I've never written a sex story before but I've never experienced something like this before. My name is Lesley. I'm 38 years old and recently divorced after 17 years of marriage. My ex-husband was my first lover, and my only lover until I was 37 years old. We come from a small town in Michigan where it's not uncommon to be married with kids by the time you're 20. By the time I was that age I had 2 kids, but unlike most situations like that I married their father, and somehow we lasted together for almost 2 decades. We actually both managed to graduate college, and we did pretty well for ourselves. Of course we were madly in love at one point but people change, and after our younger son left for college my husband and I separated and then divorced.
I was obviously depressed for awhile after suddenly going from an active wife and mother to living on my own as a single middle-aged woman. Then I decided to give myself a present. Just to have some fun and clear my mind, I treated myself this fall to a weeklong trip to Italy.
The heavy tourist season was over and I didn't run across too many Americans. So it was kind of a neat thing when I was in a train station in Arezzo, outside Florence, and I struck up a conversation with a fellow American. Both of us were waiting in line at the tourist office to check on hotel availability that night. He was an attractive young man, perhaps 24 or 25 years old, and he said his name was Brian and he was from Florida. Like me he was travelling on his own, although unlike me he was a veteran traveler. He said he'd been in Europe for several months and would be returning home at the end of October.
The line wasn't long but it moved slowly, and by the time Brian reached the front we'd been chatting for around 20 minutes. After we got the hotel information he asked me if I wanted to get dinner and I said sure. Later that night we ended up at the same hotel, in rooms down the hall from each other. I wasn't exactly looking to hop in the sack with him, but there was something exciting about the thought that for the first time ever there was absolutely nothing stopping me.
Then, at about 10 PM, I got a knock at my door. It was Brian, saying he saw my light on and thought he'd stop by. I invited him in and we talked for a few minutes about travelling. The hotel room was perfectly fine but it was small, perhaps 14X8 ft. He sat on the only chair at the desk and I was sitting on the bed leaning against the wall while we talked. By this time it was obvious there was attraction between us. I certainly knew I was attracted to him. He wore jeans and a gray T-shirt and was well built. As for me I'm in pretty good shape for my age. One thing I take some pride in is I can wear a 2-piece to the beach and get hit on by younger men. If I ask them to guess my age they usually say 28 or 29 to flatter me, but in reality I think I look about 32 which isn't bad considering I'm 38. In any case, I could tell he was attracted to me as well. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were making out on my bed. It felt strange to kiss someone who wasn't my ex-husband but it felt liberating too. Before long I lifted Brian's shirt off and in the midst of our kissing we began slowly undressing each other.
After a couple minutes we were mostly naked and he pulled his mouth from mine. It was after 10 PM and even though I'd taken a shower before dinner I suggested we hop in the shower together. I think I suggested it because I wasn't quite ready to have sex with this man yet but I very much wanted to be sexual with him. He took me up on my offer and we moved into the shower together.
