This is the ninth story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Susan
After Kelly and I broke up, a friend suggested that I reach out to a woman from my country club named Susan. A mutual friend had gotten us together a few years prior, soon after she separated from her husband, and we had one "date," a quick drink. At that time, Susan thought it was too early for her to be dating, and suggested maybe we get together some other time.
So now about a year and half later, I reached out again, and she was game for another first date.
Susan and I were the same age (43). She was about average height. Dirty blond hair, kind of mid-length Karen-style, pretty attractive, maybe a seven out of ten. Susan was very athletic, almost too much so. She ran constantly, played soccer and tennis, and was very, very active. Her friends all described her as "intense." As a result, her smallish but round ass was hard as stone. You could bounce a quarter off her fine ass. But her tits were almost non-existent. She had one child, a teenager child born through a cesarean.
Our second date was the same as the first over a year earlier - beers at a local sports bar. Although she was obviously concerned about her body, due to her constant activity she was able to eat just about whatever she wanted. She didn't limit herself to salads and water. She ate burgers, drank beer, etc. So we ate and drank and had a good time, and ended the evening with a quick hug in the parking lot.
A week or so later, we had dinner, then went back to her house for a nightcap on the deck. I was expecting the usual pattern to emerge - second date (in this case really the third) establish that the man isn't likely to be a serial killer, and jump into bed. Instead, we hung out for another hour, and we called it a night. At her door we hugged and kissed, with some tongue action for the first time. She was taking it slow, which was fine.
A few nights later we were out again, and she mentioned that her sister might stop by, which she did. We drank beers and did a couple shots with her and had a great time, and when her sister left, we went back to Susan's house.
She asked, "Do you play pool?"
I said, "Yeah, and I'm pretty good."
We went into her beautifully finished basement, with a big TV and sectional sofa, pool table, ping pong table, dart board, and pinball machines. All kinds of games. We played two games of pool (both won by me) and then moved to ping pong.
Talk about super competitive. We split the first two games. I had grown up with a ping pong table and of course played a lot of pool and ping pong in my college days, so I was no pushover, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone win.
The third game was back and forth, and whenever I would score a point, she would mutter, "Fuck me runnin'."
One time I laughed at this, and she said "Haven't you ever heard that before?"
I said, "No, not said like that."
And she said, "It's funny because, try to picture fucking someone who is running."
I said, "Oh I'm picturing that right now, but she's playing ping pong."
She laughed and took that comment very well.
I won the third game in extra time, and we were actually sweaty from the workout. I think she actually needed me to win. It was a test. Maybe she couldn't get with a guy who couldn't beat her, kind of like a male dominance thing. Who knows. But I think that the games and the sister were both tests.
We grabbed our drinks and I moved in to kiss her. She responded urgently, and we were well past the gentle goodnight kiss stage. Things were escalating quickly with our mouths and hands. If we had been at my house, I would have suggested that we take it upstairs, but since we were on her home turf, I figured it best to let her lead.
Before long, she did.
"Let's go to my bed," she said.
I said, "Lead the way."
We jumped in her bed and picked up where we left off. It was a warm spring day so we had dressed lightly, her in a mini dress and me in just shorts and a golf shirt. I reached under her dress to find a bare, freshly shaven, and wet pussy. One finger in and I felt how tight she was, tighter than Kelly.
She said, "Get your shorts off and fuck me."
I ripped them off and shoved my cock in her in about two seconds. My shirt still on, her dress still on. No foreplay, just raw fucking. Geez she must have been building up for a while and once she decided it was time to fuck, there was no stopping her.
Like I said, she was tight, definitely tighter than Kelly. The cesarean birth and all the exercise kept her tight as a virgin.
To my shame and horror, I came embarrassingly early. I was mortified. It snuck up on me and I couldn't stop it. She didn't even get off! It was the worst feeling you can have sexually as a man.
To her credit, she reacted like it was the best sex of her life.
She said, "I can feel you coming in me" and some other grunts and moans, but I was sure she was thinking "what a two-pump chump!"
