Things in the sex department had been pretty darn slow with my fiancée of five years. He is quite a bit older than me. The first few years were absolutely divine. But then it all came to a screeching halt when he developed some medical problems. I blamed myself for his lack of interest for a long time, then when I realized it went beyond that, I asked him to see a doctor. He wouldn't. After many heated arguments, I decided that I wasn't going to miss out. We just can't bear to split up, but I told him I wasn't waiting forever. Finally, one day, I asked him what he thought of an open relationship. He said he had been waiting for that question.
What a relief. Literally.
As a woman in my prime, I had had a couple of affairs. Nothing serious, and nothing regular. I was mostly wearing out a lot of batteries.
Ever since almost being seduced by my best friend about ten years ago, I had wondered what it would be like to go 'all the way' with another woman. I decided that since I wasn't getting any younger, I'd have to go after it, instead of waiting around for that chance to never come again. You only live once. It was time to grab my sex life life by the balls. Or lack of.
I placed an ad on a website known for these kind of hookups. Got a few really bizarre responses, of course, but there was one reply from a really cool sounding girl. I say girl, because she was almost ten years younger. And the photos she had attached blew me away -- what a hottie! Long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and lots of interesting curves. I replied right away, a bit paranoid about whether this was a real person. Sites like that tend to be magnets for weirdos, and you can never be too careful, you know?
We traded phone numbers, and yes -- she was real! We decided to meet at a bar and have a few drinks, see what developed from there. I was so nervous, it was really weird getting ready for a date with a female! I couldn't help thinking that it was the same process as getting ready for a date with a guy.
When we got out of our cars, I wanted to hug her, but was just too shy. It seemed like she didn't know what to do with her hands either, so after just grinning at each other like a couple of fools, we went in and ordered a couple of beers. The conversation was easy, we are both pretty laid back people. We had a good couple of hours just chatting away about our respective fiancées, work, & life in general. It was getting late for a work night. I started yawning, saying I had to be up at 4:30 for work the next morning.
She took a drag of her cigarette, blew the smoke in my face, and said "I'd like to see you again." I was blown away by her directness. In a very good way...I don't know where my usual nerve had gone, but I was glad she made up for it! We decided that I'd go to her house the next week, since mine had no privacy whatsoever.
We exchanged emails about how psyched we were for the next week, and talked on the phone a couple times. Finally, the day came. I was ridiculously nervous, of course. But the anticipation had almost led me to pull off the road and rub one off before I had even gotten there.
She had left work early, since I got out earlier than her and was going to her house right from there. She answered the door with a friendly "Hey!" and a large grin. I plopped down on the couch and pulled out the DVDs I had brought with. We picked "You Don't Mess With the Zohan". I figured it would go well with the joint we were about to smoke. We talked for a bit, and just got comfy. She was easy to be comfortable around. Her fiancée came home during the first half hour of the movie, and she introduced us. After a quick chat, he made himself scarce. He knew what was up.
Finally, sensing that I was not going to make the first move, she asked if I minded if she kissed me. I just couldn't get over the fact that she was younger, but bolder. It definitely worked for me! I said, "I don't mind if you don't." She leaned over and brushed my hair from my face, moving her lips closer until they met mine, softly. She had beautiful, full, soft lips. Our tongues met, and the tingling in my nether regions attested to the growing passion. We kissed harder, devouring each other's mouths, tasting the heat as we began to moan. She moved her lips to my neck, and began nibbling, licking, sucking. Her hands began to roam down to my breasts, and her fingers quickly found my already hardened nipples and began working them, much to my pleasure.