[2 years post-COVID]
I wondered what to do with myself.
I was in my 40's and though I had a stable career, I didn't have a woman in my life. I had dated off and on for a decade, but hadn't had a long-term relationship since breaking up with my then-girlfriend when we were both 33. We had been together for 4 years, but she wanted kids and after we had tried for 18 months, I got tested and found that unbeknownst to anyone until then, my sperm cells were defective. A rare mutation had made me unable to impregnate a woman. So in spite of all my other good qualities, Cassie had split.
Time to search online, I suppose. I put an ad up on a dating site, specifying women over 40. After some correspondence, I narrowed it down to a woman who was Brazilian by birth, born and raised there, and had come to the US from Brazil to attend college. She had gone through all the legalities and was a full-fledged American citizen now. She, like me, had stable employment. Both of us were essentially middle-management paper-pushers, each for a prominent local company. She had just turned 46, which made her just slightly older than me.
We traded photographs. She was about my height (five-foot-seven), had a lovely olive complexion, straight black shoulder-length hair, dark eyes, slim and toned build, small chest that fit her frame (B-cups, I found out later: they looked perfect on her), and lovely legs. I have pale skin, short blond hair, no beard or mustache (permanently removed, so I can look professional at work), a slender frame with little muscle anywhere, and an average-length cock of normal thickness. Nothing exceptional, but I do keep myself in good shape, so I don't have a paunch.
After three months of e-mails back and forth, we decided to meet in person. Up until now, she had been using the handle "Marta89". My dating-site ID was "Carl44", Carl being my actual name. We met at the local café, and the first thing she told me caught me off guard.
After we'd gotten our food and beverages, and I had introduced myself as Carl, she informed me that Marta wasn't her actual name.
"My name is Sisleide Camargo da Silva. But since there's no way you can pronounce that, just call me Sis."
"Sis?"
"Yes. Call me Sis."
"All right."
We chatted over our food and drinks for about 20 minutes, then went our separate ways with the agreement that we'd meet in person again the next weekend. The chemistry seemed to be there.
We kept up electronic correspondence during the week, and met for a picnic lunch in the park the next Saturday. I had brought standard white-person American food, and Sis brought Brazilian cuisine. She sampled the sandwiches, salad, and sliced apples I had brought, and I tried some of the feijoada (beef, bean and pork stew) and farofa (toasted cassava) she had brought. She was a good cook, and I told her as much. The things I had made didn't require a lot of culinary skill, but Sis said they did taste good.
The weekend after that, we went to an early movie - a matinee - and swung by an Italian restaurant afterwards. That was followed by a date we spent walking in the nearby hills, one where we attended the comedy club, one where we visited an art gallery, and one where we went boating on the lake outside town.
On the Tuesday after the boating, Sis cut to the chase. "Okay, you've proved that you're interested in me, not just my body. But I haven't had a man in my bed in three years. When do we get to the part where we have sex?"
I replied back with, "Whenever you're ready. You're a lovely woman, in every sense of the term. I just didn't want to pressure you and scare you off."
Her response: "Come over to my house Friday evening and spend the weekend in bed. 😉 I hope you know how to satisfy a woman."
I was suddenly looking forward to Friday a lot more than I normally would. Sis gave me her home address, and I made sure I knew the directions to get there. Friday afternoon, I zipped home from work, showered, changed into clean but casual clothes, let Sis know I was en route, and headed on over.
Sis opened the door dressed in a robe and let me in, locking the door behind her. "Welcome to my home, Carl."
"Thanks, Sis."
She gave me a fast tour, we stuffed some leftovers down our gullets, and after we both made pit stops, Sis took me to her bedroom.
"Get your clothes off," she instructed me. I did, neatly folding them and placing them on top of a dresser. Sis merely slipped out of her robe, hanging it on a hook. We climbed onto her bed.
"You're a gorgeous woman, Sis."
"Thank you, Carl. Now, let's get on with the sex."
Sis's strength surprised me. She rolled on top of me and pinned me to the bed beneath her as her lips met mine. After one soft kiss, we paused for an instant and she gave me a smile. Then she seized my mouth with hers, forcing it open and jamming her tongue down into my throat. I returned the kiss more in self-defense than anything else. Sis wrapped her arms around me, holding me in a very tight grip.
When she broke for air, I said, "Sis, calm down. You already have me naked and in your bed. Let me pleasure you slowly."
Her grip relaxed a small fraction. "Sorry, Carl. It is just that I am very horny."
"I promise to give you plenty of pleasure."
I tried to slide Sis's body upwards along mine. She got the hint and allowed me to position her with her chest against my face. I kissed between her pert breasts at first, and she shivered. Then I slowly circled my tongue all around the base of her breast, moving it in a helix towards her nipple. Her slim body trembled with excitement. I repeated the process with her other breast, and then began suckling. Sis let out a happy purr and held my head in place. I switched back and forth between her nipples, and she ground her body against mine as I did so.
"I want your tongue somewhere else. You're driving me crazy."
