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(Song: Get to Know You -Tomo Nakayama)
Everything has innate behaviors. Take a greyhound. They are used in dog racing not only because of their physical abilities but their high prey drive. To get Greyhounds to run around a prescribed track, they use a motorized rabbit. It is my experience that some are better than others at suppressing certain behaviors. For 20 years, I was one of those men that had their head buried in the ground. In March 2020, things changed in my life. It was the beginning of the Covid lockdown, and I was home to work full time. The lack of interaction made for ample time for self-reflection. As I stood my mind still, I realized I indeed was unhappy. By default, work had become my motorized rabbit. With isolation, that distraction was no longer sufficient.
I took a hard look at my hand in the matter. I drew a line in the sand that day. I was old enough to take my life back and live a fulfilling second life. Yes, I was having a full-fledged midlife crisis. I embraced it and let it empowered me to take my life back. One aspect that fueled my successful corporate career is that I never let myself be a victim. I prayed that I was the root of the problem because it would be easier to adjust myself than the surrounding people. In this case, I was the root of the problem. I set out to make some changes. To address my floundering self-esteem, I lost weight and gained muscles. It was a miserable transformation. My body didn't respond as it did at my peak. Struggling at something I used to thrive at made it all the more irritating. It was this flaw that had caused me to throw in the towel many times before. That and who did I have to impress?
Pathetically, at first, I struggled to do ten push-ups. I was disgusted with myself. Looking in the mirror, I rhetorically questioned, "How did I let myself get here? I look like a woman in her second trimester?" After years of neglect, I would need patience, knowing results would come slowly. Not being a balanced person helped me push myself. In three months, I was doing three sets of 40 push-ups, and I worked my way up to an hour of cardio. After I adjusted my diet, I saw significant results. I welcomed back some muscles, my jawline, and high cheekbones. But man, did I miss eating when and what I wanted. I had relied on food to please me, so diet became my most formidable obstacle. My motivation would renew itself on the weekends. The beach became my refuge. Thong bikinis were in fashion, and I was catching some attention.
The second mistake I made was allowing my wife to dictate our home life. My success at work made it easier for my wife to be a stay at home mother. When my children moved on to high school, she became a homemaker. The original plan was for her to go back to work once the kids were in elementary school. I expressed the stress of being in a single income home, but it fell on deaf ears. I am a passionate man; the biggest problem was that her libido dropped after our first child and died after our second. What makes it more disheartening is that she is freaking gorgeous. She has been likened to a young Suzanne Somers. Unlike Mrs. Somers, my wife has an ass to die for. She aged amazingly. No one, and I mean no one, would guess she was in her mid-40s. Superficially motivated, she spends a significant amount of time keeping her hourglass figure up. No man wants a toy that sits on a shelf.
Like a punk, I gave her the power to weaponize sex. It wasn't always this way. She was terrific in the sack and kinky in our younger years. She would surprise me. Like the time she followed me into a public bathroom. She slipped her bikini bottom to the side so that I could fuck out in the open. Sigh, after the kids came, she went into full mom mode. It seemed she spent more time shopping to fill her free time as the kids got older. I resented her for living what I thought was a leisurely life. It was time to grow some balls and not let the fear of the unknown paralyze me. She valued her lifestyle above all, so I threatened to blow it up with a divorce. It brought me no pleasure, with bags packed, to lay an ultimatum down. Once she realized my resolve would not wane, we started to make progress. With all my gripes, I genuinely know she loves me. She just wasn't in love with me. Her major flaw is that she is a selfish person. Her siblings tried to warn me before marriage. I was smitten.
Next, I wanted to rekindle my sociable spirit and knowledge about sex. I had become a hermit. After managing people for a living, managing any kind of relationship became work. Due to Covid, I went to the safety of the internet to dabble. There I met Katie. She was a kindred spirit. She longed for attention from ataşehir escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/atasehir-escort/) the man she married and was willing to wait for him to change. Furthermore, she had me splayed efficiently. I usually am not one to talk about my feelings. She had me on her therapy couch in such short order. I discovered she was a man whisperer. I learned my story was not all that uncommon. While the characters were unique, the plot was rehashed. She became more than a distraction in my life; she was substance.
