Dating when you're in your late thirties is a lot different from dating in your twenties. The expectations are different and there is a freedom to it that wasn't present twenty years ago. No, we haven't gone through menopause so pregnancy is still a worry as are sexually transmitted diseases. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the expectations surrounding sex. At twenty a girl has to worry about appearing too easy. If she sleeps with a guy on the first date, will there be a second? Probably not. If she doesn't sleep with him, how long should she wait before she does? At what point do you lose that window of opportunity and move from being a sexual candidate/girlfriend to being a friend? Y'all know what I'm talking about. You've been there.
Women who are approaching middle age aren't trying to snag a husband. We aren't looking for the father of our children, we aren't trying to find Mr. Right, and we aren't looking for a Sugar Daddy. A confident, single, middle-aged woman doesn't need a Sugar Daddy. We make our own money, we take care of our own homes, and we've raised our children. Sure, a husband to share all that with would be nice, but we aren't actively looking for that. Someone to share our free time with, someone to laugh with, someone to take to the company picnic, someone to attend a friend's wedding with, that is what we need. What do we want? We want all that and sex... preferably great sex!
The kids are grown and out of the house so we don't have to be quiet anymore. We can be the screamers we were meant to be if that's what we want. We've learned some tricks and the men in our lives get to benefit from those. And yes, older men have learned what it takes to satisfy a woman, so there are definite perks in getting older. The added bonus is we can have sex with someone who strikes our fancy and if it's good, we'll probably get to do it again! And that includes sex on the first date. We're adults who know how to play so the playing field is level.
Such were the topics of conversation amongst the group of women seated around our table as we watched the men in our lives play pool. The bar was quiet, there were only about 30 people scattered around the room. It was a typical Thursday night in a small town. It was karaoke night. They called Paula's name and we all whistled and yelled as she walked up onto the stage to give "Proud Mary" her best effort. I glanced away and caught my date, Dennis watching me. He winked and tipped his beer bottle at me as he waited for one of the other guys to finishing shooting. We hadn't been dating long and our last date had not ended in the manner we would have liked. Tonight's date was going to be much more satisfying. I watched him move around to take his shot. Dennis is over 6 feet tall so he had to duck a little to keep from hitting his head on the light above the table. When he bent down I admired the curve of his butt covered by the blue Wranglers he'd chosen to wear with his polo shirt. His hair is going gray and it gave him a distinguished look that was completely at odds with the boyish grin he displayed when he made the shot. His eyes are clear and blue and his face is a little weathered from time spent working outdoors. It's a nice face and his body is nice too. Sure, he's 54 so it isn't the hard body of his youth, but he keeps in pretty good shape so there's only a little bulge at his waist. It's the body of a mature man and I watched him, knowing I'd be seeing it naked before the night was over.
Our last date had been dinner followed by drinks and dancing here at this same bar. He had a group of friends who were going to be there so he'd invited me to be his date with the intention of joining them. We had a great time. I liked all his friends and they'd done everything they could to make me feel welcome in their little circle. We laughed and talked until after midnight. Dennis had kept his arm around me for most of the night and we'd danced a couple of slow ones, pressed up close against each other.
When it came time to leave, we had to return to the restaurant so I could get my car. We both enjoyed the dances so I was anticipating at least a kiss before we went our separate ways. Dennis parked next to my little car and undid his seatbelt.
"Do you want me to start your car so it can be warming up?"
"No, that's okay," I answered. "It isn't hard to start in the cold. It'll be fine."
I undid my own seatbelt as he slid across the seat toward me. When I looked up he used one hand to pull my head close. His lips brushed mine, softly at first, then more firmly.
"Mmmm," he murmured as his lips rubbed mine apart. He adjusted his head and I let my purse slide off my lap onto the floor so I could use the hand that wasn't trapped between us to touch his hair. I love hair, always have, always will. Sorry Bruce Willis. I just can't understand what makes a perfectly sexy man decide to ruin the look by shaving his head! My fingers splayed against the back of Dennis' head. He had lightened the pressure on my lips and I wanted it back. His were teasing me, his tongue lightly touching my lips making me want more.
His tongue slid between my lips and I immediately closed mine on it, sucking firmly. He moved it in and out a couple times, making love to my mouth, imitating the motions of consummation. His hand dropped and delved under the tail of my shirt. I felt the warmth of it caressing my midriff just under my bra as the kiss went on. My nipples were tingling in anticipation, growing longer and harder, poking against the fabric of my bra long before his hand brushed over them.
My own hand was caressing the back of his neck as his mouth continued to feast on mine, kissing and licking my lips, alternating between light kisses and firm, hungry ones. I felt coolness on my upper chest and realized he had somehow managed to undo the top two buttons of my blouse from the inside! He pushed it open and dropped his head to place small kisses on the top of my breasts. I had on a pushup bra so it didn't take much for him to push one up and out of the satiny cup. My nipples are not the flat, barely-there kind. They are light brown and definitely noticeable when erect. They were both tightly beaded and aching to be touched. One pressed firmly against my bra and the other invited Dennis to take it into his mouth.
His mouth was warm and I didn't even try to suppress the moan when he finally closed it on my quivering flesh. My hand dropped away from his head and I found my back arching as he sucked on my nipple. Before I could get used to it, he was turning his head away to sneeze. He had been coughing and sneezing and apologizing for it all night long. Now his cold was making itself known regardless of the passion building between us. He turned back to me and I guided his head back to my breast. I wanted him to continue. I was getting wet and I knew I wanted him.
He didn't tease me this time but sucked on it, long and hard. The suckling sounds filled the cab of his truck as his mouth pulled the areola inside. My head tipped back and I gave myself up to the sensation, whimpering as the pleasure seemed to connect my pussy to the tip of my breast.
