Amber

Back when Craigslist still had a personal section, I ran an ad. My wife had decided having sex 5-6 times a year was plenty, but I wasn't ready for such a celibate life.

I had found a photo online of a woman wearing a black teddy and black stockings. She was kissing a man who pinned her against the wall by holding her hands together above her head. One of her legs was wrapped around him. Black & white. Very erotic.

The text of my ad said this:

Is this what you crave in your marriage? So do I. Message me. Please be over age 30. Put

kiss me now

in the subject so I know you are real.

I didn't give my age. I am 53, and here I was considering hooking up with someone who is 30 years old! I feel like a trite mockery of older men!

I posted the ad and went back to work. When I checked my dummy email I used for this, I had a message. The subject:

kiss me now.

Do you have pics?

Not the most promising start. I almost deleted it, but the subject was correct, which was better than 90% of the replies.

I do, but I need to know more about you first.

I am 27. Not married but not exactly single either. I am 5'3", 120 lbs.

I didn't put my age in the ad, but I am almost twice your age. I might be ok with that, but would you?

If I am attracted to you, I would be.

My name is Stan.

Then another email arrived, this one with her photo. She is beautiful. Blond hair, green eyes, gorgeous smile.

I sent her mine. Held my breath. The clock stopped. Finally an email.

Stan, you are a handsome man. I love your gray hair. I could see myself running my hands through it and kissing your lips!

We exchanged several emails. I learned her boyfriend is the father of her 8 year-old daughter, but they had never married. She said he worked all day and then got drunk at night. She hated the meaningless sex and felt terribly lonely. Her name is Amber.

Amber, I want you to be very open and honest in answering this. What would you like from me? What can I do for you?

"Stan, more than anything I would like to go to a nice restaurant for lunch. Let me dress up. Treat me the way I am sure you treat women. Then I want to sit in your car and kiss. That's all."

So, there is this beautiful girl, half my age, who wants to kiss me. She wants to feel romance and passion again. That is a sacrifice I can make!

Amber and I worked out the details and picked the date. I wore a suit that day. We were meeting for the first time and I had insisted we drive separately to a restaurant I had chosen. I got there a few minutes early and asked to be seated. I told the maitre d' to watch for her. When she arrived she was escorted to my table. I stood, took her hand and kissed it and held the chair for her. Tears welled up in her eyes.

When I was standing behind her helping her with her chair, I had a great view! She wore a little black dress with a low neckline.. Short. Black stockings. A bit much for lunch, but perhaps not at this restaurant.

"Amber, you look stunning! That dress is beautiful on you." With that I handed her a single red rose I had picked up on the way. Amber was smiling from ear-to-ear, but her eyes were swimming with tears.

"Are you ok, Amber?"

"I am great," she said. "I have dreamed of being treated so wonderfully."

"Amber, I am honored to be here with you. Thank you for allowing me to make this special for you. Would you like to order?"

She hesitated. Looked into my eyes. Searching. A glance at the menu, then back at me. Now blushing. "Stan, what is the smallest thing we can order, that will take the shortest amount of time? I really want to go to your car."

Amber ordered a salad and I ordered a bowl of soup. I noticed her hand was shaking as she ate.

"Are you cold, Amber?"

"No. Just really nervous."

We finished and paid. I helped her with her coat. She turned and held my arm as we walked out. I pointed out my car, a black Lexus sedan with tinted windows. I helped her into the car and then practically ran to the other side. I took off my suit coat and tossed it in back.

"Amber, you told me you were ok with our age difference so long as you were attracted to me. How do you feel?"

"Kiss me, Stan."

I long for the cars of the 60s with bench seats, perfect for making out. Whose idea was it to make separate bucket seats?

I leaned toward Amber and put my arm around her. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest.

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. I moved slowly toward her and her eyes closed. Her lips parted. We kissed.

Amber whimpered. Her lips were so soft! Her body turned more toward me, her hand now around my midsection, pulling me.

I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue. She immediately opened her mouth wider. Her tongue replied. Soon we were thrusting our tongues deep into the other's mouth.

We broke for air.

"Stan, you take my breath away! I don't remember ever being kissed quite like that."

With that we kissed again. My hands were caressing her back. I ran my fingers through her hair. She moaned. I kissed her neck, then sucked on her ear. More moaning.

"That is so nice, Stan. I love it when you kiss my neck. I am so aroused from what you are doing to me."

I kissed the side of her neck again. Then I went to kiss the front of her neck. Her head went back, giving me permission and access. I slowly kissed down from her neck to the top of her right breast. Amber gasped, but held my head there with one had. With the other she lifted her breast toward me, clearly wanting more of that!

I licked as far down her breast as my tongue would reach. I felt my tongue graze her nipple!

"Stan... that is so nice... you have no idea how wet I am!"

Was she suggesting I find out? I placed my left hand on her left leg, just below the hemline of her dress. Amber moaned. As we kissed, I moved my hand up slightly, now slightly under the dress. She moaned again and separated her legs.

That was as clear as a billboard! She wants me to reach higher.

I moved my hand fully under her dress, perhaps only 3-4 inches from her pussy.

"Stan, please touch me."

I fell on my sword, gallant man that I am! She moved her legs farther apart. I cupped her pussy. She was wearing something very lacy, probably a tiny bikini or G-string. Also thigh-hi stockings.

"Oh! Stan, that feels so good!"

Amber rotated her pelvis, trying to expand the area I was touching. She cried out, grabbed my wrist, and held it there.

"Stan, I know I said kissing only, but I want more, if you do. Only not here. This is too crass. Too much like high school."

"How much time do you have, Amber?"

"Not much. Only another hour. Then I need to be home when my daughter gets off the bus."

"Amber, I would like more also, and definitely not in the back seat of a car! If we got together earlier tomorrow, so we had a few hours, would you like that? I can get us a room and we can enjoy each other properly."

"I would like that. A lot. Stan, I hope you don't think I am too forward about what I want. I am far more attracted to you than I thought possible. If you make love as well as you kiss, I am in for a wonderful time tomorrow. How about 9:30 tomorrow morning?"

"Amber, I feel much the same. You are amazing. Can I text you details for tomorrow?"

We exchanged numbers and then kissed until we were breathless. With her right hand she traced the outline of my hard cock. It was my turn to moan.

"I am looking forward to holding this in my hand tomorrow! Even more, I want to feel you enter me.

"Until tomorrow, Stan!"