Then, it was time to school myself on the finer points of being a good lover. I just missed the age of the internet when I was my most sexually active. So I relied on experience and a book I purchased at the mall. Well, I just never really evolved. As a new student, I realized my game was sad. Now my wife's aversion to sex for 20 years didn't help. In the few instances we had sex, she relegated me to no foreplay and a session of masturbating inside her. Her favorite sweet-nothing to say was, "Hurry up and get yours."
The internet is a wonderful tool for self tutelage. I watched multiple videos and read numerous articles. First, I had to acquaint myself with the female anatomy. I knew of the G-spot, but the A-spot was all new to me, let alone where to find either of them. Once anatomy was done, I turned my attention to how to massage a vagina. I was amazed at how little I knew. Following porn, I would go straight for the clit. I learned it's essential to take the time to massage the various parts of the pubic area. Equally important was to use finesse in my touch. Priming the pump, if you will.
Then came eating pussy. I was pretty accomplished in this area, so I thought there was nothing to learn. Boy, was I wrong. A veteran female porn star opened my eyes. Now, my wife was a tough nut to crack. I gained ground, but she was like a stubborn used car. Turn the key halfway, pump the gas three times, wait 5 seconds, and then start her up. It was frustrating. Take her G Spot. It didn't respond most times, so it left me fumbling around under the hood quite a bit. Often, I thought I was inept, or all the stuff I was learning was malarkey.
(Song: Broken -Lovelytheband)
Katie was quicker to revamp her life. Her transformation started in January 2020. Her husband became withdrawn to the point of neglect. After two successful bouts with cancer, she was not ready to experience life on the sidelines. She found herself in the online community. There, she built herself up to the strong, sexy woman she never thought she was. Men lined up to garner her attention and bathed her with compliments. She was an attractive woman but never saw herself as such. Armed with confidence, she started to notice men's attention spilled into her real life. When she came up for air, she realized that the leers and compliments were not rare. My favorite account was when she volunteered to work the ticket gate for a charity car race. I rolled my eyes after seeing what she looked like in her tight volunteer T-shirt. I knew she was going to get the business from a bunch of charged up and unsupervised men. She argued against it and was very wrong. I found her naivety endearing.
I grew to adore Katie. After living some thin moments with her, I admired her internal strength. She had the resolve of only what a 2-time cancer survivor could have. She thrived with debilitating side effects and the unfortunate fact that it was only a matter of time before a fatal relapse would occur. I feel this final fact pushed her already reserved husband away. It wasn't but months earlier that I, too, would have retreated once hearing of her dire fate. I feel privileged that fate brought us together. We became "Sexy Friends," as she coined it. We flirted and sent pics. To her amusement, I immortalized her spirit through a story, "Joy in Bed." During the time of our play, I mistook her attention and started to become possessive. She quickly schooled me about jealousy. I was not naive, thinking that I was the only one she played with but wanted her to stop at my beckoning. Katie was not looking for attachment or being manipulated in her waning years. Her life expectancy and marriage prevented her from being anything else but a shadow. I was thankful that she tutored me out of jealousy. We carried on with an understanding for 5-6 months, building on a friendship. I tried to be a light and sexy distraction, and she helped me stay grounded.
An opportunity opened for her to travel, and we arranged to meet up. She was coming into town to visit friends and family. I was motivated to please Katie and discover more about myself in the process. My sexual gratification was a wildcard. This connection was not going to be some cheap hook-up. I arranged for us to meet overnight in a 2-bedroom suite. I wanted to make sure she knew there were separate bedrooms if she needed space. If we were going to be intimate, it would come naturally. Stressing my focus on a natural encounter, I tried not to choreograph what would happen. Being organic was extremely avcılar escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/avcilar-escort/) hard for me because planning is one of my strengths. Case in point, because business travel had halted, I started the wheels of being able to leave town unaccompanied months ahead of time. The biggest thing for me was to limit my expectations for intimacy. She was a friend first. Best to leave room for options and contingencies if things didn't heat up or a medical concern shut the evening down. I knew she had crippling bouts of pain caused by nerve damage. That fact loomed, threatening to wipe out the evening. If we enjoyed each other's company in a platonic manner, I would be fine. A part of me would be relieved. If I am honest, there was a concern that I could chicken out.
