Growing up, I was fortunate enough to have a nuclear family along with traditional experiences. I was always competitive and pushing limits. I knew there was more to life so I joined the military right after high school. I choose a job in the military where I'd be in the 3rd class to ever allow women. I've always been told I have a physical presence; however average people often overlook my psychological presence. I've been able to leave a psychological footprint on the average person without them even knowing it. That being said, I was lucky enough to grow up using this ability for team building and positive aspects with a few devious adventures.
When I was 18 I had a near death experience. We were kayaking a river that was high and the water was moving fast. I ended up in the river and an undertow threw me into a tree and debris covered by the river. As my torso hit the tree and my legs became tangled I wondered if I had pushed it too far. I learned that I was even stronger than I realized. As I came out of the water I saw the look on my friends face, they thought it would be a recovery and not a rescue. I had learned what a true adrenaline rush was and I was hooked. I took calculated risks others would avoid, but had fun with other like-minded individuals.
Too early in my 20's I married, had children and spent years as a soccer mom. The PTA meetings wore on my soul, but I felt a duty. After the kids were grown I divorced and set on a path to find out who I am as a woman in her 40's. All the while I maintained a professional status of tough but fair. I am in management and work with men that were scared to get their hands dirty. When necessary, I even had to fire personnel who didn't fulfill their end of contracts. One was a 6'4" iron worker and my heart beat a little fast that day. But I am always in control and never show my hand. I've always had to be.
I became sexually active again wanting to try new things, but the average man is dull and programmed. The typical man is so scared of failure he refuses to take chances and thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of an orgasm. Men don't understand what a "lady in the street, freak in the sheet" is about. I believed I was careful and even was fortunate enough to try to entice an air combat controller and professional hockey player into more adventurous games in the bedroom without satisfying luck. Even with mediocure sex I began squirting. I realized I could again feel the satisfying rush if I could find a man uninhibited and open minded. Younger men seem to hit on me and I blew it off, even criticizing cougars. They did not seem like a safe choice. I had given up and realized my vibrator was less drama.
My brother has a work friend. He's always seemed alluring, but he is nearly 20 years younger. Tall, handsome and he seemed to have a calculating attitude where he knows much more than he lets on. I could recognize he's always processing information. I found him physically and mentally stimulating. An opportunity presented itself where he needed a ride to the airport. We exchanged numbers and texting ensued. When he arrived and we were alone, I thought I'd play and asked him if he knew what "tossing a salad" was. I was bored and I thought it would be fun to see how he responded. Not only did he answer, but it lit a conversation where I found him confident and sexy. I found him more and more interesting. His honesty and comfortableness with who he was a huge turn on. I found myself wet just by the conversation. As we rode to the airport and I asked him to check something on my phone. He looked at my phone and rested it on his left knee. I reached across to get my phone. I could feel my cheeks unexpectedly and uncontrollably flush as I became wetter and wetter. I realized I wanted to pull over to the side of the highway and just fuck him. What was wrong with me?
