I had known Allison for more than 20 years before I finally made up my mind to try to fuck her.
A very pretty, very classy lady in her mid-40s, Allison is quiet and unassuming and the type of woman that many men would never even notice. But I notice her. I notice them all.
I love and adore women. To be more precise, I love beautiful, intelligent women who are very sexual in nature and who truly love to fuck. My goal is now and always has been to seduce and fuck as many of these women as possible. And I have done just that. Over the years I have successfully taken many, many great women to bed and the fuck sessions have all been very hot, very erotic sexual experiences.
I admire women in all their many varieties but I now focus my seduction efforts almost exclusively on married women who are close to my own age. Most of the women I have seduced and fucked were in their 30's and 40's at the time and a few were in their 50's. All but one was married at the time we got together and many of these women I still fuck on a regular basis.
Younger women are awesome too and they have those great, rock-hard bodies. But I don't feel the commonality with them that I feel with women my own age. My women are more experienced, they are smarter and they understand and appreciate their own sexuality. They know what they want in bed, they know how to fuck and they truly appreciate a great fuck.
One of the women I am currently fucking is Liz, my cousin's wife. Liz fits all of my criteria and I spent more than 20 years planting the seeds for getting her into bed. When I finally did it turned out to be well worth the wait. She is a sensational, spectacular fuck.
I have known Liz since she was in high school. She and my cousin Adam were high school sweethearts and were married soon after they graduated. Liz has long, bleached blond hair, a style she has worn since high school and still wears today. She dresses in stylish clothes that really show off her great figure, especially her terrific legs and ass. Back when we were teenagers and mini-skirts were in fashion, no one looked better in them than Liz. .She had great legs back then and they are even better today.
Liz has a very unusual mouth. Her lips are big, round, very sensuous and they have that "pouty" look. They are the kind of lips that look like they are made for sucking. Liz always wore dark red lipstick and I would always dream about what it would be like to have those luscious, red lips wrapped around my dick. Liz is just a very sexy, very hot woman, a real knockout, the kind of woman that all men would fantasize about.
With her shining blond hair, blue eyes and red lips, Liz might be viewed by many as your typical blond bimbo. But she is far from it. She is actually very intelligent, very personable, a very sharp and witty woman. I guess Liz's only negative feature, if you can call it that, is that she talks a lot. But that actually may be one of the reasons we have gotten along so well over the years and become such good friends. Liz likes to talk and I enjoy listening, especially when it involves listening to a gorgeous woman.
I had always wanted to take a shot at Liz but never had a real opportunity and never felt the timing was right. Although we talked often and got along very well, Liz never gave the slightest indication that she might fuck around if given the right opportunity. Still, there was just something about her that told me I could fuck her. It was just instinct, maybe more wishful thinking than anything else. But I knew at some point that I would have to take my shot.
I finally made up my mind that the time was right at a family birthday party a few years ago. I was sitting there socializing with a family member when Liz entered the room and sat in a chair right across from me. I looked at her and my heart leaped into my throat. She had on a white skirt that was a little too short, black stockings and a pretty white top that showed off her bronze-like tan. She crossed her legs and I had a spectacular view of this absolutely gorgeous woman. For some reason, at that moment, it just hit me that the time had arrived. I had to fuck this woman. I had to find a way to seduce her.
Liz was conversing with another family member and I kept staring at her until finally she looked over at me. I kept my gaze fixed on her and when she looked at me I smiled and gave a slight nod. She had a quizzical look on her face but she smiled back. Liz looked away pretty quickly but I continued to focus my gaze on her. I wanted her to understand clearly that I was staring at her.
A few moments later she looked at me again and this time I was not smiling. I looked as deeply into her eyes as I possibly could from 10 feet away. Liz's return gaze lingered for a second or two, perhaps a brief moment longer than it should have. That gaze was just telling enough for me to be encouraged.
I stood up, walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "Liz, I have never seen you look more beautiful than you look today."
As I said it I kept walking, not even turning around to see her reaction.
I spent the rest of that afternoon making sure I stayed close to Liz, not too close, but close enough for her to know that I was looking at her. I caught her eye a few more times and each time it seemed that her face was getting a little flush. Was she blushing? Or was that excitement? Did she sense what I was doing?
When the party broke up that afternoon, I gave Liz the usual quick goodbye hug. As I began to separate from our embrace, she held onto my arms and said, "By the way, thanks for the compliment."
I smiled and said, "I was only speaking the truth."
As I said that I reached up with my right hand and slightly brushed her face, just a slight gesture but one that I hoped would deliver a specific message.
Her eyes brightened. She smiled, patted my arm, and walked away.
After planting that seed in Liz's mind, I continued to reinforce my attention to her to make sure that she understood completely that I was serious. I started calling her at work once every few weeks and I started e-mailing her occasionally. I always complimented her but never said anything that might be construed as being overly forward. We became better and better friends and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. She never questioned the appropriateness of our friendship and that told me that the door to her pussy just might be open.
This continued for more than a year before I finally took it to the next level. It is hard to be patient but I have learned over the years that patience is a necessity. Making a move too late is much better than making one too soon. I think my success with women has come in large part to my patience. I am very skilled at judging the right time to approach a woman and I don't try to rush it. Even after I make the initial overture of friendship, I don't rush into things. There have been times when things happened pretty quickly but that is rare.
Liz and I had met for lunch a few times and I decided that I would invite her to lunch at a rather private place and make my move. It was around Valentine's Day and I decided that an e-card would be appropriate and would set the mood for my final seduction. I found the perfect card, suggestive but not too suggestive, and funny. I accompanied it with a note in which I told her how much our friendship meant to me and that I thought she was a very incredible and beautiful woman.
I knew a perfect spot for us to eat lunch and I arranged for it to be a late lunch so that the crowd would be small. When she walked in I was stunned at how awesome she looked. She had on a tight skirt that reached just above her knees and a jacket covered a low cut top that showed a great amount of her very ample chest. That excited me because Liz seldom wore low-cut tops. With those blue eyes and blond hair both shining in the dim light, Liz looked like a sexual goddess walking toward me.
For some reason I sensed that Liz knew what was coming. She wasn't as gregarious as usual and seemed unusually attentive when I spoke. She also went on and on about how much she loved the e-card.
"You have no idea how much your card meant to me," she said. "It just really made my day."
We had lunch and then I suggested that we have a drink before parting. She agreed and I knew that the time was now. I was enjoying just sipping on my drink and interacting with this beautiful woman but my mind was spinning. I hoped that I could find the right words.
"Liz, I have to be honest with you. I didn't intend for this to be our normal lunch and conversation together. I want to talk to you about something that's been on my mind a long time and I think you know what it is. I'll just come right out and say it. I want to make love to you. I want your body, all of it. I want you. That's it."
Liz didn't seem surprised. I could tell that she was prepared for this and probably had rehearsed her response.
She had a small smile on her face and nodded slightly.
"I knew this was coming eventually. I can't say that I didn't. But are you sure you want to go down this road Joseph? You're talking about a big, big step. Have you considered the possible consequences?"
"Liz, as far as I'm concerned there are no consequences to consider."
"Joseph, yes there are. We have family ties and we both would have a lot to lose. Are you telling me that you would have no qualms about taking your cousin's wife to bed?"