I arrived a day early to allow myself to transition. Katie would be my first lover, besides my wife, in 25 years. I daydreamed about surface stuff like what our initial reactions were going to be. Would we embrace like lovers or take time to feel each other out? The time sluggishly passed. I remembered to reread our story, "A Joy in Bed," to jog my memory. Through the process of writing the story, I learned a lot about her. I rewound our relationship to the initial chats. I scoffed at my teenage-like timidness when sending my initial naked pictures. Sobering me, she texted me that she was 2 hours out. Practicing self-awareness, I was surprised that I wasn't nervous.
The drive for Katie was stressful because of the monsoon she was navigating through. Straining to see, she cursed the heat, humidity, and now a monsoon. She was very excited about the meeting, but the weather was doing its best to ruin things. She had made her intentions clear and did not doubt that we would be intimate. She had imagined running her hands exploring his body and spanking his cute tush. She looked forward to sharing laughs and intimacy with her "Baby" or "Sexy Boy."
(Song: Girls in the Hood - Megan the Stallion)
Startled by knocking, I jumped out of bed. Opening the door, I got my first glimpse. She stood there, alluring but not engaging. After cordially greeting her at the door, I knew that her energy was off. Adding to her mystique, she exuded a distant sexiness. She was no wallflower; in this form, she was a man-eater. It was a bit intimidating, but that level of confidence turned me on. Visibly flustered, she brushed past me to adjust the room to her comfort. After getting the temperature and lighting to her liking, she explored the suite. Then squaring up, she took the time to check me out. It was almost like reuniting with a distant aunt. Standing before me, she went about sizing me up. With a critical eye, she did a head to toe sweep. She commented that I was smaller than she had expected. Then abruptly directed her attention to her luggage. That was an eyebrow-raiser. I deflated a bit. Telling a man he is smaller is never a positive description. Taking a glance down at my stature, I knew at 5' 10" and 190 lb that I am not an opposing figure. I learned after the fact that she meant that I was thinner than she expected, sexier. Armed with low expectations, I didn't worry myself with the comment.
Katie needed a moment to collect herself. She was excited about our rendezvous but was drained by the stress from traveling in near-zero visibility. I wasn't just one of her boys; I was her friend, well, "Sexy Friend." She needed time to reset. It was a shaky start, but she wanted to have a pleasant visit, one involving intimacy. In her current state, it wouldn't take much to piss her off. She sat on the couch, and when I tried to sit in an adjacent armchair, she wasn't shy about redirecting me to sit with her on the sofa. We chatted for about 15 minutes, well she talked, and I listened. It still felt like she was an aunt catching up after a long absence. I tried not to zero in on her ample breasts. I had seen them in pictures, so it took some will power not to undress her with my eyes. Fortunately, she was blessed with beautiful green/gray eyes with dark halos, so I focused on those while her words glanced off me. To occupy my mind, I took note that she was dressed classy. She was adorned with a skirt and blouse. With a slight smirk, I thought the skirt would make for easy access. The contents of our conversation made me feel that this was going to be a friendly visit. I reminded myself to have no expectations and to have patience. I offered a drink but found out that it was an irritant to her ailments. My face dropped. I felt like that should have been something I knew. Well, I needed a drink and excused myself as I mixed a stiff vodka ginger.
She winced in pain because her foot was cramping, and I offered a "helpful" foot massage. Frequent muscle cramps were one of her joys that arrived after aggressive chemotherapy. My patience paid off. Asking for permission as I lifted her foot, I assumed massaging her foot. She was a happy recipient laying on the couch as I kneaded her foot. I had been there for her virtually a few times, so I knew the drill. avrupa yakası escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/avrupa-yakasi-escort/) Usually, she relied on running hot water. To her surprise, my attention eased and soothed the pain. Harshly and with a scrunched up face, "Thank you, my husband has never offered."
