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.
I jumped in my car, with more than the engine revving! Once we arrived at her apartment and went inside, we embraced in the foyer and practically smothered each other with passionate kisses (wasn't that a song?). Not sure how one or both of us didn't fall down as our bodies pressed together in heels!
Finally Staci pulled back and said, 'Its been a long day, would you please join me in the shower?"
Taking me by the hand, she practically pulled me down the hall, and into the bedroom, not that I had to be dragged there! Again, pressing her body into mine with an intense, but loving kiss, she ran her hands down my back, squeezed my ass gently, and then slowly back up where she teasingly pulled my dress' zipper down. Pulling my sleeves outward across my shoulders, the dress fell to the floor leaving me there in my bra and panties. Staci stepped back to look at me and smiled, then practically knocked me down when she came towards me for another passionate kissing session. While I didn't think about it at the time, looking back I can definitely say she was aroused and, dare I say, sex-starved?
She was wearing a lite peach - colored blouse and black slacks. I tried to make room between us and unbutton her top, until finally she again pulled back and finished taking off the blouse and stepping out of her pants. She was wearing a nicely laced white bra and matching thong. I couldn't resist reaching in and touching her breasts, gently squeezing and watching them rise up magnificently from their cups. Where there was no tan, snow white skin showed along with her pink areola. As sensuous as they appeared before me, I had to see, feel and taste them. Staci must've thought the same because at that moment she reached behind and unhooked her bra. As soon as I saw her hands go behind her, I released my own. We simultaneously brought our hands back to each other's bosom, and softly manipulated each millimeter of skin. My vagina and panties were soaked as I reached up to cup her face and brought her in for another kiss, making sure our breasts pressed together in a heated bond.
