. She smiled a lot.
When I walked in her house, she had set the scene before I had picked her up for dinner. Lights were turned down low. She must have picked up a control of sorts because music came on, softly. She offered me a drink, she had one, we chatted, she walked me to the master bedroom, also on the first floor. It had a nice sitting area. The bed was already “turned down”. At some point, she excused herself with the old “ Why don’t I slip into something more comfortable.” I smiled. She disappeared into the master bath. I sort of expected her to come out in one of those cheap shiny red polyester teddies/babydolls with pompoms on it, matching panties, crotchless of course, and some sort of flimsy red bra with furry edges on it. The stuff I imagined from the bag at the sex shop. I hated that, but I had to deal with it. It was worth it.
She came out wearing a long black lounge dress, nightgown, beautiful, satiny, transluscent, held closed only by a long belt of the same material. This was a quality outfit. Not at all what I expected from Plezsurz. There was nothing underneath. Her smallish but very cute tits were especially visible where the nipples pressed against the fabric. She lit two candles, turned off the small low wattage light.
“How am I doing so far?” she asked.
“Beautifully”, I said, getting up and pulling her into my arms. This time I was getting a real kiss and a real hug. This time I wasn’t going to stop wondering what I should do next. I kissed her neck, I held her close while allowing one hand to drift to her ass. I kissed her on the mouth a few more times, allowing my tongue to touch hers, before my kisses drifted towards her cleavage, I loosened the bow holding her gown together and allowed my kissing, my tongue to reach a nipple. It was hard and I suspected the other one was too. I wasn’t going to hesitate for a second lest a burst of: “We shouldn’t be doing this” occured. I kissed her again on the mouth and hugged her. I did not want her to feel it was a: “go for the pussy and ignore the rest” approach on my part.
But, before I stopped to undress, I did want to touch her pussy, so while kissing her, I let a hand drift down over her breast, stopping for a few seconds to play with her nipple, then slowly drift down never losing touch with her skin, down past the navel, until I felt the soft hair, and the curvature of her mons. I could feel her lips, and the area between them was moist making them easy to part, the clit protruded and her whole body tensed when I first touched it.
I knew then, she was not going to call off anything. This pussy wanted to play. This pussy wanted a cock, and my cock was more than “up” to the task.
While still fondling her clit I began unbuttoning my shirt. She helped remove it off my shoulders and I’m sure I heard those famous words:
“Don’t stop.”
I had removed my shoes without losing cadence, she undid my belt buckle, my pants dropped to the ground, she reached in and grabbed my almost fully erect cock through the front slit of my boxers. She slid her hands on either side of my shorts and slowly pushed them down to the carpet too.
For a person that feared making a fool of herself in bed with a new lover, this girl needed no instruction thus far. She was as seductive as any woman I could recall ever being with. Her actions were filled with self confidence.
We took a two second break to take off her night gown and move onto the bed. she lay on her back, naked. And who says eating at McDonald’s isn’t good for you.
I immediately put my head between her legs, she was more than receptive spreading them. I expected to be down there a while even with my hands now free to play with both of her nipples. I concentrated my tongue on her clit, only occasionally going down to put my tongue inside her cunt. In less time than I thought, she convulsed, breathed hard and harder. She had had her O. Slowly I crawlwd up onto her, stopping a short while to suck and lick her nipples, the head of my cock now touching the lips of her pussy. I continued moving up, my face now up to hers, neither of us needing to touch or adjust anything “down there”. My cock easily penetrated into the moisture and warmth. Early on there were a few moments when I had to think of mowing my lawn so that I didn’t prematurely explode inside her. Still it wasn’t long before I was tensing and convulsing and sensed my cum tingle the nerves of my cock as it made its way up and into her her.
I rolled over caught my breath and said: “Wow, that was wonderful”
She smiled, and said something sweet.
After a minute or two, she jokingly asked: “ Wasn’t there some moment in all that when I should have been sucking on your cock?
I laughed and told her: “You can do that anytime”
I didn’t know how she might feel about going down on me right now, given that my cock was wet with the combination of my cum and her own juices and the fact that she may never have done that.
But, I couldn’t help myself and added: “Even right now, if you feel like it.”
As she slowly slithered down the bed, took my now soft resting cock in her hands, stroked it a bit, her lips only inches away from it, no doubt deciding on what to do.
She didn’t wait long as I felt her tongue slowly move along the head and soon felt her lips moving further down the shaft, back and forth. My cock was not soft and resting for long.
Later, we just lay there, caressing each other, being quiet.
Finally, she smiled and asked: “So, how do you think I did, in my first lesson?”
“Excellent” I said.
“So, you think, I can now confidently go fuck my boyfriend?”
“Oh no!” I said with a big grin, “Not yet! I think you need quite a few more lessons.”
We both laughed. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, and she seemed in no hurry to leave either.
Now I wondered, what had she gotten at the sex store. Certainly not that gown. Could she have returned all the cheap red baby doll stuff. Were there toys in that bag? That would have been way too many toys. The mystery captivated me.