She laid back and took comfort in my attentiveness. As the pain waned, she started to feel aroused. Her "Kitty" began to take over where the frustration and pain left. This was lost on me because she did not indicate arousal, and I was watching like a hawk. The anger she voiced towards her husband, and now a present scowl did not promise a tide turning. I was trying to be a good friend first, but if I told you that the massage wasn't part of my seduction, I would be a liar. It doesn't take a lot for me to get an erection. I felt myself stiffening as her foot rested on my cock as I pressed and smoothed her foot. At first, I was embarrassed that I was springing a hard-on. I couldn't hide it, so I just went with it. She felt comfortable enough to rest both of her feet on my rude cock, so I knew I hadn't made a false step. I hoped to get her attention with my next gesture. I throbbed my cock multiple times. I wanted her to have no doubt. I pulsed a kinky, passive-aggressive morse code. I monitored her response. To my frustration, she didn't react to my gesture. What I didn't know is that her comfort indeed matured to arousal. It wasn't her imagination. She unmistakably felt the erection throbbing underfoot. Her pussy started to feel pangs of delight. She was ready to take this to the bedroom. "Jim, I am exhausted and going to lie in bed for a moment to rest. Will you keep me company?"
She reclined in the master suite, I followed. After my failed attempt, I lost my nerve. I was still unsure where things were going. I laid far enough away on the king-sized bed to avoid being considered forward. Relief came when she curled up into my arms, and we shared our first intimate moment. It was imperative that she felt special because of the neglect she was facing in her marriage. Life had dealt Katie a foul hand. From an abusive childhood to the threat of an early exit. I was happy to hold her in my arms for as long as she needed. I traced my fingers along her body and legs, soothing her. Showing tender affection, I pulled her in closer. My mind raced, "How long do I do this? Do I push? Am I reading this right?" It wasn't too long before I took a deep breath and slipped my hand under her skirt. Making small circles on her smooth abdomen, I encroached her panties. Slipping under her silky panties, there was a surprise waiting. Her pussy was freshly shaven clean. My cock jumped as I toyed with her smooth mons. My appreciation of her blade work was brief. We had shared pics, so I knew how predominant her clit was. I was not shy about voicing to her how her clit consumed my thoughts. The allure was powerful.
Knowing better, I zeroed in on touching her clit. It was malleable and substantial, making the moment that much more heightened. I had fantasized about this moment, written about this moment, and neither brushed the moment. Cooing, she welcomed the touch by spreading her legs. Her folds were irresistible, and her pearl was in full arousal. I was pleased to find that her pussy was oozing her erotic tincture. I dipped in her warm slit and spread her lubricant liberally. I massaged her outer pussy lips, then inner. Her body stiffened, indicating she was cresting. I was in tune with her body's subtitle communications. Responding, my touch became firmer as I concentrated my efforts on her clit. Her breathing quickened in step with the speed of my caresses. With little indication, she released. She was riding out her first orgasm with no need for me to slow down. She had told me she was multiorgasmic, but I was still in awe. Hitting the next gear, we share our first kiss. There was nothing tender about it. The lust that filled our vessels poured out into our kiss. Tongues danced as if we had kissed 100 times before. The familiarity made the moment natural, beautiful. She was a tongue sucker, something new to me. My eyes widened as I felt my tongue drawn into her mouth. She sucked my tongue as if it were a cock. Returning a spine-tingler, my kisses traveled up her neck to her ear. I nibbled her earlobe. She threw her head back and sighed in pleasure. Then I unrolled my tongue inside her ear and breathed heavily. Initially, she jerked and let out a small yelp. Then she melted, enjoying the ear play, cooing.
(Song: Candy -Foxy Brown)
Taking my fingers to my mouth, I got my first hint of her nectar. I have always taken great pleasure in eating pussy. I wanted to taste her; I needed to taste her from the source. I slid down to position myself at the foot of the bed to have direct access. Her panties were the first to go. I flipped her skirt up so that I had unhindered access to her pussy. Adding to the moment, she gazed down between her legs to see me stationed, locking eyes. She voiced frustration as I slowed the pace. I traced her pussy lips with my tongue, taking in her unique vintage. At first, she tasted bitter, perhaps from beauty products. Once washed away, her bouquet came through. She had a mellowness that was very pleasant and erotic. I explored her outer and inner folds with my tongue. With the shittiest of smirks, "I like to tease. How does this feel?"
