After my divorce, I was very skeptical of men. My ex husband's idea of sex lasted three minutes. That was from the time we undressed ourselves to the time we were getting dressed again. No foreplay, no nothing. He would just stick his dick in my pussy and pump for a minute or so until he came and then pulled out. That was it; it was over. So, it's easy to understand why I was apprehensive.
Oh...there were a few men that showed interest but I wasn't into getting a relationship started. There was Tom, a sweet man, who would leave presents like gold bracelets on my car when I was working. He even cooked me breakfast and brought it to me at work. He was a very sensual man but he just didn't ring my bell, you know? One night we were talking on the phone and he was telling me how the raw energy from the incoming storm was making him horny. Listening to his soft sensual voice telling me about the constant hard on he would have until the storm was over, made me wet.
After we hung up the phone, I had to strip my clothes off, and play with my pussy until I came. I got up off my bed and went into the kitchen. I picked up a banana, slowly peeled it, and inserted it into my pussy. I wanted to make sure it was covered good in my pussy juice. Then I put it in a ziplock bag and got dressed. I drove over to Tom's house and gave him the banana in the bag and told him I hoped he enjoyed his "sweet treat". While handing him the banana, I explained to him that I had dipped it in my pussy and it was covered with my juices.
After I had been home for awhile, he called and told me that was the best tasting banana he had ever eaten.
Things didn't develop between Tom and I which was fine with me. I had been talking to a guy that worked in a service station down the street. Now this may sound strange, but the smell of motor oil and grease really turns me on! I had told him about my ex husband and how he was only good for 3 minutes and about the many nights I went outside and cried because I was so frustrated with my marital sex life.
He was sympathetic and told me he was good for a lot longer than 3 minutes and his favorite part of sex was the foreplay. I agreed wholeheartedly! I found myself going to the station when I didn't need any oil or gas just for the stimulating conversation and the smells that turned me on so much!
We had a lot in common; we both liked the same music, had the same point of view on life, and we both liked hot, raw sex. The conversations we had gradually got hotter over time and one night he called me at home and told me to come down and visit him at the station as it was a slow night. We had never had sex together and I was wet already thinking about the possibility of getting him to come over to my house when he got through with work. Little did I know, I didn't have to wait that long. I dressed carefully for my visit. I perfumed my body with a light scent of musk. I wore a sundress with no bra or panties, and my sandals. The dress had little spaghetti straps and hugged my body in all the right places.
When I got to the station, Ed walked out to my car and opened the door for me. He smiled his big gorgeous smile, and bent in to grab my hand to help me out of the car. When I stood up, he whistled and told me I look hot. By this time, I am so hot thinking of what may happen when I get him to my house later, my nipples are rock hard and standing up like pencil erasers.