Frankly, I have lost interest in sexual intercourse. For that matter, ditto for blow jobs, hand jobs, foot jobs, etc. Please, don't get me wrong. It's not that I dislike sex. Quite to the contrary: I enjoy fucking a woman just as much as the guy [or gal] next door! The change is that Diane – lovely Diane – has milked my prostate and the ensuing orgasms are unparalleled in their whole-body, deep-throbbing, long-lasting effects!
Meeting Diane
It's been a week form hell at work, long hours and intense concentration to detail draining me of all energy. The proposal is finally finished and I rush to the airport to catch the very last flight, hoping to make it to my presentation early next morning. Such was my exhaustion that the instant I sat down and buckled my seatbelt I fell sound asleep. I don't remember anything during that long flight. I wake up groggily when the pilot makes the announcement of our approach. Such is my confusion that for a while I have no idea where I am, much less what I'm doing. My head is leaning upon a woman's shoulder. My hand is resting high up on her thigh, practically at her crotch.
Embarrassed, I straighten up and mumble some sort of apology, "I must have fallen asleep."
The woman smiles very sweetly, "Indeed: when I came to take my seat, you were already sound asleep. And you didn't stir all flight long!"
My next thought of course is to take away my hand. Her thighs are firm and I think I can feel she is quite moist between her legs. Very unaccustomed to this kind of situation, I slide my hand very slowly away. She turns away from me, looks out the window, and nonchalantly replaces my hand where it was. Maybe even a bit closer to her crotch, but I am not sure.
Not a word passes between us as the plane taxis to the gate and we disembark. She smiles ever so sweetly, "Do you have a car?"
My answer is as tentative as it is cautious. "I am here on a business trip. I will be renting a car, heading to my hotel, and getting a good night's rest. Big day tomorrow."
She puts her arm around my waist, cheerfully walking alongside me, "In that case, I will let you drive me home. I was planning to get a cab, but given the late hour I feel a lot safer with you. Besides. It's on the way downtown: you can drop me off, if you prefer."
Somehow I felt very much at ease with her, her cheerful disposition, business executive manners, and suave Southern accent. Walking briskly alongside me, maybe even a step or two head, she exuded self-confidence and tremendous energy. I felt good with her.
Picking up the car at the rental place, we drove away. Once on the highway, she smiled as she told me which highway to take, turned on the radio, and unzipped my trousers. Just like that! Simply and efficiently unzipped my trousers like it was the most natural, common thing to do!
Her fingertips started to play with the head of my cock. She was gentle, consistent, and deliberate in what she was doing. I could sense she was good, very good at this. I moaned and said something like, "It feels so good!"
She turned to look at me and smiled, "It's the least I could do. After all, you made me cum two or three times during the flight while you were sleeping and touching me!"
Whatever. The right thing or not to touch a woman on an airplane was irrelevant now. All that mattered is that she was stroking my cock. A good, strong erection in the hands of an expert woman: what more could a man ask for?
Bathing with Diane
We got off the highway and she asked me to stop at the drugstore. I walked in with her. She went straight to the back, picked up a bottle of baby oil, and walked back to the checkout. She glanced back at me and caught me eyeing the condoms. She laughed, "Oh, don't bother. You won't need those tonight!"
Well, so much for that fantasy. Even my erection subsided. I continued to drive, now in confused silence.
Her house, about half an hour's drive from the airport, turned out to be quite some house: big, with a sprawling lawn, large windows, and a long driveway. I drove up, got out to take her carry-on out of the trunk and walked her to the door.
She smiled, "Get your things, too. It'll save you half an hour's drive into town, you can get a good night's rest and breakfast here, and be out early tomorrow morning. Your meeting is in this general area anyways. It'll save you time and money!"
Naïve and silly that I am I still did not know what to do. Meekly I followed her inside, up the stairs and into a large bedroom. Pictures everywhere told me she was married with children. Yet she was so casual about everything! I looked at a family picture on the dresser. She saw me staring and smiled. "That's Joel and me last summer, and these are our kids, J W and Samantha."
I was still quite confused but she went on as if nothing. Taking off her blouse and skirt, she lay them neatly on the chair. "Come!"
I followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, parted her legs a bit, raised her heels on tiptoes, and started to pee. Very noisily, too. She looked up at me and smiled again, "On the plane I couldn't get up because I was afraid I'd wake you."
There she was, peeing away noisily, happy and smiling. She sighed. Taking off her panties, she handed them to me. "Please be a sweetheart and hand-wash them. The sink is right there. Use warm water and hand soap."
"Men handle women's panties like women handle a loaded gun."
Whoever said it must have been looking at me. Those panties felt so delicate, so frail, so soft in my hands. As I let the warm water run, I could sniff her femininity and almost even feel her warmth. Hand washing her panties was the single most erotic thing I had done to date!
But there was little time to waste on her panties. She had already stepped into the shower and was calling me to join her. Eagerly I too undressed and stepped in. For the first time all night I noticed exactly what her body was like. She stood about 6 feet 2 inches (I know because she was about two inches taller than my six feet), very lean and tight-bodied, toned muscles, and a flat tummy. Her breasts, maybe a 32 A or so (what do I know, except that she was small-titted) were capped with very perky nipples. For a woman with children about my age, she was in remarkable shape. Better than most women I know, actually.
Her hands were already starting to lather my body. All along she was chatting and laughing as if we had been together for ages. It was all so natural and so casually intimate! She lathered my torso and back. If she was intrigued by the three deep scars on my back, she did not say a word, except that I know she skirted them carefully.
Soon she was kneeling next to my thighs.
She slipped her soapy thumb deep into my ass!
