I was going through a really rough time in my life. I was 43. I had gone through a very nast divorce and I was very lonely. I got through days with little problem, working during the week and playing golf on Saturday, but coming home to an empty house was almost unbearable.
Then a wonderful lady came into my life.
I had known Debbie, casually, for a couple of years. She worked in the same department as I but I knew nothing about her private life. I knew that she had just had her 40th birthday because of the black balloons and streamers around her desk. I assumed that she was married and happy. She always had a smile on her face and was very friendly toward me.
The location of our desks required that I walk by her desk to get out of the department. I made this trip many times a day. One day as I was on my way to have a cup of coffee, she asked me if she could join me. I was pleasantly surprised that a beautiful young lady would invite herself to have coffee with me. That began a wonderful friendship that got me through some rough times.
We chatted over coffee everyday and she confided in me as I did with her. I found that she was divorced and living with her boyfriend. She had much the same experience as I. Her ex had been cruel to her and they had a fierce custody battle. She needed someone to talk with and so did I. I continued to wonder why she was being nice to me. After all, she was living with her boyfriend. Then one morning she took the initiative and invited me to have dinner with her at a local restaurant. I really enjoyed the company of this lovely lady. Our relationship raised some eyebrows, but she didn’t seem to mind and, of course, neither did I. On one of these occasions, she confided in me that her sex life with her boyfriend was less than satisfactory. That got my attention. She told me that he was only interested in sports she was tired of watching TV in the bedroom while he sat up and watched his sports. She said, “I am no nympho but once a month is just not enough for me and he refuses to see a doctor about it.
I took that as an opportunity to tell her that I liked movies and situation comedies and that she was welcome to come over anytime. I just let it go at that. A couple of days later she said that there was a movie on television that she would like to see. She asked if I would like to see it. Of course, I jumped at the invitation to have her company.
On Saturday night, I had the Margarita mix all prepared. I showered, shaved and put on after-shave and cologne. I dressed in my loose fitting black slacks over black silk boxers. I wore my white satin shirt with no undershirt. She arrived wearing a sexy short skirt, a blouse that showed a lot of cleavage and that big smile. I led her into my kitchen/den area an offered her a seat on the couch. I wet the rim on two glasses, dipped them into salt and poured two Margaritas.
I sat beside her at a comfortable distance and changed the channel to the movie channel. I hadn’t asked her what movie was on and I really didn’t care. When the title came up “9 ½ Weeks”, my heart jumped a beat. “Have you ever seen this movie?” I asked. She said, “No, but my girlfriends tell me that it is really hot.” That put my mind in a whirl. Why had she picked a “hot” movie to watch with me?
As we sat and watched the movie and sipped our Margaritas, she began to loosen up. She excused herself to “freshen up” and when she returned, I could see that she had removed her bra. Her big brown nipples were barely visible through her blouse. I wondered if she had removed her panties, if she had been wearing any. She sat down closer to me this time, our sides touching. There was no place for my arm except around her shoulders. She laid her head back on my shoulder and snuggled a little closer. As the sex scenes played on the TV she put her hand on my leg and rubbed my inner thigh.
My right hand, over her shoulder, slowly progressed to the top of her breast. I lightly stroked the top of her breast. She arched her back, signaling that she wanted my hand lower. My hand slid slowly into her blouse and found her large erect nipple. My finger circled it. She moaned lightly into my neck. Her hand moved up my thigh and began rubbing the bulge in my pants. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefingers, gently pinching, “Harder”, she moaned, grasping my bulging cock and squeezing.
I reached farther and cupped her breast in my hand, feeling the hard nipple under my palm. I squeezed her breast as I massaged her nipple with my palm. She was now stroking my hardening cock. She raised her face looking into my eyes. Her eyes were dancing with desire. I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly at first, my tongue slipping between her lips. She invited my tongue into her mouth, sucking it and circling it with hers. Her hand reached behind my head, pulling my lips harder against mine.
We were now facing one another, her hard nipples pressing against my chest through the thin material. She reached down and found my zipper, caressing my hard cock through the smooth silk. I began to unbutton her blouse, exposing those large firm breasts. I kneeled in front of her and took her left nipple into my mouth, my fingers pinching the right one hard with a twisting motion. Her head resting on the back of the couch as she moaned loudly. I moved my mouth to her right nipple replacing it with my left hand. My right hand went under her short skirt, which was now high on her upper thighs. My fingers found her wet slit, rubbing up and down, teasing her clit as they reached top.
Continuing to make love to her bountiful breasts with my mouth and fingers, I caressed her clit between my thumb and finger. Her hips arched forward, pressing her wetness against my fingers. Sliding two fingers into her tunnel of love, my thumb stayed on her clit massaging it as my fingers slid in and out. “YESSS” she moaned, “Like that, DON’T STOP.” She was humping her hips into my fingers. “OH MY GAWD, I AM GOING TO CUM”, she screamed. “AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH” I felt her spasms on my fingers as I forced them deep inside. Her whole body was shaking with the after shocks of her earth shattering release.
“Oh, Jack, I needed that. It has been so long.” “That’s only the beginning, Debbie.” I replied “mmmmmmmm”, she said. “What else to you have planned? The movie is all over and we didn’t see the ending.”
“Don’t worry, I have a tape of that movie, “ I said, smiling. “Let me get the tape and freshen our drinks and we can see what happens next.”
“John will be worried, let me call him. I told him I was visiting a girl friend”, she replied. As I was getting the tape and fixing the drinks, I heard her tell him that she had had a few drinks and didn’t think that she should be driving. She said that her girlfriend had insisted that she sleep over. After she hung up, she said, “I woke him up. I don’t think he will remember anything I said.”
I said, “I have a VCR in the bedroom and a nice big king sized bed. Would you be more comfortable in there?” Without answering, she got up, started toward the bedroom, removing her blouse as she went. By the time that I got there with the drinks and tape, she was out of her clothes and laying in the bed against the pillows wearing nothing but that big smile. The erection that I had begun to lose came alive again. I handed her a Margarita and set mine on the bedside table. I inserted the tape into the VCR and turned on the TV. “Let the show begin!” she laughed, still a little tipsy from the first drink.
