I first met Jeri when she visited a local dance studio and ballroom where I learned to dance. We danced several times throughout the night, and when the dance was over, we spilled out into the parking lot where we continued our conversation outside her truck. As we talked, I thought that we had a real connection and we shared telephone numbers as she departed for the night.
I attempted to reach her without any success for weeks afterward. It was as if she had dropped off the face of the earth. I had no contact even though I left many voice mails with no response.
About a year or two later, I attended a dance sponsored by a local singles group. While dancing, I observed her walking down the stairs to the dance floor and immediately started working my way over to her for a dance. After she consented to the dance, she did not immediately recognize me or remember me, but finally she realized who I was once we started talking.
I would later learn the reason for her disappearance. In a moment of lust and weakness after our initial meeting she had quickly and quietly married someone she had met from another state near home. The marriage had been both miserable and disastrous for her and she was then in the process of effecting a divorce.
So, after becoming reacquainted at this singles dance, we slipped outside after the dance ended and walked to our respective vehicles. We both had brand new vehicles recently purchased, but hers was a Mercedes sports car she affectionately referred to as "Murray" for unknown reasons. She was unimpressed with my vehicle but asked me if I wanted to accompany her for a ride to show off her new convertible. Incidentally, she paid cash for the vehicle. We tooled around the neighborhood for a short while before returning to the parking lot of the dance venue and bidding each other goodnight with the promise to see each other again soon. At the time, I thought things could get no better. I would ultimately learn, however, that she had a very elevated opinion of herself and looked with disdain upon anyone on the road not in a vehicle equal to her own or one that might be better.
In my renewed fascination with her, I constantly avoided all the red flags that should have told me to avoid this relationship, but we fashioned a course where we remained together for a year. Over time, I learned that she had the capacity of being quite verbally abusive if she was pissed at anything me included. I was so overwhelmed with her and desperate to be in any relationship that I ignored all the available signs that would normally kill a relationship.
One night after a dance near my residence and before she headed back to her residence, we were sitting in her car outside the studio. In talking about various kinks and desires, I mentioned that I found panties particularly arousing so while sitting there, she scooted up, raised her ass, and proceeded to remove her lace see-thru panties and handed them to me. They retained her feminine essence for the longest time. I kept them even after we broke up forgetting that I had stored them in the briefcase for my laptop.
The first weekend I went to her place to visit, we were playing around on her couch getting a feel for our new-found association. She was reclining on the couch and I began to kiss her and run my hands up her shorts. Before long, the shorts were on the floor, the shirt had been tossed over the chair and I slowly and gently slid her panties down her legs.
Her left foot dropped to the floor as I eased her legs apart permitting me access to her lovely pussy. As I kissed her, I began to stimulate the petals surrounding here clit. She responded by moaning and commented on how good it felt as she got wetter by the minute. Apparently, it had been a while since she had enjoyed some good sex. Before long, she was completely naked on the couch and in the throes of ecstasy. I brought my mouth to her labial lips and began to eat her. She became increasingly wet and as I concentrated my interest on her clit, she ultimately exploded in orgasm. I moved to her smallish tits and sucked on them and she experienced her second climax. Is it true that smaller breasted women have more sensitive nipples?
Once I was satisfied that she had climaxed. I lifted her up into a position where she was bent over resting her hands on the back of the couch and I proceeded to fuck her wildly as we both looked out the window. As a first fuck, it was a truly memorable and beautiful experience.
After I moved into my new apartment, she took up residence with me, at least on a part time basis. We went to her storage unit and retrieved some of her furniture with which to fill the empty spaces in my apartment as my ex-wife had kept most of our original furniture.
After she moved in, we divided our time between the two locations and the two counties. One weekend while I was visiting her at her place, we went out shopping which kept us busy most of the day. Upon our return, she was complaining about needing to pee badly and needing to get inside quickly to relieve herself. Whereas I had something of a pee and panty fetish, I suggested that she just squat down in the grass and pee. She lowered her panties and squatted in front of me watering the grass under her. It was extremely exciting for me as I had not often seen women pee live and in person.
I was so aroused upon her seeing her pee like that, I helped her up and positioned her over the hood of her car, threw her dress up over her back, and commenced to fuck her brains out right there out in the open in the front yard. Thankfully, it was relatively private, but a friend or neighbor could have stumbled along at most any time and would have seen us in flagrant delecto.
As I mentioned earlier, Jeri lived in the neighboring county. That meant that if she was not with me, there was fifty-mile trip for me to see her or for her to see me. That computes to a one-hundred-mile round trip every time I wanted to see her at her place which tended to be often or vice versa. One night returning to my apartment late after a dance, I nearly fell asleep and almost wrecked my car. I also got dinged by the local police driving too fast in my attempts to get home as soon as possible.
Jeri was fascinated with show horses and had one herself which she trained and brought to horse shows. Her trailer had been commissioned as a custom-built horse trailer which had space for two horses. The front portion of the trailer had been especially built as a residential section which rivaled many homes...think tiny homes.
She spent quite a bit of time in the residence section of the trailer when she attended horse shows on the road or at home. If possible, she avoided opening up the larger house which would have been more expensive for her to maintain. She enjoyed spending money but could also be cheap. I told her once while entering a Mexican restaurant one day that "I cannot afford your lifestyle." That should have indicated problems in the future as she nearly ruined me financially before the relationship ended.