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(Song: Get to Know You -Tomo Nakayama)
Everything has innate behaviors. Take a greyhound. They are used in dog racing not only because of their physical abilities but their high prey drive. To get Greyhounds to run around a prescribed track, they use a motorized rabbit. It is my experience that some are better than others at suppressing certain behaviors. For 20 years, I was one of those men that had their head buried in the ground. In March 2020, things changed in my life. It was the beginning of the Covid lockdown, and I was home to work full time. The lack of interaction made for ample time for self-reflection. As I stood my mind still, I realized I indeed was unhappy. By default, work had become my motorized rabbit. With isolation, that distraction was no longer sufficient.
I took a hard look at my hand in the matter. I drew a line in the sand that day. I was old enough to take my life back and live a fulfilling second life. Yes, I was having a full-fledged midlife crisis. I embraced it and let it empowered me to take my life back. One aspect that fueled my successful corporate career is that I never let myself be a victim. I prayed that I was the root of the problem because it would be easier to adjust myself than the surrounding people. In this case, I was the root of the problem. I set out to make some changes. To address my floundering self-esteem, I lost weight and gained muscles. It was a miserable transformation. My body didn't respond as it did at my peak. Struggling at something I used to thrive at made it all the more irritating. It was this flaw that had caused me to throw in the towel many times before. That and who did I have to impress?
Pathetically, at first, I struggled to do ten push-ups. I was disgusted with myself. Looking in the mirror, I rhetorically questioned, "How did I let myself get here? I look like a woman in her second trimester?" After years of neglect, I would need patience, knowing results would come slowly. Not being a balanced person helped me push myself. In three months, I was doing three sets of 40 push-ups, and I worked my way up to an hour of cardio. After I adjusted my diet, I saw significant results. I welcomed back some muscles, my jawline, and high cheekbones. But man, did I miss eating when and what I wanted. I had relied on food to please me, so diet became my most formidable obstacle. My motivation would renew itself on the weekends. The beach became my refuge. Thong bikinis were in fashion, and I was catching some attention.
The second mistake I made was allowing my wife to dictate our home life. My success at work made it easier for my wife to be a stay at home mother. When my children moved on to high school, she became a homemaker. The original plan was for her to go back to work once the kids were in elementary school. I expressed the stress of being in a single income home, but it fell on deaf ears. I am a passionate man; the biggest problem was that her libido dropped after our first child and died after our second. What makes it more disheartening is that she is freaking gorgeous. She has been likened to a young Suzanne Somers. Unlike Mrs. Somers, my wife has an ass to die for. She aged amazingly. No one, and I mean no one, would guess she was in her mid-40s. Superficially motivated, she spends a significant amount of time keeping her hourglass figure up. No man wants a toy that sits on a shelf.
Like a punk, I gave her the power to weaponize sex. It wasn't always this way. She was terrific in the sack and kinky in our younger years. She would surprise me. Like the time she followed me into a public bathroom. She slipped her bikini bottom to the side so that I could fuck out in the open. Sigh, after the kids came, she went into full mom mode. It seemed she spent more time shopping to fill her free time as the kids got older. I resented her for living what I thought was a leisurely life. It was time to grow some balls and not let the fear of the unknown paralyze me. She valued her lifestyle above all, so I threatened to blow it up with a divorce. It brought me no pleasure, with bags packed, to lay an ultimatum down. Once she realized my resolve would not wane, we started to make progress. With all my gripes, I genuinely know she loves me. She just wasn't in love with me. Her major flaw is that she is a selfish person. Her siblings tried to warn me before marriage. I was smitten.
Next, I wanted to rekindle my sociable spirit and knowledge about sex. I had become a hermit. After managing people for a living, managing any kind of relationship became work. Due to Covid, I went to the safety of the internet to dabble. There I met Katie. She was a kindred spirit. She longed for attention from ataşehir escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/atasehir-escort/) the man she married and was willing to wait for him to change. Furthermore, she had me splayed efficiently. I usually am not one to talk about my feelings. She had me on her therapy couch in such short order. I discovered she was a man whisperer. I learned my story was not all that uncommon. While the characters were unique, the plot was rehashed. She became more than a distraction in my life; she was substance.
