Chapter One: The Lady
Sometimes, after one has been around for 50 years plus, when you least expect it, and when you begin to think that life is just so so, something, or someone, comes into your life that rebirths you, that lifts you higher than you ever were before. Sadly it doesn't happen to everyone. I was lucky.
My life is okay; no real bumps, good income, good kid, good wife, just no pizzazz. Everybody needs pizzazz-------or something! I go to work, play golf, boat, play poker and still fuck, and that's all okay. But I had been going along waiting for the "big pizzazz"----------or that "something or someone"!
It started with a phone call about a piece of commercial investment property in Charlotte. Julie, the realtor I called, could not show the particular property I wanted to see so her Sister Michelle called me. Her voice melted me on the phone. I admit that I fantasized a little about her then but I always do that when I hear a sweet voice on the phone. That sweet Southern accent just laid me open. I was now nervous about making a stupid business decision just based on a beautiful sounding woman! I usually don't get nervous about business. We agreed to meet at a local restaurant and she would show my friend and I the property I was interested in.
When she pulled up next to us the first thing I saw was this small, pouting mouth and innocent looking eyes staring at me. I knew then I was going to make love to this beautiful woman no matter what. I didn't know when or how, but I knew in that moment I had to fuck this woman. I have slept with a lot of women in my life, but this feeling I had was a first. It was different and a little scary. We locked eyes and I think we both forgot anyone else was there for a moment. She looked at me like she wanted to make sure I would not hurt her but would take care of her. It was strange but somehow erotic. I felt like a kid again.
When she got out of the car I saw how completely beautiful she was. She was tall and slim with beautiful breasts and a nice, nice little ass. She was proportionally correct. If someone had to complain, one could say her breasts were a little big. But I am not one to complain! It was her eyes and smile that I my eyes went back to. She was just so enjoyable to look at. I could not stop staring at her. I felt myself getting hard for the first time in a long time just from looking at her!
We looked at property that day but I made no decisions. We agreed to look again next weekend. I could not wait. Actually, I didn't. I called her and came up Friday around noon-----alone.
Michelle and drove all over looking at lots and houses on the lake. She knew what she was doing and I saw a lot of good investments. The problem was I didn't know the lake market and what really was a good deal and what wasn't. Besides that, I let her walk in front of me as much as possible. It was distracting but wonderful. She must have caught me 20 times staring at her nice little ass and long legs. Every step she took I kept thinking how the lips of her pussy were brushing against each other as she walked---- and how I wished I could be right there watching them. She has the most beautiful legs! She just smiled at me---letting me know she caught me but that she was okay with it. Actually, I think she was enjoying it. I had fantasies of bending her over a couch or chair in one of the properties we looked at and fucking her. But all the time I thought about fucking her I thought about how sweet and soft and sensuous she was. I knew she was wet and wanting even then.
Later we had lunch and talked and talked about everything. I quickly realized how intelligent she was. I also was being to see how fantastically sensuous she was too. Everything she did, her moves, her speech, her touch, were all so sensuous! She was not happy in her marriage and I was bored with mine.
I told her about my interest in Tantric masseuse. I told her that Tantric massage was a very personal, complete body massage. I could tell she was interested and I was getting hard again just talking to her about it. I wanted to take her out to the car right then and just eat her pussy for hours. But I kept my cool and asked her if she would like for me to give her a tantric massage. To my absolute joy she agreed. A tantric masseuse is not supposed to cross the line but I knew when we met I was going to give her more than a massage. I think she knew it too. It was a door opener for both of us.
We met the following week. We were both very, very nervous. We had a little wine, she got undressed down to her bikini briefs and I started to massage her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was on her back and I was working her neck, shoulders and back. I could see her pussy was wet through her panties.