Tammy and I had arranged to meet for a networking lunch a few weeks earlier. I hadn't thought much about her until I saw her waiting in front of her building for me. Stopped at the light just before her building I could see her hair blowing in the wind, the tight red curls blowing across her face. She was wearing a black pantsuit that highlighted her amazing ass. As I pulled up to the curb I waived and she was opening the door when I did something unexpected. With my thumb and pinky I slipped my wedding ring off and placed it in the door. I felt an immediate surge of excitement. Tammy was a forty-year-old woman, recently divorced and very attractive. I kept asking myself why I removed the ring.
Just as I asked myself this question I surprised myself again by saying, "You look amazing, I love your hair." Tammy was a bit surprised by my enthusiasm, but she was used to controlling the situation.
Lunch came and went and as she sipped her coffee she made some comment about how she was too old for guys my age (35). I quickly responded, "Oh no, you are EXACTLY my type." It was a little forward, a little awkward and we sat in relative silence until the bill came. Driving back to her office was just as awkward, with almost no words exchanged.
When I pulled next to the curb Tammy asked, "Do you want to take the rest of the day off an come to my house?" I squeezed the steering wheel tightly and quickly agreed. I definitely wanted to.
When we got to her place Tammy went straight for her bedroom and undressed. We weren't going to discuss this, we were simply going to do it.
Tammy stood in front of me naked. She was in surprisingly good shape for a forty-year-old woman. Her breasts were smaller than I had imagined, but they were perky and in proportion to her small waist. The tight red curls flowing down over her shoulders offset Tammy's white skin. Her features were dark, her eyes were full of life, burning through mine as if she was looking for something. Tammy's confidence was unmistakable, she was powerful, she was a woman who took what she wanted. Many men had stood in her bedroom all of them certain that Tammy would be amazing in bed.
I rubbed my ring finger with my thumb and remembered removing my wedding ring. I looked down as I did.
Tammy walked toward me and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me and asked, "Are you in love with her?"
I hesitated and she said, "I only have one rule, if you are going to sleep with me you can't sleep with her anymore." She spoke with authority and confidence; I could hardly imagine disobeying her. We began kissing and soon I found myself lying in her bed, our bodies in a tangled web of passion.
The moment I penetrated her was the first sign of vulnerability Tammy ever showed. She moaned as I entered her, her eyes closing, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her breathing strained. I quickened my pace and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm. She was completely out of control for the first time that evening. I smiled at her when she opened her eyes and she tried to speak, but couldn't as she climaxed.
After her body relaxed I slowed my pace and began to prepare for my own orgasm when Tammy opened her eyes and said, "You can't cum inside of me."