Then, it was time to school myself on the finer points of being a good lover. I just missed the age of the internet when I was my most sexually active. So I relied on experience and a book I purchased at the mall. Well, I just never really evolved. As a new student, I realized my game was sad. Now my wife's aversion to sex for 20 years didn't help. In the few instances we had sex, she relegated me to no foreplay and a session of masturbating inside her. Her favorite sweet-nothing to say was, "Hurry up and get yours."
The internet is a wonderful tool for self tutelage. I watched multiple videos and read numerous articles. First, I had to acquaint myself with the female anatomy. I knew of the G-spot, but the A-spot was all new to me, let alone where to find either of them. Once anatomy was done, I turned my attention to how to massage a vagina. I was amazed at how little I knew. Following porn, I would go straight for the clit. I learned it's essential to take the time to massage the various parts of the pubic area. Equally important was to use finesse in my touch. Priming the pump, if you will.
Then came eating pussy. I was pretty accomplished in this area, so I thought there was nothing to learn. Boy, was I wrong. A veteran female porn star opened my eyes. Now, my wife was a tough nut to crack. I gained ground, but she was like a stubborn used car. Turn the key halfway, pump the gas three times, wait 5 seconds, and then start her up. It was frustrating. Take her G Spot. It didn't respond most times, so it left me fumbling around under the hood quite a bit. Often, I thought I was inept, or all the stuff I was learning was malarkey.
(Song: Broken -Lovelytheband)
Katie was quicker to revamp her life. Her transformation started in January 2020. Her husband became withdrawn to the point of neglect. After two successful bouts with cancer, she was not ready to experience life on the sidelines. She found herself in the online community. There, she built herself up to the strong, sexy woman she never thought she was. Men lined up to garner her attention and bathed her with compliments. She was an attractive woman but never saw herself as such. Armed with confidence, she started to notice men's attention spilled into her real life. When she came up for air, she realized that the leers and compliments were not rare. My favorite account was when she volunteered to work the ticket gate for a charity car race. I rolled my eyes after seeing what she looked like in her tight volunteer T-shirt. I knew she was going to get the business from a bunch of charged up and unsupervised men. She argued against it and was very wrong. I found her naivety endearing.
I grew to adore Katie. After living some thin moments with her, I admired her internal strength. She had the resolve of only what a 2-time cancer survivor could have. She thrived with debilitating side effects and the unfortunate fact that it was only a matter of time before a fatal relapse would occur. I feel this final fact pushed her already reserved husband away. It wasn't but months earlier that I, too, would have retreated once hearing of her dire fate. I feel privileged that fate brought us together. We became "Sexy Friends," as she coined it. We flirted and sent pics. To her amusement, I immortalized her spirit through a story, "Joy in Bed." During the time of our play, I mistook her attention and started to become possessive. She quickly schooled me about jealousy. I was not naive, thinking that I was the only one she played with but wanted her to stop at my beckoning. Katie was not looking for attachment or being manipulated in her waning years. Her life expectancy and marriage prevented her from being anything else but a shadow. I was thankful that she tutored me out of jealousy. We carried on with an understanding for 5-6 months, building on a friendship. I tried to be a light and sexy distraction, and she helped me stay grounded.
An opportunity opened for her to travel, and we arranged to meet up. She was coming into town to visit friends and family. I was motivated to please Katie and discover more about myself in the process. My sexual gratification was a wildcard. This connection was not going to be some cheap hook-up. I arranged for us to meet overnight in a 2-bedroom suite. I wanted to make sure she knew there were separate bedrooms if she needed space. If we were going to be intimate, it would come naturally. Stressing my focus on a natural encounter, I tried not to choreograph what would happen. Being organic was extremely avcılar escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/avcilar-escort/) hard for me because planning is one of my strengths. Case in point, because business travel had halted, I started the wheels of being able to leave town unaccompanied months ahead of time. The biggest thing for me was to limit my expectations for intimacy. She was a friend first. Best to leave room for options and contingencies if things didn't heat up or a medical concern shut the evening down. I knew she had crippling bouts of pain caused by nerve damage. That fact loomed, threatening to wipe out the evening. If we enjoyed each other's company in a platonic manner, I would be fine. A part of me would be relieved. If I am honest, there was a concern that I could chicken out.
