This is my first time writing and I have been wanting to for a long time. I feel it's easier to let it all out by writing it all because I am not sure how to really feel about what has been going on.
My name is Sarah and I am currently 27.
About 3 years ago, I had got out of a relationship and I had only dated 2 guys before that. Not that I was not interested in dating guys, I had guys ask me out but always didn't want to cause my career was much more important.
Things were going well in my career even during the pandemic, and I decided to start dating. I started using tinder and soon enough I had this guy I have been texting and we eventually decided to meet up for a first date.
I am blonde, 5'7 and 125 lbs and 32Ds. I do have a natural round butt but I never really learnt to appreciate it until later stages of my life.
So it was at the end of 2019 that I decided to meet this guy Luke. He was 2 years older to me. I wore a dress and went out at this local bar and was waiting for my date. Now I waited for a long time and already ordered my drink. I had never been stood up before so I wasn't sure why this was happening so I anyways decided to finish my drink and head back as the text messages to my date were not going through.
As I was sitting there I noticed around the bar that there were many single people and few couples. I was almost have way with my glass and had this older gentleman approach me. He was wearing a suit and seemed like he was drinking after work.
His name was Mike and he was about 6'2. He was not muscular but he had a big physique, bald and a grey beard. He was 58.
We started talking even though I wasn't sure if I wanted to engage but he seemed nice and didn't seem like he was flirty. He asked why I was alone and I told him that I was stood up and he laughed. He was an architect so I was interested to chat because I'm an interior designer.
He said he was only visiting the town for business and his son who lives with his mother as they are separated, and he would soon file for a divorce. I felt bad that he was cause he seemed nice. It was great chatting with him, and since I was done with my glass. He got me another one. We drank and I think I was there for about 2 hours and we actually had a great time even with the bartender's being all chatty.
I decided to call it a night and I wished him good luck and went home.
I was never expecting to actually spend time with anyone that might but I only realized how men can be different as they aged and it was just a thought I had that night.
Anyway, months turned to years and I was back to being busy with work and decided to get off tinder.
Gradually over the months I went out with some colleagues and that's when I met Steve. Steve and me hit it right off and within a few weeks we started dating. We were not in a rush to get into sex and stuff but the first time we did, I was not sure what to make of it.
I never had much experience with sex to be honest but I knew how it had to be but I always thought maybe I was either doing it wrong or that I had a problem.
I did cum with him and the sex was frequent at the beginning. We liked being in each others company.
We always used protection, and because of the pandemic hygiene did become priority but he was going a little crazy at times. Like there were times when I got really horny but he would leave me hanging and find a condom if he didn't have any in the bedroom. But I was not those crazy chicks who would demand him to be there and I would just have the patience with him.
Over the months with dating him, the sex became less I thought but I assumed it was very normal. But even if we did, he was either tired and gradually I would do the work in bed by only riding him and he would get off quicker.
I don't know what the problem was but I started taking time cumming. And because he would run to rinse in the shower instead of getting the bed stained, I would wait for him and then play with myself and would fake the orgasms with him by pretending and covering my pussy with my t-shirt or panty.
I never had a problem with size or anything and I seemed to have been okay with his size. He was 5 inches, not thick but very sensitive on his forehead due to his foreskin. I could not even blow him frequently cause he gradually told me that he would end him shooting and preferred wearing a condom so he could last longer than usual.
I was not sure if that was a normal thing or if he had to get it checked. We did get it checked and it apparently depends on man to man.
We started living together my September 2021 and I guess work kept us busy but we didn't realize that staying together was actually making us distant and comfortable as well. I travelled frequently to Dallas as I had a few projects that required me to be there and at times I would be there for a week or at times 4 weeks.
I was raised by my grandmother itself and he was raised my his mother. We both had small families and he thought he wanted to introduced to his mother gradually as the holidays were nearing.
His mother lived in Houston so we decided to visit her during the holidays. He had a nice family and it was great seeing them in person.
During dinner we heard the door bell ring and Steve's mom went to answer it. She came back in the hall and looked at Steve and said:
"He's here". And we all looked at each other. I was certainly new to whatever was happening. And re repeated saying "he's here. I told you he would show up when he heard you were coming".