"No regular clothing in my bed, please!" she said in a stern voice, but with a seductive smile.
She followed up on that statement with a puckered lip air kiss that made her gorgeous lips crinkle invitingly. How I now wished we had decided to do this sooner rather than just talk about it for over a year.
"You look delicious today!" I would sometimes tell her.
"Not looking to bad yourself buddy. Any woman who finds you in her bed should be happy."
But then she would laughingly slap my hand away if I tried to cop a feel. Other times I would turn away when she entered too deeply into my personal space or lingered in a hug. We were just friends after all. Our friendship started in university. We were part of a large group were a lot of things happened. But we never dated or hooked up, even though we both were aware of our mutual attraction, and after graduating we drifted apart.
But two years ago I came back to the university town where I knew she had stayed and we reconnected easily. I had been living solo for quite a while after a number of intense but ultimately failed relationships, and the same was more or less true for her. We deliberately limited our interactions to going for coffees, platonic movie or dinner dates, and a bit of flirtatious texting. However, we also often admitted to each other we really missed good sex.
It was the texting that opened the door. It started innocent enough but at some point quickly morphed into serious sexting. And I mean serious! I admit it was a bit weird to finally discover sexting at the age of 42. My first ejaculation after typing "Is this deep enough", followed by her response of "Hmmm, yes, harder, now, NOW!" was quite a surprise. For both of us it confirmed the old finding that the brain is the best sex organ.
One of her favorite opening lines was "I am not wearing any panties under my skirt!"
I would simply take it from there, from long drawn-out seduction to sneaking under her skirt to almost instant penetration. Sexting became a regular thing for us and filled many a lonely evening. It often was a truly amazing experience and in the end it led to the challenge to try it in real life. Not sure who gave the last push, but here I was about to crawl into bed with her.
I knew she was naked because she had given me a gorgeous striptease on the condition I stayed in my chair. It was a work of art that striptease, and I had to adjust my member several times as it grew harder and harder.
I had almost jumped out of my chair to grab her when she threw her underwear at me at the end with a "Here, sniff this!"
Which I did, watching her crawl under the comforter. She was a true red-head I could confirm.
"You are making me nervous" I laughed undoing my belt.
Only her face, framed by a large mass of unruly red curls, was visible above the blue flowered duvet. Although no longer twenty either, she looked young and delicious. Her slender body curved seductively under the thin duvet highlighting her long legs. One hand delicately clutched that covering to her throat, a pulse slightly visible below her left ear.
Shyly I turned around and took off my socks, slipped out of my pants, and pulled my shirt and undershirt over my head, dropping everything on the floor where I stood. In spite of my sexting bravado I was so shy I kept my boxers on. I was actually shakingly nervously, it had been a long time since I had really been with someone. Without looking around I sat down on the bed, lifted the duvet, and rolled into bed, pulling the cover back over me.
The pillow smelled of roses and something else. The whole bed was somehow scented, mixed with the slight musky smell of her. My dick was already engorged, but with the enticing smell it almost instantly switched into super-hard mode. It required a quick re-jig in my boxers, and as I started reach down her hand slid overtop mine.
"Here, let me do this" she said with a purr.
"My, my, you are hard. And big!"
She liberated my penis from its awkward position and then to prevent more shyness on my part deftly pushed my boxers down my hips freeing my penis completely. Without delay she pushed the boxers further down and instructed me to take them off completely. I happily obeyed after which I slid my right arm under her pillow as she snuggled up to me.