I arrived a day early to allow myself to transition. Katie would be my first lover, besides my wife, in 25 years. I daydreamed about surface stuff like what our initial reactions were going to be. Would we embrace like lovers or take time to feel each other out? The time sluggishly passed. I remembered to reread our story, "A Joy in Bed," to jog my memory. Through the process of writing the story, I learned a lot about her. I rewound our relationship to the initial chats. I scoffed at my teenage-like timidness when sending my initial naked pictures. Sobering me, she texted me that she was 2 hours out. Practicing self-awareness, I was surprised that I wasn't nervous.
The drive for Katie was stressful because of the monsoon she was navigating through. Straining to see, she cursed the heat, humidity, and now a monsoon. She was very excited about the meeting, but the weather was doing its best to ruin things. She had made her intentions clear and did not doubt that we would be intimate. She had imagined running her hands exploring his body and spanking his cute tush. She looked forward to sharing laughs and intimacy with her "Baby" or "Sexy Boy."
(Song: Girls in the Hood - Megan the Stallion)
Startled by knocking, I jumped out of bed. Opening the door, I got my first glimpse. She stood there, alluring but not engaging. After cordially greeting her at the door, I knew that her energy was off. Adding to her mystique, she exuded a distant sexiness. She was no wallflower; in this form, she was a man-eater. It was a bit intimidating, but that level of confidence turned me on. Visibly flustered, she brushed past me to adjust the room to her comfort. After getting the temperature and lighting to her liking, she explored the suite. Then squaring up, she took the time to check me out. It was almost like reuniting with a distant aunt. Standing before me, she went about sizing me up. With a critical eye, she did a head to toe sweep. She commented that I was smaller than she had expected. Then abruptly directed her attention to her luggage. That was an eyebrow-raiser. I deflated a bit. Telling a man he is smaller is never a positive description. Taking a glance down at my stature, I knew at 5' 10" and 190 lb that I am not an opposing figure. I learned after the fact that she meant that I was thinner than she expected, sexier. Armed with low expectations, I didn't worry myself with the comment.
Katie needed a moment to collect herself. She was excited about our rendezvous but was drained by the stress from traveling in near-zero visibility. I wasn't just one of her boys; I was her friend, well, "Sexy Friend." She needed time to reset. It was a shaky start, but she wanted to have a pleasant visit, one involving intimacy. In her current state, it wouldn't take much to piss her off. She sat on the couch, and when I tried to sit in an adjacent armchair, she wasn't shy about redirecting me to sit with her on the sofa. We chatted for about 15 minutes, well she talked, and I listened. It still felt like she was an aunt catching up after a long absence. I tried not to zero in on her ample breasts. I had seen them in pictures, so it took some will power not to undress her with my eyes. Fortunately, she was blessed with beautiful green/gray eyes with dark halos, so I focused on those while her words glanced off me. To occupy my mind, I took note that she was dressed classy. She was adorned with a skirt and blouse. With a slight smirk, I thought the skirt would make for easy access. The contents of our conversation made me feel that this was going to be a friendly visit. I reminded myself to have no expectations and to have patience. I offered a drink but found out that it was an irritant to her ailments. My face dropped. I felt like that should have been something I knew. Well, I needed a drink and excused myself as I mixed a stiff vodka ginger.
She winced in pain because her foot was cramping, and I offered a "helpful" foot massage. Frequent muscle cramps were one of her joys that arrived after aggressive chemotherapy. My patience paid off. Asking for permission as I lifted her foot, I assumed massaging her foot. She was a happy recipient laying on the couch as I kneaded her foot. I had been there for her virtually a few times, so I knew the drill. avrupa yakası escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/avrupa-yakasi-escort/) Usually, she relied on running hot water. To her surprise, my attention eased and soothed the pain. Harshly and with a scrunched up face, "Thank you, my husband has never offered."
