Preface
Surrounded by other people and in the midst of light hearted conversations, I sense there is an underbelly of thoughts ruminating in their minds. They would never openly ask me. Never! However, they are curious as to if this widow ever has a libidinous thought. Ever?
The idea of sexuality bubbling to the surface in a woman my age would be preposterous, wouldn't it? How wrong they are! I am a jaguar woman.
Chapter 1.
Our online chatting began as a tightly closed bud, exposing paltry little in terms of personal information. However, every exchange seemed to build on the next. Over time, our electronic conversations became more frequent and much more sensuous. It is as if our chats were flower petals opening until, like the pistil and stamen growing tall and erect out of some exotic flower bloom, our lustful desires were totally exposed to each other.
It was then that I invited him to travel here.
Chapter 2.
I have to start somewhere, so it might as well be with the hired town car's tires thumping against the pockmarked blacktop road leading towards my home this late, sultry afternoon. Wesley will arrive at any moment.
It has been about a three-hour flight to reach me.
That is when I see the car steer through the iron gates and slowly pull into my circular driveway. My soaring front windows accord me a full view. It takes a minute for the driver to step out and open the passenger door. The tall gentleman seemingly unfolds himself as he steps from the car, then adjusts his clothing before walking towards my front door. He is certainly taking in my property's outside view.
Gawd! This sixty-something man is incredibly handsome with a shock of white hair at his temples. Those selfies just didn't do him justice.
No need for the doorbell, as I swing the massive wood carved door open. We now stand before each other, surprisingly bathed in awkward silence. I am the first to clear my throat. While certainly not at all original, "Welcome!" is the only word I can give voice to; then, I regain my composure and spice up my greeting with a follow-up, warmly called out "Bienvenido!"
Wes has yet to move a muscle, except to smile.
At that very instant, the internet packets in which the two of us have been romancing for a good six months of electronic infatuation transform into reality, with the first impassioned kiss exploding between us. With his lips enveloping mine, we both feel the sensuality of our tongues tasting each other with long, slow, licking strokes. His blatantly obvious boner shortly follows -- tented inside his trousers.
So begins his visit to my home.
Chapter 3.
Wes quickly settles into the guest suite, returning to the kitchen. Mango margaritas ringed with chili powder and a slow dance music playlist are the menu at hand on my secluded patio. Maybe it's the jaguar woman in me, but slow jam is certainly a mating call. It's when the man extends his hands and I touch his palms with my painted nail fingertips. Anticipatory shivers speeding up and down my spine are making me light headed, as he directs my breasts tightly into his chest. There Wes and I stand in a full-frontal embrace as our bodies meld into the rhythms of a sentimental ballad.
