By my watch, the light actually went off at 8:05. Having lived with that damned 500 watt argon gas light on all night, every night for the last five years, it was sort of shocking how dark it looked outside between our houses. There are no street lights on our street, which we all like, so except for the few houses like Nancy's, our street was very, very dark.
I had showered and shaved very close, with a blade razor, so that my face was as smooth as possible. Didn't want to abrade delicate woman tissue, you know. My 5' 10" body was as ready for this as it could be. I got hard every time I thought about what was to come. Or should I say to come. My goal was to eat her to one, let her fuck herself on me to one, and then fuck her until we both came. A simple, straight forward plan. And a lot of telling her how beautiful, succulent, sexy and exciting she was, with my words, my eyes and my actions. That would be easy to do.
At exactly 8:10 I opened my back door, went out through the gate, across the planter from my driveway to hers, and walked the ten feet back to her rear porch. She was at the door in a floor-length maroon robe of very shiny and supple material. Her face was radiant and expectant at the same time. Her hair was glistening, picking up some of the red highlights from the robe. She had maroon slippers on her feet. I had never seen her bare feet before, but she had nicely shaped toes, well-manicured nails, and slim, trim ankles. When she was on her back underneath me, I would be able to pull her legs up and nibble in her toes. I've never heard of a woman who didn't find that to be an erotic sensation. That left me to only wonder how she would feel when she was on top of me, bent forward so that I could suck on her nipples, mold her ass with one hand and touch her ass hole with a wet finger. But, I fully intended to find out.
Her fragrance was familiar. Yes. It was that nice, pink liquid soap. Subtle without being overpowering. And her make-up was light and delicate, as was her habit. A totally desirable package of sexuality. I guess I spent longer taking her in than was apparent to me because she finally asked if everything was okay.
"Okay? Nancy, you're gorgeous. Delectable, even. I'm so excited I'm quivering from adrenaline. This has been the longest two hours of my entire life."
"I'll bet you tell that to all of your women," she chided.
"No. One of the reasons I'm so nervous is that I haven't had a lot of experience. None before I got married, or at least none before my wife. Since she died ten years ago I have become painfully aware that I don't fit the mold of the typical male who can prowl and conquer."
"You didn't seem to have any trouble conquering me, Tim," she observed.
"You were very vulnerable and you would be amazed at the amount of planning I went through for today. At how many escape points I allowed for if you rejected me, or came unglued, or became hysterical, or whatever."
"I came unglued, all right, Tim. I have never in my life had an orgasm that ripped through me like that one did. I'm not sure I could stand another like it. At least not too soon."
"You could never understand the pleasure it brought me to watch you today. The totally sexual woman loving her magnificent body. And allowing me to watch."
Turning toward where her bedroom is and walking in that direction while holding my hand she said, "You did a lot more than watch me, Tim. Your words and your looks were something I didn't know I needed so badly. And you pushed me over the top when I was afraid I couldn't get there after so long. I'm still wet just remembering it."
"Good!" What a compliment. "I'll volunteer to watch you any time you want. I'm a born voyeur."
We entered her bedroom and she went straight to the bed and sat us both down. Turning to me she said, "You wanted to . . . to . . . taste me. I knew about oral sex. But I've always believed that was just something women did for men. And . . ."
"You mean," I interrupted her, "That you were told that men didn't do that to women in return, don't you?"
"Well, yes. But I've talked with women who said that they loved being . . . licked. But I was never sure that I believed them. And I was never sure I would like it nor that anyone would like doing it to me," she finished breathlessly. "Many, many men, who have learned how great the return from their woman is, have learned not only to perform cunnilingus, but to enjoy it. I absolutely do. Partly for the same reason that women can enjoy fellatio; the control it gives over the receiving party. Being able to manipulate and yet observe closely without worrying about your own climb to satisfaction. That can be a real turn-on. Especially when a woman tastes and smells as good as you do."
Looking sort of sheepish, yet kind of devilish, Nancy asked, "So are you going to taste me again?"
"Definitely, yes!" Then, remembering something I had planned to say at about this time, I added, "But, you have to do your part as well, which is to tell me what you want, when you want it, or don't want, if that's the case, and I want you to feel free to make all of the noise you feel like. I'll like that and you won't be concentrating on trying to conform to some silly notion about remaining passive and quiet."
Standing and starting to undo her robe, Nancy turned to me and asked, "Do you follow that same set of rules?"
"Well, sort of. I communicate what I like and want. That's easy because I like to manipulate, touch, taste, look, and direct. And, I suppose, I feel that many women want to be manipulated, touched, tasted, looked at, and directed. But that doesn't mean that you can't take over and do all of those things any time you wish, and return control whenever you wish. Like now." "What do you mean, Tim? 'Like now.'"
"Well, with you standing there with the robe on the floor, wearing exactly what I asked you to wear, stretching your arms over your head, which raised the shirt to just above your pubic hair, you are now controlling me." Then pointing to my very visible erection inside my shorts (no underwear), I added, "See?"
Pleased as she could be at such quick confirmation of her power over me, she ran her hands down over her breasts, on down her tummy, up under the shirt to her pussy, and then opened herself again for my viewing. After a moment she asked, "So are you going to do all of those nasty and despicable things to me that you said you were earlier?"
