I was the master of the board walk romance.
We walked the path of concrete lined by tall skinny palm trees along the ocean's shore. She looked out past the sandy beach. Her eyes seduced by the silvery cast of the moon over the Pacific. I held her hand, her delicate, well manicured hand, and guided her down shore. A slow walk by the ocean was the perfect way to digest our food and absorbed the ambient energy of our surroundings.
I told her that she was beautiful and that I wanted to taste her tongue on the broad walk. She didn't resist my attempts. I grabbed her face. Her soft cheeks felt slightly chilled. My fuller lips overlapped hers. She quivered from the tenderness of lips. Her body temp rose and melted away ideas of modesty. She sucked the tip of my tongue and grabbed a firm grip around my ass. I liked that. I was a hands on man.
"Wow, you are a wonderful kisser." Diane's light blue eyes smiled at me. "I'm shocked that a guy your age can be so sensual."
"How old do you think I am?"
"Gosh, a lot younger then me. How old are you?"
"Take a guess."
"Twenty three maybe?"
"I'll be thirty in three years. Did my kisses please you?"
"Oh god yes." Diane responded almost sounding embarrassed."It's been awhile since I've been kissed passionately like that."
Diane's kiss exposed her. She was a woman that lived her out of balance. She gave her life to her career and her children. She didn't have to tell me that she was a divorce mother of three. I felt it in her kiss. Saw it in her child bearing hips and the way her boot cut jeans hugged around the thickness of her thighs.
A woman like Diane spent her life in the pursuit of the American dream and forgot the joys of the treasures of this world. She forgot the beauty of a sunset. The ambience of a moon lit night. The calming sounds of the ocean and the brisk freshness of a ocean breeze. She forgot how simple gestures like a warm hand or a hot tongue could set the body on fire. I wondered how long had she walked through life without passion.
"How long has it been?"
"Gosh... How long has it been since I've been kissed or how long has it been since I've been with a man?"
"How long has it been?"
She paused to give thought about the question I just asked her. I grabbed her in my arms and buried my tongue inside her mouth again. She kissed me back with more intensity in her lips. She groaned in the night's air. People stirred around the boardwalk. We were in a perfect place.
"Six months ago." Diane blurted out slowly. "I met up with an old college friend that was in town and spent one night with him back at his hotel."
I brought fire to Diane's normally ivory cheeks. She looked flush with fever and by the intensity in her groans I knew that her face wasn't the only part of her body on fire.
"Did he make your knees weak when he kissed you?"
"No, not exactly. Nothing like how I felt after one of your kisses."
I had the right tools to be a passionate kisser. I had smooth, well portioned, top and bottom lips. They weren't thin. They weren't too juicy. They were tender from constantly being moisturized. It was an occupational hazard to have chap lips.
"How was he?"
"Definitely older then you." Diane recaptured my hand as we continued our walk. "I wasn't looking for love or even companionship that night. I had a physical need. He had a physical need. I had a familiarity with him. He mounted me on the hotel bed and gave me what i wanted it."
"Is that what you want? Too be mounted on a hotel bed?"
Diane's blondish brown hair spiraled straight down her shoulders and rested on top of her jacket. Just above the pink and green flower pinned over her left breast. At dinner I noticed how tender her body looked. With her jacket off her arms were exposed in pink, black, and green floral tank blouse. Her breasts were smallish in nature but she had plenty of meat on her lower body. We drank a little wine. She seemed a bit nervous. I caressed her hand and told her that I hoped she'd enjoyed this weekend as much as I.
"What do you want out of this weekend? I could remove your sateen jacket, pull your blouse over your head, strip you out of those pants, remove your bra, then pull down your panties so that we could fuck like wild animals for three days and three nights. I can satisfy all your carnival desires if that's what your looking for."
"Us talking and kissing is nice." Diane allowed herself to smile. She had a pretty smile and a womanly body. I couldn't wait to make her feel the heat from my fire.
I led Diane to Kellogg park which was a grassy rest area along the boardwalk covered by trees. We sat on one of the benches. I put my left arm around her shoulder as we starred out at the dark waves of the Pacific.
"Sex should be like the ocean. It should be extremely wet, showering and in constant motion."
I reached over and placed my right hand on top of her left thigh. "That's why I enjoy sex with older, mature figured women. When i pounded into their bodies from the back I like the way their asses wave like the ocean."
Diane reached for my face and kissed me lustfully. She swallowed my tongue and caressed my thigh as i caressed hers. Her kisses were hot and wet. I reached for the middle of her jeans and patted her pussy through her jeans. Diane found the stiffness in my linen pants. She crooned like a cat in heat and ran her fingers along my bulge.
"Ummm....That's my spot." Diane squirmed in her jeans from my hot kisses on the contours of her neck.
"Are you sure that's your spot? I'm sure I can find another one."
"Oh my...You are a naughty boy." I surprised her when I got down on my knees and squeezed between her thighs. She leaned in closer to kiss me again.
"How does my hands feel on your body?"
