It was a warm midday in the spring in a southwestern desert city. I had been relaxing with a tall glass of iced tea when the phone rang. It was Jean, a married friend of mine.
She wanted to know if I would meet her somewhere for a drink. She said she wanted to asked me something very personal.
Having nothing pressing at the time, I agreed to meet with her. I suggested a neighborhood bar about halfway between our respective homes.
On the way to the bar, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to ask me. Why would any married woman want to meet a single man at a bar.
I knew I had a pretty good reputation with the ladies. I have always felt that by taking special care of their needs, they would take care of mine. That philosophy seemed to keep a number of young ladies interested in going out with me. I thought Jean may have wanted to ask about one of them.
I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It's skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date.
As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She looked and smelled delicious.
We ordered drinks and made small talk until they arrived. Jean seemed nervous. Her hands were a bit shaky as she took the first sip of her drink and sat it down. Something was definitely bothering her.
I leaned forward, reached out, and cupped both of her hands with mine. I could feel her shaking.
"Jean?" I said, "Whatever it is you want to ask me, it's OK. Take your time and relax. You can ask me anything. I may, or may not answer, but go ahead and ask."
She took another sip of her drink and said, "Do you think I look OK?"
I truthfully told her, "You look great! You have a beautiful body, sweet face, and a great pair legs."
Jean was in her mid-thirties and had two children. She had a nicely, but not overly, developed chest and just enough body fat to give her some real nice curves. Her body was a real temptation for this always horny, 27-year-old, male.
Another sip of her drink and she said, "John (her husband) hasn't touched me in weeks, and I'm thinking something is wrong with me."
I asked if John may have found a girlfriend.
She said, "No! He always comes straight home from work. I haven't found anything to indicate anything like that. He just doesn't seem interested in me anymore."
She downed the rest of her drink all at once and continued. She looked me straight in the eye, and with only a slight hesitation, asked, "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?"
"What?" I nearly choked on my drink. I sat back, startled at the question. The thought of bedding Jean was not an unpleasant one. Though I had long thought Jean was a lovely woman, I had always considered my married friends off-limits.
"Would you please repeat what you just asked?" I asked.
She looked me in the eyes and repeated, "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?" She added, "I need to know if there is anything wrong with me. You have a reputation of having a bunch of girlfriends, being a good lover, and treating them well. I've asked around. There will be no strings. Just one afternoon of sex."
I am always horny, and she had greatly flattered me. So, I thought 'what the hell' and said, "I'd love to. Are you ready to go?"
She said, "There is just one more thing."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Afterwards, I want you to honestly evaluate me and my actions, and tell me what you think. What am I doing right and wrong."
I told her I'd be happy to evaluate her performance. With that, I stood, left a tip for the waitress, took Jean's hand, and walked with her to our cars in the parking lot.
Jean followed me to my place in her own car.
Once there and inside, I made us both another drink. I handed Jean hers, she took a small sip, and began unbuttoning her dress. As she walked toward my bedroom, she asked, "Are you ready?"
I reached out, and took Jean's hand. She was trembling. I redirected her toward my couch. I said, "I am, but I don't think you are."
She gave me a puzzled look which slowly turned a small smile.
Setting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders.
As she sipped her drink, and we made small talk, and I began softly kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. When I gave her a long passionate kiss, she put her drink down, wrapped her arms around me, and eagerly returned the kiss. She then laid her head back on my arm and closed her eyes.
I opened the first two of button of Jean's dress and pushed it off her shoulders. I moved on to kissing the exposed parts of her breasts. Her breathing became slower and deeper. She was finally beginning to relax. I finished opening her dress buttons and started fondling her breasts through her bra. She leaned forward so I could release the bra's clasp, thus freeing her beautiful tits. They were remarkably firm for a woman with two children.
When I moved my mouth to her nipples, they had already become hardened. They were rounded and about the size of large peas. Sucking on them brought soft moans from Jean.
She took my head into her hands, held me tightly against her chest. Just above a whisper she said, "That feels nice."
While sucking and nipping her nipples, I let my hand wander down to her knees. As I stroked higher and higher up the inside of her thighs, I was pushing her dress up at the same time.
Jean spread her legs giving me easier access to her pussy. Without hurrying, I slowly moved my hand up to her crotch. Her juices had already begun to dampen her silky panties.
When I gently rubbed up and down her slit through her panties, Jean responded with a ragged voice. "Oh yes!" She gasped. Her panties quickly became soak with her lubricating juices. By that time, Jean was moaning almost constantly, and her head was gently rocking side to side.
I sensed she was ready to go to bed by then. I asked, "Would you like to go to my bedroom now?"
She silently smiled and nodded.
I stood, took Jean by the hand, and slowly led her to my bedroom. Once there, I finished undressing her and had her slowly turn for me. This mid-thirty-year-old had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were firm and naturally standing proud. Her torso was nicely smoothed by just enough fat to give her soft curves. A nicely trimmed pussy and a rounded ass topped a shapely pair of legs. She was well tanned with limited tan lines. Jean apparently tanned topless.
As she finished her turn, I pulled her to me, and said to her, "You look great. Any man would be proud to have you."
I rather quickly removed my own clothes, and we lay down. I cradled her head in my right arm and massaged her tits with my left hand. In a short time, my hand had returned to her crotch. By then she was soaking wet, and a finger easily entered her. I alternated probing strokes with light touches of her clitoris. Jean soon had her legs widely spread, was moaning constantly, and rolling her body side to side.
I rolled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. She released me with a disappointed groan, when I told her, "Not yet!"
Slowly, ever so slowly, I kissed my way down her body. I paid particular attention to those wonderful tits. Continuing down her belly, I eventually got to her pussy. My tongue gave her slit one long, pussy-lip parting, lick from bottom to top.
