I was raised and educated in Texas, a very conservative state by any measure, so other than the beautiful young housewife who lovingly seduced and introduced me to the resplendent world of female sexuality, there weren't many opportunities for deep and sexual relationships with other young women growing up. There's an expectation for Texas girls as they mature, as is the same as many other places. So a large part of my sexual growth involved the experience aspect of relationships, and coupled with my independent streak, I've been less interested in longterm relationships as opposed to having fun. Which isn't to say I want to be alone, or use people for my own craven desires. I truly love being around people I'm comfortable with, and will try my best to make them feel wanted and respected.
My current relationship is with a lovely woman named Staci. She's 32, divorced for two years, no children. Was married just under five years, but said he became a controlling, insecure person, and not the man she had dated and married. At least not that she detected. But he started to become suspicious of her when she said there was absolutely no reason for that type of behavior. And while he never became physically abusive, although she saw that as a next step, he was mentally and verbally so. She'd had enough, and with secure employment they separated - well, she left him. There were the usual reunions, but each failed and finally she had her lawyer get a restraining order and subsequent divorce.
I'm also very aware of Staci's vulnerabilities, and won't take advantage of her. She was deeply hurt, spent many hours questioning her judgement in relationships, and I love helping her work through these issues without leading her in my preferred direction, but what she determines is best for her. I want her to know she's loved, and that goes beyond our personal circle. She knows she can be held and comforted in ways that don't always have to lead to an orgasm, but brings pleasureable thoughts and assurances to her soul.
Staci stands about five-seven, a 34C-29-36 figure with natural auburn hair color top to bottom, although she does have highlights above. Her breasts are alabaster where not tanned, with pink areolas and nipples, light freckles over her breastbone/shoulder area. But those are just the physical aspects, and of course she's much more than that. Staci is intelligent, bubbly, outgoing, beautiful inside and out, unpretentious and loving.
She works for the company which oversees our books. I've known her informally for over a year. One Friday afternoon a couple of people from her group, including her, were wrapping up their quarterly obligations and a few of us invited them to join us at our weekly gathering. After a couple of drinks and lite fare Staci and I grabbed a couple of coworkers and dragged them onto the small dance floor. Maybe it was our familiarity with the guys that led us to pay more attention to each other as we moved to the beat, but before long we found ourselves alone on the floor where we watched each other more intently. A couple of times the music was so loud we had to lean in to speak with each other. I'm sure we purposely ensured the other felt our hot breath on their ear and neck as our flirtation increased. After a few moments of that type of behavior, she leaned in towards my ear and licked the outside before pulling back away with a mischievous smile.
That sealed it for me, and the dancing became closer and the touching more purposeful, the heat and perfume from her body so sensual. Once we'd had enough dancing we went back to our tables and Staci asked me if I'd like to accompany her home. We couldn't get out of there fast enough! As we walked outside to our respective cars, with Staci to my right, we paused and grasped hands.
Staci then pointed and said, "I'm up here, just follow me," and then leaned in and brushed her lips and tongue lightly over mine, before turning and walking away.