She laid back and took comfort in my attentiveness. As the pain waned, she started to feel aroused. Her "Kitty" began to take over where the frustration and pain left. This was lost on me because she did not indicate arousal, and I was watching like a hawk. The anger she voiced towards her husband, and now a present scowl did not promise a tide turning. I was trying to be a good friend first, but if I told you that the massage wasn't part of my seduction, I would be a liar. It doesn't take a lot for me to get an erection. I felt myself stiffening as her foot rested on my cock as I pressed and smoothed her foot. At first, I was embarrassed that I was springing a hard-on. I couldn't hide it, so I just went with it. She felt comfortable enough to rest both of her feet on my rude cock, so I knew I hadn't made a false step. I hoped to get her attention with my next gesture. I throbbed my cock multiple times. I wanted her to have no doubt. I pulsed a kinky, passive-aggressive morse code. I monitored her response. To my frustration, she didn't react to my gesture. What I didn't know is that her comfort indeed matured to arousal. It wasn't her imagination. She unmistakably felt the erection throbbing underfoot. Her pussy started to feel pangs of delight. She was ready to take this to the bedroom. "Jim, I am exhausted and going to lie in bed for a moment to rest. Will you keep me company?"
She reclined in the master suite, I followed. After my failed attempt, I lost my nerve. I was still unsure where things were going. I laid far enough away on the king-sized bed to avoid being considered forward. Relief came when she curled up into my arms, and we shared our first intimate moment. It was imperative that she felt special because of the neglect she was facing in her marriage. Life had dealt Katie a foul hand. From an abusive childhood to the threat of an early exit. I was happy to hold her in my arms for as long as she needed. I traced my fingers along her body and legs, soothing her. Showing tender affection, I pulled her in closer. My mind raced, "How long do I do this? Do I push? Am I reading this right?" It wasn't too long before I took a deep breath and slipped my hand under her skirt. Making small circles on her smooth abdomen, I encroached her panties. Slipping under her silky panties, there was a surprise waiting. Her pussy was freshly shaven clean. My cock jumped as I toyed with her smooth mons. My appreciation of her blade work was brief. We had shared pics, so I knew how predominant her clit was. I was not shy about voicing to her how her clit consumed my thoughts. The allure was powerful.
Knowing better, I zeroed in on touching her clit. It was malleable and substantial, making the moment that much more heightened. I had fantasized about this moment, written about this moment, and neither brushed the moment. Cooing, she welcomed the touch by spreading her legs. Her folds were irresistible, and her pearl was in full arousal. I was pleased to find that her pussy was oozing her erotic tincture. I dipped in her warm slit and spread her lubricant liberally. I massaged her outer pussy lips, then inner. Her body stiffened, indicating she was cresting. I was in tune with her body's subtitle communications. Responding, my touch became firmer as I concentrated my efforts on her clit. Her breathing quickened in step with the speed of my caresses. With little indication, she released. She was riding out her first orgasm with no need for me to slow down. She had told me she was multiorgasmic, but I was still in awe. Hitting the next gear, we share our first kiss. There was nothing tender about it. The lust that filled our vessels poured out into our kiss. Tongues danced as if we had kissed 100 times before. The familiarity made the moment natural, beautiful. She was a tongue sucker, something new to me. My eyes widened as I felt my tongue drawn into her mouth. She sucked my tongue as if it were a cock. Returning a spine-tingler, my kisses traveled up her neck to her ear. I nibbled her earlobe. She threw her head back and sighed in pleasure. Then I unrolled my tongue inside her ear and breathed heavily. Initially, she jerked and let out a small yelp. Then she melted, enjoying the ear play, cooing.
(Song: Candy -Foxy Brown)
Taking my fingers to my mouth, I got my first hint of her nectar. I have always taken great pleasure in eating pussy. I wanted to taste her; I needed to taste her from the source. I slid down to position myself at the foot of the bed to have direct access. Her panties were the first to go. I flipped her skirt up so that I had unhindered access to her pussy. Adding to the moment, she gazed down between her legs to see me stationed, locking eyes. She voiced frustration as I slowed the pace. I traced her pussy lips with my tongue, taking in her unique vintage. At first, she tasted bitter, perhaps from beauty products. Once washed away, her bouquet came through. She had a mellowness that was very pleasant and erotic. I explored her outer and inner folds with my tongue. With the shittiest of smirks, "I like to tease. How does this feel?"