Donna and I have been friends since college. Friends, and nothing more. To look at her, you wouldn't believe that she's forty-two years old. She looks just as good as she did in her college days. She has long, dark hair; lovely olive-colored skin; and dark, mysterious eyes that can look right through you, laugh with you or make you want her instantly. It doesn't hurt that she sports the same tight, athletic body that kept the guys knocking her door down twenty years ago too, even though she's the mother of an eighteen-year-old.
Unfortunately, Donna hasn't had the best luck with guys. She's divorced, and her most recent relationships have been fruitless.
Donna lives eight hundred miles from me, and over the past few months as we've spoken on the telephone and e-mailed each other, it became apparent to me that without a boyfriend she was getting homier and homier. She really needed a man. She'd ask me very personal questions about my sex life with my girlfriend, what pornos I liked to watch, which sexual positions I prefer. I've got to admit, our conversations always left me with an unfulfilled hard-on, and my girlfriend just doesn't dig sex the way Donna does.
For just that reason-and perhaps for many others, my girlfriend and I parted ways. When I told Donna about it, she immediately invited me to take a few days off and come visit so she could "console" me. She pointed out that her daughter was with her ex-husband for the entire week and we could be alone to catch up on old times.
Seeing Donna when I got off the plane took my breath away. She was tan and fit, wearing a black skirt, heels that highlighted her calves and thighs and a crop top that showed off her still muscular stomach. What a knockout!
We stopped for lunch then headed back to her place. How wonderful it was to spend time with her again. We opened up a bottle of wine, talked and laughed while the years melted away as they can only with old friends. As the evening wore on and we consumed more wine, she got very cuddly and affectionate. She even suggested we watch a porno together to cap off the evening. I agreed, and put one on. At first, we giggled and made sexual jokes as we watched. Our conversation stopped though as we watched a couple have oral sex. After a few minutes, Donna couldn't control herself any longer. Months and months without sex had built up until she decided to spring into action.
Shaking slightly with anticipation, she began by rubbing my chest and softly kissing my shoulders and licking my neck and ears. Opening my shirt, she licked my nipples until they were stiff. That gave me a hard-on, which she began to rub as well.
"Let's have a look at this bad boy," she said with a smile, freeing my cock from my shorts.
She fairly gasped when she saw it. She flicked her tongue on the tip, then licked the shaft while tonguing my balls for good measure. She showed off her true oral talents, though, when she took the entire length down her throat. It was soon wet with her saliva from top to bottom as she sucked it and jerked me off with both hands around my shaft. I was so turned on watching her blow me, I can't tell you. This must be what heaven is like. I stopped her before I could cum ā it was too soon.
