I was raised in the Los Angeles area. In my family, my father and mother were both "A" personalities. My father had very strong feelings that marriage was for life and that the children of that family should never be raised in a broken home. As my parents "A" personalities clashed, for the sake of the marriage and the children, my father took somewhat of a backseat to my mother in a lot of things during the marriage. However, as we grow in age to the point where my two older brothers were in college and I was in last part of my senior year of high school, he had had enough of giving in to my mother to preserve the family unit. He told my mother that when I graduated from high school that he was going to divorce her. They separated during the final two months of my senior year and their divorce was finalized within a year's time.
The more we spoke the more I found myself being attracted to this man. He was good looking, intelligent, friendly, and with a good sense of humor. In that womanly way, I could see that he was attracted to me.
After that night, we started dating on a regular base, doing all the things that dating couples do. The most enjoyable times for me, were times that we just spent together alone in each other company, at home, riding in the car, going to the movies, and especially the great conversation we had during dinners. We told each other all the things going on in our lives and how we though we wanted our individual lives to be. The interesting part about our individual future visions was how close they were to each other.
The most amazing thing about our developing relationship was that every time I needed some sort of help (from small to important things), Hector was always there to give me what I needed. I realized he did these things not to show off or whatever, he did them because I needed his help. He did them for me. He truly loved me.
In a short time, I truly reciprocated that love from this man (something I had never experienced before).
I was never one who had sex early into a dating relationship. I have had only two instances where I had sex with a man, neither was fulfilling. If a man could not wait until I was ready, that was a sure sign that he didn't really respected or love me. Hector never put any pressure on me to have sex, which made me love him even more. We kissed a lot and occasionally, when we hugged; his hand would wander down onto my butt or stroke the sides of my breasts. Other than that, he never pushed the issue.
After four months of dating, I invited Hector over to my place for dinner on a Friday evening. I prepare a three-course meal consisting of salad, steak and potatoes. It was a simple meal but one that I could fix and one he seems to have a liking for. After the main course was finished and it was time for a desert, I served him a dish of banana putting. He had never had it before and was reluctant to taste it. I got up, went to him and feed him a spoon full. He went crazy with delight. He ate it all and wanted more.
After dinner, I lead him into the front room to watch some TV. We sat on the couch together with my head lying on his chest. I was wearing, as usual, a full-length dress. This one had buttons in the front that went from the top to the bottom of the dress. The way that I was situated, leaning into Hector, was causing the dress to feel restrictive on my lower body especially around my legs. So, I reached down to the bottom of the dress and unbutton it to just above my knees. Hector, of course, noticed this. A minute later I felt his right-hand reach across my chest and unbutton the dress's top three buttons which open the dress to just above my navel. This exposed the middle of my chest where my front opening bra's claps could clearly be seen. His hand went back to holding my shoulder.
I was surprised by this but made no move to re-button the top of the dress. Since he made no move to unclasp my bra or to "feel me up", I left the dress alone. What harm was there in letting him look at my bra covered chest, a chest that he would see one day anyway. A little later, I went into the kitchen to get us both a drink. I did not re-button the dress. When I came back into the room, Hector was looking at down at my exposed legs and then up to my chest. After I resumed my position of my body hugged up against his right side with my head leaning on his chest, his attention was on me and not what was on the TV. I had to playfully push his face forward toward the TV to stop him from focusing on me.
After the TV program ended, Hector reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Using his right arm, he rolled me completely over onto his body so that my face was directly in line with but lower than his face. He pulled my whole body upward, causing our groin areas to pass over each other, until our lips meet. He started gently kissing me. I responded with a certain degree of eagerness in returning his kisses. That eagerness in kissing was, in all likelihood, brought on by the pleasure I experience as my vagina passed over his hard penis. He momentarily paused the kissing to unbutton the rest of my dress exposing my panties to his view. His next move was to unclasp the front of my bra and then move my open bra to the sides. Someone (must have been me) unbutton his shirt exposing his smooth muscular chest. It felt so right, my breast touching his chest. We remained in that position kissing for a good 15 minutes.
I started getting excited. Then it hit me, the memories of those two unpleasant sexual experiences from my pass. I slowly pulled back from Hector's embrace, re-button the upper part of my dress, and said, "I think it is time to end this evening." Hector reluctantly agreed. He got himself together and we walked to the front door. I open the door, kissed him good night and then watch him go to his car and drive away.
After taking a quick shower, I went to put on my pajamas. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to put them on; instead I got into bed nude (a first for me). Under the covers, I started running my hands all over my body. I felt my lips, cheeks, breasts, and nipples. I passed my fingers over those lips down there and suddenly felt something poking at my finger as it moved upward along to the top of one of my lips. For the first time in my life, I saw and felt my clitoris! As I touched it, pleasure waves shot from it all the way up my body to my brain. It over whelmed me.
The next thing my body did (acting on its own as if I had no control over it) was to throw off the bed covers, move to the center of the bed, get down on all fours sticking my ass upward in the air. I could see myself doing this in front of some man, feeling him softly cresting my ass. I groaned with pleasure.
Two things occurred to me, neither of the two men that I had sex had done any of these types of things to me (missionary sex only), and that the man I saw doing those things to me was Hector. "What would it feel like if Hector really did those things to me and maybe more", I heard myself saying out loud. I made up my mind to try and find out.
The next night (Saturday) at around 8:30pm, I called Hector and fortunately caught him at home. I made a simple request, "May I come over?"
He responded, "Yes you can."
I immediately hung up and rushed out to my car. I had already dressed in the same dress from last night. It was augmented with a beautiful bra (front opening and strapless) and panty set. I had fixed my hair in a ponytail. I had no makeup on. Hector on a few occasions when I had made myself up, had made comments to the effect that my face was naturally beautiful and didn't need any makeup. I completed the outfit with a pair of sandals.
After making the half hour drive to his house, I stood at the front softly knocking on it. He opened the door and I reached up, embraced him and gave him the most intense kiss of my life. After recovering from that kiss, I entered his home and he closed the door behind me. As he turned around from closing the door he saw me slipping out of my sandals standing directly in front of him. With a surprised look on his face, he watched me bent over unbuttoning the bottom buttons of the dress. I continued doing that until the dress was open to just above my panties. His eyes fixed upon those pretty panties which had a large wet spot between my legs.
