I had a crush on Linda when I was like seven. Honest! I was a runt of a kid and I remember her being tall with long brown hair. Knowing how shy I used to be, I probably just stood and stared at her, unable to speak.
Since she found me on Facebook, we've been trying to figure out how we lost touch, went our separate ways, etc. I remember she lost her home to foreclosure and then she moved to another section of town. Then she met an older guy in high school who she later married...
The first thing people notice about me is how open and honest I am. I don't really have a filter once I trust someone. Had I ever thought I would eventually end up with Linda, I never would have shared so much personal stuff with her on Facebook chat. Her partner was having 'intimacy problems' so I told her about my experience with ED medication. I had nothing to hide. She lived 75 miles away, she had a guy and besides--I'm no homewrecker.
I had no 'act' to put on.
After a couple months of e-mailing and chatting on Facebook, she decided to come visit me. Other than our 20th high school reunion--when I saw her but didn't say hi because I was courting the woman who would later become my ex-wife--I truthfully had not spoken to Linda since I was maybe 12 or 13 years old.
She came up in early April and we both felt incredibly comfortable. She was no longer tall. She was adorable and 5'2. She brought up grade school pictures--in "the old days" classes were so small that an entire class and their teacher was on one 5 x 7 glossy sheet--and we laughed about what life used to be like.
She was incredibly easy to talk to. We went out and got Filet-o-Fishes at McDonalds because she loves them like I do--plus I had the actual fish that sings in the commercial in my den.
It sucked that she was someone's girl but it was what it was. She did allow me to give her a foot rub near the end of the visit.
As she drove away I cursed my bad luck. "Great, the one woman I'm truly comfortable with and she's spoken for. Figures."
She called me on Thursday to tell me that she told her live-in that she was moving out. She explained it wasn't because of me, that they had been on the outs for a while, there were some 'kid issues', etc.
I was stunned. She would return to me two weeks and a day from her first visit.
When she came up on a holiday Monday I knew what I had to do. I had to plant one on her. I just wanted a "do-over". I had never kissed her when we were kids. I knew she found me attractive as an adult and I never hid how attracted I was to her.
So she came in and I gave her our first REAL hug. She sat down in the vibrating recliner and I brought her the Sobe life water she told me she liked.
She was sitting in the recliner for maybe twenty minutes when I just couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry", I said as I crouched down next to the recliner and gave her a soft 1950's movie-kiss (no tongue.)
It was electric. Later I had her stand up and gave her a kiss we both could be proud of.
With her now unattached we ended up in the bedroom. I told myself that not a stitch of my clothing was coming off and that I was there to please her. Like me, she loved kissing and was really good at it. As I made my way down her gorgeous 47 year old body, I felt her pussy and it was sopping wet. Usually I do a semi-69 position when I go down on a woman. I like the angle better plus I can comfortably place my fingers inside. But as my clothes were not off, I lay at the foot of the bed, legs dangling off the bed. She was completely shaven. And she was delicious. I can tell within 30 seconds if I've found a woman's "button" and I found Linda's button. She went nuts.
I must have gone down on her for close to twenty minutes when she burst into orgasm. She began whimpering and shivering right afterwards so I held her close, kissed her face and whispered "Good girl, good girl" in her ear.
Before she left I gave her another earth-shattering orgasm. I had taken a Viagra before I went down on her but I was extremely nervous. Plus I just wanted to please her.
As she drove off that night I knew that I had pleased her but was concerned that Roscoe hadn't come to life to "salute her".