This is the second part of the first entitled "Gotta love fucking fresh divorcees" where William a newly single gentleman is fucking a number of divorcees introduced to him at his church. He has a hot fuck-date with beautiful, shy, new divorcee, Lucille. This story is that fuck-date from Lucille's perspective. She wants to get laid just as bad or even more than William and discovers what real sex is all about.
Most of the text is her internal thoughts. Only the words that are spoken are in quotation marks.
Enjoy reading the thoughts of a woman in heat.
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Oh, my word, I haven't been able to think straight for the last two days, not since my dinner date with William. He shocked me at the end of our evening together when he invited me to come over to his penthouse tonight and wear my new dress with no panties on underneath. I was speechless. Accepting would obviously mean that sex was in the cards. The next day after thinking about it, I decided that it was time to have sex with this strong gentleman. He texted me his address and I replied that I looked forward to our date. That was pretty much saying that I would be panty-less and willing. I'm just too shy with men to come right out and say it.
It's been a year since my divorce and I haven't been with a man in such a long time. Even my ex and I hardly had sex during our marriage. William and I have been dating for well over a month and he has been a perfect gentleman. He's nothing like my ex. He's masculine and strong. When he's beside me, I feel his powerful presence. I loved holding his hand when we hiked in the state park. It was so reassuring when we climbed steep, rocky areas and he would pull me up in the difficult parts. When we kissed and he held me, I felt safe in his arms. It made me realize what I have been missing in a relationship and why it had been a great idea to divorce my ex.
The word date seems so strange to me. I used to think that was just for high school kids, not for a grown up woman like myself. But I guess now that I am a divorced woman, I'm going to be dating, hopefully not for long. Single life is not for me. I like the security and peacefulness of married life. Maybe William is the strong, successful gentleman that I can be a great wife to and a mother to his children. Tonight will be the big test.
As I stand before the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I see a good looking woman with traditional long blonde hair and a well-kept figure. Lord knows I've spent so much time doing Pilates and yoga. The physical exercise helps vent the sexual energy that keeps building up in my body. Many of my women friends use vibrators and other ways of masturbating but my religious convictions tell me this is the devil's work. So, I just get relief in other physical ways. But I do admit that my sexual urges get so strong that I often wake in the night from erotic dreams and it takes all my willpower not to stroke my private parts to get relief.
The last two days have been especially difficult. Thinking about walking through William's door with no panties on and him knowing has made me horny and panicked in waves. Here I am in the mirror with pink high-heels, my sexy shoulder-less cocktail dress and a bare bum underneath. My word, what would my mother think. I know she would be aghast at seeing me trim my pubic hair earlier. But it was so long. I'd never trimmed it in my entire life and it was very shaggy. After I had trimmed it, I ran my hand over my whole crotch to see how it felt with less hair down there. My hand gliding over my private parts almost made me faint with the erotic electricity that shot up through my body. I didn't expect that and it made me realize that I had repressed my sexual energy way too long. It's time to drive to William's house. Let me put on a little perfume first. Oh, heck, I'll put on some more. Please Lord, I hope he likes me.
Later, going up the elevator.
Here we are at the top floor. Only three apartments, his must be huge. Ah, there's his door. I'll knock.
William swings open the door with gusto. What a handsome man he is. I feel nervous but give as big a smile as I can as he invites me in. How sweet, he's opening his arms to invite me for a hug. That feels so good. He has such a manly smell about him. Whoops! His hand just went down and checked my bum to see if I was wearing panties. My face just went hot with I'm sure a huge blush. He KNOWS I'm naked down there. I'm going to die of embarrassment. What does he think of me? Will he respect me?
He's acting as if everything is so normal. He is so confident in his own skin. We go and sit at his dining room table with its nice lit candles and dinnerware. His apartment is so beautiful. I'd love to live in a place like this, at least before we had any kids. Kids do so much better in the suburbs. Lucille, stop that crazy thinking. You just met this man.
My goodness, he can cook. He brings out a nice pasta and salad. Pinch me. His shoulders are so broad and I can see a bit of chest hair with his shirt unbuttoned a bit. That is so masculine. My nostrils are flaring as I breath in and I swear I can smell his manly odor even across the table. His chin is so strong and the lips look so lush. Every time his eyes meet mine, I look down and blush. It's like he can read my mind and all the inappropriate thoughts I'm having. Lucille, you're thinking like a tart.
He says in a deep voice, "I can't believe some guy would be so dumb to lose a wonderful woman like you. What happened? You don't have to tell me if it's too sensitive."
Wow, should I tell him the truth? Sure, honesty is the best policy my father taught me.
"No, that's okay. If we are going to have a relationship, it's best that you know. My family and I are very religious so when I met my future husband in high school, we decided not to have sex until we were married. Because I went off to university, that meant we had to wait another four years before our marriage when I was almost twenty-four. After the wedding, we had sex just a few times and we discovered that he had a very low libido. In fact, he was almost impotent."
"Lucille, that's too bad. I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I guess I'm lucky because that means you are here with me."
Oh yes, William I'm here with you. I know you won't be like my weak ex-husband. William's hands are so large. God, I just got a chill knowing that those hands will be feeling all over my body very soon. I can't wait. My pussy is starting to get wet just thinking about it. I wonder if it's true that a man with big hands has a large penis.
"We went to counselling for a few years but it didn't help. The therapist thought that he was possibly a homosexual and with his strict religious upbringing, he refused to accept it. Since I want to have children, there was no option other than divorce. I'm very shy with men and you are the first man I've dated since the divorce. Ethel was nice enough to introduce me to you and I trust her judgement. You have been such a perfect Christian gentleman since we met."
Ethel was so enthusiastic about me meeting William. I think she has a crush on him herself even though she's happily married.
"William, I no longer think it's a good idea to wait for one's wedding night before having sex. That is what led to my problems with my ex-husband." I can't give him more of a go ahead signal than that.
He looks me deeply in the eyes and says, "Why don't we go into the living room and relax a bit." My heart skips a beat. Panic. Oh my heavens, it's going to happen. It's time. My breathing is fast and shallow.
He pulls my chair back as I stand. He puts a controlling hand in my lower back and directs me to a large black sofa in the living room. I sit and put my hands in my lap. Lucille, you're acting like a school girl. But I don't know what to do. I've never dated or been with a man other than my weak husband. I'll just wait and do what William says.
"Lucille, come over here closer."
I slide over to his side. Our bodies touching feels so right. He seems so large and I feel tiny. His arm over my shoulder and his hand on my bare skin there feel so good.
"Your perfume is so sexy."
God, I'm so nervous I might explode.
"I'm glad you like it." I look up at him and say "William, I'm not that experienced at this kind of thing. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry Lucille. Everything will be fine. Don't be nervous. Just do whatever I say and all will be good. You can trust me."
That makes me feel better. I lean my head on his chest. Goodness gracious, I see a big tent in William's pants. Those stories about large hands must be true.
