When we first met
It's been nine years since Lisa, and I first met. I had recently gone through a divorce that I caused in an effort, or at least what I thought, to be with someone I loved. It wasn't love, of course, but more of a lust and desire of a man in the late 30s who didn't know what he had. As we get older, I feel things become clearer. What you want in a partner or a spouse. What you need to be happy. What you desire sexually. Even financially I've found that my focus is not on being rich and how much money I can make, but rather, how much do I NEED to be happy and those are very different things.
When I was younger, I felt like my wife was not edgy enough in bed. Not willing to do the things that I desired or get a little crazy. Looking back, I missed a huge opportunity. She loved me dearly. More than anyone has ever loved me. We did lots of things together, way more than I thought or realized at the time. And in bed? Now I realize that she loved doggy, light bondage, toys, etc. She loved having her nipples squeezed hard. Looking back, I realize now that that was an opportunity to explore nipple clamps and head down that road. She would suck my cock although she would not swallow, which I desperately wanted (And still do but never get). She would not do anal but was willing to try a few times. She was a tiny woman, and I'm a bigger guy with a cock to match, so again, looking back, I can understand. Yes, I can honestly say that my actions and the subsequent reaction was and is to this day, my biggest regret in life.
Then I met Lisa. A 5-foot 4 athletic woman who is now 54. She has a tight flat stomach that I love, nice tight ass, toned legs, piercing eyes (she's of Danish descent) and tits that I've really grown to love. I say grown to love because when we met, I had only been with one woman close to my age. Everyone else that I had been with was significantly younger and Lisa was the first woman that I was with that was my age, had a couple kids and so her tits sag. They are about b/c size and the nipples point to the ground. But they are wonderful nipples and as she's gotten older over our time together her tits have gotten a little bigger. And while originally it was new to me, I absolutely LOVE her tits, especially as she is riding me. Which she no longer does, but we'll get into that.
When we first met, I distinctly remember Lisa walking into the coffee shop and as I stood up to introduce myself, (We met on a dating site) she very obviously looked me up and down, then greeted me with a big smile. We hit it off right away and within a few days were out to dinner, then a couple days past that I had her come to my place for take out and wine. We sat on my couch in my two-bedroom apartment with minimal furniture as I lost most of my possessions in the divorce. The way she looked at me was of animalistic desire, wanting and anticipation. I remember her lips almost twitching as we drew close to each other for the first real deep kiss and how her tongue darted into my mouth wanting to taste me, wanting my hands on her body. Simply wanting. It was intoxicating. After that kiss, we started to fool around. We would kiss and I would rub her back, moving my hands lower to her lower back and back up, along her sides. Periodically she would lean back, and I would slide my hands across her boobs and down her flat belly as her shirt would ride up slightly, exposing her belly button and her hip bones as her low-rise jeans slid down a bit. As we got hotter and heavier, I unbuttoned the top button on her jeans and lowered the zipper enough that I could slide my hand in her pants and feal around. Her pants were tight and as I had my hand 3/4 of the way down she whispered into my ear. "Maybe we should just take these off." Who am I to argue as I moved off the couch, kneeled at her feet and pulled the jeans to the floor. There was no underwear.
Her pussy was glistening with the fresh wetness and as I sat forward, I kissed her inner thigh and made sure the breath deeply so she would feel my hot breath on her clit as I moved back up to her belly and began to pull her shirt off over her head. Lisa was squirming a little and I could tell she wanted me badly. The shirt came off and so did the bra, exposing her tits and I quickly grabbed them with my hands as I started to move back down to her belly and her waiting clit. As I licked her clit and began to move my tongue up and down to her dripping hole, Lisa moaned and just leaned back. I slid two of my fingers into her now soaked pussy and as I began to finger her she moaned louder and arched her back. Then.......all of a sudden, stopped, pull me away, grabbed my hand and said. "Let's go to the bedroom."
