The First Time - Epilogue
(From a pleasuree to a pleasurer.)
If you haven't read it yet, you should read 'The First Time'. After meeting with Eve almost weekly for a few months, my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to experience sexually pleasuring a woman. Eve enjoyed her role as a pleasurer so much. She didn't dominate. She didn't guide. She was there to be used. She had preached from the start, "You have to be honest with yourself first and then open with me. The more you are, the more you will enjoy our time together".
With her, I had transformed from a woman who made herself sexually available to another hoping for the best to one who orchestrated her sexual pleasures to her fullest satisfaction. It is an orchestration similar to what you observe in a performance of classical ballet.
I had a woman already in mind. She, Jackie, was ~5' 6", ~140 lbs, vivacious and in her 60s. I wanted an older woman because she should know what she liked and would enjoy the pleasures I could give her. I learned later that she was in her 70s. That was even better. I saw her often in a thrift store that we frequented. We had what I would refer to as a 'passing' acquaintance. When ever we saw one another, we shared 'pleasantries of the day'. She is married, her husband is retired and her children are married, one living in Michigan and the other in Florida.
I set out to develop our relationship further. I expanded upon our brief exchanges to encompass family and other activities. When I sensed that she looked forward to our chance meetings, I suggested that we meet for lunch. She heartedly welcomed the idea. The following week we met.
A couple of lunch meetings later, our discussion about family grew more personal. Her life, as I expected, was rather routine and sexless. Her husband was attentive but not sexually so. He had difficulty having and maintaining an erection. As she shared with me, her voice became wistful. It was the opening that I was hoping for.
"Do you miss the sex?", I asked.
"Yes, not the intercourse, but the holding and touching. He would arouse me to the point at which he could readily penetrate me. Once he came, he was done, though. He'd hold me afterwards but would fall off to sleep quickly. When the kids were young, we'd tease one another with touches during the day and finish at night when we went to bed. If I could make him horny enough, he'd go down on me. He knew that I liked it. For the most part, though, I pleasure myself when my needs became too strong."
I offered a little about my sex life in return. I did hint, though, that I had found a solution for an inattentive husband. If she picked up on it, that would be fine. If she didn't, I'd move on.
When we met for lunch the following week, she was unusually talkative and led the discussion. It wasn't long before she asked, "Last week, you hinted that you were getting satisfying sex. Could you tell me more?"
I described my experience with Eve. I wanted to get her hooked. I shared with her that the greatest thing that I learned with Eve was that it was up to me to get what I wanted. Once I figured that out, the rest was easy. Eve was always willing to do whatever.
A couple of days later, Jackie called me.
After the exchange of the usual pleasantries, she blurted out, "Do you think Eve would be interested in me? Could you get me a meeting with her?"
