I'm not like most of those middle aged, forty something men you may have read about, in that I don't exercise regularly and I don't have a big ten incher. At 6'2" and over 250 lbs. I'm not exactly a chick magnet. To my credit I have been told I'm nice looking and with regards to my equipment I have never had any complaints about my average sized penis.
My problem was that since my divorce seven years ago I noticed that women closer to my age held no allure for me. I had dated three different women, all in their forties and none of the relationships lasted more than 4 months. There was also another problem that had begun to develop as it began to take me longer and longer to ejaculate. On one particular occasion I had continuous sex for 4 hours and never climaxed. My girlfriend at the time was worried that she didn't satisfy me and it was our ultimate undoing. Concerned I called a friend of mine who was a urologist and asked him what the deal was and he informed me that I probably had something called DES, or delayed ejaculation syndrome. The long and the short of it is they don't really know what causes it and it may go away on its own.
Two months after my 46th birthday I met a young lady who was involved in a business deal with a friend of mine, and because she likes mature men and she was drop dead gorgeous, we ended up having sex having known each other a total of 4 hours. The sex was awesome and Suzy and I would hook up several times. She liked the fact that I didn't come fast like the younger men she occasionally allowed to be intimate with her. The last time we were together she told me that I should open up a business to teach my art. I never thought of it as an art but graciously thanked her for the compliment.
The following summer my office decided they needed to expand their HR department and it required someone who had knowledge about the company as well as being familiar with labor laws, insurance are retirement programs to take over the department and so I was promoted and sent to a one month crash course in human resources at the home office in Houston, Texas.
Having grown up in Texas it was sort of a home coming for me. The first couple of days where rather mindless chatter as the presenters were reviewing crap I already knew and so in the evenings I was going out with some of the younger men in our group to sample some of the nearby gentlemen's clubs. It was on Wednesday of the first week of the "workshop" that it happened.
As we gathered for our morning session a young black woman entered the room and found a seat close to where I was sitting and when I saw her walk in she took my breath away. Medium colored with movie star facial features, she was about 5'5", small breasted, and nicely dressed in a dark blue business suit and white blouse. Her hair was straight and lightened just a bit with high-lights and was cut to shoulder length. She looked over at me with the most amazing hazel eyes, then smiled and looked down. She was beautiful, a Nubian goddess.
Now please understand that I have never considered myself a bigot and I have always been attracted to women of different ethnicities, but this was the first time in my adult life, with the exception of the time I had met Halle Berry at a charity gala in Atlanta, that I had experienced such an immediate attraction to a woman who was not Caucasian. I found myself distracted by her beauty and grace. I spied her name tag and noticed her name was Kerri Jones, and Miss Jones did not wear any rings on her dainty fingers. I think you may have the idea by this point that, to put it quite simply, I was smitten. You can imagine my joy when I found out later that morning that she and I were assigned to the same discussion group.
As we gathered in one of the smaller meeting rooms I introduced myself to her, "How do you do, I'm Don Scott from Atlanta."
"Kerri Jones from the Detroit office, I'm the executive assistant to the head of the HR department but since she's off on maternity leave, my regional VP suggested I come." She replied and presented her hand.
I took her dainty hand in mine and shook it in a professional greeting but I marveled at its smallness and softness. I found she was easy to talk to and I liked her immediately. "Do you have any plans for dinner?" I asked.
"No I was just going to have room service sent up." Kerri replied.
"Well, why don't you let me take you out to dinner? I have friends from college that live here, and they have suggested a couple of places. Do you like seafood?" I really wanted to get to know her better.
She smiled and thanked me for the invitation. "Sure I would love to go, anything is better than hotel food."
As soon as we began our meeting we found out that we would be working through some model exercises and the trainer divided us into pairs and since Kerri and I were sitting next to one another we were paired for the duration of the month which would result in us working very closely and presenting our projects to the group. Needless to say, I was inwardly overjoyed.
As we broke for lunch I suggested we catch a quick bite and get to know each other since we would be working so closely together and she agreed. I sat and marveled at her flawless beauty as she described herself. She was in her late twenties, married right out of college and divorced a year later, poured herself into her work and didn't really take time for relationships. She was a religious girl, I figured that out when our lunch was brought and she took the time to bless her food. I made a mental note that at dinner I would ask her if we could say grace together.
We talked about everything and nothing and I found my attraction growing for this beautiful young woman. We returned from lunch and went back to work but suddenly everything was more interesting to me. I loved watching her, the way she moved her lips when she spoke was captivating.
As the day came to a close, I told her I would meet her in the lobby at 7. "What do I wear?" she asked. "Just dress casual, but nice, not too dressy but not too casual." I replied. I had been to Pappadoux's on several occasions when visiting Houston or San Antonio and I knew shorts were perfectly acceptable. I really just wanted to see what she would wear.
She came out of the elevator at 6:50 and she was stunning in plain stretch coral top and black skirt. My breath caught in my throat and my heart beat a little faster as she approached. "You look great, shall we go?" I quipped.
I had rented a car and knew my way around Houston pretty well, but I wanted to talk to her and not be distracted so we took a cab. Dinner was nice and she was touched that I asked her if we could say grace together. We continued to get to know one another and it was sometime during dinner that I touched her hand when she made a joke about something and lightning bolt of energy shot through my soul. To make matters worse my sometimes spitting, one eyed snake was rearing its bulbous head. I had already begun to think of her as a friend, but now I was seeing her as a possible sexual partner and perhaps even a love interest.
And so the next week proceeded, lunch in one of the hotel eateries and dinner out together. With each day if felt my affection growing for Kerri but nothing substantial happened until Friday.
During lunch I asked "Kerri, I heard about a dinner club and I thought you might like to go for an evening of dinner and dancing since we don't have to be up early in the morning."
"Oh Don! That sounds like fun. What time?" She accepted and I said I would meet her at 7:30 at her door.
She literally took my breath away when she opened the door. She was wearing a red cocktail dress that clung to her like a second skin and left little doubt she was not wearing a bra. Tasteful in the front and deep in the back her dress was cut just below mid thigh and she looked every bit the lady I knew her to be.
"You are so beautiful you'll make the stars weep",. I told her
She smiled "And you sir are quite handsome as well."
